Ghost Squad, Roll Out (I Think My House is Haunted)

Pretty sure my house is haunted. It definitely wasn't, when we moved in, and I've only really been experiencing this stuff in the last month or so, but I keep seeing things moving out of the corner of my eyes, hearing stranger noises, and feeling, well, not alone - when I'm the only one in the house.

So. I'm fairly sure that one of us must have manifested something or unknowingly allowed it entrance, and honestly? I'm more annoyed than anything else.

Nothing bad or malevolent has happened, and I'm really not too afraid of spirits. I'm more like Brenda, in Scary Movie, beating the shit out of whichever ghostie decides to crawl out of the TV, and I think that's fair, because it's pretty fucking rude to move into someone's place without permission, incorporeal or no.

Since the undead bitch hasn't tried to shove my gay ass down the stairs or jump out at me from behind any corners (which would honestly just earn it an earful it would never forget) I'm honestly just gonna let it be.

So that's where we're at; the house is clearly haunted, nobody believes me that said house is haunted, and, why should they? since I honestly don't care much myself.

The thing is, I'm just looking at silver linings, since the last time we lived in a haunted house it was one of the historical buildings uptown and that presence was actively fucking with us and scaring us, and, at the time, that was really stressful, because we were younger. It never really got violent or anything, but it was harsh and it made it really uncomfortable to live there.

This haunting is small beans compared to that haunting. I can't believe this has become my life.