Bloody Mary and the Shower Room…

SHIT! I haven’t told you about the ghost yet.

The ghost was a shadow that followed me around. Sometimes, as I was swimming up from a deep place of sleep, I could see, through the sleepy cement eyes that are always there first thing in the morning or whenever it is that I wake, something sitting on my bed. It’s always the same shape or outline and it always sits in the same position. And it always scares the shit out of me. You would think that I would be able to get used to it by now, but each time is like the very first time and each time is just as scary as before, more so, really. However, by the time that I have brought myself to some type of sense, and before I have completely rubbed my eyes clear of the cement of sleep, it has gone…