Memories of Annabel

Appreciate my deep title, you scum.

So you think you know 'scary' huh? pffff I'm 22 years old and already a professional writer, I own interesting glasses and have opinions about books and things like books. But this story isn't about me, it's about a ghost... or is it. (See how I made you scared then by saying a thing).

I believe it was Plato who said "what doesn't scare you, makes you literally unable to follow the system", and I think that makes a lot of sense and is really deep because I'm incredibly smart. So I was sitting in my lounge with my really attractive girlfriend who is really hot and wouldn't even talk to you. Then the doorbell rings, it's my friend who's much cooler than your friends and totally real so shut the fuck up.

Then I heard a noise from behind my incredibly expensive entertainment set comprising of a television, various gaming consoles and a porn collection my girlfriend lets me have because she's cooler than yours and totally real. She tells me she loves me at night when we're having se... well, that's a bit personal. (Sex, I have sex with my girlfriend).

So I go to the noise and it's a ghost, but was it, then I woke up, I'm the demon, it was all a dream, I'm the killer all along, Peter wasn't even a real boy, Jenny didn't even get that divorce and the lawyer was really my therapist. I hope you guys like this, this is my first story, I hope you like it, I like it, I really like it, but I hope you guys do, because then I have permission to write 10 other parts.

Or was it?

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Credited to mintchocchipable 

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