My Ghost Dad
Ever since I was a child I have had a significant connection to the paranormal. I have detected spirits since I was at least three years old. I just turned 19 but my mother believes my IQ to be around 198 and I concur with her hypothesis. At this age I have caught at least 20 ghosts and exorcised many demons. I belong to an elite club that most people have never heard of, and of which I maintain the rank of number 16.
Recently I have started to ask my mom about my dad. My father was never in my life growing up and I wanted my mom to reveal the truth. Was he killed by a Dracula? A wolfman? I was always so curious Finally, tonight, my mom revealed the secret. My dad is a ghost. He came to her room in the night, and when she woke up she was pregnant with a ghost baby. I wasn't all that surprised. I share many attributes with a ghost. Pale skin, wispy hair, and the ability to sneak up on people. I can also detect enemies.
My mother actually gave me the contact information to speak to my father. I plan on setting up a meeting with my ghost dad. I want to see how much of a ghost he is, and what more I can learn about his kind. I'll be bringing all my ghost catching equipment to the restaurant that I will invite him out too. Hopefully I can study him, and find out about the ghost attributes I have been blessed with.
I'll continue to update this story as it develops. I truly hope my dad is a good ghost and I won't have to catch him in some sort of epic battle.
Update 1: It isn't the spooking hour yet, but I thought I would let my fellow paranormal enthusiasts and investigators that I talked to ghost dad on the phone. He was saying how he was sorry that he had not been in my life. Something about drinking at a concert and conception. I think he was talking about how he became a ghost, but I was too focused on reading the subtle intonations in his ghost voice. We are having dinner tonight. I don't know why dad would need to eat food, since he is a ghost. I only eat because the human side of me demands it. Perhaps my father pretends to eat at restaurants to blend in with the plebes. More to come...
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