My shirts are following me
I'd like to make one thing clear: I do not know what's going on. It all started last wednesday. I had just got to my house when I noticed my shirt on the floor. WHAT. THE. FUCK
The only person that knew about this shirt was my roommate. I texted him. The following is a transcription of what happened.
"Did you move the shirt?"
"what"
"AARON. DID YOU MOVE THE SHIRT"
"which one"
"THE SHIRT; AARON. THE SHIRT THAT'S ON THE FLOOR"
"oh that yeah it was probably me"
"PROBABLY? SO YOU'RE NOT SURE?"
"look im at work i cant keep answering your stupid questions"
I was freaking out at this point. How the fuck was the chair on the floor? What the fuck is going on? I picked up the shirt with a Grade A Tactical Shirt Grabber and relocated it into the table.
It happened again the next morning. I woke up and I saw that the shirt was not in the table, but in the floor. The same piece of floor it was on yesterday. Was I going insane? I kicked the shirt across the room onto the table and went back to sleep.
It happened again last morning. The shirt was back to the floor, but now there was a message written on blood on the wall. It read:
SHIRT
This is insane. I had left the shirt on the table. When I did, it was all moved around, but now... It wasn't. It was folded. Perfectly folded. It looked like it had been folded with some kind of folding machine designed to fold unfolded clothes.
Okay. This is seriously mental. I could not let the shirt stay at my house any longer. I put the shirt into a bottle, and drove to the depths of the amazonian jungle. I threw the shirt into some random river (idk what its called) and booked a flight home. When I arrived to my house. I saw it. The shirt. It was on the floor. There was a new message on the wall, but instead of blood, it used vomit.
stop moving me you asshole
guys i dont know what to do no matter what i try it comes back it stays there it goes back there it stays there please help
Credited to LegallyCringe
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