One of these days, when I’m walking through pitch black darkness, these ghosts are gonna finally actually be holding knives at eye level right in front of me, waiting for me to take another step. All because I forgot to be anxious about it that one time.
One of these days, when I’m walking through pitch black darkness, these ghosts are gonna finally actually be holding knives at eye level right in front of me, waiting for me to take another step. All because I forgot to be anxious about it that one time.
Come on, that’s ridiculous! Ghosts don’t use knives.