Hey Ship, what the fuck is your life?

glumshoe:

Last night we were talking about how the apartment is allegedly haunted, and shortly after, a cutting board jumped off the sink onto the floor. “Stop that,” I said. “If you’re a ghost or something, come visit me in my dreams so we can talk about this like adults. Don’t throw things. This is unsanitary, and now we’ll have to wash it again.”

I then dreamt about a ghost girl with whom I had an uneasy alliance.