this is why I don’t stay home alone
oh wait actually i have another story
okay basically I was home alone (i think i was 15 or 16) and i was just chilling, you know, watching tv or whatever. and i hear the doorbell ring. and i’m like “
oh no“ because 1. i hate social interaction irl and 2.
what if it’s a serial killer
so i think i picked up a sharp pencil or something because that’s gonna help me defend myself and walked over to the door, literally no one was there

i think 3 possible things could have happened. 1. someone was actually there and needed something but i took too long so they left 2. i got ding dong ditched or 3.
ghosts