Ghosts are fucking real. I've lived with them for the last two years, they don't scare me anymore and this morning I had enough. They've been causing more and more trouble. They break stuff, slam cabinet doors and make other noise so that I can't sleep at night without wearing ear plugs. And wearing ear plugs makes my ears hurt. Tonight they broke a vase I inherited from my grandmother and left three red scars on my arm and back. Enough is fucking enough and I'm not moving anywhere!