Me: *thinks I see a teddy bear's eye twitch* Oh, HALE no. *starts to feel a little creeped out even though I know it's just my wonderful imagination* *decides to skip three scoliosis stretches because one involves being RIGHT NEXT TO that teddy bear and the other two I have to do in a room FULL OF TEDDY BEARS. NO*

Me: *is in the bathroom, about to take a bath* *is standing in front of the mirror, right next to the door, and feels a draft against my legs kind of near my ankles*

A ghost or some freaky evil piece of shiz is MESSING WITH ME.

LIKE, CAN YOU NOT?

NO.

JUST NO.

Dame.

Oh, and you know what SUCKS?

That teddy bear demon is in my room. And so is my American Girl doll. And there's been some freaky stuff going on with her. So, she wears a skirt. And sometimes, that skirt is lifted up to where it shows her pink little underwear. At least her head doesn't move... unless it does when I sleep.

OH FRAG NO. *cries (lol, not really, but you get the point)*

Her name is Rosetta. Got her on my tenth birthday.

Anyway, I've never had great experiences with dolls. When I was four or five, I had a bunch of dolls in my room (we had no where else to put them that at that time) and I always thought they were watching me.

Freakiest thing ever.

Just saying.

I feel better.

But I still think there's some weird ghost hanging around here. Hey, maybe it's peering over my shoulder right as this minute. Don't think about that, Felina.

Behyeeeeeee

Seh ye next tehme