I ALWAYS thought that our old school had angry ghosts, many of whom I didn't see. I never saw anything strange, however we pretended that we did, and we began 'investigating'. But maybe the only way to avoid those angry ghosts was to say that they existed in the first place.

That's what I thought anyway. It sort of worked at first, but as the years passed by, the school's 125 year-anniversary came closer, and strange things had already started happening. The school was 125 years old, and it used to be a boarding school.

And it got even worse when we moved into Castle Manor to start filming our movie The Night Everything Fell Apart.

At first, I thought that it was just the ghost from elementary school, following us everywhere we go to make our lives miserable, but later I realized that everything has been a mistake.

Literally everything.

Here's my story. But I warn you..

You might not read it all. 

Because then you would be dead.