I don't know what those ghost have done to me, but my head feels empty like some scooped out my brain and replaced it with marshmallows. I couldn't even tie my shoes on the first go this morning. I tried to call Lyle for help but couldn't remember his phone number or even how to use a phone. I heard Charles and Davenport snickering in the bathroom. They are definitely up to something...
Turns out those bastards removed my soul last night while I was sleeping. Who knew you even needed a soul to tie shoes? Those fucking ghost have got to go.
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