Date: 1/10/2017
By Fitful
I was living in a haunted house. I was with people, there were family but they felt new to me. I had my own room, it was nice, if very different. They eliminated clutter, just a few crates were placed around the room, hung on walls, to hold things. The entire room was this golden wood, lacquered and smooth. I was being haunted by hundreds of people in this house. I couldn't see them however. The couple who were in the next room tried to understand me, they decorated specifically to understand ghosts. It didnt work. I asked a kid to note how many people were in the house, so I could get a sense of how many ghosts there were. I went outside to play with a dog, with my dead ghost grandma and my little brother.