the Dalaverse

So we sat in Archaeology today and told ghost stories for an hour and a half, because Dr. King is awesome, and Pete told a really really creepy true one about the voices of hell in his room and a thing crawling across his ceiling, and Vanessa won't be here this weekend and I'm afraid to take a nap. Yeah, I could not be more ten years old if I were wearing a "Lion King" t-shirt and Keds.

This is all Jessica's fault. Did I ever tell you about the time she locked me in her bathroom, turned the lights off, and started chanting Bloody Mary? If not, well, SHE LOCKED ME IN THE BATHROOM, TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF, AND STARTED CHANTING BLOODY MARY. That's the kind of thing that turns an overactive imagination into freaky paranoia.

I might channel this into another AoS ghost story. Or I might just huddle under the covers and whimper.