I literally just kept my back against the wall even though it didn’t do any good and got out of there as fast as possible. And you know how if there’s a spider, for example, you can just keep your eyes on it so that it can’t sneak up on you and therefore you feel safer? YOU CAN’T DO THAT WITH GHOSTS. And the wash cloths were wet, so they were too heavy for any kind of draft to have done that. Not to mention my parents didn’t barge in on me while I was showering. Now, in order for one of my parents to have moved them, they would’ve had to open the bathroom door and the shower door, which was literally impossible to open and close silently. So I turned around for a moment, and, when I turned back around, the wash clothes were like an inch apart. Not enough, however, to actually make me leave the nice, hot water. The way they were dripping was just bothering me.

I can’t explain it, it was just one of those things. One day, two of the wash cloths were overlapping on the rack in this way that really bothered me. And because all three of us used that shower, there were three wash cloths on the rack. When I was younger, until sometime in my teenage years, I used my parent’s bathroom to shower because that was the best shower in the house. Speaking of ghosts though, I have a story about my very own personal ghost encounter. I almost feel like I should saving these paranormal creature topics for October since that’s Halloween-time, but I suppose every month is October when you read as much paranormal and urban fantasy as I do.

Unbroken by Paula Morris