My friend is convinced her new house is haunted. I went around to help her decorate and make her feel better. But I don’t think I helped.

She said moving in was fine but her dog hates the place, and since she’s started decorating things have been going on.

We were scraping paper off a wall, and we heard the snacks I’d left in the kitchen fall on the floor. Before I could say anything the radio we had on for background noise crackled off station and you could hear a little girl laugh, then it went back to the radio. We dropped our things and decided to go to a cafe for dinner.

I feel sorry for her. Her husband works nights in Plymouth so she’s home alone a lot.

I hope she doesn’t ask me for a sleep over. 🫤