*Me, as a teen, when my family moved into the new house that the old lady died in*
*Real estate agent* “So, you’re having this room?”
*Me* “Seems so, yeah.”
*Me, excited* “Oh, fuck. She died in here, didn’t she?”
*Real estate agent rolling her eyes* “Yes, but she was 96. She had a nice life.It was very peaceful.”
*Me* “Oh! I’ve never been haunted before. This is going to be amazing! Those goth chicks at school will be totally jealous!”
*gets myself sufficiently ready to be haunted*
But nothing ever happened, to my eternal disappointment. Like, some spiders showed up once in a while and we had to redecorate because the wallpaper was beige and unpleasant. Other than that?
Man, I watched all those horror films for nothing.