Growing up in an Eastern European family immersed in folklore and gripping tales of witches snatching away misbehaving children, I was raised with a firm belief in ghosts and developed a strong fascination for all things supernatural.
I once lived in a place with three (sometimes 4) roomies in the 90s where we had a kitchen in the basement. It was like an old, bricked-up onetime mud-floored dark room. Spooky already. We would routinely hear things bumping around down there and then onetime our keg pump (yes, we owned a keg pump. Beer ruled.) flew off the top of a cabinet and landed bolt upright on the floor. We decided the ghost liked beer and was trying to tap the floor. Or something. We also had these weird open flame heaters and swore we heard voices speaking through them. I know my old roomies are subscribers here, let me see if they can back up my story 😂
I once lived in a place with three (sometimes 4) roomies in the 90s where we had a kitchen in the basement. It was like an old, bricked-up onetime mud-floored dark room. Spooky already. We would routinely hear things bumping around down there and then onetime our keg pump (yes, we owned a keg pump. Beer ruled.) flew off the top of a cabinet and landed bolt upright on the floor. We decided the ghost liked beer and was trying to tap the floor. Or something. We also had these weird open flame heaters and swore we heard voices speaking through them. I know my old roomies are subscribers here, let me see if they can back up my story 😂
We would now have an ice cream and bifocals ghost. ❤️
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