E keeps telling me that there’s a ghost in our toilet. That has been going on for quite a number of days now. For the record, I have low (or maybe zero) tolerance when it comes to this supernatural/paranormal thinggy. That explains why horror movies just aren’t my thing. Because I know that those creepy sounds and scenes are going to stay stuck in my head forever.
After a few days trying to dodge the topic E came to me again this morning, insisting that the ghost is still in the toilet. I feel like I can no longer avoid it, so I asked him to show me the ghost’s whereabouts. Brave Amy! >.<
“There Mama” said E, pointing at the cloth that I hang on a mop handle.
I laughed the moment I looked at the cloth but E seemed puzzled, like, what is wrong with my mother now?
“That’s not ghost, baby.” I corrected him.
“It is Mama” he replied.
“It’s Boo!” E continued.
“No Sayang, Mama used that to wipe the floor, remember?” I explained to him.
Big relief! Like a heavy load off my shoulders. There’s no ghost! haha.
Stay brave, >.<
xx
Amy H.