Okay, so like my folks just bought this place. We had to move out of Hollywood, so we moved to a place called Rohnert Park. Our house is like this total mansion, just like all my homes before it. It's got six floors, not counting the basement and the attic and just all these rooms that even after a month living here, I haven't gotten to yet.
But anyway, you guys don't care about that, right? Right. I'm always right. Anyway, I'm used to my parents installing automatic doors, window shutters and what not, but I'm pretty sure you have to like trip a switch or something for them to open and close.
At first, I thought nothing of it, having more important things to worry about: my hair and face, for instance. But it became pretty evident Casa De La Prepper was haunted somewhere between bottles and bottles of my hair care products kept disappearing and turning up in the weirdest of places ... like dented and broken on the stove top or jammed into the mailbox, and the crying coming from nowhere at one in the friggin' morning. It scares me to the point where I lose sleep ... and girlfriends. They won't come near me. Think I'm some kind of deviner or something like that.
So yeah, that's my story. I'm gonna be living here for quite a while, so it shouldn't take long for me to add to this. In the mean time, let me know what you all think.
