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Journal entry #1
It all started when I moved into my new house. Every night around 3am I was awoken to the sound of footsteps. Not loud stomps but tiny little footsteps just loud enough to wake me up. I’d always ignore it, but one night i decided to go downstairs and see what was going on. I discovered on the kitchen counter a tipped over can of my ginger ale and strawberries with cream. I didn’t remember putting that there. I was worried there was a ghost. Then I checked my security cameras only to discover there was nothing frightening at all! It was a friendly ghost. A Betty ghost! If only she would’ve asked if she could have some snacks I would’ve offered as many as she liked.
