>>20922501Lived in a house that we found many native artifacts around. Was very old and near one of the only clearings for miles and miles, in the middle of nowhere. A marsh. I think a burial ground. I had motion sensing cameras that would fix on faces I couldn't see and sometimes my instruments would play a string or two on their own. This happened in the room my wife's father died in, and he was a musician. Sometimes the freezer door would open and hit me. A lot of people were scared of the house, but I was apathetic. I would tell the ghost I'm halfway dead and when I die I'll kick it's ass and I'd call it a nigger. Sometimes I think it was her dad fucking with me. We never met, but he was a freak genius. Talked to people in Australia just on a cb and shit, called the crows nigger chickens.
