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Me: I think you have a ghost that fucks with your lightswitches.
Farmsister: No, that’s just the shitty sense of humor of the guy who wired the place.
Me: I swear I memorize which switch controls which light, and then the next time I go to turn the lights out they’ve switched and I get the wrong one.
Sis: No, you’re just not remembering correctly.
Me, a little huffy: Come on, it’s way more interesting if there’s a ghost.
Sis: No it isn’t. We don’t have ghosts.
Me: Come on, a ghost would be cool.
Sis: If there’s a ghost in this house, it’d be in the guest room.
Me, who sleeps in the guest room now that the yurt is down: Uh-huh, I see.
Sis: I’m serious, it’s the spookiest room.
Me: Thanks.
Me: *sleeps with the lights on*

Me: I think you have a ghost that fucks with your lightswitches.
Farmsister: No, that’s just the shitty sense of humor of the guy who wired the place.
Me: I swear I memorize which switch controls which light, and then the next time I go to turn the lights out they’ve switched and I get the wrong one.
Sis: No, you’re just not remembering correctly.
Me, a little huffy: Come on, it’s way more interesting if there’s a ghost.
Sis: No it isn’t. We don’t have ghosts.
Me: Come on, a ghost would be cool.
Sis: If there’s a ghost in this house, it’d be in the guest room.
Me, who sleeps in the guest room now that the yurt is down: Uh-huh, I see.
Sis: I’m serious, it’s the spookiest room.
Me: Thanks.
Me: *sleeps with the lights on*
