The Curse

There were rumors of the ghostly kind floating around when we first moved here. I laughed at them and thought about how exciting it would be if that were a real possibility. Hah, a ghost? Well maybe I was wrong in my disbelief, after all it is Philadelphia. I am sure this city has a lot of ghost. Including our 2 ghost cats. 

It all started yesterday when I developed symptoms of what I though was the common cold. As soon as I came home to the house it hit me hard and before I could think about what to with my day I was passed out drooling in my bed. I woke up later feeling a break from the blinding headache I dozed off with. After a fun hour or so of wii action with Kate and Brendon I fell ill again and called it a night. I wish I did not wake up but I did. I went downstairs and used the closet bathroom with the broken light. It is not that scary when your half asleep. Though that may have been the window that let in the curse. It was 3 am after all ( the "devil's hour"). I wish I had slept like a baby and woke up feeling great but no. After the first waking I fell back asleep. The second time I woke up burning up and all my muscles in pain and the most horrible headache I have ever experienced in my entire life. I did not want to open my eyes. After multiple wake ups to the same thing I came to the conclusion that I may have been possessed by the notorious Ghost Baby. He was reaching up from his hellish  ghost baby crib. That is the only way to explain the hot burning of my body. I finally fell into a sleep that was not deep but good enough. I woke up the next day, dragged myself to a dental appointment, and returned to the house. To my surprise our guard dog, Geoffrey, had puked all over his little room. The Ghost Baby curse strikes again. As I write this our poor Geoffrey has lost all his spunk that he is know and loved for. All that can save him now is some good rest, or an exorcism.