After moving into my apartment, I discovered something terrifying. Although it is past Halloween and Dia de Los Muertos, I feel compelled to share this tale.
It all started when I moved in....
...in walking distance to Baskin Robbins'....
I have an affinity towards their chocolate peanut butter ice cream..Conveniently enough, the store has a deal! Two quarts for $10.99. That would take me at least two months alone to eat...
Night One
I awaken from sleep one night to hear a rumbling in the kitchen. I disregard the rumble and go back to sleep. The next morning, I discover an empty container of my recently purchased Baskin Robbins'. How is this possible?
Night Two
Another rumble. Next morning, another empty container.
This must be a mistake! Who could be eating my ice cream?
The case of the missing ice cream continues for six months until I have to concede: I have a ghost living in my apartment that only comes out at night and eats all my ice cream.
I try other types of ice cream. It is to no avail. My ice cream loving ghost devours it while I sleep. I try love notes to deter the ghost. This fails.
Meanwhile, Nick trains for his hundred miler. The harder he trains, the stronger the ghostly presence persists in the middle of the night.
This time, I am prepared. Nick just finished his hundred miler. I might as well offer a blessed sacrifice of ice cream for the ghost. After all, there may be unwanted consequences of not alleviating the ghost's cravings...He may go for my stash of hidden chocolate instead!
It all started when I moved in....
...in walking distance to Baskin Robbins'....
I have an affinity towards their chocolate peanut butter ice cream..Conveniently enough, the store has a deal! Two quarts for $10.99. That would take me at least two months alone to eat...
Night One
I awaken from sleep one night to hear a rumbling in the kitchen. I disregard the rumble and go back to sleep. The next morning, I discover an empty container of my recently purchased Baskin Robbins'. How is this possible?
Night Two
Another rumble. Next morning, another empty container.
This must be a mistake! Who could be eating my ice cream?
The case of the missing ice cream continues for six months until I have to concede: I have a ghost living in my apartment that only comes out at night and eats all my ice cream.
I try other types of ice cream. It is to no avail. My ice cream loving ghost devours it while I sleep. I try love notes to deter the ghost. This fails.
Meanwhile, Nick trains for his hundred miler. The harder he trains, the stronger the ghostly presence persists in the middle of the night.
This time, I am prepared. Nick just finished his hundred miler. I might as well offer a blessed sacrifice of ice cream for the ghost. After all, there may be unwanted consequences of not alleviating the ghost's cravings...He may go for my stash of hidden chocolate instead!
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