There arent many things I love more than being a Packers fan but one of them is being a mom shirt

When she would put me to bed I’d wave at the There arent many things I love more than being a Packers fan but one of them is being a mom shirt and she asked who I was waving to and I said “the man in window” she looked out and there was no one there and she was like “what man? There is no one there” and I just said “not yet, he will come” and then I went to sleep. After that I got curtains for my room but I kept waving at the window at night. My mom had sensor lights in the back yard but they never went off. My mom asked me about it a few times and I’d always say he visited me at night to watch over me. My mom then just assumed it must have been an Angel watching over me because she couldn’t see anyone actually come into the back yard. (I don’t believe in angels) so I’m just assuming I had an active imagination

I was the child and all of There arent many things I love more than being a Packers fan but one of them is being a mom shirt . Sometimes horror enthusiasts are born, not made – I was a morbid kid. I can’t imagine how my mom felt hearing about this crew on the regular from her six-year-old: Daphne was my twin sister who “died” at birth, but didn’t really die. She crawled out of my mother’s womb and down the street after our birth, where she lived in a hole under my bed. She wasn’t human so she wasn’t allowed to live like a human. She was polite but manipulative and I warned people not to trust her. She could possess me and we would “trade bodies.” (My mom never lost a child, so this wasn’t a weird way of working through grief or anything like that.) Anna was the girl who lived in the mirror dimension and wanted badly to get out. Making eye contact with her (aka looking at my own reflection) when she was in the wrong mood could allow her to steal my body and leave me trapped in the mirror dimension in her place. I also insisted there was a mummified child who was murdered and buried under the floorboards in my bedroom closet and she was friends with the ghost of another murdered child who kept her company.