I am a rebel. PART 2 MOTHER lovely pieces of cake.

That is correct. PART TWO of my journey in to the world of the haunted. And scary. A land where cake does not exist. And snow men are a distant memory. And clowns are very much alive. MY DOOM

I was sitting home alone, a few days ago, when I heard this weird noise illuminating from my speakers.

I was not listening to anything nor was I on the phone near them. My only two thoughts were
1. Aliens
2. The dead girl living in my basement.
Not wanting to sit in a corner like a pansy, I came up with a plan to destory what ever was trying to harm me. I put on my swag face

And got down to buisness. I got the only weapon I could find, and pretended it was a death machine.

P.s I acutally only had a wooden spoon.
P.P.S it says 'Hoe' not 'Hoo"

BACK TO THE STORY. I also grabbed my camera, as I wanted to document my survivings. For almost an 2 hours, I ran around my house, doing ninja rolls, and searching for any sign of the paranormal. When I got really scared, I hid behind a couch.

Look closely at the picture. You might see RIGHT what you have coming for you..

Ultimitaly, I got bored, so I decided to forget about the ghost and go to bed. The nexy morning I found out that my speakers weren't plugged in right. But I swear to you, it was... "Her"

P.S I might make this post better, if I rememeber. Sorry if I don't, I know it's rushed.