http://goddammitstacey.tumblr.com/post/155552788003 "I just turned to my housemate and said, “y’know, we’d never know if we were haunted” because we have four cats between us, so every clunk, bump, and crash gets entirely ignored and now I want a movie about a ghost becoming increasingly desperate to haunt a family but they have cats and so the poor dear goes completely ignored" -- Gallifreya
I was, once.
Nothing more than that. Simply that I was, once. As in, I was a single lady living alone. I was incredibly protective of my home and my things. I was alive. Not any more. I'm still in my house and I don't like it when other people move in. I make... trouble.
Shifting things around. Throwing things off of their places. Moving things into odd places. All the usual poltergeist stuff. And it did work for years. I kept my house all to myself. And then they moved in. Two nice lesbians and their five cats. They say ghosts and cats don't get along. They don't know anything.