I have several doppelgangers, and I’ll never know what they look like.

But the “fuck no” house can be summarized in one story: we didn’t have much natural light in the upstairs hall so mom put a mirror at the end of the hallway to reflect light. I was walking to my room to crash one night, I look up, and in the mirror there’s a floating man’s head with no skin a few feet behind me and…

So I’m the friend you invite to your new apartment to tell you if your ghost is cool or not and what’ll make them happy, stating that for the record.

Just cried a little. -hugs- You made it past there, and that’s so great. I’m so sorry for the loss you’ve experienced.