This is real ghost stories online.

A sleepover when you're a teenager is supposed to be a fun time.

You know, you hang out, mess around, do stuff, you know,

just, you know, kind of get in small amounts of trouble. Sometimes it gets a little worse than that.

But, you know, it's typically youthful antics that are looked back upon as, you know, good times

that really no one got too harmed from or anything like that.

However, sometimes you look back on those sleepovers and it's not so much the living that end up scaring everyone.

It's the dead.

The dead who either want to be a part of the sleepover or want nothing to do with anyone being

there in their place as far as they view it of rest or home or comfort or whatever it is

and is being invaded by some snot-nosed teenagers.

I think that's my, might be, maybe I'm projecting a little bit

how I may foresee my future as a ghost.

But it's one of those things

where if you are having, you know,

that sleepover and telling ghost stories

and doing that sort of stuff

and actual things start happening to you,

happening to you, you don't forget it.

It's going to stick with you.

It's a perfect time in life where

everything is still fairly new,

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