Last night around 1 am the fire alarm went off in the abode. It scared the freakin heck out of me.
Of course, this happens once the parents leave. Why would it happen otherwise? We all arose from our beds and while I stood at the top of the stairs waiting for the signal to grab your clothes and skidaddle, the others searched and smelled through the house.
No fire.
Weeeiiirrrddd. And creepy.
We opened our windows just in case it was Carbon Dioxide or something like that, cause you never know. Right?
I know who pulled the fire alarm.
Jack -- Our house ghost.
Super weird. I hate things like that. It probably was Jack.
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