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Ok, let’s start. So we know that we, (as in vampires), can’t go near sunlight and we also can’t touch crosses or go near them. Also, we can’t see ourselves in mirrors and camera’s. Now, remember, humans are just like us. They want a life too. Do not bite humans if they did not disturb you. Bite only when you are threatened. Don’t eat garlic 🧄. Make sure to not change into a bat when you are near a human and also not go out during daytime. If urgent, bring out a umbrella. If people questions you about your umbrella, just say it’s too hot 🥵. When going out, remember to bring out the sunscreen called SPF500.

Well, that’s all for now. Thank you for your time. Bye! :)

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‎This book contains over forty of the best-loved fairy stories, beautifully illustrated by Arthur Rackham. This book, together with other titles illustrated by Rackham during the First World War was intended as a patriotic challenge to the Germanic Grimm tradition, however we're spared any nationalis...

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Installment #1: The Red Light( A diary of a ghost.)

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Installment #1: The Red Light( A diary of a ghost.)

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I have a confession to make. For the last week, I've been messing with someone. He deserves it, I think.

First, a bit of background. I am dead. My death should have been the end of everything. I should not be able to tell stories. But, I died an untimely death, which changes the rules a bit. So here I am, thinking, talking, feeling, wandering, and doing everything but breathing.

I haunt an apartment building that my grandfather once owned. I died there, by falling from a fire escape. I get very sad when I think about how I died, but from a strange perspective - it's as if the tragedy befell someone else. After I died, they renamed the street after me.

So, to introduce myself officially: I'm Jimmy Baker, the ghost of Baker Street.

I haunt inhabit one of the rental units in my grandfather's building. It was abandoned by a guy named Rob. He left in a hurry. His clothes lay in a heap on the floor of the closet. A rusting notebook sat in the bathroom sink. Ripped sheets betrayed a dirty mattress in the bedroom, and stains spattered the carpet like an abstract painting. It was disgusting and perfect.

For two years, I lived in Rob's slovenly palace like a prince. I didn't have to interact with people or other ghosts. During the day, I would read my books, and sit in the freezer to cool off from the earthly temperature. At night, I would float over to the Baker Street Bistro and linger in the window to ruin romantic dinners. Then I would go to the Bay and watch the sharks thrash under the water before returning home.

I don't sleep.

Then Rob's friend moved in. A tall man who doesn't own a single coat. In fact, all of his belongings fit into a  leather carryon. He didn't do much to clean the place, so I thought he might be a temporary inconvenience. But after a few days, his intents were clear. He had a cleaning crew come in and pick up all the clothes from the floor. They cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen. He bought a toothbrush and a desk. He brought a lady friend over. She was not very impressed by the mess. They talked about boring things like computers, and then they kissed.

That would not do. I had to get him - them - out of there.

Soon I found my opportunity. He's a terrible sleeper, and as a ghost, I can't resist that.

And so, for the last week, I've been messing with him, subtly. Just enough to drive him insane. In the middle of each night, I turn on the lamp and make it glow red. He watches it for about 10 minutes, then gets up to turn it off. It doesn't turn off though. He's the only person that will ever see it. Last night he stayed up waiting for it, and as soon as he gave up and fell asleep, at around 4 am, I turned it on.

Wow, I feel so much better. Journaling really is good for the soul. And I've got to take care of my soul. It's all I have these days.

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Poppy seeds on bagels and muffins can result in positive drug test

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Poppy seeds on bagels and muffins can result in positive drug test

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Alligators thrive in the sewers under New York City.

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Alligators thrive in the sewers under New York City.

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Lemmings are small animals that commit suicide by jumping off cliffs.

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Lemmings are small animals that commit suicide by jumping off cliffs.

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I know the story was quite Long. Well, I suppose I can make a shorter story next time. But I really appreciate you reading this story. 👍All the best! Bye:)