Who You Gonna Call?

After an intense discussion with my colleagues and a similarly intense conversation en français with 5th period, I have come to the conclusion that my house is haunted. And not only haunted, but haunted by either Black Cat or Sarah or possibly even both and Earl refuses to enter the hallway because he knows that this is the pathway to the otherside. When I got my nails done, the nail techs suggested that perhaps Earl was afraid to walk down the hall because he fell once, so maybe I should try to put down some towels to see if that helped.

You can see that pre-towel Earl was stuck on the outskirts of the hallway and that with the towel he is still on the outskirts of the hallway and that the towel only provided a comfy spot for Randi and Clark to cuddle. I am now near about convinced that I am going to have to do some kind of séance or exorcism or ghost busting in order to purge the ghosts from the hallway and to free Earl from whatever the heck is going on in his weed fried brain. I have since removed the towel, since it was just an invitation to Mischief.