Well people, I fear I may have unleashed a monster. I never once thought my blog and ouija board would combine to form a pandora’s box of supernatural proportions, but such is my fate. I cannot coax this demon back into his dungeon. Puskas is on twitter. I just want to watch the MLS Cup, enjoy Thanksgiving with family, and rock the job search – becoming an online ghostbuster is nowhere near the top of my day planner, let alone monthly agenda. And the worst part is, I’m not so sure this is a Casper-apparition. Right now he only talks of goat’s blood, but how long before he seeks….human blood?

And I’m kinda worried about my dogs, Ralph and Bella. That’s the likely next target/victim if sangre de chivo is not made available asap.

Still, I’m a little too practical. A bit too rational. I believe in the good of humanity and our natural inclination towards common sense and middle ground. Even a damned and wandering spirit has some grasp of reason. I invited “Pusky” to chat, and oddly enough, a few of the loose-ends tied up nicely.

So “Pusky” did not get a taste of goat’s blood last night and the freezer was empty because of my mom’s cleaning. Improbable, but possible. And as for my younger brother losing at beer pong, in any variety, this is well within the realm of possibility. I also inferred that Pusky attended this party (of which I was not invited) and that would explain his prior social engagement.

But the next few lines, inappropriate for minors, may send shivers down your spine. I slept like a baby last night at Ricardo’s, but tonight I kinda-sorta-fear for my life. I had planned on watching the MLS Cup final with my stepdad, bro, and Ricardo. But…

Ominous? Bone-chilling? I think the use of “All Caps” in Hungarian is not a good thing, but I’m really not super culturally sensitive. Perhaps it’s a nod and wink? I also cannot shake that maybe, just maybe, this is an actual apparition, the first online apparition. But what if Pusky leads the way for others? Grandpa I’m sorry I didn’t spread your ashes in the Caribbean I had to use my work vacation to help a friend move! Please stop direct messaging me on twitter you are eating up all my monthly texting!

But this could also be a hoax. I like to trust my readers, hold them dear and close, but…if this is a joke please stop shaking me in my sleep and covering my couch in blood. Of course, when questioned about his existence, Pusky got testy…

If this gets any creepier then I have one recourse. I must KILL the spirit of Pusky…but how?

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