Proof I'm Crazy

Like we any proof to figure that out. Here we go.

So I leave for work on wednesday and as I'm walking do the street I see something form in front of face. Then it was gone just as quick as it appears. Then it's back and gone again. What is this visage? I think hard and I come to the only logical conclusion. IT IS A GHOST! Crap a spirit of torment not allowed to pass on has chosen me as his physical play thing for the day. That's just great but I got a surprise for ghosty, I came prepared. The first level I ever took was Spirit Shaman (See Dave, I told you it wasnt a waste of time) I call forward my trusty watchful spirit, "Rayne the Dark Dragon." He bursts out of my tattoo, causing me not a small amount of pain. After about ten minutes of the Rayne swearing at me for not letting him out and his usual antics of trying to trip children, fondling girls boobs and trying to push business man infront of cabs. He finally gets around to asking why I called him out. I told him I'm being haunted. "By what the crazy psycho, you insist on keeping contact with." This is the condensed version of what he said. I cant write that many swear words down or the post would be freaking long. I wish at she I know is real. For the most part. Is she real? I don't know if anyone has ever seen her before. Could she be like the guy in that movie I saw that one time where he was like dead but walking around and it was this big shock but then a bunch of people said they saw it coming even though they freaking didnt. Bunch of Liars. "Rayne, find the ghost, and make him pay for disturbing my morning stroll to work." Rayne looks around, "You're an idiot" (swearing was again deleted for length sake) After trying for several minutes to claw my face to ribbons, he retreats back into my tattoo. With even more pain then when he came out. I really gotta train him better. So its not a ghost. What could it be. My next logical deduction an illusion. I muster up all my will power, and succeed my will save. SWEET! I wait paitently holding my breath, searching, scowering, hoping I succeeded. Whew it wor-DAMN IT! He's back now he's just teasing letting me wait till I think I'd succeeded before showing himself. You Sick, Sick son of a bitch. I take off running afraid for my life but that just makes him follow me. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He's right behind me, I try to run faster but I can't lose him. I run till I'm exhausted, I can't run another step. I stop, I'm breathing heavily trying to regain my strength as the mirage haunts me now covering my face and neck with each breath it grows larger and larger. I give up there's no way I can out run it. Maybe if I walk into to work haunted by this spirit they'll give me one of my sick days. I laugh at the thought of my job allowing me to leave. I arrive at work and as soon as I get inside, its gone. I'm Free! Thank you Karma. (Karma is my God, for those that don't know) I go upstairs still reeling from the run. Loren is just walking back in from his Lunch. "hey how's your day going?" I asked "Good, U?" "Rather uneventful."