So one day I met this guy named crieff. And then he found out where I worked. After that, he proceeded to tell me that he was a Wiccan and that he could magically transport himself into people’s rooms and watch them. Then I got scared and never talked to him again until he showed up at my work (in for reallzzz form) and I literally thought I was going to die. But I didn’t surprisingly and I never returned any of his phone calls.
Recently all I know is that I am missing ten dollars out of my room and I think he poofed into my room and stole it. Or it was my sister. I’M PRETTY SURE IT WAS HIM.