It's 7:15 pm. Ghosts have been hanging out in the front yard for at least 15 minutes. Pooka hasn't stopped barking. Chloe whines, wags her tail, and scratches at the front window expecting the ghosts to come to the front door any second. Emma, well, Emma alternates between being mildly excited and thinking about whether she can take a bite out of their legs. Mom let us out into the front yard to prove to us there's no one there. Silly mommy. She doesn't see the dead people in the front yard.
We'll report back later. In the meantime, we remain vigilant and will continue to pug (because we're not men) our post. Waiting for the ghosts.
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