“So I’m staying in this house; it’s been abandoned on account of my friend dying there. It was the meth that did it.
“I’m sitting there in front of a clock-radio and I hear this creak, creak, creak. I check the whole house but everything’s locked so no one coulda got in.
“I sit down again and in comes this aura kind of thing. I know it’s my dead friend. My friend writes out the name of the guy who got him the meth in the plaster dust on the floor. By now I’m really scared and I’ve got goose bumps on my goose bumps.”
“Were you high or something?”
“No. I was totally clean; that’s why I was so scared.”