Haunted By Ghosts
Predictably, Daniel took to the internet, venting in a ranting post about how his TV was haunted. “It’s cursed!” he wrote, clearly unraveling. I had to stifle a giggle as I scrolled through the comments, one of which nailed the situation perfectly: “Maybe it’s karma. Stop stealing, bro.” That single reply got a wave of likes, the internet’s version of a standing ovation.
Haunted By Ghosts
Whether you called it karma or just poetic justice, it was clear my antics had transformed into community entertainment. Even the neighborhood seemed to be enjoying the unfolding spectacle.
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That “karma” comment ended up overshadowing Daniel’s original post, and the irony wasn’t lost on me. I doubled down, pushing the prank to new heights by playing strange sounds—static, warped voices, and oddball noises—through his smart speaker at random hours. Watching his panic escalate from my quiet apartment was like tuning into an unscripted thriller.
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I imagined him tossing and turning, convinced his devices were speaking Morse code or channeling ghosts. As the mystery deepened, so did my amusement, each night adding another chapter to the strangest show in the building.
