Panicked Realization
In a whirl of panic, Daniel resorted to unplugging every single device like a man exorcising demons. “I’m being haunted!” he cried, his voice dripping with melodrama. Desperate for help, he even ran to a neighbor, asking if they knew a priest or someone “tech-savvy enough to fix the haunting.”
Panicked Realization
By then he looked like a frantic creature caught in his own web of superstition, while I reclined in comfort, giggling like a kid with a delicious secret too good to share.
Neighborhood Chat Goes Wild
As Daniel scrambled, I sat back with a cup of tea, watching the chaos ripple outward like a live reality show. The neighborhood group chat exploded with speculation—ghost stories, conspiracy theories, and wild guesses flying like confetti in a parade. Everyone weighed in with their take, building the legend of Daniel’s “haunted” electronics, and I stayed utterly silent, my secret tucked away.
Neighborhood Chat Goes Wild
The drama played on, and so did my private amusement, a never-ending stream of entertainment at the expense of one very confused neighbor.
