How did you sleep last night?
Not great, honestly.
How come?
Look, I wasn’t going to tell you, Holly, because I know you get freaked out by this stuff, but I saw a ghost in our bedroom.
Oh my god. I told you we shouldn’t have moved into this old house, Greg.
I know. She just appeared out of nowhere and was, like, trying to teach me Spanish for a while. And the crazy thing is that I took Spanish in high school, but I couldn’t remember shit last night.
Wait, what?
I said I took Spanish in high school, but I don’t remember shit. She must think I’m an idiot.
What are you talking about?
I told my parents back then that my brain can’t think about languages like that, and I was right. And now this ghost is up my ass about it.
Greg. Can you please focus? Was this, like, an evil spirit kind of ghost?
I would say more strict than evil, but I could see her getting super pissed if I keep blowing it like I did last night. She asked me to tell her my name in Spanish and I said, “Si amo e Greg.”
So?
That’s not how you say it, Holly, those are all the wrong words except for “Greg.”