So I was reading my old yearbook and apparently in fourth grade I had a ghost named Jeoffffffrey? Geofffffffrey? Geoffry? Jeoffry? Geofry? Jeofry? Jeffery? Jeff the Killer?
Idk. But I kinda remember people asking me where my ghost was and me telling them he was asleep in the bathroom? Really, idk. Idk, bro.
I was a strange child, tormented by a ghost whose name -to this day- I cannot remember.
Jeofffffrey wuz here.