⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⡔⠒⠡⣪⣶⡙⢻⠄⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⡇⠂⣙⣿⣤⣤⢸⢰⢹⡇
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⡇⢻⡿⠿⠿⣿⢸⠄⣿⡇
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⡃⠃⠙⠦⠾⣫⢸⠄⣿⣇
⠄⠄⠄⠄⣰⡿⣇⠠⡃⢹⣛⠋⡟⢚⣂⣭⣄
⠄⠄⠄⣀⣭⣼⣿⣄⢙⡾⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⢿⣿⣷
⢀⡴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣦⢃⣿⠿⢹
⡏⡆⢿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣾⣿⣿⠿⡛⣿⣿⡆⣿⠄⠎
⡇⡇⠈⠛⢿⣿⢸⡿⠋⠄⠄⢹⠈⢻⡇⣶⠃
⠳⣧⣀⣀⣀⡬⡘⠄⠄⠄⠄⡜⠄⢀⢇⠞⣾
⠄⠄⠄⡇⠈⢧⠄⠓⠦⣤⣼⡤⠔⢫⠛⣼⡿
⠄⠄⠄⡇⠄⠄⠳⣄⣾⠃⠄⠄⣠⢧⠄⣠⣬⣤
⠤⣄⣀⡇⠄⠄⠰⣿⠁⠄⠄⣠⡃⣥⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿
⡄⠄⢿⡇⠄⠄⣷⠄⠄⠄⡴⠿⠄⣛⣭⣤⣶⣦⠄⢲
⠘⡀⠘⡇⠄⢸⠏⠄⢀⣞⠤⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿
⠄⠧⣘⠖⠒⠋⠄⣠⠟⠓⠠⣄⠄⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢚⠅⡪⡢⠄⡠⠚⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠑⣄⠄⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣥⠫⢺⡤⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⡄⠄⢻⣿⣿⣿

My wife left me a week ago and now I have to hunt ghosts alone. I hide in the closet and burn my sage and hope the pain goes away. Sometime I creak open the door when I hear the boogeymen coming, silently hoping they will take me to the afterlife. Anything is better than living without my wife..

She protect me from the scary ghosts hiding in my closet. I am not afraid anymore!