Lizzy visits Wilder Tower

Hey guys! Lizzie here, and I FINALLY got to go to an abandoned building! Although it looked like Rapunzel finally left her tower for her new boyfriend, it was good enough. I got to use an EMF reader and record some stuff on my phone, but other than that, we just climbed up a tower.
 
By the way, I sprained my ankle doing that. But thanks to my amazing talent of ignoring and dealing with pain, I still got to explore and walk around. At one area in the tower, about 17 minutes into a 5-minite climb, we heard somebody call dad, "Yankee!" And a few screams from the lower parts of the tower. At one point, I swear I saw a ghost teen smoking a cigar while being leaned against a wall. I told him to stop smoking because it was dangerous, but I was made very aware that he was dead, a little after seeing him disappear.
 
If I'm gonna be honest, I don't blame him. Imagine being dead, and one day, you're trying to calm down, but some random thirteen year old walks up to you with her phone, recording the whole conversation and tells you, "Hey, stop doing that. You could die." Trust me, bud, I'd disappear, too.
 
Anyways, after that encounter, I asked dad what we were investigating, and he said, "Paranormal stuff. Ghosts, aliens, and extreme versions of creepy crawlies. Also some fucky putty." I thought the fucky putty name was pretty funny, but when I saw a ghost woman with one of her boobs missing/blown up, I asked, "How's the shitty titty?" She was pretty nice and showed me around the castle. The only bad thing about that encounter was the constant beeping of the EMF reader.
 
After finishing the field trip to the former home of Rapunzel, we went back to our house, and I answered a few calls before clocking out. I brought the EMF reader to school for recess and held it up to a tree that I would constantly hear whispers from. Long story short, I have a ghost friend named Andrew now. Well, here's your report-ly meme! Lizzie out.
 

 

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