Big bad wolf.

Us humans have an energy.

Law of conservation of energy: Energy can be neither created nor destroyed. It can only change forms.

After death, energy changes forms.

Before your head explodes, I just want to get along.

There is nothing paranormal in our universe. Almost
every single phenomenon that you might call paranormal or unexplainable can be explained with science or the delusion/insanity of the individual who spotted it. Only because some things of reportedly supernatural matter can't be explained with physics or current observation techniques doesn't mean there are ghosts hunting houses. It means that the human mind is extremely susceptible to hallucination, especially when one is left alone in the dark in a allegedly haunted house.

WHave you ever fallen out of your dream?

Hold your breath.

Wheat

Italian

Provolone

Marinara

Toasted

Lettuce

Tomato

Red Onion

Jalapenos

Mayo/Mustard

Oil/Vinegar

Parmesan/Oregano

It’s your first night in your new apartment. Your stuff is still in boxes. Your furniture (with the exception of the mattress on the floor) hasn’t arrived yet. The utilities won’t be turned on until the next day, so you’re making due without. A flashlight and some candles will do for light until you go to sleep. Despite the creepy feeling of being in a dark, empty apartment all alone; you chalk it up to nervousness and try to get some sleep.
A sound wakes you up. You lay there for a moment, waiting to decide if it was real or just your imagination being too loud. When the sound happens again, you check your cell for the time. Two in the morning. You get up, using your cellphone for light, and make your way towards the kitchen; the apparent source of the noises. At first, you think somebody has broken into your apartment, but you choke down your reaction as you stare at the figure. It is a middle-aged man, wearing what amounted to striped pajamas and standing in front of the microwave with his back to you. Although seemingly solid, you can also see through his body. You’re paralyzed; mostly out of fear, but partly out of curiosity.
“Hey,” you finally manage to say. The man looks in your direction, turning slowly. Your eyes open wide as you realize the man has no lower jaw, letting his tongue hang free. Your vision loses focus and the apparition disappears.
A sound wakes you up. It’s your phone vibrating against the floor. It’s morning, or at least light is coming in through the window. You’re back on your mattress and the missed call is from your mother. You’re confused about the night before and still shaking from the experience of what you saw. Was it a dream or did you really see a ghost?

I must be asleep.

Come on, let it out.

You do it to yourself.

My Eyes Are Shooting Sparks

Money