I am a ghost.
A figment of my own imagination.
Can't you tell it was a trap?
You fell for it.
You are still falling for it.
One day soon I might just confess my sin.
It did help me to move on.
It helped me get over the madness.
The ghost is still lurking.
I'm going to let the ghost hang around awhile.
Not sure how to break the news to you.
That will take some planning.
You might even forgive me.
You have been beat at your own game.
I relish the power.
Turn about is fair play baby!
Gotcha!
