I have noticed that the room above me has ghosts and i live right under the attic...and i can't seem to talk to anyone no matter how hard i try,any help? A lot of scraping and crashing but when i go up there everything is the same way it was before.

I am a very fun and funny person who can read very well. I hate math but love science and reading,singing,writing,and poetry. Also my power? simple. I can talk to ghosts...or well have them talk through me...and not like the stupid shows on tv...i also speak Fluent Demonic language!

What great fun it's been, staying in the background, watching these silly people wear their clothes backwards! The ghosts have informed me that they agree. If they wanted to talk to ghosts so much, they could have just contacted me. I read souls, and pardon me for dropping numbers, but ghosts are 100% soul.
Ah, yes, @Nate Sun, about getting out of there... you just might be doomed. Sorry about that. You can still attend your classes, but you are pretty much stuck a ghost. Whoops.
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Dedicated in the Memory of Psychic High School's Ghost Hunter Extraordinaire:

Goodnight Ghostie it's been fun,
But I know I'm not the only one,
Who feels our adventures must cease,
Goodnight friend, rest in piece.

Nasty noises in the halls,
Spirits banging on the walls,
The voices I thought were in my head,
Were really echos of the dead.

We thought we could be friends,
But some wouldn't follow the trend,
It's hard to accept things you don't want to see,
Like murderers hidden in 4th hour Chemistry.

Then @Deadeye came, eyes a'blazing,
He didn't mind his welcome was unamazing,
With traps and plans and an agenda,
He arrested the baddies (and *Atlantica*).

Goodnight Ghostie it's been fun,
But I know I'm not the only one,
Who feels our adventures must cease,
Goodnight friend, rest in piece.

Well you kids won't be seeing me around anymore.

I've accounted for The Infernal 101 - a hundred of the most vicious, slabbering, demonic phantasms ever to be unleashed upon humanity. And a piece of ghost history all of themselves, as they were all tormented souls gobbled up, twisted, and spat out by the Lincoln County Wraith Wars of 1878.

It started out just like any other gang war - in the old west or anywhere else. Businesses fighting for territory, hiring guns and calling in hits. But then the warlocks got involved, started raising the biggest and baddest of the shootists from the dead, and that's where things got out of hand.

A big chunk of the New Mexico Territory became a ghostly wasteland, and right-minded folks took the long way around when they needed to get to the other side. But there were a number of folks who maybe weren't so right in their minds and tried to stay on. Folks who had nowhere else to go, and stood their ground on the only piece of dirt they ever had.

Lottie Fuentes was too young to own a saloon, but after her mother died there was nobody else to take over. I'd had special feelings for Lottie since before the Wraith Wars began. Even when things started to go bat$#% crazy, there was no way I could get her to walk away.

In the end, neither of us were able to walk away. When Grayson and his spectral hoard showed up outside, there was nothing we could really do. We didn't have any training in fighting ghosts, and the priests and the shamans had packed their bags and left long before.

When you lose your life in that kind of supernatural maelstrom, it's mighty disorienting. You end up causing damage just because you're confused and more scared than you've ever been in your life. I lost track of Lottie on that day, both of us swept up in the screams and horror and fright and death.

Somehow I eventually headed north, and landed in the Sangre de Cristos. I gained control of my faculties there, with the help of some local monks who took pity on a poor, lovelorn ghost like myself. There they taught me all they knew about ghost hunting and trapping, and I devoted my entire being to it.

Now, after so many years, not only have I bottled the last of the most wicked spirits born in that uprising, but I have found the spirit I have really been searching for all these years - my darling Lottie.

And I couldn't have done it without you meddling kids! @Nate Sun and the rest of you got the ball rollin', and eventually my Ghost Boxes did their trick. Not only are all the original 100 of the wickedest wraiths now in custody, but my Lottie has been recovered too.

I've driven my RV into deep into the woods and parked it. It's full of racks and racks of those evil ghosts, neatly deposited individually into child-proof ectoplasmic klein bottles. And there's one bottle - a special deluxe edition of my own design - where I will be joining Lottie for the rest of what you young people call eternity.

Don't try to find my RV - I've got a century of experience on you kids in terms of the eerie ins and outs of hiding in the woods. And it's essentially full of toxic spiritual material, with a half-life. Stuff you wouldn't want to mess with. As you know. Give them a century or two to decant and they won't be a danger to anybody anymore.

So, thanks again. You kids are alright.

I'm heading in. It's been a long time comin'.

Now do I repay a period won.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been in Ghost Heaven lately. I guess I just hooked up with all the right people at that Ice Cream Social, because I entered full-time into ghost world.

And it! Is! Awesome!!!

I didn't imagine so many candy striped suits. Like Dick Van Dyke and Marry Poppins dancing in white by the millions, on carousels, escalators, balconies, in glass elevators, on parade floats, twirling umbrellas, marching in the streets, Hello Dolly, ticker-tape and marching bands... all within a progenitive fractal environment platform. Does that count as an infinity, @Amelie?

So there are a lot of rabbit holes to go down.

And, uh, about that. I'm not really sure how to get back, at this moment. So I'm going to look around for awhile. I heard there's like a communal/co-op circuit you can get on, where you work at various ghost farms and ghost wineries and help out and you get free room and board. And I heard you can get credit for it! I gotta check that out!

Later!

dear psyhigh student body,
please forgive me for what ive done.

i was SOOOOOOOOOO stupid to think for one minute i was capable of replicating the works of my best friend and roommate, @Jade .
i tried to make a fertilizer to help the other botanical students here at psyhigh -
and i tampered with it.
you see, ive been SO LONELY lately! my boyfriend broke up with me, im failing kabbalah, and jade is my only friend now.
i think i really have to apologize to @Pineapple Head , whippy mccreamcream, banana bernice, and timmy and tommy the apple-nut twins.
what i did wasnt okay and i am deeply sorry about everything ive done to all involved in the ice cream throne bonanza.

please forgive me for what ive done.

My job is almost done.

You kids have been a handful. I know a few of my Ghost Boxes were vandalized, but overall my haul has been ok. And you kids have been doin' a good job stayin' away from 'em. Way to go, @*Atlantica* ;)

I've got a checklist of all the worst ghost varmints there are, and I'm checkin' them off as they come. A lot of old enemies, and a lot of old friends. Tom "The Salamander" Green, Charles "Knuckles" McMarshall, Jim "Garfield" Davis, Sir John Galvin, Tom "The Knife" Cullens, Brainy Palmer...

There's just one more fish I'm hopin' to land till we call this rift sealed.

Keep it up, kids.

Whoops - got another. Wet sanitary rat in a stew!

Ghost Boxes are not toys.

I've spent too much time fishin' you kids out of my boxes. If you get too close, the thing's gonna get you. It's that simple. If you are not irresistibly drawn to the flame of the ghost bait, then DO NOT TOUCH.

I'm all about catch and release. If you're not the evil doer we're trying to get off the street, then we're gonna let you go. We only keep the ones that are troublesome.

In my RV I've got rows and rows of tiny boxes where we file away the bad ones. I know who I'm lookin' for - if you're not a known and wanted feral spirit, you kids got nothin' to worry about.

Oh, hey, got another one on the line.

A nut for a jar of tuna.

OMG @Moonie r u a ghost? Are you trapped in a ghost Box? Let me know and I will come let u out. Do u see a serial number?