- #You are trying to prank me movie#
- #You are trying to prank me full#
- #You are trying to prank me plus#
- #You are trying to prank me free#
#You are trying to prank me plus#
Plus 3:47 was the time each night that shit always went down in my living room and kitchen. The kids had drawn George Washington on the corner of the envelope where the stamp should go, as some form of ghostly postage. This part of the letter wasn’t in Carey’s handwriting, but Jenny’s:Ībsolutely none of that made sense. But there was somehow more written on the back, this time in red crayon. There’s no way I missed it, the damn thing was folded in half when I pulled it from the envelope. Finally, it launched the note from my kids, and it fell face-down at my feet. The fridge door was opening and slamming shut furiously, like a ghostly pinball paddle. There was no visible smoke, but by God it smelled so strongly that my eyes were watering and I had to cough. The worst was when the smoke alarm went off at the same time as the television one night, leading me to the kitchen.
#You are trying to prank me full#
The television turning on at full volume at 3:47 every night, slamming cabinet doors in the kitchen, ding-dong-ditch (complete with a flaming bag of dog shit, God knows how they pulled that one off). I was going to have ghost-powered pranks from beyond the grave infect my day-to-day existence. I resigned myself to the fact that this was my life now. I hung the note on the fridge like a proud parent with a piece of their kiddo’s artwork.ĭays went by, and the pranking still continued. Now it was crystal clear what I had to do: I needed to get back to being myself. I was so angry and lost after the accident that I couldn’t see any path forward in life. My wife wasn’t just worm food there was really an afterlife, and she was there! One day I’d get to join her again. If that’s their standard, then I am royally fucked. Sure she was my problem child, but I’m sure they’re not going to send a 9-year-old to Hell for pranking a teacher.
Why would they miss Jenny, though? She had died with them nobody had been out sick that day. And my hamster! Rodents always freaked her out, so the image of Lisa taking care of a spooky-ass English ghost hamster gave me a mad fit of the giggles. I had to stop there and bust out a gut-rattling laugh.
#You are trying to prank me free#
I enjoyed reading her stories when we did free writing time. She was always the sharpest of the class, and had handwriting that was actually not a struggle to read most days. Miss Lisa was taking good care of him when we got here! Oh yea Miss Lisa says hi! We miss you and we miss Jenny”
#You are trying to prank me movie#
Fluffles is here with us! He can talk now! He sounds like the people from the Harry Potter movie you showed us. You are not the super fun teacher you used to be. We know you were sad when Miss Lisa went to Heaven, and we just wanted you to be happy again. Have you ever experienced that type of laughter where you just can’t stop laughing, and the realization that you can’t stop laughing causes you to laugh even more intensely? They’d finally won: they’d made me laugh, just as they had been trying to every day since I got back from my leave of absence after Lisa’s death. Manic laughter like I’d not experienced since childhood, back before I’d become jaded by the world. One of these pranks ended up costing my entire class their lives.Įven in death the pranks never ceased, until I got a letter in the mail from them. Other times they were dangerous and mean-spirited. Sometimes they were simple, goofy things. For the next 6 months, my students dedicated all the time they could to trying to prank me to get me to laugh. My world turned upside-down when I lost my wife, Lisa, to a freak accident. I am….or I used to be….a 4th grade teacher.
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