Randomized thoughts and words

there was a time when two best friends used to meet each weekend and have quality time spent in company of weed and smoke. And then one night they were sitting just like that in that haunted room and kidding with the ghosts. The ghost went furious and hit the first person with his giant legs and jumped towards the other friend. The other friend was lost in some other world and was feeling high on weed. So when the ghost jumped towards him he just turned his face and slept down and ghost could do just nothing. Nothing. Nothing.