Story time (100% true)

Hello FunnyJunk. it is story time.
When i was little years old i used to mix together "potions"
by using every liquid or spice i could find, heck i would trow bugs in
that crap, and one time a mixed together a weird blood like substance.
At this point my sister walked into my "lab" or is what i called the sink
that i had converted into a cauldron with glasses beside it. She had
always been interested in my little mixtures and she asked what
i made today. Grabbing the red substance I said "This potion will
let me talk to ghosts, but i don't want to use it, because it will make ghosts bother
me all the time." Later that night my uncle went to brush his teeth and
accidentally broke the glass, so he made sure it all went into the bath tub so it wouldn't
be all over the counter. That night i take a bath then about an hour later i see a girl
i the hall way between the living room and bathroom. I start a conversation with her, shes
about the same age as my sister, 9, so i asked my sister, "Danna, did mom say you could have
a friend over?"My sister stared at me like i was insane so we both just shrug it off.
And now every fricking day i see pale people with light hair in random places and
constantly have nightmares i which these people appear.

TL;DR:I am haunted by ghosts because of my uncle

100% true story