Mom! There's a ghost on my TV!

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After screaming in desperation, I ran down the stairs towards the kitchen, where my mother was, wearing only a bra.

"Mom! Mom! My arms! My beautiful smooth and soft arms are full of hair!" I said as I arrived in front of my mother.

My mother looked at my hairy arms and placed her hand on her cheek. "Oh honey, is this what puberty is like these days?"

I was stunned for a moment by my mother's statement, and then exclaimed, "What kind of puberty is this that makes you grow a huge bunch of hair on your arms all of a sudden?!"

My mother seemed to sense my implication, and then she hit her fist into her palm as if she understood something.

"Oh! I get it! This is some new fad among young people, right? Young people these days are so weird! Just these days ago I saw a woman with an armpit with so much hair that it looked like a forest, and she said it had something to do with feminism, but I didn't quite understand it, you know? Armpit trimming is about hygiene, isn't it? Now that I think about it, are there armpit lice?"

My mother began to ramble on and on, leaving me stunned again.

"Mother! Focus here! Your beautiful daughter grew a bunch of hair on her arms from one hour to another! And in a few hours, it's time to go to school! THE-FIRST-DAY-OF-SCHOOL!"

I spoke the last part very slowly and clearly, for my mother to understand. She's a great mom, and I love her so much, but...she's too slow and she's an airhead.

"Oh dear, that's no problem. Go to the living room and sit on the couch! I'll be back soon!"

With a smile, my mother left the kitchen, and I went to the couch as she asked.

When she came back, I looked at the object in her hands and sighed inwardly. I knew I shouldn't have trusted my airhead mother.

"Mom."

"Yes, sweet-hearth?"

"Why do you have gardening shears in your hands?"

"To cut those hairs, silly!" She said as she opened and closed the big scissors.

I get up from the sofa, and with authority, I say with my arms crossed, "Mom! Put those scissors in the place you took them! Also, go to my room! In the second drawer of the front closet, there's wax for hair removal!"

"Ehh? Why can't I cut your arm hair with these scissors?" My mother said with a pout.

Because what I have in my arms is hair, not branches, you idiot!

"Mom, I'm not playing your games! If you don't bring me the wax in the next minute, I'm not going to buy your favorite ice cream anymore!"

"R-Right! I'll be right back!" With my ultimatum, she drops the gardening shears and runs to my room.

Using the wax will make my skin irritated, and it will also hurt A LOT due to the amount of hair, but it's for the greater good! If my arm's skin gets too irritated, I can just go to school in a long-sleeved shirt.

Of course, if I could I would also wear a blouse over those hairs on my arms and later deal with the problem, but there's so much hair, that with the long-sleeved shirt my arms would look like Megaman's cannons.

My mother runs down the stairs and stands in front of me with the wax in hand.

"Here it is, sweet-hearth!"

"Nice! Let's start!"

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Thirty Minutes Later

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"Aaargh!! Pull harder Mom! Do not worry about me!"

"I am trying!"

With a tug, my mother manages to remove the wax with a ripping sound, and she falls back to the floor.

"FUUUUUUCK!!" I screamed as I fell to the floor in pain.

My face was distorted with pain, but I was also smiling as both my arms were now shaved and smooth! Well, they're also tomato red and there is also blood coming out of their pores, but nothing that a few creams and a long-sleeved blouse can't hide.

I get up and raised my hands for a double high five with my mother. "That's it! We did it, mom! And just in time for me to get ready for school!"

"Yes, we did!"

As we were partying, I hear a 'Pluf' sound and my arms felt heavy. Confused, I look at my arms again, and my face contorts in astonishment.

"Mom..."

"Yay~! Hm? What is it~?"

"The hair...they grew back..."

My mother stops and looks at my arms, and like me, she sees that the hairs we've just shaved have just come back as if time has been reversed.

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"Honey, aren't you going to school? We can do something to hide those hairs!"

After the great disappointment of having hair grow out of nowhere again in my arms, I locked myself in my room, feeling depressed.

"No! I will not go like this! Call the school and tell them I'm terminally ill or something!"

My mother sighs. "All right. I'll call them and tell them you can't go today."

I hear my mother's footsteps walking away from my room, and I decide to watch TV. Maybe an anime or some series will make me feel better.

I turned on the TV and started scanning the channels for something to watch, until I saw an image of a woman on the TV screen.

The woman had long black hair that covered her face, a white dress, and really pale skin.

I changed channels quickly, but she was still there.

The woman then moved and started to get out of the TV, and a shiver ran up my spine.

I got up and walked toward the TV. She was already halfway out of the TV.

Geting in front of her, I placed my hands on her shoulders, not caring that I could touch her, and forced her into the TV again.

I cleared my throat, and, feeling deja-vu at such a situation, I screamed, "Mooooooom! There's a ghost on my TV!"