This won't make it as a horror movie, I know.
I keep a basket filled with navel oranges all the time, since I like to peel and eat one in the morning. This morning (i.e. barely 15 minutes ago), I came downstairs into the kitchen to make myself my regular hot cocoa (no fish sauce incident anymore, knock on wood). While waiting for the cocoa to be ready, I walked over to the fruit basket to get an orange. I stopped in my tracks when I saw this:
I swear, it wasn't pre-arranged like that.
This could be a sign from somewhere. I think I light some candles and build an altar around it, and then charge admission for people to see it!
Nah, I'll just eat one of the oranges and be done with it! 
Zz.
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If you ate one, then your Mickey exists no more. BooHoo!! 
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But only those with Mickey in their hearts can see those things. 
