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The female sex organ that hasn't been occupied in quiet some time.
Yikes, did I just see a bat fly out of your haunted cave?
When the person who ghosted you keeps showing up in your social circle and starts dating your friends.
That dick Ron is haunting me, showing up at the party last night with my cousin Rita.
The Opposite of ghosting. The act of manoeuvring your way back into your ex’s /ex friends life by linking up with a member of their inner circle.
Ex’s best friend: “Oh I’ve been hanging out with Sarah, I invited her to my party”
EX: “bro she’s totally haunting me.”
Sarah: “How is my ex boyfriend going to see my revenge bod?”
Sarah’s friend: “Oh that’s easy! Just haunt him, you know his friend Jake don’t you?..”
When someone's ghosting on somebody else, but still is in the other person's life occasionally.
Girl 1: This guy I met a few months ago just dissapeared and stopped talking to me.
Girl 2: Ugh, I hate it guys, who just stard ghosting you randomly.
Girl 1: But the weird thing is, he still likes my instagram pictures!
Girl 2: Actually, I think he's haunting you!
When a person that is ghosting someone, occasionally starts liking social media pictures or posts out of nowhere. It's actually ruder than ghosting. First coined by Mamrie Hart on This Might Get... Excused.
Lisa's been haunting me ever since she ghosted me. What's her deal?
(verb): the act of temporarily ghosting someone with the intent to message them back
bro did you hear emily was haunting stefan
A story that explains about a horrific accident, the protagonist was driving his Chrysler minivan at the narrow and winding roads near the perseverance landfill in Grenada, while he was caught up in a slow traffic, he noticed a white Honda fit behind him, and the driver wasn’t paying attention, but he was watching some gross nasty gay porn or whatever, he was indulging in self pleasure, he was so distracted that he collided into the protagonist, and the other cars and then he flew over a cliff and plunged into a lagoon
The Haunting Of The Honda
One day, I was driving my Chrysler Town and Country near the Perseverance Landfill in Grenada. The air was thick with humidity and the stench of rotting garbage. On the left, the rusted wreck of the Lizie J cargo ship stood like a decaying monument. As I passed the wreck, I noticed an elderly woman in a slow-moving yellow subcompact, with a minibus tailgating her. Behind me, a white Honda Fit driven by a young man named Jeremy swerved dangerously, instead of paying attention on the road, he was watching lesbian sex or gay porn on his phone on pornhub and jerking off while driving, with the pornographic sounds blared from his car speakers. I noticed this man was driving like an idiot, so I sped up. Suddenly, disaster struck. I tried to maneuver around the elderly woman, but the Honda clipped my rear bumper, then it collided in the back of the elderly lady’s car, making her car spun off the road. The Honda then slammed into the minibus, sending it careening off the road too. Then the Honda flew over a cliff and plunge into the dirty and murky lagoon. Nearby the shipwreck. And it sank there, The Honda fit and its driver was never heard of again. A catastrophic #Hondabump.