October 8, 2011
I Didn't Do It

Hello,

I was over at Karen's today. We had taken a break from playing a GC game with the new motion capture system I bought her. It's not the add-on you're thinking that it is; it's a knock-off that's come since and I prefer not to name. Just add it to the growing list of things I'm not supposed to have involved myself with. She was in the kitchenette on the other side of the cut-out wall section and I was knelt down changing out the game for a new one.

"Josh!" she yelped. "That's not fun--"

I turned and looked at her. She was standing, framed in the wall opening. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. "How did..."

She tried to say a couple more things, but with no better results. I crossed the room over to her. I could see a tear roll down her cheek. It was the only one to get anywhere. She held back the rest. I made to move around and into the kitchen and she jerked back. I stopped where I was. I must have looked a sight because she burst into tears. I don't remember what I was thinking. I don't know if I was frowning or grimacing or what.

When I got the story out of her I knew immediately what to make of it. I didn't know how to tell her though--I guess it was obvious. Here's what happened. I was changing games and someone slapped her on the butt. It obviously wasn't me. I can only imagine what went through her mind when she saw me too far away to have done it--too far to slap and run even.

Then I think the worst part came. She said, "My apartment is haunted!"

She was crying again telling me about the things that have happened. I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that it actually was my fault, but I just stood there like a bump on a log. I couldn't make myself tell her. I actually wanted nothing more than to get out of there and let her make of that what she would. Most people would run out of a haunted place, right?

I guess that's enough for you all to mull over today.

Tags: GC, haunted, Karen C., knock-off, poltergeists, secrets, silence.