I see a ghost

Went to the gym with Tamara and Garth. Tamara disappeared who knows where as soon as we got there, but Wayne and I went upstairs to use the machines. Whoever invented these modern appliances of torture should just DIE!

Somebody said that Pauline and Hank just had another baby. Funny thing is, last time I heard, Hank had moved out and is living alone on the other side of town. I wonder what that's all about.

I got tired of going to the library all the time, and I hate their computer anyway. It's running Vista and it's slow and a pain in the ass. So I bought a nice new one so I can blog at home. It's PINK! I found this cool old distressed wood desk to put it on, too. I mostly just use it to play GTA.






I went back over to the haunted house. I expected to be thoroughly snubbed because of my being kind of a jerk before, but they're nice.

Ginny accepted my apology right away. Ginny Egon, that is. She explained that she and her husband Dax just moved here from Riverview.

 He does some kind of scientific research for Landgraab Industries, and that's when I sort of zoned out for a minute because whatever it is, it's over my head and it all started sounding like blah, blah, blah. The company moved him here because of the state of the art science facility just outside of town. She hopes to get on the police force here.




They told me that the first night they were here, they saw a weird mist rising from the ground, but only in their yard, not mine or anybody else's. Some time after midnight, they saw ghosts walking around the house. It was a shock at first, but at least one of the ghosts is actually very friendly. So, apparently, the ghosts came with the house, but they didn't show their faces until some people moved in that they could haunt.


Okay, so as Nancy Drew ferretting out some deep, dark secret, I suck. But look at the bright side. Not only have I found some new friends in this dead boring little neighborhood - people who actually come out of their house once in a while and talk to you, for God's sake - but some of them are ghosts! God Damn, that's cool.

I hung around talking to Ginny and Dax until midnight, hoping to see another ghost. They invited me to crash on their sofa because, they said, I wouldn't see the ghosts until really late, and I might have to stay there the whole night and catch a nap while I waited. "Awesome," I said, hoping for an adventure.

I almost wish I hadn't. I don't know what bug she got up her ass, but Ginny, who had begun the evening so genially, got downright bitchy as the evening wore on, and started being rude to me, right out of the blue. Maybe she was tired and wanted me to go home after all, but she could have said so. Maybe she's jealous because I hit if off with Dax a lot faster than I did with her. Hey, that's her problem, not mine. I am NOT after your man, ho. I mean, lady. It's not as though we were flirting or anything. Just talking about things we have in common.

Then they started in on each other. Maybe she's just got a mean streak. Maybe I'd walked in on some kind of family fight. Mind your own business, Zayne! God! Anyway, I didn't exactly want to stand there and watch them yell at each other, so I went outside to see the ghost that had just popped up in the back yard.

I was so excited that I ran right up to him wihout even wondering if it was safe. I used my most charming introduction, and he responded most cordially. This ghost was different than the one I'd seen before. He was a tall, lean, dapper looking man. He wasn't pink, either. He was pale blue, with long white hair that seemed to glow with an inner light. I guess it DID glow with an inner light. Hee, hee. I hope he's not radioactive or anything.

He introduced himself as Wyatt Acosta. He told me he drowned, and that's where the blue coloration came from. He didn't give me the details of his death, and I thought it impolite to ask. Maybe he'll tell me some day. I found out that he was considered quite a virtuoso in life, and I was going to ask him if ghosts could play guitar - just think how cool to jam with a ghost - when he suddenly ran past me around the house, got into a car that had just pulled up to the curb, and zoomed off. Weird!

I'm very intrigued by this whole ghost business, and I hope I find out more about them one of these days. Right now, it's the middle of the night and everybody else is in bed, and I need a shower and some food. Bed is sounding pretty good, too.