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September 3, 2011
Mixed Bag Momentum
There is finally going to be some headway in the paranormal investigation of my haunting. Tim said that he and the team want the run of my house for Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and then Thursday night they want me there. I'm not exactly sure how much activity they will have when I'm gone, but it's obvious now that it could be at least some. It certainly doesn't mind doing stuff during the day while I'm at work. There may be a slight bit of a snag or I'll have to do something strange like stay at a hotel.
Karen and I had another fight. It started innocently enough with a bit of naughtiness. I bet you're scratching your head over that one. We were in her kitchenette. I forget what I was doing, but I had my back to her when she let out a giggle and said, "Frisky, aren't you?"
I quickly turned around and managed to beat her turning around. I must be getting good at acting because I managed to coyly ask what she meant. She told me, "Stroke me like that again."
I don't know if I blushed; I don't know if I'm a blusher. I stepped up to her and said maybe she should show me what she liked. She took my hand and pulled it around her to her... I'd better not get too detailed. Anyway, I shouldn't say much about what happened next either. Just like before, trouble came the next morning. There was a bunch of little stuff moved to different places. She accused me of not keeping my paws off of things that I had no right touching. She was also mad why I would put them different places and not even try to cover my tracks. All I could do was apologize, profusely, and when that wasn't enough she told me I shouldn't stay over until I could learn better manners. So, now I don't think that I can stay over while Tim and the crew are in my house.
Oh, I did get some good news this past week, although even it was a little touch and go for a while. I found my grandfather's watch. It was in a pair of socks. The thief had thrown them on the floor but missed hearing the watch, or it was padded better than I thought. It's not been harmed or anything. This means I have something to thank my poltergeist for--I don't keep watches in bundled socks. Or maybe I should blame it for scaring me. I doubt the watch was what the thief was after, though certainly it was the easiest thing of value to steal that I have.
Here's where it could have went south. I called the detective that came out to the robbery about it. He thanked me for the information. A couple hours later, he showed up at the house wanting to know about the insurance claim I had filed on the stolen watch. I can only imagine the amount of insurance fraud that goes on, but I hadn't filed a claim. I don't know what the watch is worth money-wise. Its value was as a family heirloom. Money can't replace that. After a couple days he called me and said everything checked out. I don't know how many insurance companies he called to determine that. I'm just glad I have the watch still.
Tags: accusations, crime, heirloom, insurance, Karen C., parapsychology, police, poltergeists, relationships, Tim, WPIS Team Leader.
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