Wednesday January 18th
We were in an old house on a historic site, it was a museum
where people dressed up – think Black Creek Pioneer Village. There was a ghost
who blended in because of his costume, but he was carrying around a gun. There
was also a white bus full of seniors visiting, and throughout the day they
would arrive, slowly pile out, walk around and climb back in. I apparently was
by the bus loading station every time this happened.
As it got later in the
day, Kevin and I were lost and in this particularly drafty museum house and the
ghost would appear every so often. As it got darker, we had to make a fire and
try and insulate the house with whatever we could find, and apparently all we
found were random sweaters and white tissue paper. Which is actually a REALLY
GREAT idea.
So we’re going around this weird museum house looking for
actual wood and creeper-ghost keeps showing up and scaring us. He just sort of
stands there, holding his gun, looking at us menacingly. I tried to follow the “well
known” advice in pop culture and ask the ghost what he wanted from us, but he
never answered. We assume this was his actual house and Black Creek Pioneer
Village stole it and he’s unhappy with this development.
We never question why we didn’t just leave the historic
village before closing time, but apparently we’re content with not trying to leave at all and instead
look for wood in this fake house.
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