The Incident: Excerpt I

Now we start the story as it was seen...
This is the beginning of the journals and documented audiotape by Jason Barone

December 21st 2006: 8:35 pm
This would be my first night at Steele Manor and so far it's unfurling to become
less than eventful. I share a room upstairs with two of the paid college lab rats. They were a sanitary two so it came as no problem to me staying with them. One of them was a man named Chad. He sold himself with a cocky attitude. So it was obvious this man-child was here to prove something to someone. My other room mate was a girl named Megan. She was the pleasant of the two, I must say, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't here because it was her idea of an adventure. It seemed as if she was here because it furthered her in some inauspicious way (money or academic credit). She was the girl in the middle of the room, she never wandered to the left nor to the right, nor the front or to the back. Except in the first hall of the manor, she stood by the door. So it was safe to say she was the most likely to set off a scream first.
Secondly, this is a personal journal so I'm just going to feel comfortable about bouncing a few expletives off to better ease myself of any and all irritation these ill informed college kids can put me through. Honestly, I worked my ass off through college so I could keep these kinds of people at bay. If anything, I should've been bunked with the Psychologist and the fucking psychic.
December 21st 2006: 9:13 pm
Before I write what I'm about to write, just let me first say that I am a goddamn realist. A pure materialist…
Turner Rosenblatt, the group's only Jewish lab rat, had a bit of a panic attack of sorts. That's what the professor called it. It looked to me like he had been struck by lightning. It sounds odd , I know, but I was there and I saw the lights flicker and a large white light striking Turner in the chest, it was an image you had to study to conclude., but I saw a light hit the man. The house lights returned but Turner himself was sitting at least three feet behind where he was originally standing, and he was struggling to breath, like he just had the wind knocked clear out of him.
It didn't look like lightning, but it sure did sound like it. The crash hit my eardrum hard, like a sucker punch , but that was the sound. The sight itself was too fast to document_ If I seen this anywhere else I would have thought this man was shot, but all Turner had to show for it was the struggle to breathe, and what later developed as a bruise in the middle of his chest plate. I asked him what it felt like, and he gave me the same explanation, except he told to imagine getting a steel pipe to the chest. Back to the sight…all I remembered is what it looked like upon impact. It came from the wall, collided with Turner and shattered to tiny specks.
After he was given first aid, I headed back to our room, to gather what I just saw. All Chad could say was that it was "fuckin twisted"…I wasn't sure "twisted" was still part of the urban lingo but then again, I don't pay attention to what is anyway. I had anticipated Megan's reaction. She stormed in the room in a fluster. "No, no, no, no that was too fucking real…no I'm…no I cant do this, I…", she herself was running short of breath. Not in a seriously attention calling way. It was cute.
I got up to sit by her, and reassure her of a safety even I didn't feel much of. I don't want to make it seem like I'm sold already. I just don't think the strange occurrences are over and done with just yet…I mean, where did that bruise come from?

JrM