The Incident: Excerpt II

December 21st : 9:13pm-10:59pm

I think I'm finally ready to be skeptical about this now. For a second there it seemed as if I lost myself in the spook. We are currently under the leadership of Bill and Regina Adkins, a couple of paranormal investigators who have been waist deep in paperwork for the last few years just to get us here. I myself, just need the work, that's why I'm here. You wouldn't catch me dead in a place like this… too bad I couldn't say the same for the backpacking teens before us. Don't ask me about my opinion on that, teens get lost and mutilated everyday due to a lack of distance from what they don't know. An incident where a few kids are lost and never seen again is just bound to happen, so why encourage the quacks and call it "supernatural". Ugh, such a ridiculous term. Sounds like it's straight from a comic book. The natural and the supernatural…the only difference is that we live one and we dream the other. I've never seen anything beyond my own rational explanation. Still, I mentioned I'd be skeptical, not that I was done debating. I saw what happened to Turner with my own eyes, and the after effect was just too odd to write off. A bruise? I mean what's that about? Ah! What am I saying?! That bruise could've been there before, after all, the interviews weren't topless, we couldn't have seen it before. The three foot jerk back could have been a shocked reaction. I need to start acting like a real journalist, and a real journalist doesn't get sucked in that quickly.

Megan…Megan, Megan, Megan…That name, that face. Out of the ten people here, she's the most fearful and easily frightened of all of us, and THAT makes her the most intriguing to me. She's about 5'6, Long red hair,Brown eyes,A bit to herself sometimes…I think I might be developing something of fondness for this girl, which is something I'm not supposed to do in an assignment like this. I'm supposed to showcase the reality of these people. If I start to favor someone, then their story may be subject to change over my feelings. I can't let that happen. Whatever spell I'm under has to be fizzled or I won't be able to do my job. Just look at what I'm saying, like its going to be that easy…but I digress…

December 21st, 10:16I just had a brief convo with Mr. Lucas Stacey, one of the lab rats from the great University of Columbia, we we're sharing opinions about the supernatural until he mentioned his belief in aliens. It's like telling me you believe god speaks to you, say those words and we are done speaking. I wont clash wits with a make-believer. He's a good man though, for a sucker, but still…a good man. Might I add HE is bunked with the psychic. Lisa Garson…not a psychic…she's somewhat of an American staple in the psychic area. She's published books, held public seminars, even regularly making guest appearances on women's talk shows. No I don't follow this woman, my grandmother does. Anyways, she's been a fairly pleasant presence here. Although she does seem to have an indifference toward the professor, most likely because he survives on logic, and she…well she's a witch. So far I've spoken to my two roommates, the professor, the psychic, the Hebrew and Lucas. I've yet to cross paths with the others but I will.

I'd say I have befriended most of these people, but my strongest companionship is with my iPod. It's been drowning out most of the banter these people throw around. I've actually made a play list for it. It's my "Tune-Outs" play list. It just compiles of 80's and late 90's music. Its got the goods, like B-Movie, Big Country, Steve Winwood, the Verve Pipe, White Town, Men at Work, April March…ringing a bell? I wouldn't think so…

December 21st, 10:25 pm

…and the bullshit keeps on coming…Garson and the Adkins' actually believes there's a negative energy harbored in this house……I pray for my patience to not reach an end…December..Never mind…it's 10:39 pmSomeone here is going to hell…Rosenblatt had his belongings neatly decorated around his sleeping area, which included a 12 inch portrait of his mother..He had just found it cracked on the floor,Along with that, the wall above his bed and the mattress itself were vandalized…badly.

It was tagged with the words: "Lebensunwertes Leben"…Which means, "Life-Unworthy Life" in German.
...and on the wall above his bed read:
"Untermensch"
Which means "the Subhumans"

These phrases were made popular in the Nazi takeover When Hitler rose to power…Yes I know my history....and a bit of German.

Turner rushed into every room in a manic fury…demanding to know who did this…Even at one point in my face…It turns out I'm not as "unknown" as I'd hoped…Turner screamed at me…"I WOULD NOT SURPRISED IF IT WAS THE PAPER-BOY!!", this is where he starts toward me…"OH WE'RE NOT SO ANONYMOUS NOW ARE WE?! JASON BARONE, THE MOST OPINIONATED MAN ON PAPER…I'VE SEEN YOUR COMMENTS ON SOCIAL AND RACIAL CULTURE…THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN TOSS WORDS LIKE "NIGGER, GOOK….KIKE!"… AND STILL GET AWAY WITH IT BECAUSE HE FOUND A WAY TO SQUEEZE SOME CLASS OUT OF IT..OH THEY'RE NEVER YOUR WORDS ARE THEY?? YOU JUST QUOTE SOMEONE ELSE!!"…

I'm guessing by now he knows exactly who I am, It's true…my social commentary does drop some negative derogatory, but I was always careful to mask those as quotes from inside the cultures…like I was quoting someone else. I just didn't think anyone would ever call me on it…"I don't know who fucking did this…but the only suspect is you, paper-boy.."I tried to tell him, "I didn't do this…you're right, I am an opinionated man but that isn't me"

He stormed out, I wanted to scream back, but I felt sorry for him, that is a terrible act of hate,Even a racist has boundaries…but I am not a racist…and now I have to prove it…to everyone here.

Now I'm really starting to hate this place…