Sunday, March 27, 2011
Josefina and the Haunted (?) House
Hello, this is Josefina.
I don't want to admit this to my sisters in person - so I'm going to write it on the blog and let them see, because some of them are going to gloat.
I've never believed in ghosts. Lately some of my sisters have been claiming our house is haunted, and I just kind of laughed. I thought it was pretty silly. Now... I'm starting to wonder. I'm not saying I've started believing in ghosts. But I've started thinking maybe something weird is going on after all.
Tonight I was working on my homework. It was an essay for my literature class. I had put it off, I admit, because it's due tomorrow. It's about Samuel Beckett - which, if you've read him, isn't exactly the most transparent material. To make matters worse, I was trying to write my essay in French. (In case you don't remember from our dossiers, Felicity and I go to a French immersion school.)
It wasn't going that well, and I was getting more and more frustrated because I didn't know what to say. I was sighing a lot, erasing a lot, and muttering under my breath what a pain this was...
And suddenly my paper just caught on fire!
It was the weirdest thing. I screamed, threw it on the floor, and hit it with a sofa cushion until the fire went out. It was just a little flame, so that wasn't hard, but then the smoke detector went off. Everyone ran into the room, and they all just looked at me like I was crazy. Evelyn finally asked, "Why did you set your homework on fire?"
I tried to explain that I didn't, but they seemed skeptical. They all thought it was really bizarre. To make matters worse, I had to start my Beckett essay all over. At least I still had my notes.
So yeah, maybe our house is haunted after all. Ghosts, if you're reading this, leave my homework alone!