Dear Diane

May 11th, 2024, 11:00PM

Dear Diane,

The figure is back.

I don't think it's too happy. A vase with my (very dead) roses overturned itself and shattered on the floor. I watched it pick the thing up and drop it. I mean usually the damn thing just stands there and stares at me, and now it's throwing breakable things around the house.

I did cry, I liked that vase. I didn't care that it was still standing there when I got out of bed. I got up and cleaned up the damn mess. It just watched me.

I did discover something new about it. The figure feels horrible when you get near it. It doesn't do anything but watch you while you approach, but it was in the way between the door and myself, so I had to get somewhat close to it to leave my room. It's like it's sucked all the joy out of the air somehow, and it's completely suffocating. It feels like I've been abandoned all over again, which just kind of sucks.

For some reason, I feel kind of bad for the thing. I really don't know what gender it is, I don't know its name, I don't know what it wants, or why it just kind of stares at me in its blank darkness. Why do I feel sympathy for a ghost?

I felt awkward not telling this unwelcome roommate that I'm leaving for a few days, so after I cleaned up the vase, I told it that I would be out of town and it would have the whole place to itself and I would appreciate it if it didn't destroy all my breakables.

It sort of nodded and then disappeared. Still didn't say a word to me, but I think we reached a mutual understanding.

Alright, I am going to try to sleep for now.

Goodnight, Diane.