Hey Mr Postman

13-01-2014 Monday

17.30

Monday’s here and I miss Sunday already.

I wanted to go to Mr Bent’s yesterday, but he wasn’t home. Or he was, but just didn’t feel like opening the door. He’s that kind of guy, he is. Sometimes we know he’s at home and then people (most often the postman) ring our doorbell to come and deliver packages or mail for him. It’s not like that he will open the door for us, or anything. Then he comes to collect the stuff whenever he feels like it and expects us to open the door for him at any time. One time we didn’t and he even got a little mad and shouted,’ Open up, I know you are in there!’ Why we never do the same when he doesn’t answer the door, I don’t know.

We haven’t the foggiest idea what happened or might have happened to him that made him into this incredibly introverted and socially handicapped person. Sometimes Mum says it might have been the war, but when I ask her which one, she looks at me and says,’ How should I know? There’s been so many.’ So that might just rule out that hypothesis. Other times she blames it on upbringing and his parents. I wish she could have a talk with his parents, because Mum’s upbringing is not really helping me becoming a more sociable person.

Enough about that, Mr Bent was not at home, so, I surfed the Net a little bit to see what I could find on ghost-hunting equipment. Below are some of the sites I found last night. I am not really sure whether they are really helpful and whether these sites are serious about this. For some reason I feel like I am being mocked, but this time not by peers. Ghoststudy.com feels like a scam. Are they serious $25.00 for a motion detector!? How does that help me find ghosts in a crowded city; there’s motion everywhere! It’s probably just a cheap ‘burglar’ alarm.

These are the sites:

http://www.wikihow.com/Catch-Ghosts

http://www.ghoststudy.com/detectors.html

This site: http://www.ghoststudy.com/new/huntips.html was kind of helpful. It had some nice helpful tips (although some things were really too obvious) and had some links to other helpful tips pages. I might want to try to record ghosts. Maybe that’s the first thing I have to look into, because I could do that at home or somewhere along the route to school, or something. It’s more or less what they did in the film Whitenoise. I’m not sure whether it will work, but it’s worth the shot.

There’s only one problem, I need to get myself one of those old recording devices. They say digital ones work just as fine, but I don’t know. For some reason it feels more real to record something on one of those tape things. Are they still for sale somewhere, anywhere? Note to self: look it up!

But not now, because it’s time for breakfastdinnerfood! I love food. Maybe that’s why I am a bit chubby (I’m not fat nor big boned … just easy to see). Mum’s not the best of cooks, but not the worst either. She is currently experimenting with ‘exotic dishes’, as she calls it. To me it’s just pasta. Well, see me tomorrow.  Image

I Don’t Like Mondays

06-01-2014 Monday

19.00

I don’t like Mondays. Well, actually, I do, as long as they are holidays. First day of school in a new year, well it’s not really our first day yet. We still have this day off, but school is open. Things probably haven’t changed a bit. Some of those kids are most likely still being their same old selves. My guess is most of them did not see the need for good years resolutions when it comes to their personalities.
There are some kids that are okay in my book, but I don’t really have any friends as you may have gathered from the story so far. By the way, I am not going to name any names in my story. Not real names I mean. I am giving everybody fake names, because I don’t know whether they want to be mentioned in here, and I don’t want people to find out who I am and I don’t really feel like being bullied by others because of this book. I will also have to make up the name of the school I am going to, although I am not sure if it is going to be possible for me not to give anything away as I am writing way too many details about everything that is going on in my life.
We’ve got some big tests coming and I haven’t even begun studying. I should, but I can’t help thinking about the story of Sarah and Philip. Mr Bent was really horror struck at the end of the story. He looked as white as a ghost himself. He was trembling, although that could also have been the cold or his age, but I think it was fear. After he had finished the story he walked out of the room. He left me sitting at the table with an empty teapot and some crumbs on a plate. Either he was throwing up, taking a dump or he had scared himself shitless.
After some five minutes or so he came back into the room. At least he had some colour in his face again. He put a glass of water on the table and sat down in the chair, looking outside. I have no idea what he was looking at as there was not much to see out there. It was mostly dark. He murmured something, but I couldn’t makes heads or tails of it.
I looked at him and asked him whether he had ever seen Sarah. He turned his head round quite quickly. It startled me a little. He has got these big bushy eyebrows and his look can be quite scary sometimes because of these hairy monsters just above his eyes.
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘as a matter of fact, I have. Although I wish I hadn’t. She scared the living daylights out of me. And ‘no’ I hadn’t seen her brother. That woman was frightening and yet saddening, too. To see a dead woman still looking for her long departed brother is not something you’d like to see everyday.
After her death, they buried her behind the bank. There used to be a church there called St Christopher le Stocks. That was even before Sarah’s death. The churchyard was still there until 1867. They started moving the bodies to Nunhead Cemetery because of work. Still, Sarah must have been very special to being buried there. She was buried amongst some very important bankers.
That’s all I have to say tonight. It’s been a long day and a very long evening. I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I am going to have to throw you now. Well, not literally, of course, but you know what I mean.’
So, there you have it. That’s it and that’s that. Even though I have the feeling Mr Bent didn’t give me the entire story about his encounter with Sarah. It may have been too scary for him. I don’t know. It was too scary for me just listening to it.
Unfortunately, it’s time for homework. Thanks for reading, see me tomorrow.