See below for part I
[the posts are chronological from now on, so the earliest will be further down the page, enjoy!]
Yes, socks. Happily not my socks. Nikita has been singled out by some otherworldly mind and judged worthy for a spot of haunting. What you see before you is not just a simple flip inside out, but a complex rearrangement of the 3 layers that make up Nikita’s footwear. This occurred some months ago, much to the Ruski’s dislike (which he voiced in a freaked out state of being, bursting into my room holding the mangled victim of whatever phenomenon is at work). Now if it was my work, I’d first of all be rather proud of the effects and won’t hesitate to claim responsibility. After all, I have developed the art to sneaking up behind my suitemate and giving his fight or flight instincts a workout. Anyway, that is where the weirdness began. Recently there have been glimpses of a skin coloured blob whizzing around his room, eerie noises, and the disappearence of his kitchen knives to keep things interesting. I feel quite bad leaving earlier than he does – the two nights he has to spend alone in the room under such circumstances can’t be all that pleasant. Matteo has offered emotional and material support (not including plasma packs) in this time of freaked outness which one can only hope has a positive outcome.
Ultimately, we think it’s a playful being inspired by a pair of pink socks hidden on top of Nikita’s closet at the beginning of the first semester (long story, but nothing gossip worthy , so stop any conclusion jumping before unecessary karma is generated). Time will tell. If it/he/she/them doesn’t/don’t follow us to our rooms next year then we’ll keep an eye on the freshmen who get our old ones. If premature white hair begins emerging, then we’ll know…
Next episode soon!
May 30, 2005
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