Blogtober, Day 16
Word of the Day: Gift
Marty figured that was the best term for what he wanted to research. After all, he was sure that stupid corner chair Leslie bought was haunted or possessed. The paranormal was never of any interest to him until recent events. Something about a disembodied voice convincing you to nearly cut off your own hand and witnessing your son talk to an invisible entity opens the mind up to any number of possibilities. He had tried to convince Leslie that they should get rid of the chair, but she wasn’t having it.
“I love this chair,” she protested. “Why would I want to get rid of it.”
After circling around a few non-reasons, Marty finally blurted out that he thought the chair was haunted. This provoked a derisive laugh from his wife that hurt his feelings.
“Don’t make fun.”
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I know you had a real scare lately, but you saw someone about it. They helped you through it.”
“Ah, yes.” Marty rolled his eyes. “The gift of therapy.”
“Now who’s making fun?” She patted her husband on the back, told him all was well, and that was why he was now down the rabbit hole of the internet.
And that was also how he decided to take a day off from work to visit a local paranormal investigator he discovered when he researched another term: