Doctor's Log
September 16, 2004
Beach Head and Gung Ho had the strangest looks on their faces this morning when I walked in. They also seemed to be on edge for some reason but wouldn't tell me why. Dusty finally laughed at them and told me. The two of them think the infirmary is haunted.
Seriously, they think they saw a ghost last night. Dusty was asleep though and didn't see anything. When he woke up, he said it was about 1:45 am when someone jabbed him in the face. I guess waking up in the middle of the night with a freaked out Gung Ho and Beach Head hovering over you isn't a pleasant thing.
I tried to tell them that it was probably the cat, but they weren't convinced. Gung Ho and Beach Head later spent probably two hours pouring over the security tapes trying to find their "ghost."
Strangely enough, some of my instruments were misplaced when I know they were in the proper order yesterday. You can guess what that got blamed on. I don't think they did it, they're too convinced that there actually is a ghost. It's probably some huge prank being pulled by someone. D.C. didn't seem too concerned about anything today. I'm sure if something was up, he'd let us know.
Dusty agrees with me, it's probably just a joke. Even if ghosts were real, why would my infirmary suddenly be haunted anyway?
Okay, enough with that subject now. Rock N' Roll came in with really bad poison ivy. I think he must have rolled in it or something because it was everywhere. Flint and Falcon had also attempted to grill some hamburgers for lunch, but somehow caused the grill to become one large bonfire. You should have seen Roadblock's face.
Oh God, D.C.'s hissing at the corner and his fur is standing on end, but there's nothing there. Ghosts don't really exist, do they?