Doctor's Log
September 19, 2004
Leatherneck is now a firm believer in the "ghost." They called me at 1:03 am. I may be a pacifist, but at that moment I was ready to cause physical damage. Can't I get any damn sleep?! I told them they were GI Joes and to suck it up. Then I went back to sleep. I did feel sorry for Dusty for having to put up with them.
Poor Dusty. D.C. slept with him last night. The cat kept giving the other three a "You crazy humans" look. I guess he decided it was safer with Dusty. I don't know what I'm going to do with the three of them.
Lady Jaye also tried to sneak in Psycho and The Exorcist for them to watch, but after one look at me she turned around and left with the movies. I wasn't in a good mood. All of my medicine had been switched around, tools in the wrong places, medical rags and bandages scattered around the infirmary, and my office files were laying in a pile on the floor. It was a complete and utter disaster. Even Dusty was a little spooked when he saw all of this. If this is a prank, and it had better be, I swear I'll kill the person behind it. Okay, maybe not kill, but I will definitely harm them in some way.
Duke and Flint stuck their heads in to see what was the matter. They seemed to halfway believe the ghost theory after that too. Flint even called some psychic hotline for advice on getting rid of ghosts.
Beach Head, Leatherneck, and Gung Ho have become wannabe ghost hunters. They're now determined to get rid of the "ghost." It all has to be one big prank, it has to be. Ghosts aren't real. I hope they're not real.
I've actually agreed to stay the night with them to see this "ghost." Dusty's even going to attempt to stay awake tonight too. God help us.