Dear Pamela,
I know you're just a notebook, but sometimes you can shed a lot of wisdom on the crazy antics that are going down here at The Atlantic Paranormal Society. Today Jason came in thirty seconds late. Everyone was shocked. He seemed pretty off for the duration of the day, and I don't mean "off" in the same way that Brian and I are. Some chick called in a new case, but none of us were really feeling in the mood to investigate it. Meanwhile, I was busy thinking about when Brian and I were investigating something else with a pair of handcuffs in my basement.
Anyway, I was fixing my equipment when Grant walked in. He exchanged a few awkward glances with Jay, and then went about his business. I was sensing these extreme vibes long before either of them spoke, but when they did it was only a series of "Umms," "Ers" and "Hand me that wrench," If you know what I mean. It was all a very familiar scene and I knew I had to do some more investigating in this case.
Steve