the tEMPLE Has forgotten

Barry is a really, really cool guy. Everytime I talk to him, it feels like we've been friends for ages, like this isn't the first time we've met. Has anyone else ever met someone like that before? A Person who they have so much in common with, it's emediatly like you've been friends since you were six years old?

Last night he came by, and we hung out for awhile, talking about video games, movies, music, etc. And I told him about all the ghost stuff. He thought I was making it up, at first, but I think as I told him more and more details about it, he started to believe me. We practically stayed up the whole night, listening to tunes and talking about ghosts and ghost related things. I guess it wasn't the first time he'd heard stories about the supernatural from friends. Like this one guy he knew in high school, named Dan.

Last year, apparently, the guy was put in some sort of hospital by his parents, because he just lost it. Can you imagine how weird it would be though, to put your own son in a mental hospital? Obviously, it must have been a last resort for the poor kid. Most parents wouldn't think of having their kid committed as their "First Choice" for dealing with their problems, but I'm digressing here.

Evidently the guy (Dan) was a pretty normal guy in high school, not that popular, but he had friends, in a couple of activities, but by no means an overacheiver. I guess he started hearing voices (sound familiar) and seeing these people dressed all in black with hoods walking around his house. Not long after that he said things would suddenly move on their own, or go missing when no one had been in his room, things like that. Geez, doesn't that sound familiar? Leary of what most people would think, the guy didn't really talk about it al that much, he only told a coupel of his friends, but you know how that goes. Of course, after awhile, the whole school knew about it. Really, people can be pretty mean about these things, and I guess they started teasing him, calling him "Ghostbuster" and what not. Years went by, and he talked about it less and less, and became more and more reclusive and obseesive, and no body really heard anything more about him. At least, not until Barry foudn out he'd been comitted and was undergoing some serious drug therapy. Nice ending to the story, huh?

Don't get me wrong, Barry may have just been full of it, you know, trying to scare me or something. The thing is, though, it seemed like he was just telling me a story so I wouldn't feel alone, you know. Evidently Barry simply felt bad for the kid. Really, he said, who is to say whether Dan was carzy or not? Reality is such a subjective thing anyway, and how do we know that Dan was seeing the truth, and we are al deluded. Or something like that. Reality doesn't seem that dubjective to me, but then, what do I know?