Today is a cold and windy night. Can you feel it? The breeze is howling through the trees like some sort of representation of the spirit of air, sending leaves falling and branches tapping on the dusty windows all night long. Beyond the windows is a hill, where I can see poor Daniel Haun approaching a mysterious light. Is he alone? Does Haun not know of the buddy system?
He appears to be following the light, which creepily floats up the slope and toward the spooky hill-top forest. Music starts to creep through the trees as his silhouette disappears behind some rocks. The soft yet abrasive twang of a banjo flutters through the leaves as the darkness encloses the forest.
As I get back into bed from peering out the window, I realize that Amanda is nowhere to be found (aka not online). I am unable to search, however, as a gaggle of spirits envelopes my bed from underneath. As the rest of my room becomes invisible and it becomes hard to wonder about Dear Amanda among the cacophony of whispering threats, I retreat beneath the covers. Their threats grow slowly into overlapping explanations.
These alien ghosts are here to punish me for building Sneer Headquarters on their haunted alien burial ground. Thanks a lot, realtor! Now they have me trapped and are doing my least favorite thing in the world: arguing with me.
As I haggle with the gaggle, I hear a thunderous noise from the basement. Amanda awakens slowly to the terror room. She knows exactly what it is and who has trapped her here. Chris has not let his threats go idle and now here she is, strapped to a wall in the basement, watching endless horrors traipse by to strike fear directly into her heart.
Chris is nowhere to be found, at least not in Sneer Headquarters. Chris exists on his ice rock in empty space, dispassionately creating life and smashing it to death. He doesn’t care about anything.