Mom, I'm writing you an email instead of calling because I'm afraid of speaking about

this in my own house.

I don't know exactly what is happening, but maybe you will.

Maybe you know someone who can help.

Before you get in the car or make any snap decisions about coming over here, please read

all of this email first.

John hasn't been acting at all like himself.

I'm responsible for everything that caused this.

Please don't tell grandma, she'll freak out and that could make things worse.

For now, please just keep this between you and me.

Let me explain.

You know John's been a fan of paranormal reality shows for as long as we've known him.

Well, we were about to celebrate our fifth anniversary and I wanted to do something special

for him, a real paranormal team from the Montgomery area.

I advertised a guided investigation for beginners and I thought I'd surprising with tickets

to one of their ghost hunts.

And I did surprise him.

He had no idea until the very last minute, even with the new flashlights and walkie-talkies

I bought to go with us.

The cherry on top was the reservation I made for a pre-investigation meal at his favorite

sushi place downtown.

Now I know what you're going to say mom, believe me, as much as we love the paranormal

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