The neighborhood is in uproar, not just because of the murder, but also because the cops inadvertently showed the footage from my neighborsā security system to a few of them who were hanging around. It shows⦠a floating candlestick doing the killing. The police have tech guys working on it, theyāre obligated to assume itās some sort of trick Iād imagine. August is thoroughly enjoying all the drama and has been teasing investigators all day. He moves their things, breaks equipment, makes noises. He told me heās been whispering to the lead investigator all day and telling him to dig up the backyard. Which of course will be pointless. I wonder if theyāll ever come to the conclusion that itās a ghost or just drive themselves mental trying to force the supernatural into a logical shape. They should be done gathering evidence soon, since there isnāt any.
Today we drew the Four of Wands. August thinks itās an omen that heāll succeed in driving the investigators to madness. He could be right, Iāve seen nothing but arguments out my window today. I wish heād stop. I wish I knew how to stop him. My only option is to leave for a few days. Heāll be weakened and forced to stop his games or heāll have to come with me. I canāt really afford to just pick up and go on a mini vacation though. Meanwhile his weird smile has become a gruesome, toothy grin. He paces my office, planning pranks and laughing to himself about the investigatorsā increasingly edgy behavior. Iām getting worried. I may have to leave soon whether I can afford it or not.
I believe this happened.