My old friend's spirit paid me a visit this afternoon. He stole me from a vital nap and raked his ice-cold fingers down my spine. I recoiled in an instant of blind shock before regaining my senses. He tried to enter my mind, but the cellophane prevented his aggression. It was a successful tactic to use in my private war with ghosts and my personal battle against the malevolent spirit of an old, dear friend.
It has been a difficult day. I think I will retire early tonight. But I will secure the cellophane on my head and Gartho's head before turning in.