My Friday schedule was fairly light, and I returned to my apartment feeling bored and restless. I emailed Professor Stanley to keep him up to date on his class and ask him if he knew which of the various stories about McCreary’s haunted cabin were true. Chances were he’d already studied the place and the urban legend surrounding it. Afterward, I ended up working on a paper in my bedroom after an early dinner, while I half-watched some sitcom repeats. The familiar stock characters and laugh track was a comfortable diversion as I racked my brain for the best way to end the paper.
That was always the hardest part, how to finish an essay. I felt the urge to write “I already made my points, so bye” but I thought better of it. For some reason, people demanded my work have a great ending, forget
