Resurrection Diaries Entry 36: Watching Game Shows

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Entry 36: Watching Game Shows: Thursday Aug. 11

I thought about Tommy’s note all last night. What did it mean? The question plagued me. What is it Mischa wants me to see? There has to be something I’ve missed. I’ve been so wrapped up in other things, there has to be a truth out there close by if I’ll just open my eyes. But what is it? Talk to me, Mischa. Show me what you want me to see. What was that in the note about game shows? Maybe there was something in the game shows, I thought. Some clue to what happened to her.

I got up this morning, fixed breakfast and when the ten o’clock hour came, I turned on the TV and settled myself in front of it. For two hours I sat there transfixed, studying the scenes that flickered across the television. I listened to the contestant’s names, where they were from, and the answers they gave to the questions they were asked. Just looking for some clue to leap out at me like a revelation. But nothing came. They were ordinary daytime game shows on just another ordinary day.

I looked at the note again:

“She wants you to open your eyes to things other than game shows.”

The game shows were going off, replaced by the news and soap operas. I turned off the TV and felt it was just best to get on over to the church and work. I walked outside and Penny greeted me with her usual tail wagging self.

“Hey there old girl.” She growled at me and I laughed. “Okay, so maybe you’re not so old.” She barked a high bark and took off after a rabbit that had crossed the churchyard. I smiled, once again marveling over the simplicity of a dog’s life.

I wondered briefly if maybe I should get in the car and try to go see Tommy Blaine. I didn’t think they’d let me in this time, but could it be worth a try? After all, he did send me a note in the mail. Didn’t that mean he wanted to talk to me? I made a mental note to try and see him tomorrow afternoon so he can explain his message to me.

All day long as I worked, I turned over the events of recent times in my head. All the strange happenings, all the things I’d learned. The answer had to be in what I already knew.

Mischa Martin / Boudreaux, age 15, believed by some to have run away, is really dead. Murdered by a killer unknown, quite possibly in the baptismal pool at Resurrection Church. I have her dress, her anklet, and her diaries. I’ve seen her ghost, felt her haunted kisses on my cheek, read her messages on chalkboards, followed clues she left me. She is at unrest. For some reason, she can’t leave this earthly plane until her killer is revealed and the truth of her death is known.

And what of her killer? Is it Mrs. Shiflett’s mysterious nephew, the son of her late husband’s brother? Everything seems to point to him. The entries in Mischa’s diary and rumors of his kitten drowning episode makes me think he drowned her in the baptismal pool, and if not, something very terrible happened in that otherwise peaceful place anyway.

Still with everything I know, there’s much I don’t. There are still questions abound. They flit in and out of my mind, and I wonder if I’ll ever know the truth.

I got home around five. In thinking of Mischa, my thoughts were also on Donna, so I called her at her mom’s. In a couple more days she’d be coming home, but I wanted to hear her voice. Some unspoken thing was nagging at me, as if it might be the last time I’d be talking to my wife for awhile. I don’t know why such a feeling of dread came over me as I entered our house. A morbid thought crossed my mind: what if this were to be my final resting place? What if it is my fate to follow Mischa’s footsteps and go down her tragic path? I shook the thought from my head, trying to allay my fears in the sound of Donna’s voice on the telephone.

We had a nice conversation. She said she was looking forward to coming back home and that she missed me. I told her I was happy she was coming and I missed her too. When I finally hung up, I was smiling, and thankfully had forgotten the dreadful thoughts of earlier.

Now as I write this though, the feeling has returned. I know, without a shred of doubt, the threat of death waits around the corner. The truth of things are going to come to light

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“Resurrection Diaries” by Paul D Aronson.

Original text copyright 2007.

10th anniversary edition 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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