The Profound and The Foolish

The police were back again today.  They asked me about the strange smell, and how long it had been since it had appeared.  I couldn't give them much information about it - I knew that it wasn't there when the old couple's kids sold the place next door.  But it was definitely there when the young couple left. They ambled through the house, trying to find the place where the smell was strongest.  They found it - it was the wall between my bedroom and next door's master bedroom. They told me that identifying the smell and how long it had been there was really important.  They even took away some of my clothing - stuff that had been sitting in my wardrobe for ages unused - for testing. Then a forensic psychologist turned up and asked me a whole heap of leading questions.  I didn't even know there was such a thing as forensic psychology!  But he was really nice.  I even showed him my blog.  He told me that he was going to go through it caref...

Question:  Do the forensics team think it's an accident? Answer:  No And. Yes, I'm using Yes/No/And/But dice.  I did for the last question, too, but got a flat answer. The police came back today, to question me further.  I think that they think that I did it.  I don't know why. It was an uncomfortable conversation - I don't remember much about any of the interactions I've had with any of my neighbours - I certainly don't remember making any of them feel uncomfortable.  In the end, I told the police about the antipsychotic drugs that the doctor prescribed me.  I had to - I felt like they were blaming me for the deaths of those people!  And I didn't do it!  I'm sure I didn't do it! They looked really unhappy when I told them about the drugs, and asked for the name of my doctor.  I told them, of course.  What else could I do?  But they didn't take me away. And my doctor called me up later and told me that they want...

The person from the real estate agency turned up - and had hysterics.  She banged on my door after she'd found the source of the smell, and got me to call the police. I didn't quite believe her at first - she said she'd found two dead bodies.  I thought she was exaggerating, so I went and saw for myself. She was right.  There were two human corpses, right there, in the bottom of the back yard.  One of them was basically a skeleton with bits covering it.  The other...  Well, it was probably the source of the smell. I threw up.  Fortunately, I managed to throw up in the opposite corner of the garden, so the forensics experts won't get too upset with me for it.  I called them, of course, right after I'd finished heaving my guts out.  They questioned us both separately.  The girl from the agency was done pretty quickly - she hadn't been working there for very long, and didn't know much.  She gave them the name of the person wh...

Question for Mythic Oracle:  Does she go to the doctor for medication, and do they work?  Answer:  Yes. I had another really bad night last night, so I called in sick for work and went to the doctor.  And I'm glad that I did - he said a lot of things, and prescribed me some antipsychotic medicines. I know I should be offended and all that, but honestly?  I'm just relieved.  He couldn't pinpoint the cause of the problem, but there is a solid, scientific cause.  I got my prescription filled straight away and took a dose with a cup of hot chocolate at a local cafe, and later, when I went past the place where the burnt-out car had been, there was no sign of the strange symbol.  It didn't smell strange there, either. It's not all roses, though - the police still had the area cordoned off, and I could smell it when I got home.  It smelled like it was coming from the neighbour's place.  It smelled a bit like something had died there. No...

My neighbour's place is changing tenants again.  This is the third time in two months! It was never like this before.  There was a lovely old couple living there, they'd been there for years.  But he had dementia, and then she died.  So he went into a nursing home, and their kids put the place on the market. Since then?  Well, first there was a young couple.  They weren't too happy, to be honest - they were always fighting.  And then their dog vanished, never to be seen again, and they fought more than ever.  Then she walked out or something, and he left not long after. Then there was a divorced woman with grown-up children.  She got the creeps, and couldn't stand living there for more than three weeks before she left.  She kept complaining about the smell, now that I think of it.  She thought something had died under the floorboards, or something.  I reminded her that the place is on a concrete slab, like mine is, and she ...