A while back, I boarded a haunted boat. The story I wrote was mostly based on fact (the mess, the boarding, the boredom while waiting for my graphics to dry). The rest of it was, well, I guess you could say made up. Fiction. Creative license.
But now strange things are afoot at the Circle K. The day of the boarding, the battens for my El Toro disappeared. Not lost, that would imply that I lost them. They disappeared. Poof! Gone.
The next week, the wind comes from the South. In the summer. And the guy in the slip across from me talks to me for the first time ever.
Not only does he talk to me, but he confesses that he used to live on the "haunted" boat but I know for a fact he's not the smelly guy because my source identified the smelly guy in the past tense.
And, most disturbing of all, my sunglasses disappeared. Probably to the same spot that the battens got to....in another dimension that can only be explained by Super String Theory or the paranormal.
I have my eye out for more of the Unexplained. But let it be known that if something does truly "happen" to me, it's the boat in Slip A32's fault.