Dear diary, 

I need help.  

How do you lure a ghost?  I have been sitting in front of the portrait for hours, talking at it. However, my hallucination doesn't want to show itself.  Just when I could really use its help. 

Two things have come up in the past few hours, the operator of the website with the creepy story has contacted me and I have written a list.

The site operator (Jochen according to the imprint) sent me a PDF, no hello, no thanks for your interest, not even a MFG, just a PDF. Upon opening the file, it turned out to be an excerpt from the diary of a traveler who wrote down the whispers of the townspeople. 

At least that's what I assume, because the pages are handwritten and badly yellowed, so they are barely legible. I need someone who can decipher it. My eyes went on strike after only a few minutes trying to decipher them.   Of course, I could write to Impressums Jochen again, however, the man doesn't seem very interested in contact. 

Since my hallucination refuses to help me, I sent the document to an acquaintance from university.  In my student days I once lent him a pen, let's hope that's enough for such a favor. 

To make the day somehow productive, I started to write a list, when which phenomenon, how appeared.  In a table I noted everything, date, time, peculiarities and what kind.  The visits of my neighbor are also noted. 

Everything begins with the visit to the flea market. Should there really be a curse on the painting? Or was it my neighbor who caused these things? The question would be why would he do that? I barely knew him, in fact I barely noticed him before.  I was far too busy with my own move-in to have been able to observe and get to know my neighbor.   

Also, for the neighbor theory, I would have liked to have my ghost roommate's opinion. 

Why? Well, because at least yesterday it relieved me immensely to be able to talk to someone, even if it's just a silent hallucination.  I have to give my imagination a point deduction for not giving voice to my hallucination and for being unreliable. 

As I write this entry, I've decided to sweeten my evening with wine and a round on the Internet at the website of a very specific occult trade. 

(Yes I know, I was going to swear off wine, but the stench and cold are driving me nuts).