For this one, you must prod your psychic co-counselor into negotiating with a ghost.
HEY GHOST (any gender, mid teens through early twenties)
Oh for stupidy-stupid-STUPID! They're stupid, Iris, STUPID.
"Oh, there's no ghost in the camp... The kids are just seeing things because Johnson put NON-ORGANIC apples in the pie tonight. Ya!"
[raspberry noise]
Or whatever stupid excuse the other counselors are making up in their dumb-dumb heads. You can see the ghost, I can see the ghost. Thirty CAMPERS can see the ghost. So, um, gee, I gueeeeess... hey! There's FRIGGING GHOST. I think you and I are correct to be... SCARED.
So what's the responsible counselor-thing to do? Hm, well, the safety of the CAMPERS might take a priority, doncha think? Right!
So, I suggest we find it and TALK to it. Well, I find it and YOU talk to it. Because you probably know how to do that. You've got intuition. I'm serious. You've got intuition. I, on the other hand, have some dumb willingness to put myself in danger-- hence wanting to find the ghost-- and I have some extremely fluffy training in "non-violent" communication. What am I going to say?
"Hi Mr. Ghost, I want you to know that I feel scared when you scare me. In the future, could you not scare me? I'm also open to your feedback on the situation."
[raspberry noise]
What we need to say is: "Hey! Mr. Ghost! Your scaring us. FUCK OFF!"
Or something like that. You can find a nicer way to say it. Maybe in Latin or something, a ghost would appreciate that, I think.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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