As you can see, I haven't been eaten by a wolf yet.
I have, however, encountered a ghost. (Not really.)
What actually happened is that about five days into my shift, I walked into my room after work to find that the light was on and there was a pair of earplugs on the bedside table. I dropped off my coat, thinking that the cleaning staff had just left some stuff behind, and went to eat supper. When I went through the entrance area, I made sure to check the whiteboard where room changes are noted, just in case I'd missed my name being on it when I walked in, but there was no sign of it.
After supper, I walked into the room, and there was a cup on the desk that I definitely hadn't left there. Confused and abruptly frantic, I at first barricaded myself in the room for about five minutes, then finally got a handle on my ridiculousness and sped back and forth down the hallway to check the whiteboard a couple more times.
By the time I'd done that, I was a bit more calm, and the camp staff was actually in the office for once, so I went to talk to them about the mysterious cup of water materializing out of nowhere when my name was clearly nowhere on the board, and there wasn't a new key laid out for me anywhere.
It ended up that I'd been in the wrong room since I'd arrived, and I was quickly moved to a different one, right across the hall.
EXCITING, I KNOW.
As of this month, I've finally finished playing Final Fantasy VII all the way through. I've had a somewhat bizarre personal connection to this game since around 2002, but only finally started playing it last year. Yes, I know it was released way before then. And yes, it took me a really long time to finish. Since I'm not much of a gamer, I used this walkthrough, which was pretty sweet.
To my really extreme distress, I didn't manage to register for San Diego Comic Con this year. I've never actually gone to a con, and would really like to, so if you have any suggestions about cool ones that are happening this summer, please recommend them!
And now some authors, who make me very sure that I'll never be as cool as they are, but make up for it by being so fucking cool that it doesn't matter: Neil Gaiman and Charlie Stross.