This is 5 Sim Lane. Note the fading shingles, the ancient weeping willows, the somber iron fence. A bit gloomy, isn’t it? My dad always says it’s the perfect place for a family named “Goth”. Funny guy, my dad.
People think it’s haunted because it’s right next to a cemetery. Well, not really next to. More like on top of. Yep, those poor saps are basically buried in our yard. But since they were here first, I like to think that we’re the ones haunting them.
My name is Cassandra, by the way. And for the record, I’ve lived here all my life and never seen a ghost.
I don’t see much of anyone, really. My parents are both embarking on new careers and spend most of the day at work. They’re gone in the morning before I even eat my breakfast.
That’s not entirely their fault, though. The first thing I do most mornings when I get up is write. I like to record the strange dreams I have because I figure they’ll make good stories someday. They’re crazy nonsense by themselves, but eventually I’ll have enough bits and pieces that I can sew all the good parts together and create my own little Frankenstein monster.
I have to write all my ideas down right away or they fall out of my head like gumballs. I’m horribly scatterbrained. But I’ve been that way since birth, so I find ways to cope.
It’s the same with the aloneness. I’m an only child, and I grew up spending a lot of time by myself, so I got used to it. In fact, I started to like it. I can honestly say I don’t mind being alone. It’s good for the imagination.
Like, this morning after my breakfast, I was clearing away the plates and saw a putrid green cloud of flies hovering over the table. Now, I know they were only there because my parents left their dirty plates outside. But it got me thinking…what if the flies were really ghosts…who had been summoned by a ghost overlord to do his bidding…but they had displeased him somehow…so he had turned them into clouds of flies, doomed to swarm over decaying, rotting things for all eternity…and what if these clouds of flies could merge into even larger swarms and terrorize the countryside…?
All right, so it’s a little wacko, but if you combine it with the dream I had last night about magic gnomes, you might have something.
I’d love to write a serious book someday. A space opera, or maybe a fantasy. I love to read, and my favorite book of all time is The Warlock of Palladia by Matt Goss. I’ve read it three times, and it never gets old.
I do have to say, one disadvantage of living in my own head so much and enjoying my own company is that I have a tough time making friends. I had exactly one friend when I was a kid – his name was Miles Mullroy.
Miles was a little weird, which is probably why we got along so well. He wore a pith helmet all the time because he wanted to be an explorer when he grew up.
We played tag in his yard after school one time, and I think that was the most fun I’ve had not being alone.
I see Miles at school, but we don’t really talk much anymore. I heard he’s dating some girl named Rhonda. He had his Teen-day a few days ago, just like I did. Although I doubt he was by himself.
No cake, no presents, no parents. I know it sounds a bit depressing, but I’m used to it. And for the most part, I don’t mind it. I like to be alone after all. But I have to admit there is a teensy part of me that wishes I could spend more time with my parents. Especially my mom. She’s kind of everything I’m not.
Sometimes it just feels all wrong, like I’m a ghost and they can’t see me.
I guess I’d better make an effort to contact the living.
Note: This is a bit on the short side, but I’m pretty rusty at writing stories. The last one I wrote was almost a year ago! Yikes. Anyway, I don’t write stories about the Maxis characters much — my one Shady Bluff story is the exception — but after playing Simbil’s Goth family I got attached to Cassandra. She looked a bit unfortunate when she grew up, so with apologies to Simbil again, I edited her in CAS to make her look like more like the Sims 2 Cassandra (although I forgot to make her glasses black). I also wanted to mention that this is all based on gameplay and not posed — I don’t want to back myself into a corner like I did with The Francesca Diaries. So I have no real plot in mind — the story will take shape as I play. That means it may end up being a really lame story. Just a warning. ;-)