[ WP ] Your house is possessed , but you 're used to it . Now you 're having guests over and you expect it to behave itself .

Ron has always been a little bit off. Not in a threatening way, but in a way that made me think he was more focused on something else, something I could n't know about. It always seemed like he was only half there when I talked to him, and eventually I stopped trying to make conversation. I did n't expect to be invited to his house, and when I was, it felt like I was about to be let in on something. Little did I know. 
 
 I arrived at his house at almost dark, and it certainly did n't help. The house looked almost comically like a haunted house, like something designed to scare children. In February. The really weird thing was, though, that it seemed genuine in a way that I did n't understand. Like it just made sense. It was almost endearing, really. 
 
 I knocked on the door, and it opened. I did n't see Ron. *Maybe the house really is haunted? * I thought, sarcastically at the time. I entered the living room with beer in hand, not even knowing if Ron drank. Ron walked into the living room from a hallway. He was saying something to someone I could n't see in the hallway behind him, and when he looked towards me he almost seemed surprised to see me. 
 
 `` Nice house.'' I said, not really knowing what else to say in this situation. 
 
 `` Sometimes.'' he replied. *Maybe it's not insulated very well. * 
 
 `` I brought some booze. I did n't know if you-'' 
 
 The fridge door opened forcefully, seemingly without provocation. I looked at it, confused, and back at Ron. He was looking at the fridge with a scolding look that did n't do my confusion any favors. Then it dawned on me. 
 
 `` Voice activated fridge, eh? Pretty cool.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I guess you could say that.'' 
 
 I was confused again. Then I got it. *Say* that. Like with voice activation. Weird that he did n't deliver it better, though. I laugh a bit too late, and Ron looks confused. *Probably used to a quicker audience. * 
 
 `` Whats for eats tonight?'' 
 
 I do n't know why I phrased it like that. Just seemed to fit with the weirdness of the night, I guess. 
 
 `` I ordered some pizza.'' 
 
 `` Not much of a cook, huh?'' 
 
 `` No. I ca n't ever get the stove to cooperate.'' He said, with a sort of dejected look. 
 
 `` I'm sure it's not *that* bad. You can probably improve if you tried too.'' I say, for some reason feeling the need to motivate him. 
 
 `` Do you want to watch the game while the pizza's on the way?'' he asked. 
 
 The T.V turned on with the same abruptness as the fridge, and their was indeed a game on. I did n't really know who was playing, or really care. 
 
 `` Sure.'' I said, relieved to see him smile for the first time. 
 
 `` Is everybody else going to come watch, too?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Oh there's nobody else here.'' 
 
 I looked back at the hallway, confused. *Maybe he has a cat. *
