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i början så var ensamheten värst. efter att ha levt ihop i ett par månader så var man van vid att Hon alltid fanns där.

och nu helt plötsligt så är det så tyst. jag kände att jag höll på att bli galen.

jag visste inte vad jag skulle göra, vad jag skulle ta mig till.

det var enormt jobbigt.

och nu efter att det har gått 3 månader, så är det inte ensamheten som är knäckande, utan den är avsaknaden av sex. jag märker jag att jag börjar att glömma hur det känns att ha sex...tror jag iaf...

och det kommer att dröja ca. ytterligare 3 månader innan jag träffar Henne igen...

och sen efter det tar det 5 månader innan vi kan flytta ihop.

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lately i've had problems watching a whole movie...i have been starting up a movie only to fall asleep or something else come up that i have to do and i shut it off thinking i will finish it later some day but i never do.

yesterday it happened again. i was watching "Fight Club" (for like the fourth time i think) and after a while i shut it off because the grrlfriend called me, and we talked for a while.

after a while i looked at the clock and noticed it was kinda late already and i have a early week this week (that means that i have to get up at like 06.00 in the morning), i knew that i wouldn't be able to watch the whole thing so i just shut it off thinking (again) that i will watch it later.

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this weekend i helped my mom to move into her new house. and my brother was so kind enough to tell her that the place is haunted.

the house was previously owned by a old man and his wife that was said by my brother that she died in the bedroom. the possibility of that she actually died in the house i can believe, but the fact she is haunting the place i don't really believe.


note fyi: i believe that ghosts exists, but i never seen one. i have no idea how i would react if i would actually meet one.


my brother told me that the house was haunted before he told my mom and i asked him not to tell my mom that, but he just said "no, she must now what she has to deal with". and the thing with my mom is that she is very superstitious. she never allowed me to have a cactus when i was younger (and if i get one now she won't visit me), she NEVER leaves the keys on the table and so on...

therefore i thought that telling her that her newly bought house is haunted is very unnecessary and will just frighten her.

and it did.

i told my mom when we were alone that i didn't believe that the place was haunted at all, and she shouldn't believe my brother at all on this.

after we had dinner and the rest was outside to start moving in things again i was alone in the house i said "to the house" that i love my mom very much and i want her to be happy and this is her house now and the house should be nice to her.

i didn't tell my mom, my brother, my uncle or anyone else for that matter what i had said to the house, cause they will only think i am crazy or something.

when we were finished with moving in the stuff my mom said she didn't want to sleep in the sleeping room because it was full of boxes...the real reason as i see it was because she was still afraid. but on sunday i met up with her again and she said she had a dream that a woman had peeked in and said she was very much welcome to the house, and she seemed a bit happier.

maybe the place is haunted, and maybe the house listened to what i said...in any case i just hope the best for my mom now and i wish that she will be happy out there since this has been one of her dreams, to own a house again.

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a while ago i put in Pearl Jam's album "Ten" in the mp3 player and re-discovered how great it is.

no wonder they got big at that time, that album kicks ass! i just wish i had known that earlier so i could have caught a concert with them. they haven't been to Sweden for years...sadly.

favorite song?? ooh, hard...hmm..."Jeremy", "Garden" is so good and "Even Flow" is just some of many good song there.

it's so cool to pick up an album you haven't listened to for a long time and re-discover what was so good about it.

but sometimes you discover that an album you listened to alot wasn't that good after all and you start to wonder why you listened to that band at all...


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Wierd dreams - Tribute to H.P. Lovecraft

the night to wednesday i had a wierd dream again...

i was dreaming i was in Mallorca (i think it was) and there i met a girl there and we "fooled" around...

what does this really mean??

i mean i am going to my grrlfriend in Israel in march 2006, but that´s Israel...and sure i book cars for rent sometimes in Mallorca, but i have never been there and i´m not planning om going there...

when i was going to work today i think i know where i got Mallorca from. i was reading this free newspaper, Metro, yesterday and they had a huge advert about going to Mallorca and those islands around there, so that could have been where i got that from. but where the girl came from, and who she was i have no idea at all!

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this night i had another wierd dream, but i just can´t remember it good enough to put into words...

maybe all these dreams has to do with i´m started to read H.P. Lovecraft´s books again.

a couple of years ago i read ALOT of books by him and one night i woke up from one of my strange dreams and i just had to draw a picture i had in my head. i knew that if i didn´t do it it just wouldn´t let go.

i still have the picture at home, but i don´t have a scanner so i can´t upload it...

another wierd dream that also has to do with H.P. Lovecraft´s books, is one that i had some years ago too. it was in the same row when i read the books written by Mr. Lovecraft, i was dreaming i was chased by Cthulhu.

i was in a old cabin somewhere (i think in Great Britain somewhere) studying some old books, and all of a sudden i can hear these men screaming, and i look outside and i see them come running down a hill with torches in their hands.

i felt that something was terribly wrong and suddely i saw something moving, i couldn´t tell what it was but i felt the evil so i started running away too.

i looked behind me and i saw Cthulhu...


and that´s where i don´t remember anymore of the dream. i have no idea if i managed to escape Cthulhu or not...but i was so scared by the dream that i stopped reading Lovecraft for many years.

but i never stopped wondering about the dream, was it a warning to me to stop before i become mad just like the people in Lovecrafts books?

i never stopped wanting to read his books either since i think he´s one of the best horror writers out there.

and now i have got back to read his books again...

so we´ll see if Cthulhu or the other gods that shouldn´t be named will appear in my dreams...

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everyday before i log into Blogger i check out some blogs that Blogger annouces that has been recently updated.

sometimes i find some interesting blogs to read and sometimes not...today i have been blog surfing again (as usual) and found some interesting blogs that will try to check out more and follow, you can find them in the linx of interest section at the end of todays entry.

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today i got 2 funny sms messages from my grrlfriend:

She: "I love you so much, it´s not even funny" - i found this quite funny, and still do.

Me: "Well, what can i say? Oy vei!"

She: "When did you become so Jewish?" ^_^


well, don´t have much else to say now. waiting for Call of Duty 2 to be released...and while i´m doing that i´m playing Sniper Elite, watch tv & work...


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linx of interest:

same shit, different day - Swedish blog

destination: moon!

Shadowcasted Realities

HyperLiterature

Visa Röster - "Comic Bakery"

last week i said i was gonna try to see how many bookings i make in one day, so i could give you a "so so" number of how much i would make extra each month with this raise we will get with each booking...

i did try, but it called to much so i kinda lost track of how many calls i had and how many bookings i did and so on, so i lost track of it..but i managed to get some stats at least:

Incoming calls: about 29 calls (until i lost track)
Bookings made: about 16 bookings (until i lost track)
Changes made in bookings: 6 (until lost i track) - this isn´t that interesting since this won´t count for me as a booking.

Ok, so let´s say each booking goes through (that the customer uses, cancellation of bookings won´t count) i will get 3 skr (swedish krons).

I had (until i lost track) 16 bookings made, take that number and multiply it with three (16 bookings * 3 skr) and we´ll get 48 skr (swedish krons) extra in one day.

Let´s say i have 16 bookings in each day for one month, 22 days (i have left out the weekends) that would be (48 skr * 22 days) 1056 skr (swedish krons) each month extra in payment.

That is very cool if it would be that, the boss said that we´ll problaby end up at like 800-1000 skr each month. No one will earn less, just more.

There has to be a catch you say??

Yes of course there is...i have to work more = P

And the customer has to pickup and use the car as i wrote earlier, if a customer cancels it won´t count in for me.

note: i will make more than 16 bookings per day...

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This weekend i tried to watch Mr. & Mrs. Smith but i was so crappy i had to turn it off. I never thought it would be a good movie but i thought it would be an ok movie to see while you eat dinner at least...god i was wrong.

I also tried out a new game this weekend, Sniper Elite (for PC). And it´s not bad at all. Ok, sure it´s not the most good looking game you´ll ever see, but it´s definitely worth a look if you are into stealth/sniping games, and how many sniping games are there??

What really annoys me is that you can´t program all of the controls just as You want it, yes you can modify some of the buttons but some are stuck and you can´t change them.

For example.

Strafe left/right is stuck to button A and B
Scope mode is stuck to the space bar button

and so on...

But if you look away from this it´s a cool game. You are a sniper in the second world war (WWII) and you have to sneak up and take out certain targets. So far i had missions that included to go and rescue a wounded man and take him back to safer grounds, to blow up tanks, to cover for ppl. that would take over a ammunition depot.

What´s cool about this game is when you aim for let´s say the head and you shoot, if you aimed right (and from far away) you will sometimes follow the bullet and see where it hits (yes, you can turn this camera option off).

As you are sniper you sometimes need to aim from far and when you breathe i can be hard to hold the rifle still. There is a button that makes the person you game as release his breath, depending on difficulty you set up this will last longer if you play as a rookie (about 25 seconds) than if you play as a expert (10 seconds), this helps out alot and it adds difficulty (in a good way) to the game.

A cool thing about this game is if you shoot too many times from the same place they (the enemies) will know where you are and come there to "take care" of you. And if you shot someone in let´s say the arm and he lies on the ground a soldier friend will come to carry him away.

To give you a hint about the grapichs of the game i can compare it to Call of Duty. Not bad, but as i said the most beatiful game you´ll see. But i think it works for me. (hey, rhyme man! *LoL*)

If i only could change the strafe buttons it would be so much better...

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I also downloaded Quake 4 and Shadow of the Colossus a.k.a. Wanda and the Colossus a.k.a. Ico II so i have them to try out too...

Too many games and too little time...

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soon my mom will move to her new house and i have to help her to move (of course), only good thing about that is that i get free lunch.

moms food is always the best...well most of the times at least...


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linx of interest:

sometimes it´s wierd how you can stumble upon a web page that you never knew off and you just can´t stop reading and visiting it...here´s a few of some i got stuck in recently:

Friends of the highline - A web page about the "high line" (an old train road) in New York city.

Today i saw my very last parrot - a personal blog by Rachel

Snowbabies - another personal blog...

Tales of a Ninja Monkey - These are the tales of an ultra-vegan, ultra-stealthy ninja monkey.

some x-tra stuff to add to todays entry

i finally found some songs by the swedish a capella band called Visa Röster. and my god they are wonderful!

they do some vocal versions of some classic C-64 SID music tunes and they do it well i can promise you that!

if you want to listen to some of their wonderful music check out the C-64 Audio site out or go to their web page:

C-64 Audio
Visa Röster - english website


iI also found a band called 8-Bit Weapon that had some cool music. you could actually donwload his whole remix album for free over here:

8 Bit Weapon

well, that´s all i wanted to say...


and oh yeah!: the pizza´s we had ordered in for our meeting was 40 mins. too late even though we called in 3 hours before and ordered(!!)

and oh yeah x2!: i will get a kinda money raise in 3 months as a test...for every car booking that goes through we (me and my co-workers) will get 3 swedish krons extra...don´t sound that much...well i have to get back to you and count how many bookings i make in a day...

but i think i will end up at atleast 500 swedish krons extra/month...i hope.

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why does the bed has to so warm and nice when you need to get up??

i always find that nice position to sleep in, the pillow is just right and the bedsheets are warm.

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i´m so tired today...and we have to have another stupid personal meeting tonight...*sigh*

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went to the library to see if i could find any books to read...i had no idea what to look for so i just did a search for one of my favorite writers H.P. Lovecraft. If you don´t know who he is, he´s one of the best horror writers i´ve ever come across. He lived in Great Britain in the early 1900´s and wrote stories about monsters that lived long before the humans did.

Read his books if you are into horror, they are really good!

Anyway, so i just made a search to see if they had any book i haven´t read by him. I found "Dagon" witch i have as a pocket version, but never read through.

After looking some more i found "Douglas Adam´s The Starship Titanic".

I borrowed the both and went to the tram to take me back to work, i stood there and was just thinking away "how big space is" and that kinds of things when i saw this man peeing in a garbage can.

No one seemed to see him, even though the garbage can was in the middle of the street, next to a tram stop. And he didn´t seem to care either, it looked like it wasn´t the first time he did it.

When you think about it, it was nice of him not to pee in a doorway/hallway, or in the street somewhere or in the bus/tram stop "cabin" / "house" thingy.

But on the other hand i feel sorry for the person that has to change the garbage bag there...or think of the persons that are searching for cans and bottles to recycle them for money...uuuuh!!

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Well, now it´s time for the meeting. We have ordered some pizza from the same slobby place...uck...

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links of interest:

VideoCodeZone - i have not a big idea what this site is about but it seems to have some music vids...

Hack a Day - I thought i was time for a comeback for this cool blog/site.

another brick in the wall

"another brick in the wall"...that´s how i feel today...just another f*cking brick in this damn wall...

i came think this morning about what one of my colleagues said last week, he said that the boss never encourage us after we have taken some calls (note: ALOT of calls) or something.

he is always saying "there is a queue now, more on the phone", "get your uniform on, the BIG boss is coming" and so on and so forth...

NEVER a little "great job this week" or "you took nicely care of that queue" or something else...so i just feel like a f*ucking brick in the wall.

i don´t feel like i make a difference, like my job means something...sometimes i just feel like going to my boss and say:

"F*ck you! I´m quitting and YOU are the reason!"

but then again...i have a job, and i´ve been here for soon 1 year. But that´s only because of my colleagues.

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This weekend a new computer store opened...i queued for 1½ hour to get to the cashier...but i think it was worth it.

Did i buy anything special? No, not really...more RAM memory only. So now my baby has 1 GB of RAM and won´t forget me so easily. ; )

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I started to go through CoD: United Offensive again this weekend. But this time i set toughness higher...and some levels are really hard!

Like the level when you´re in the house and all of a sudden you are supposed to protect Sg. Moody...

Damn, that was hard! I died like 5 or 6 times before i finally found out where he is. And when i had that figured out i died like 10 or 15 times before i managed to find a strategy that wouldn´t get him or me killed.

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I feel sick...i´ve felt like this the last few mornings last week to, and always after i ate breakfast...i felt like i was gonna puke. And today i met one of my norweigan colleagues and she said it can be because i´m tired.

So now i have to find out a way to not feel sick...the best thing would be not to start out so early in the morning (but i can´t choose so that idea isn´t any good).

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this morning we didn´t had that much to do, so i surfed around some and after some blogsurfing i found a site with some different funny personality tests...

Blogthings

i think i took about 10 or 15 different tests...here are some of the results i got:

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

This is so true! I later took the test again, and ended up at 70% wierd...but that didn´t really suit me as i see it. ; )

Your Japanese Name Is...

Keitaro Hosokoawa

What's your Japanese Name?

This was just fun...
Keitaro...he he, just like one of the characters in Love Hina(!!) Me so happy! : )

Your Pimp Name Is...

White Chocolate Love

What's Your Pimp Name?

He he he, no comment needed as i see it... ; )

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Well, maybe time to work some so the boss won´t suspect i´m lazy ; )

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blogs of interest:

Lucky Cracker
Gods & Ghosts
The Pink Shoe

Ice Cube - "Today was a good day"

Friday…finally!

I don´t really have any plans for the weekend except going to Ikea to look for a lamp in my living room and to sleeeep some…

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I´m so envious of the norweigan side of my job…the norweigans have some special holiday and therefore they don´t have much to do.

On the swedish side we have too much to do, as you can see that this blog hasn´t been updated since saturday(?)…

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On monday morning i got back the “lock” in my left ear that had been gone a while (see previous posts) and now it started to irritate me again.

I had some ear solution that i tried out and they helped me out...a little while…

And i had a very hectic week…I think it was on the night to tuesday i turned for some weird reason off my alarm clock and i woke up too late so i came to work like 1½ hour too late.

On the night between tuesday and wednesday i woke up around 04.00 and i couldn´t sleep because of that “lock” in my ear. I tried to put some more of that ear solution i got, but it wouldn´t help at all…I decided then that this was enough and that i was going to the doctor to find out about this.

I went there yesterday and got to know that my inner ear was irritated and i got some special ear drops and some antibiotic pills to eat.

So now i have to cancel the concert i had planned (The Kristet Utseende (a swedish rock band…no they are not christians even though they are called so) was gonna play in Gothenburg), and a co-worker asked me if i wanted to go to the movies with him but i said i couldn´t because of this ear problem i have.

Me and the grrlfriend was starting to plan my next trip to Israel, and I had to run around to different travel agencies to find some good prices…


I hope the next one will be more calm…

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So what happened on the gaming side of the world then?? Well since i have been busy with other stuff i haven´t got the time to check so many games out or to game that much either.

But i downloaded the Call of Duty 2 pre-release demo and i was kinda worried that it wouldn’t work on my computer (the specs. aren’t that good), but i installed it and tried it out yesterday…and…
That game is gonna be really really good! If you liked the first game and it’s expansion (United Offensive) you are gonna love this one.

Of course i couldn’t run it on the highest settings, some of the stuff i draw back on was the number of corpses shown, distant fog and other details.

Shure i took away some eye candy but still it looks beautiful, and i can imagine how it would be to play on a high end PC…*sigh* what a dream that would be…

I got it to run smoothly and the gameplay is pretty much the same so you recognise yourself there, but there are some news…

Like when you approach a ledge you can jump up it and jump down…the AI of the soldiers seems better, ok they are still a bit “stupid” but what did you expect.

When you get hit a lot and your energy is low, you get a message on the window that you are being hit and should get some cover, and the whole screen get “reddish”…

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Well, now I have to talk to my boss and see if i can get some time off for the Israel trip…


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a celebration of the past

saturday

headache & "hangover stomach" and soon i'm going at it again...

what the h*ll am i talking about??

partying...

i was invited by my co-worker to a party with his synth friends and they were going to this concert with two classical synth bands called Psyche & Invisible Spirits.

i bought some alchohol (beer) and went away...

the concerts were not that bad actually, i could'nt really hear what the singer was singing because of the high bass, but it was fun to see synth bands live.

i must have been drinking alot of beer cause when i woke up this morning i had a big headache and a "hangover stomach"...uuh...

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"hangover stomach"??

symptoms: "bubbly" wierd feelings, the stomach may make high sounds. - i made up this word for when the stomach is fucked up after a party. you have to go to the bathroom all the time and all you have is gas.

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it took a couple of hours but i started to feel better...and then i remembered that i had promised a friend of mine to come and party with him...gaah!

just the thought of beer made me sick, but i didn't want to stand my friend up.

i haven't seen him for a while so there's nothing to do.

and there i am now...sitting here at home waiting for the time to go so i can get out and meet him and the other ones.

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i have found some more blog templates that i'm gonna try out on my try-out blog that i have. hopefully everything will work so i can change this template, don't really like it, but it's the best one Blogger has...

well, it´s time for me to go now.

see you ppl. around!

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linx of interest:

BitMeTV - a cool torrent site with some of nice stuff

OiNK - very nice torrent site with ALOT of music! (only invitation)

"thank god it´s friday"

I don’t know about you ppl. but I sometimes think back of stuff I want to change in my past. What if you could travel back in time and change stuff…

You could ONLY change stuff that was about your life, you couldn’t change anything about someone else’s life.

I tend to think about this a lot…last time was yesterday morning when I was in the bathroom doing what I do there. I usually spend a lot of time in there, so I have often time to think. ^_^

Anyway, so there I was thinking about stuff I want to change if I had the chance…some of the stuff I think I want to change is the fear I had for going to the dentist when I was younger. It caused some problems for my mom and of course for myself.

I want to change that I didn’t study that good when I was in school…

But if I would have changed any of that where would I have been now?? I probably wouldn’t have been living here in Gothenburg…and if I wasn’t in Gothenburg I probably wouldn’t have met my grrlfriend…!! =´(

And that I DO NOT WANT TO CHANGE! I love my grrlfriend and I want to spend my life with her, so don’t think anything else of that!

But it’s just that I have my “demons” inside me that haunt my mind. With “demons” I mean stuff I said or done that I wish I could have done differently. Sometimes these “demons” come and I feel so stupid for saying “this” or doing “that”…you maybe know what I mean…?

And it’s those “demons” I wish to take away…other stuff I would like to change is the fact I wasn’t that tuff when I was younger, I allowed ppl. to bully me. I didn’t stand up for myself and kicked their asses (well, at least tried) instead of mine…


What would you change??

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Yesterday Maria, a co-worker, had her last day at work…damn, it feels strange that she’s not around no more. She was a lot of fun, and she helped me out a lot. We had pretty much the same stupid humour so we had some good laughs.

I’m gonna miss her.

Now we have lost four (4) people here…

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I really have to recommend the PC/XBOX/Playstation 2 game Fahrenheit or as it is called here in Europe, Indigo Prophecy. It is a really cool game, you control the person who murdered a guy in the toilets AND you also control the police officers that are trying to find out who did it.

Only thing I dislike about this game is the controls, sometimes the camera angle is kinda weird and that makes it even harder to control the person sometimes…

But it’s definitely worth checking out!

Another game that’s gonna kick some ass is F.E.A.R.. I tried out a single player demo of it, and it was really cool! But scary…so if you don’t like scary action packed intense game …stay away from this one…

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And for my "story"...I am working on it...

And today i´m going to a party *yay* ... and tomorrow a friend of mine has asked me to come and party with him *yay* ...but i don´t know if i can handle it...


i´m sooo tired, i just wanna sleep for a week or something...

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links of interest:

Are you touched? - i found this very touching story about a guy and his wife, in a blog when i was surfing.

manic mansion

When I woke up it felt like someone was having a death-metal concert in my head. It was pounding over and over again...


how long had i been gone?

I noticed that my regular clothes that I had on was gone. I had a pair of white pants in some cotton fabric, and as a t-shirt I had an old straitjacket with alot of metalbuckles.

I was lying on a strange bed in some even stranger cell. It looked like it haven’t been used for 50 years or something like that...Next to me lied a pair of shoes, they seemed a size too big, but who am I to complain. I put them on and got out of the “bed”.



Who had taken me away, why?? And where am I??

I knew that I wouldn’t get any answers by sitting here so I got up and I felt on the door and to my surprise (and happiness) I noticed that it opened without any hassle, well except the noise the old hinges made when I opened the door, so now I have to find my way out of this place...

I was in a long corridor with many more cells like I had been lying in...what is this place? I was starting to get nervous here.



I tried to look out trough the window, but the dirt was so thick I couldn’t get it off...just to keep on going i guess...

It was a labyrinth down here. So many corridors...I had no idea where to go, and no one to ask...maybe it was a good thing that there wasn’t anyone to ask. I don’t want to bump into some more weird people.



I walked around for what seemed to me like hours. The only noise I heard was the water dripping on the puddles on the floor and my footsteps. There wasn’t almost any light down here so with the sound from the water and my steps and the bad light it was just like those bad horror movies when people are in these houses and monsters jumps out and eat them.

After a while I came to this staircase and I could get up from this “dungeon” cellar...but it wasn’t easy at all, the first steps had been broken down so I had to climb my way up...



When I finally came up I thought I was home free, that now it can´t be worser. But I couldn’t be more wrong...I was apparently in a huge abandoned "house", actually it looked more like a "factory" of some sort...

I started to look for the entrance to this place, and after I had been walking around a while I saw some footprints...well more actually I saw shoeprints.

So someone had actually been here! But how long ago was that?? And who was it that had been here, for all I know it could have been a homeless person looking for a shelter or it could have been a robber looking for a hideout...or maybe it was just someone that was into taking photos of abandoned places.

In one of the rooms I found a telephone, I picked it up and...no, no ring tone. Not very surprising, next to the phone was a photograph of a little boy in a toy airplane. I stood there just looking at the photo, wondering who the little kid was, who put it here and what happened to this kid and his family.



I got out of the room, continuing to follow the footprints and I came up to an even bigger room. In that room was a huge window. That usually wouldn’t catch my eyes, but the weird thing about it was that it wasn’t that dirty and someone had put up a note on it.



I couldn’t read all of the text on the note, either it was some language I couldn’t read or maybe it was the person’s handwriting that was too bad.

Below what looked like a message to someone, was what looked to me like a username and a password for a computer or something...but a computer in this place? And is there any power I wondered...

I started to look around and soon I found some computers hooked up on a simple made table. They weren’t the latest high-tech PC´s but it looked like they might work...



I took a wild chance and turned one of the computers on, and to my big surprise it started up without any problem, sure it was slow and all. But still, they work.

I came to a login screen and I had to enter a username and a password...but I didn’t have any username or a password...then it came to me! The note on the window!!

This was too weird...I have been taken away by some people. Somewhere unknown, they took my clothes off and replaced them with some other clothes. I had been walking around in this “building”/”factory” for hours (it felt like that for me). And now I found these old computers...

What is going on...?

I thought that it can’t be worse than it is now so I went to get the note when I heard a noise...it was the sound of voices...I think...it came from outside.

I turned against the window and looked outside but all I could see was...



This round house in a huge backyard...but no people out there...

Did I really hear voices...or was it just the wind that blew through the windows...

I stood there for a while and looked around, sometimes could see that the grass outside was moving and I thought that it was someone there, sneaking around. But then I came to realise that it must have been the wind...who would be out here?

I took the note and went to the computer again and entered what I presumed was the username and the password.

It worked and I got into the computer. There weren’t any files other than internet explorer and a modem dialling program...

“This is weird”, it thought, “how can there be a modem internet connection out here and the telephone isn’t working”...

I checked the cables and there was this ethernet cable connected to the computer and it disappeared into the wall.

I didn’t want to pull the cable, if the internet connection was working I didn’t want to ruin this chance of getting a message out...and hopefully get some help.

Maybe the phone was working after all...

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So this is where I am now. I am still stuck in this house, I have no idea how long I’ve been here, but I’m going to start making my way out of here soon...I must.

End of the line Dillinger

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I want to give out a BIG thank you to Henk over at Abandoned-Places.com for letting me use his wonderful photos to help me illustrate this chilling (but true? maybe who knows...) story.

Visit his site and be prepared to be taken to another place:



The pictures in this story are Copyrighted © to Henk van Rensbergen 2004
Used with permission