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psipsyThis weekend was spent doing next to nothing. Raked leaves, went to NVAA instead of Neko-con, came back home to watch some Venture Brothers, and eventually went to bed. Woke up sometime in the middle of the afternoon on Sunday, walked around in my underwear for an hour or so, went back to bed. Eventually I decided to stay awake for more than a couple hours. So I got a buffalo chicken + bacon sub from Sheetz and settled in for a mini-marathon of anime, including Final Approach, Kannazuki no Miko, School Rumble, and Detatoko Princess. I paid $15 for Detatoko Princess earlier this week, and if I knew ahead of time that Miyamu was the lead seiyuu, I would have bought it months ago.
So after Detatoko Princess finished up, it was close to 2AM and I was trying to decide on whether to get some more sleep, or show up at work unnaturally early in order to get the day over with. If I had gone to work, I would have missed out on a dream that I found particularly awesome.
A run-down house that everyone talked about, yet no one liked to talk about. In the middle of town, among other houses, yet by itself. A sunken yard with crumbling cement walls.
Getting into the yard to approach the house was tricky because of the fifteen foot drop, but that's not why people dared not enter. It was considered foolhardy and reckless. When one got too close to the house, eyes would appear in the dark windows, and a flurry of arrows would follow. But, I wanted to know.
Somehow I got close enough to enter the basement door. An old man was there to open it, but I could not see his face. Nobody knew of him, they all thought the house was abandoned. He lived there, yet knew nothing of the eyes. The atmosphere felt sinister, menacing. Yet I continued unafraid. Perhaps he was behind the mystery.
Each door that he would open, would go to a room deeper and darker than the one before. The flame of the candle strained against the black. He showed me a board game that he wanted to sell to a toy company, but the game had dire consequences for those that lost. He would tell of people that wandered into the house to meet an untimely end, but would not elaborate on who or how. Perhaps this old man was merely a clue to the mystery.
The descent continued. The walls silently screamed out sorrowful tales of unspeakable acts. I should have run away in fear, yet I felt compelled to continue. The evil aura emanating from everything inside did not affect me. Something was giving me power, protecting me from being consumed by the darkness. I needed to know the secrets of this house, and not just for myself. But, I would have to learn another day. The old man told me to return before dawn. Instead of finding my way out on my own, the next door took me instantly outside. Perhaps he wanted the mystery solved as much as, if not more than, I did.
The next morning, I parked my car in a nearby parking lot, and started walking towards the house.
Instead, I woke up.
I keep getting calls from companies hawking credit cards or charities or services I genuinely don't need. Telling them that I'm just there to housesit does wonders. It's a polite lie, and generates little to no guilt. The biggest clue that it's a solicitor is when they ask for "Mr. or Mrs." Hm, the next time a woman calls asking for the lady of the house, I'll say something along the lines of "Sorry, there is none, but if you want, that position's open." Nah, that's just sad. Plus it could net me another stalker. (Yes, I had one once. Long story for another time.)
Hm, I have sat in front of this laptop for a significant period of time, and have accomplished absolutely nothing else that I wanted to do. My nose has been running all day. Working in a dusty environment while flushing out a cold after eating a buffalo chicken wrap tends to do that. I think, I should go to bed soon. Or watch some anime. Or a little of both. Plus I got some DVDs to burn.
Yeah.
So after Detatoko Princess finished up, it was close to 2AM and I was trying to decide on whether to get some more sleep, or show up at work unnaturally early in order to get the day over with. If I had gone to work, I would have missed out on a dream that I found particularly awesome.
A run-down house that everyone talked about, yet no one liked to talk about. In the middle of town, among other houses, yet by itself. A sunken yard with crumbling cement walls.
Getting into the yard to approach the house was tricky because of the fifteen foot drop, but that's not why people dared not enter. It was considered foolhardy and reckless. When one got too close to the house, eyes would appear in the dark windows, and a flurry of arrows would follow. But, I wanted to know.
Somehow I got close enough to enter the basement door. An old man was there to open it, but I could not see his face. Nobody knew of him, they all thought the house was abandoned. He lived there, yet knew nothing of the eyes. The atmosphere felt sinister, menacing. Yet I continued unafraid. Perhaps he was behind the mystery.
Each door that he would open, would go to a room deeper and darker than the one before. The flame of the candle strained against the black. He showed me a board game that he wanted to sell to a toy company, but the game had dire consequences for those that lost. He would tell of people that wandered into the house to meet an untimely end, but would not elaborate on who or how. Perhaps this old man was merely a clue to the mystery.
The descent continued. The walls silently screamed out sorrowful tales of unspeakable acts. I should have run away in fear, yet I felt compelled to continue. The evil aura emanating from everything inside did not affect me. Something was giving me power, protecting me from being consumed by the darkness. I needed to know the secrets of this house, and not just for myself. But, I would have to learn another day. The old man told me to return before dawn. Instead of finding my way out on my own, the next door took me instantly outside. Perhaps he wanted the mystery solved as much as, if not more than, I did.
The next morning, I parked my car in a nearby parking lot, and started walking towards the house.
Instead, I woke up.
I keep getting calls from companies hawking credit cards or charities or services I genuinely don't need. Telling them that I'm just there to housesit does wonders. It's a polite lie, and generates little to no guilt. The biggest clue that it's a solicitor is when they ask for "Mr. or Mrs." Hm, the next time a woman calls asking for the lady of the house, I'll say something along the lines of "Sorry, there is none, but if you want, that position's open." Nah, that's just sad. Plus it could net me another stalker. (Yes, I had one once. Long story for another time.)
Hm, I have sat in front of this laptop for a significant period of time, and have accomplished absolutely nothing else that I wanted to do. My nose has been running all day. Working in a dusty environment while flushing out a cold after eating a buffalo chicken wrap tends to do that. I think, I should go to bed soon. Or watch some anime. Or a little of both. Plus I got some DVDs to burn.
Yeah.
