Nate

I met the man again. This time I was not stalking following him. It was by chance. I was walking around yesterday, like I usually do. We met in front of his house. Now I know where he lives. :D. He asked me if I was following him. I said sort of. I asked him again if he noticed anything strange. He was mostly rambling, but he kept mentioning something about doors and coldness. Actually his whole answer revolved around doors and coldness. If only I can remember his actual words. Curse my auditory forgetfulness and lack of attention when somebody is speaking to me. I just remember him mentioning doors, and not to open them. Also said something about being cold.

Then he looked at me and asked me my name. I told him to call me Kobolos. It was either that or Joe John Sebastian. Kobalos was the shortest, albeit odd name. He told me to call him Nate. He also called me pretty damn persistent. I said I'm just bored.

He told me he was sorry for rambling and for being rude. He said he hasn't been getting much sleep lately, so his mind has been foggy and such.

He then asked me if I wanted a drink. I declined. What if he poisoned it? Then I'll be dead, or worse. 'Sides, I don't feel comfortable taking stuff from strangers. Even if they mean well.

We talked some more. Mostly how the summer has been. He said his summer has been relatively uneventful. As, has mine. Well, I'll be going to school in a couple of weeks, so that might ease the boredom. I can't wait to see my friends.

Nate then told me that he has to make dinner, so he went back inside his house.

I'm going to visit him hopefully tomorrow. He seems nice.

I know to keep my distance, so I won't be entering his house.

Camera

I just remembered that I posses a camera. Too bad there is nothing worth recording at the moment. If I find anything, I'll post it.

I know it's going to make me sound like a stalker, but I have been following that man around. I believe he knows that I am following him. He always throws these glances at my direction. I have yet to find out where he lives.

The only time I get to see him is usually at the library, granted I only met him twice there. Once yesterday, and the day before yesterday.

He left. He looked like he was in a hurry to leave. If only I could talk to him, then maybe I would know what haunts him. I do not know if I would be able to help him out, but at least I can try.

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I thought I saw Gramps not too long ago. It turns out it was just an old man. He had eyes. Green ones in fact.

Nothing interesting has happened so far.

Meeting

Met the man that Gramps talked to. He acted sort of strangely. Oh, we met at the library. I happened to go there a lot. I like libraries. They're always so quiet and they have a lot of books. Books make me happy.

Well, anyways, I talked to the man. He was a bit bewildered that a teenager would be talking to him. I asked him about the old man with the book. He didn't know what happened, but he said he can't remember anything from his childhood. Nothing, zip, nada. No matter how much he racked his brains, he can't find the memories.

I asked him if he noticed anything strange. His eyes widened, but he said no. Then he left the library.

I'm going to follow that guy.

!@#$%^

The man got into his car, and drove off.
Zum Donnerwetter.

House of Leaves and some more videos.

House of Leaves
I had been reading this book, but stopped.
I remembered one segment that talked about The Minotaur. The man speculated that The Minotaur was just a deformed child whose father sent away. Those children that were sacrificed as food for The Minotaur, well, they died of starvation.
Then Theseus slays The Minotaur for sport.

“The girls must be hoes because with hoes you don't feel love for them.”-Master Yoda.
Just imagine Yoda saying something like that.
Also; “I was drunk as fuck.” and “Fuck hoes doing crazy shit.”

I really wanna get Cthulhutech. I also need to get some more books, which reminds me. Borders is closing down. Damn, and I haven't even used my giftcard. I will order online from them. I guess I would have to shop at Barnes and Noble. Or I could just order from Amazon, but I don't have the means to.




I really want to play Batman Arkham Asylum and Euthanasia. I saw my older brother playing it and thought it looked swell. And, it's free. Also Ryushiki07th is going to release Higabana: the visual novel sometime in August. Oh, hooray. I have got to get some more of his games. I played the first game and even after knowing what happened to everyone, I almost cried.

Oedipus

Feel like writing about Oedipus today.

Oedipus was born the some rulers who heard of a prophecy in which their son would kill his father, the king. The king disposes of the baby, hoping the elements would kill it, but a farmer takes to boy in and calls him Oedipus, because of the lad's deformed foot.

Oedipus grows up and goes to an oracle. While he is there the oracle tells him that he will his father.

One day Oedipus was traveling a road. Some dude makes him mad, so he did the only reasonable thing, he killed the dude, and some unimportant people.

Stuff happens involving Sphinx and a city. He saves the city and becomes their new king, 'cause the old one's dead. Hooray.

Then the city falls on hard time and the council and Oedipus, I think, had to find out who killed the king.

After some arguments and Oedipus threatening a guy, Oedipus finds out he killed the king. He also finds out that the king was his father.

His wife finds out about this as well. Oedipus and her both had children together. Oedipus is her son, mind you. So, she goes into her room and kills herself.

Oedipus sees her corpse, takes her brooch, and stabs his eyes.
I forgot what happens afterward, I think he ended up cursing his children and wandering around someplace blind.

Well, that's all I can remember about Oedipus.

Oh Hai There Follower And Commenter.

Just felt like I should acknowledge that person.

Anyways, my day has been fairly normal. I think Gramps (I'm going to call him that. It's short enough for me) is somewhere else. Haven't seen him at the library for quite some time. I haven't seen that person he talked to either. I still remember what that person looks like, so I'm sure I will recognize him if I saw him.

No dreams of The Rake or Gramps (that was one trippy, geologically messed up, time disorted dream), but then again, I did not get that much sleep. All I can remember from my dream is my brother photoshoping lightning balls and somehow those lightning balls appeared. Very colorful. Also some Angel from Evangelion was there and so were Brian and Meg from Family Guy.

I feel like posting random videos.

Automaton and The Dog

The Automaton was just an old, ugly thing with its head that looks like a skull and a cowboy hat on top of it. It wore traditional Mexican clothing.
It was very clumsy and was prone to making mistakes. The maker considered it to be a failure and discarded it.
The automaton tried its best to please its maker. It would play all sorts of stringed instruments: harps, guitars, banjos, and such, but its playing was horrible.
It traveled around, looking for someone to please. Everyone was either afraid of this brown, wooden automaton or annoyed by it.
One day it met a human girl who caught its fancy. It would play songs for her, but she hated the automaton and wanted it to go away.
The automaton realized that the only way to please her, to please others, was to leave and never show itself to others.
No matter how much it hurt the automaton. No matter how lonely the automaton was and how much it wanted a companion to stay by its side, the automaton realized no one would love it.
The automaton wanted to please others, so by leaving, it was doing everyone a favor.
So it left.


The dog was a very vain dog. He would fret about his weight and appearances.
His owner was a lovely young boy who loved the dog dearly.
The dog would always put others down because of their appearances.
One day, while holding the dog, the boy jokingly said how pudgy the dog was.
The dog, worried about his weight, stopped eating.
One day, the dog met a group who said they will restore the dog's beauty if it only left his master.
The dog chose the group, his looks, above his owner.


Just two parts of a dream I had.

Island School

My dream was weird. Then again, it's always weird. Dreams are like that you know.
Well anyway, my school was on a small island. On the mainland was another school that we students had to go to. Think we had to swim there. And for some reason there was a shit load of ants coming out from a pipe, which I believed was from the kitchen. None of us took notice of it as it was quite natural, apparently. I think they were fire ants. (I used to have an infestation of those bastards. Have thirty or more bites on me at a time.) We had to solve some sort of mystery about where our cook was. Found out he was just chillin on the beach. I think he gave us some food.

Then it was time for us to go back to mainland school. My next class was English. I then remembered that I didn't finish my English assignment. It was either skip or suck it up. I chose to suck it up and go to class. Our teacher was that old man. He had that book open on his desk and he was writing in it. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The class was pretty accepting of this man, (if you can call him that) with no eyes. Still better then the original teacher we all figured. Hopefully he didn't know about the assignment. He did. I had to turn it an unfinished paper.
Despite having no eyes, his handwriting was remarkably better than my own. Mine, I don't think I was even writing that time. It was just scribbles.
When I looked at my classmates, I found that their eyes were missing. A little unnerving if you ask me, but I didn't think much of it.

The most scariest, craziest, yet awesome part came when gigantic spiders started a war with some ants that were about the size of the spiders. Both were bigger than a car.
Imagine two bugs bigger than a car duking it outside your school window. I can't remember which side won, but it was awesome.

It's like the time my dog turned into a two headed monster and devoured another dog. Best dream ever.

Then my dream shifted and I was at my grandparents house, spending the night. The only thing was, I forgot my laptop and book.

Oh and my grandparents didn't have any eyes.

I think that incident must have left a mental scar on me, since I'm dreaming about people with no eyes.

Well, at least it wasn't a dream about The Rake, I have a hard time typing that name for some reason, so that's a change. I guess.

The Beast

Let me tell you about the beast.

Pale and ugly was it. Whispering, mumbling. It looked at me with those pit black eyes.

I saw it. I thought some dog came into my room somehow, but dogs don't talk. They don't whisper.

I did what any child would have done. I hid beneath my blanket and fell asleep.

I told my mom the next day and she said to stop making up such nonsenses. Monsters don't exist. She said I was just 

trying to get attention like I always do.

It came to me night after night. No one would believe me.

One day I woke up to find that one of our cats was torn to pieces. I told my parents that the monster did it, but they did not believe me. They thought that some teenager or dog must have killed the cat. Not some made up monster.

We moved away from that house. Away from that monster.

So why the hell am I just remembering all this as of now?

I thought the nightmares would end.

Curiosty Killed The Cat

He, that man, let me start from the beginning. I got curious. I wanted to see that book. The old man left it on a table. I opened it. Names, there were names in that book and beneath those name stories. I skimmed through it, but I felt a presence behind me. I turned around, still holding that book, and saw the old man staring at me. How long had he been there? I don't know. He could have been there ever since I opened that book. Then why didn't he tell me to stop?

I thought he was going to hit me, yell at me for doing something that I shouldn't do, so I panicked. I threw up my hands to protect myself but my hand must have hit his sunglasses. That man, where his eyes should be were holes. Just holes. He had no eyes and yet he was looking at me. He smiled. I gave him his book back. I gave him his sunglasses.

No eyes. That thing had eyes. Pitch black eyes and it would always stare at me and I would always hide underneath my blankets so that monster won't get me. I tried telling mommy about that monster but she told me it's not real. She didn't believe me. My dad told me it was my imagination. I tried telling him about the voice, the words of the beast, but he said it could have been the radio.

No, mustn't think about that thing. If I don't think about it...Who am I kidding? Ignoring my problem is not going to solve it. But how?

I don't think that old man was after me. Then, who was he after? I need to find that person someday.

It's like I'm at a Candy Shop.

I am at the library again. That old man isn't there. Maybe he'll come here later. I did arrive rather early.

Let me tell you about my days so far. I slept, ate, read, and drank—nonalcoholic beverages. That's pretty what my life is like. Sometimes I would go out for a walk with my brother, just to get some exercise. I also clean the place, whenever I'm told to. That's pretty much what I do on a regular bases. Sad, I know. I'm looking for a job so I can have some money. Money is a necessity, I really need some. Since I am almost an adult, I need to learn how to get a job. I also need to stop procrastinating on things just because I don't want to do them.

He's here. He's here.

He's wandering around again. He's still has on sunglasses, and that big book tuck underneath his arm.

I'll write if something interesting happens.

Dream

I had a dream last night. I can only remember snippets of it. Something about our car turning into a plane, being late for school and trying to catch the bus, that sort of dream. You know the dreams you have where you are someplace doing one thing then you somehow magically end up in another place doing something else. That's how my dreams are most of the time.
I remember this one part pretty damn clearly though. There was this room, a house maybe. Blood splatter was on the wall. Bloodied writing was on the wall. They all told about getting out or some such. I remember there was this guy who would take women to that house (I don't know if he drugged and kidnapped them, or tricked them into going there) and he would torture them. It made me afraid of being alone, because what if that man got me but no one was there to save me. I was actually thinking that in my dreams.
It was in the woods. The house was. For some reason my dream played like a news report, showing the pictures of the torture equipment and those rooms.
That's all I remember about that dream.
Another dream I had involve Syler from Heroes and a guy from a book selling hot-dogs in front of our old house. There were also these skeletal golems from Neverwinter Nights game roaming around.
Bye.

Sorry

I am sorry.

That thing is still hunting my dreams. For some reason I'm a child in my dreams. I always cry in my dreams. I'm terrified that the thing would hurt me, and no one would know until it's too late. It always told me things. I never understood it. Then it would leave and I'd wake up, on the floor instead of a bed.

I couldn't update Saturday because my younger brother and I ended up spending the night at our grandparents' house. Our cousins were there too.
We went to Mr.Gattis. I won the least tickets-360 total. It's more than I usually make, which is about 20 tickets. I am that horrible at the games. Everyone else won about 1,000. My prize I chose was a skull ball, but I lost it.

I'm currently at the library now. No sign of the old man anywhere. I think he might have left already. Oh well, I can always try next week.

I really wish that thing will get out of my dreams.

Can't Wait

I cannot wait until tomorrow. I'm going to a party with my younger brother. Then I can eat and play a some games. It'll be fun. Yes, so very fun.


I can't remember last night's dream. I don't think I want to remember, except for the fun stuff. Those parts are good to remember. No, I won't try to remember that creature watching me in that pitch black room. I can't see it but I know it's there. No, I'll try to remember that comfy bed instead. With its big blanket that I can hide under so that creature won't get me. I'll remember the warmth of the blanket and not the words of that creature.

I'm planning on walking to the library with my younger brother Saturday. I really hope to see that man with the book.

Oh, remember when I wrote that the library was the only time I got internet connection. What I meant by that was, only one person at my home can use the internet. My older brother is on it most of the time, so my younger brother and I go to the library to get internet connection.

That's all for now folks.

Gotta Stop Procrastinating

I really got to stop procrastinating. I've stopped reading the book for English Class because I'm just not into it. I'm basically having to drag myself along. It really is a pain to read. There are some good parts in the book though. I think most of the problem lies within the fact that I was already reading another book, but chose to stop reading to start reading the one for English. I have to finish that book before August 19. I'm one-third done. I also have to write about some passages that relate to a character of my choosing. I need to start on that.

I haven't been to the library, sadly. Not enough gas to get there. I sort of wanted to go, not just to get unlimited internet, but to see that old man again. I don't know why. I think it may be because of that book he was carrying. I want to know what's in it. I want to know what's so special about it. I just want to know.

Other news: I had a strange dream involving the Agents of Cracked. I was looking up porn in my dream, but had left my computer, only to find Swaim on it when I got back. It ended up with us talking about porn and ignoring DOB.

I was being chased by something. I don't know what it was.

Want to see that book.

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Blogging from iGoogle and Gmail - Blogger Help

I just found this thing out. Cool, now I won't have to actually go on blogspot.

The old man has left his spot and is now wandering around again.

Hungry

As the title stated, I am hungry. I only ate a scone today. I probably won't eat much later, considering the lack of good food in my house.

On the flip side, you know that old man I recently wrote about. Well, he's been staring in my direction for a while now. In fact, I don't think he ever read to any children. I saw him wandering around the library, with that big book tucked under his arms, and talking to some people about stuff. I don't know what, for I was too busy listening to music, but the other person got this strange look in his eye.

So hungry.

I am curious as to what their conversation was like. I'd ask the person or maybe the old man, but that would be considered rude.

Really need to find something to eat.

I wonder what's in that book of his. It must be really great if he holds it close to him like that.

He's still staring at me. Is he shy? Or does he have a habit of staring?
That happens to me tons of times. I would be lost in thought, staring, and then I'd realized that I have been staring at someone. Very awkward.

Need food.

Hello Again

Just got back from church. It was meh, as always. Right now, I'm at the library. I only have internet connection when I'm at the library.

Went to my grandmother's house yesterday and had dinner. Then I slept, and read a book. I have to read that book for English. Sucks.

I got to stop procrastinating on my Chemistry Summer Assignment. Need to finish it before school starts. Sucks.

There's a weird old man at the library. He looks like he can be somebody's grandpa. I can't see his eyes, though. He is wearing sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses in the the library? Oh well. He's also carrying this big book. He must be reading to the children. How sweet.

I can't remember last night's dream. I think it had something to do with zombies. Most of my dreams have zombies. They also have me losing my eyesight, but that's a different story.

Well that's it for now. I'll update when something interesting happens.

Hello There

Hello all.


You may be wondering why I'm writing in this blog. It' just for me to rant about things, talk about my day, or describe my dreams.

I remember this dream I had as young child. In it, everyone around me were naked. It wasn't the nudity that unnerved me. No, it was when they got close to me with their outstretched arms. That was when things got freaky to say the least, for when they got close to me, parts of their body would explode and blood would be everywhere. I remember that my mom's head exploded while she tried to hug me. Right in front of my very eyes, and yet, she was still walking. Well, that's the extent of my dream. Another dream I had involved a stalker, or stalkers.

Two of the most current dreams I had, well I'll describe the first one. There was this woman, she would help out these lost girls. Turns out she was actually manipulating them. The girls would tear out their own flesh, sometimes they would tear out each others. I remember one girl was missing her part of her midsection, her organs were showing, and she was sliding on her stomach, like one of those slip and slides with water, only she was using her own blood. The girls were happy that somebody was paying attention to them. Next thing I knew, I ended up in that woman's class. I got the hell out of there, jumped down to the first floor (the place was like some sort of mall-college hybrid) and ran.

The other one took place in a room. It was pitch black, I could not see a thing, but I heard something. Something was watching me and I couldn't see it. I didn't want to see it. I pretended to be asleep in my dream, so that creature would not get me. I think it was trying to say something, but I couldn't understand it, then I woke up. I felt envy towards my dream -self, because I sleep on the floor. Dream-self had a bed.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

I won't give out my real name, for safety reasons. I am still a teenager. I am interested in becoming either an architect, doctor, or investigator.

If you were to see me in real life, you probably would not think much of me, since I rarely talk. People are always surprised to hear me say just one sentence. I blame shyness, and the fact that I'm just not much of a talker. I can write pages and pages on a subject that interest me, but struggle just to describe it to a person. Really sucks when the teacher wants me to describe my thoughts or feelings. Feelings are a tough one for me because of the fact that I don't know what I am feeling. The emotions are always vague.

I chose this name for my blog because I really liked Oedipus Rex. Since Oedipus's mother makes an appearance in the House of Death, I put it in my title as well. You see, I'm a fan of mythology, especially Greek Mythology. Read lots and lots of books about it when I was little.

Well, that's me in a nutshell.