More haunted house stuff?

Now this is plain weird. Or maybe I'm going insane o.o

Somebody is stealing my chocolate! I brought two bars of chocolate with me from my flat. I know I put them both into the basket. I had planned to put them in the fridge since they had melted. Ss I went to do that, one was gone. Only I had handled them, carried the basket, nobody could have taken it!!! After lots of searching and being puzzled I gave up and put the remaining bar into the fridge. Now I felt like having that chocolate... and it's gone! I had put it on the top shelf on top of a box! I even checked if it had fallen down, but it's just gone! Nobody is here but me and mom and mom never eats chocolate. Besides, she went to bed hours ago.

Of course there's Sher... but I've never seen him open the fridge o.o. However he IS clearly trying to drive me insane. He was sitting in the corridor after I fed him and was still looking for my chocolate. I let the door fall shut, but it was still slightly open. I went back to the couch and I see his paws swish around on the door repeatedly. I think he wants in and go to the door... and he's sitting at the exact same spot he was before!!!

Creepy...

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Oh yeah, and RO having a life of its own can kiss my blue hairy bum.

I logged on as Vince inside the Caves, teleported outside to regen, then went back in, teleported again and landed right on the spot where I left off. Cool! I wanted to log off, so I could be ready for party mode. It said "You can't log off now. Try again in 10 sec." Oookay... I waited... two bats attacked -.-; Full HP gone to hell, but okay. I try to log again, it works... Message "rejected from server", client suicides.

???

Yeah fuck you, too, client! >_< *lifts finger*

Mystical cats and other senses

Dear God... there just was the most horrible sound outside... it sounded like an animal dying. First it sounded like a hiss, but then it was this mournful, suffering continuous squeal, again and again, getting louder and louder! I ran outside but I couldn't really tell where it came from. At some point I wasn't even sure anymore if it was a real sound or just a figment of my muddled brain. Or maybe it was the wind whistling through something. But then it sounded so alive... so dying. I got really worried and scared... scared of what I might find, and worried about whoever was suffering there.

I went back inside and the screaming just wouldn't stop. I couldn't take it and ran outside again. It suddenly got cut off. I couldn't help it, I was worried for Sherlock. I wanted to see him and know he's okay. You can tell that it's midsommar soon, the sky isn't really dark, but still not enough for me to see. So I tried to use my other senses, not my eyes. I closed my eyes and just listened. I heard the wind, and the highway nearby, the squeaking of the wind wheels turning, rustling leaves, the tentative chirp of birds waking up, the soft gurgle of the small rivulet into the pond... I was reaching out for Sherlock, imaging what he'd sound like, what he'd smell like. And then I heard a distant mew and my heart jumped. I didn't even realize yet what I was hearing when it turned into a loud and clear meow. I literally jumped out of my skin and turned around, squinting into the darkness. And there he was, Sherlock. He knew I had been looking for him. At this moment I was scared beyond reason, endlessly relieved and shaking all over. Without thinking much I grabbed him and pressed him to my chest. I just held him, silently, and he let me. After a moment he started purring and snuggled up to me. I was still worried, but I felt endlessly relieved...

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Spring Morning
by A.A. Milne, from 'When We Were Very Young'

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

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Today is Friday 13th.

And coincidentally, it's also the anniversary of my dear king's death. And as always, my connection to him has proven itself to be as active as ever, since I thought about him the moment he took his last breath. So, in memoriam of the great king:

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R.I.P.

King Ludwig II of Bavaria
August 25th.1845 - June 13th 1886



You're still right here.

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