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My friend Dan has lived in two different houses in the time that I've
known him, which has been about 4 years.  Anyway, his new house is just
you average, run of the mill house with no problems or anything strange.
However, his old house was quite the treat, at least sometimes it was.
It was in the old section of town where all the houses were built really
close together (practically on top of each other) and it was on this really
big steep hill (it was near deadly during icy winters).  Well, the old
house of his was just that...old.  It wasn't really overly big, but it had
that design where there were a lot of nooks and such and just a lot of
little dark places.  I guess it could've even been cozy if it weren't for
the strange things that always happened there.  I'm not even going to try
and describe all the things Dan told me about (a lot of them were probably
bullshit anyway), but I will tell you what I do know.  One night we were
there playing DnD (please no flames about this, we did actually play, quite
often in fact).  Well, it got kinda late (like 1 a.m.) and a couple of the
guys went home because the whined about how they were tired.  We basically
told them that they were pussies and that 'real men' could stay up all night
(please no flames about this either, I'm not some sexist nut, but you all
know how guys tease each other).  Well, then it was just Dan, Alex, Roy,
and me.  Roy then got on the phone with his girlfriend and later just
curled up on the couch and fell asleep, so he really didn't witness anything.
The rest of us played DnD a little longer (my character, a cleric, got killed
in the end anyway) and then we sat around the table devouring what was left
of our gaming snacks and just talking spooky talk (the campaign in DnD
we had been playing was about undead and was dark and morose, etc., thus our
dark conversation).  Anyway, to try and shorten this post and not thoroughly
bore all of you, Dan started telling us about the stuff he found in his
basement when he and his brother were little.  We of course thought he was
full of shit because he said it was just like some old diary of a guy who
happended to practice black magic or some equivalent.  Dan said his brother
Chris burned the book though because it scared him, but Dan could show us
the secret compartment they found it in.  So, we decided to go down to the
old basement with him and have a look.  The basement was typical, dark and
confining and mortar and stone and cracks and just creepy.  There was only
one tiny light near the stairs.  Dan had a flashlight and we followed him
to the back corner around some boxes and supports.  He pulled loose this
stoen and in the hole in the wall was a paper.  The paper said, "Where
is my book?"  It was written it what appeared to be blood.  We laughed at
Dan because we thought he was joking.  We knew it couldn't be Chris because
he had moved out a long time ago as he was much older.  So, there we stood
in the basement with this old-looking paper written seemingly in blood.
Dan looked scared and slowly we got scared too.  Then the lights went out.
Of course this scared the shit out of us and we ran for the stairs (no
luck here since it was like a maze down there).  Then the door to the kitchen
slammed shut!  And we saw this greenish glow in the corner where we found
the note.  Suddenly the door opened and it was Roy at the top of the steps
and he turned the light on.  He had awakened when we all screamed when the
lights went out.  On the wall where the hole was and where we saw the glow
was blood dripping down the wall.  It spelled out letters that came to say,
"You are mine...the book will be back...I am coming for you."  We got the
hell out of there.  We all went to Roy's house.  Lucky for Dan, his parents
sold the house two weeks later.
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