Sunday, April 29, 2012

April Showers...

Sorry about the lack of posts, last week consisted of wave after wave of storms, and the house took a beating. The second story lost a lot of windows and the basement was flooded. Then the power went out and- well you get the picture. Get ready though, as I've got some more weird stuff for you. The door is gone again. Again, I wasn't there when it disappeared, so I didn't see it fade away or anything. But that's beside the point now (I'm still trying to come up with a theory for the door that won't end with me in a nut house), the strange thing was when the basement was flooded. The area where the door keeps appearing was bone dry. There was literally a semi-circle island in a sea of damp carpet. I've marked the wall above with a big red X using spray paint, but beyond that, I'm just going to ignore it. What I can't ignore is that the basement dried itself. No musty smell, no sodden patches, like there hadn't been any storms at all. Now, it wasn't like the basement was under three feet of water, but I'm pretty sure that something like that isn't normal. But, maybe I'm just being paranoid. thestormhasnotpassed
I've contacted Svend's office, but they haven't replied back, so it looks like I'll have to wait on that for now. Gotta go back to measuring for replacement windows now, my task isn't done.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Lock and Key

Well, I'm not bored anymore. Two things happened to me today that will be occupying me for a bit. First, I went downstairs to start on the basement, and what did I see? The Locked Room. I didn't even entertain an attempt to open it this time; instead, I tried getting proof that it existed. Now remember, the last time I had an encounter with the door everything that required electricity failed to work downstairs. I puzzled through the problem and I hit a brilliant solution. Since I couldn't take a camera downstairs, I focused a camera at the top of the stairwell; then I placed several mirrors to allow me to take an image around the corner. Once I snapped a couple of shots, I uploaded the files to my laptop. That's when the second thing happened. Remember those photos of Svend? I still had the negatives on the camera, but well... they were... different. Before the photos showed an individual in the distance, with the trees clearly leafing and flowering and all that spring stuff. Now the individual has moved to the middle of the field outside my house, and the trees have that summer look to them. Needless to say, I was pretty freaked out before I thought it through. I did drop the camera a few times since them (I am a little clumsy), so the negatives probably got damaged or something. As for the Locked Room? I still have no explanation. turnyoureyestowardsthehorizon

EDIT: Looking over the photos again, I noticed that the Svend in this picture is wearing a black tie, which is strange, because he always wore red in court. Its probably just due to the damaged negatives, but it would explain why Svend seemed so shocked when he saw the photos. Think I might look into this a bit more...

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bored of Damacles

Wow, I had no idea just how much the trials were occupying my time; I am bored out of my mind. Its not just regular boredom either, its... almost like a pall of mediocrity hanging over my head. Maybe I'm just overthinking this, but it feels like... I don't know... I've lost a part of myself? Perhaps normal life pales in comparison to being put on the spot because you were named in a legal document... Except it wasn't that exciting, mostly it was just sitting still listening to Svend lie through his teeth about me. Which reminds me, while I was paying my lawyer he mentioned that Svend is now under investigation. Don't know what for, but he could stand to be knocked down a peg or two.
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Anyways, second floor is cleaned up. Decided to take another whack at the basement instead of trudging through a mire of dust. I'll probably be updating more frequently now that I'm not in court every third day, but the posts won't be as substantial.

Who am I talking to anyway?

Monday, April 16, 2012

Rude Awakening

Look's like that trip to the psychologist's wasn't a waste of money after all. It did provide a reason as to why I woke up on the second floor this morning. I must have been walking all night too, I'm worn out. The only thing I can't explain at this point is my lack of a history with this disorder. I'm a fairly light sleeper, and truth be told, before I moved here I had trouble sleeping from time to time. The thing is, today isn't the first time I've woken up tired. It didn't start the first night here, but I've noticed it has gotten to be a problem as of late. Maybe its some subconcious reaction to the trials? Who knows. Either way, I'm going to have to take it a bit easier on restoring the house from now on. strugglingagaintthecurrentsoftime

Friday, April 13, 2012

Victory

It went better than I could possibly have hoped. Let me reconstruct the scene for you: Mr. Svend had called me up to the witness stand to needle me with ridiculous questions about my mental state. It took a bit of acting, but I was able to steer his line of questioning to my family's lineage. I could tell he was wary of wading into anything to do with my family history, since any inherited illness could be used against my brother as well. Eventually however, he took the bait and asked aloud if any records of my father's remained. He meant it to be a rhetorical question, and the look of triumph on his face made what happened next all the sweeter. I cleared my throat and told him that I was able to salvage a copy of my father's book Walking Beneath the Sky. He tried to laugh it off, but I had my lawyer bring the book to me and I began to read aloud. I won't share the passage I read (my brother still doesn't deserve it), but it worked. The look on the jury's face afterwords was only beaten by Svend's reaction. I could tell he feigned shock at what S. had done, and decided it was time to bail. He did a complete one-eighty degree turn, trying to pretend that he had no idea that his client had done anything of the sort; and that furthermore, his participation was fairly minor. Then came to greatest moment of my life up to now, I asked my lawyer to bring up the pictures I'd taken on Wednesday of Svend snooping around the house and showed them to the judge. Svend rushed up and grabbed the photos, looking over them with his beady eyes as his mouth struggled to frame words. He denounced them as fakes, saying that it wasn't him; but I simply pointed out that there aren't many other seven foot tall pasty bald men in suits out to get me. The judge shook his head at Svend and threw out the case in total. I looked back at my brother, only to find that he'd already left. (I can't say I'm sorry to see him go after all this, but still...) Halfway out the door I turned to give a parting smirk to the man who'd made my life a living hell these past weeks. He was kneeling down on the floor, still looking over the photos with a dumbfounded look on his face; and well, I just couldn't do it. A bittersweet end to a unwanted reunion to be sure. howiregretthatday

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Evidence

I knew it. I happened to look out the back window today and what did I see? A tall man in a suit watching the house from the woods. I must admit that I'm a little surprised Svend's doing his own dirty work, but it doesn't matter. I snapped a few pictures to further compound the evidence, and I contacted my lawyer. He agreed to move up the next court date to Saturday. I can't wait to see that smug smile fall away when we present this. Its going to be wonderful.

In other news, I've finished refurbishing the ground floor. Since I'd rather not deal with the basement yet, I'm moving on to the second floor today. I've got big plans for this mansion, big plans.
thefeelingismutual
EDIT: Apparently Svend thinks we're bluffing, and he's requested that we move the date to Thursday. We told him we'd love too...

Monday, April 9, 2012

Footprints

Ok. Once again I'm at a compete loss as to how I'm going to explain what happened yesterday. But, there I was, minding my own business (replaying Bioshock 1 and 2 while I wait for Infinite) when this- this noise starts up. Now at first, I would say that it sounded like a concrete slab being dropped repeatedly on an iron floor, but that wasn't quite it. It had a... static quality to it, like it was a recording of a slab being dropped being played on bass speakers, but that still isn't quite correct. It stopped as quickly as it started; and after I got over the shock I raced upstairs to locate the source of the noise (after grabbing Ol' Faithful of course). The second floor was empty as usual but the third floor wasn't. Remember how the third floor is covered in dust? Well it still was, but now it has a trail of gigantic footprints in it. Seriously, I measured, each footprint is eighteen inches from heel to toe. Wanna know something else? The footprints started under the window and ended next to a wall. As I've mentioned before the dust in there is extremely sticky, and there is no way I can think of that would allow a person to climb three stories, sliently, and stomp around a dusty room before exiting through a wall. I'm racking my brain to come up with a rational explanation for what's going on and I just can't-
dustdoesnotlie
Actually, now that I think about it, its probably connected to the noises I heard outside a few weeks back. You don't think this is some sort of elaborate hoax do you? Like in those old Scooby Doo episodes were the old man tries to scare the owner of the roller rink/amusement park/aquarium/etc. to sell by dressing up as a ghost? Would my brother really sink to that level? No. No he wouldn't. He may have done other things in his lifetime, but this is too far out for him. Is it Svend? Is he really that stupid? Heh. Guess he's getting desperate! Think I'll let my lawyer know about this. K out.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Truthwalker

Well there's two days I won't be getting back. I'd say I'm pretty much the picture of mental health. Yes, I asked about the locked room. Apparently I sleepwalk, and the whole ordeal was simply a dream. In fact, I went back downstairs and found one of the walls had dents and scrapes on it. So in the end, it was unnecessary, but it sure is a relief to know I'm not losing my mind.
butyouarelosingyoursoul
And the good news keeps on coming. We found a key piece of evidence to support my case in a fragment of my father's book, Walking Beneath the Sky. I've put a good deal of thought into this, and I've decided that even with all the trouble my brother's put me through, I'm still going to withold the worst of the incident from the court. All the jury needs to know is the basics; which directly contradict Ol' Svendy's diatribes. Hopefully this will all be over soon.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

No Foolin'

Yes, yes. I know what day it is, and I'm not going to play along. I've never really liked April Fools all that much anyway (and no, its NOT because I'm usually on the receiving end) so everything in this post is as reliable as all of my previous posts.

Stupid holiday aside, I'm ready to catch you up on what's been going on. Thursday was another court day, and... it didn't go so well. My brother's lawyer is finally getting into his stride, and I have to say, I'm starting to hate that man. His name is Victor Svend, and he is ruthless. Standing at an imposing seven foot three, and bald as marble, Mr. Svend is rather intimidating before he even opens his mouth. He speaks in a low whisper as he works his way around my lawyer's arguments, spinning meaningless but grandiose statements that sound impressive but have little legal weight. Still, the jury is obviously impressed by the guy, and he knows it. Everytime he sits back down after questioning he sends a frustratingly condescending smirk my way. It's really starting to get under my skin. But Thursday was the worst. He'd just gotten through telling the jury that I'd previously served eleven months in a psychiactric ward and that I was showing signs of another mental breakdown. The remark shook me, even though it was only a coincidence (he's thrown a lot of things at me that don't even come close to anything I've done). But this time when he seated himself he forewent the smug look in favor of a knowing glance. The incident left me wondering if he knows more than he's letting on. Or maybe he realized from my expression that he'd finally nailed me on something. Either way, my lawyer says to expect it to come up again; so I'm going to a clinic to prove I'm fine. whoareyoutryingtoconvince