a story about a house ghost that sounds to others when the wind blows like huuuuyyy buuuuuuuh and scares the bad. It is the soul of man and his child that were killed from a past owner of the house a very long time ago, trying to steal from that man. The owner felt so bad that about it being a good man that he left to go onto a journey to Jerusalem to ask for forgiveness for his sin by prayer. Instead, he stepped right into a war and killed even more thieves; But he also found love and came back with her one day. The first thieve he had killed had made a deal with the Devil and from there on protected the man and every good human who would come into the house in good intentions and actions.
The reason why I write this is, because I just played a bit earlier with a cheap IR Cam looking out of the window onto the ground of that big bush in the garden that grew recently tremendously and I kidd you not, I saw two human faces with closed eyes pretty much looking like Florian Geyer with an upper lip mustache and his son. If I would not be currently so badly frustrated having created the worst dark humour ever, I guess I'd freak out now being scared. I just never could be bothered being scared and instead I kept watching the two faces for a while.
#igotstuck
#cyberunkcoltoure
#crusaders
I might take advantage of having become scary....evily.
But more like straight at me.
