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Layover in JapanOnce I was planning a trip to Asia, so I went to my travel agent in an Indian neighborhood. Chicago is the most segregated city in the US, thus people of the same nationality oftentimes reside in the same area.
In Chicago, most of the Indian stores and restaurants are along one street called Devon Avenue. If you don't mind the strong smell of spices coming from the restaurants and stores, you can find many bargains in that area. Indian people are shrewd businessmen, so prices are competitive.
I asked the travel agent if she can get me a layover to Japan on my way to China...Success! She was able to book me a one-day layover in Japan. It was about the same price as tickets without a layover. Included was a free hotel stay and a free meal to boot, woohoo!
A month later, I arrived at the Kansai Airport in Japan. It is an airport actually built on a man-made island. There is even a hotel on this "island". Perhaps it wasn't a busy travel season at the time, because I could tell many rooms w
The Sweater with a StoryOne day years ago, my grandpa died. My grandma gave me some of his belongings: his bed and all of his gold wrist watches. Somehow I knew I couldn't keep any of his stuff. I gave the fairly new bed/mattresses and one watch to my neighbor friend Big Ralph. And I gave the two other gold watches to another friend Kyu. My friends wondered why I was being so generous because I could have sold the watches for a lot of money. When asked, I simply replied, "I dunno why. I just can't keep it. You want the stuff or not?"
Years later, my two friends worked at an antique shop. They would return to the store with boxes full of old stuff. One summer day I dropped by, and I don't know why, but I was drawn to one of the boxes. I looked inside. The box basically contained a bunch of old clothes. I don't like the idea of wearing used clothing, but I dug into this box until I discovered a gray sweater. The sweater had a small triangle shape sewn just under the collar area. (All the sports sweaters I
Videogame HauntingIn Chicago, I lived alone in a basement apartment two doors away from my parent's house. Like my parent's house, this apartment building was also haunted. My cousin Franz would come over sometimes to play videogames with me. His hand-eye coordination skills weren't as good as mine and he was kind of a simpleton, so I won most of the time.
One afternoon, we're playing and I'm winning as usual. All of a sudden we hear a loud "Bang! Boom! Thump!" coming from my washroom just across from my bedroom. With his videogame controller, Franz immediately pauses the game. I unpause it with my controller. He pauses it again and asks, "Whoa. What was that?" I reply, "It sounded like something fell down and landed in the tub. I dunno. C'mon let's play." With a fearful look on his face, Franz says, "No. Let's check it out." I'm like, "No! Let's play!"
My cousin drops his videogame controller onto the floor and just stares in the direction of my washroom. "Okay, okay. I'll check it out," I tell him. I
Haunted Railroad TracksIn Evansville, Indiana there's a famous haunted library called the Willard Library. One day I saw a ghost show on tv and the library was mentioned. So I went online and googled it. The library even has live webcams and a chat room.
I stared at the images and live webcam video for 30 minutes: I was so excited! What did I see? Nothing! Feeling cheated and skeptical, I looked around the website and I noticed there was even a chat room. There was one person in the chat room named Jennifer from Indiana.
Neither of us ever visited the library btw. We became chat friends and we kept in touch over the years. She would send me handwritten letters while I would send her little boxes of inexpensive gifts (an assortment of strange goofy gadgets mostly) for her birthday or Christmas.
My aunt, uncle and grandma live in San Antonio, Texas. Jenn later moved to the same city. I kept telling her I'd visit, but I kept putting it off. Last year around Thanksgiving was my grand
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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