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alright,

soo, dont get it twisted at the start, its actually me telling you what came up in 2 conversations with my friends. im gonna use aliases, names arent real.





the first one is from my friend hans.



we were hanging around and played cards with another friend, call him nick. and something made a noise in the kitchen while we were in the livingroom. wasnt even loud, propably his neighbours.

nick jokes its his poltergeist. we laugh and say he can make us a pizza, or something like that. the conversation goes that nick cant even really proof that its "his" ghost. and we kinda start talking about plasma, the funny thing, none of us knows what it is. hans says its the aura or the glow around a ghost, wich its definetly not.

but how does he wanna know? we asked, and he came up with a story from his childhood where he was like 8.



he was raised as "jehovah witness". thats a religion if anyone wonders. that doesent really add to the story, but i believe that religious people are more likely to experience that kind of encounter.. with ghosts.



he lived with his mom and dad and two older silblings. he said they didnt really liked him. they were living in an old building.

it was made of solid sandstone, here is a lot of buildings like this. by old i dont mean shabby tho, just old. you can check out dresden over google street.

anyways, the flat was big and the rent was cheap. but why?

he visited his friend sometimes in the same house, before they moved in. he told us that the previous owners had black curtains on their windows and they were always closed. in the stairwell and in the other flats you could sometimes hear screams of a woman. several times he saw a police car infront of the building.



one day, the curtains changed and other people lived there. the crazy thing, the screams did not stopped in the staircase. sooner or later hans and his family moved in this flat. he didnt liked that obviously.

in the flat there hung a picture of a woman in a summerdress. it was there already when they moved in, and noone bothered to replace it.



one night hans wakes up believing that he heard the scream aggain.

for some reason its unusually cold. he goes to the toilet and on the way back he heard someone sobbing in the dining room. he went to investingate and there he saw the very same person like on the picture sitting under the table.



we asked what happened next. hans sayed the woman slowly raised her head and before her gaze was on him he just turned around and went without looking back to his room. the woman wasnt in the picture that hung in the corridor. the rest of the night he heard her sobbing.



few years later his family moved in another flat. even later he had conversations with his siblings about the old flat. came out they have seen it too and nobody said anything out of fear being accused liar or crazy. he even talked with his parents why they wanted to move out of the place.

quickly the conversation turned tabu for his dad, wich was very suspicious, his ma didnt wanted to talk about that ether.







he has no reason to lie and he was very serious about that.

yeah, well i cant say i believe him. but its a good story.







the other thing was yesterday. with my buddy richard.

we study in the same scool. lessons are in the evening. he asked me if i wanna do something with his gf and his bisexual female friend.

hahaha, cool your jets its not gonna be one of theese stories.

we were playing wii games and i totally destroyed them. i am preety gud in videogames, tho i dont play much. so richards gf went to sleep and bigirl went home. it was 1:05 a.m. richard and me had a few drinks and smoked cigars. rum and whiskey, man i got wasted with him. we watched videos and talked and joked. just havin a good time. and we started talk about books and then the conversation went to "why would a ghost irradiate cold". dont ask how we got to that.



so he came up with a story about his friend wich always says that his dead uncle is haunting him. call him martin.

on someones birthday they were hanging out and with other people. there was a couch with pillows. a friend wich sat next to martin went to the bathroom. so the seat was free.

all of a sudden the room got really cold, tho no window was open. the pillow next to martin formed like someone sat down. martin freaked out. the other dude that kame back from the bathroom commented an the cold in the flat and what the fuzz is about. richard was witness.



conversation kinda drifted to ghosts and then to the movie paranormal. havent seen it, tho.

richie told me another thing. when he was a young boy his family had a dog. an old and blind dachshund. in the same flat died his grandpa. he was a "waffennarr" weapons fanatic. he died in his armchair wich stood in a corner of the livingroom. i believe he said he died by heartattack.



so the old dog is blind, tired and just lives the last days. but sometimes in the evening he starts barking at the corner where richards grandpa died.

its common knowledge that animals have sharper senses than humans.

everytime that happens, the room gets cold. richard was home alone.

and the dog started barking at the corner like crazy aggain. so richie takes his grandpas WalterP38, a handgun from the war.

he went infront of the place wich the dog was barkng at and pointet the gun at the corner.

it got colder. then the dog stopped barking and the cold was gone.

richard realized what hes actually doing. pointing a gun at the corner where his relative died. he unload the gun and put it away.

the dog stayed quiet since then, nothing unusual happened anymore.







i dont say that i really dont believe in ghost and stuff. its just hard to imagine.

though i am sure that there is more than we see in life. maybe we cant explain such things things now, but maybe in future. in the last century the people found, ivented and explained a lot of things. perhaps we are not that far away from the point where mysteries like theese can be solved.



wow, i didnt think that would get this long.



LK

oh boi here we go!

so this journal is not really private because people can snoop around and read all of this stuff but on the other hand who cares, right? its not like i would share very personal information about my bank account or other critical stuff that would be best kept in secret.



so, why did i actually joined this site and why do i seek real vampires?

well, maybe some trouble with family members pushed me in this "dark" directions, who knows. i had some trouble last year with nina, my mom.

shes not the smartest person but this time she really surprised me. long story short: she told me that i am dead for her because of some minor argument. never talked to her since then. instead i kinda started learning really hard and concentrating on an my studies. the distraction was good for me. and while i was doing that i had this thought about being immortal. so i started to inform myself about vampires. to be honest i am not somebody who believes in superstition. but if the "myth" about vampires consists until today, there has to be something to it.



so, i started searching. unfortunatly most of the stuff online is utter bs. rituals, spells, selling your soul to the devil, cmon! and then there are the people who spam their baitmessages. things like, "hey you can become a vampire now! just give me X$$ so i know you are serious about it and i´ll sent you a vial of my blood"



but there was one thing that kinda made "sense". it was the "ode to the vampire mother" a small poem with 3 verses in latin. it was supposed guide a real vampire to you so he could turn you into one of his own kind. skeptical at first, i memorized the poem. i went to a park near my home and positioned myself in the middle of a soccer field in the park, then, without much trouble i recitet the poem several times, in original latin of course. i cant say i felt something unusual, aside from the normal cold in this time of the year in germany. so basically nothing happened, or lets say nothing i noticet, until yesterday...



the reciting of the poem became a regular thing for me to do. after the first time i tried it over and over. but yesterday, something happened, i saw .. something.. somebody? i dont even know.

i said the poem, then walked around a bit listening to music. then i came back and started to recite the familiar verse "o dea tenebris, mater immortalibus, ect." and that was the moment i saw something in the distance. it was clearly a silhouette of something human but it moved freaking fast, so i just catched a glimse, a moving shemen. but the thing that made my skin crawl was the hiss of the creature, it was really loud! i was like paralyzed, until a smile formed on my mouth and i swiftly began walking in the direction where i saw it. all my senses were on max while i recitet the poem for myself. but i found nothing. only the question in my mind: did the ode to the vampire mother worked?



i think this is the reason why i am here too, why i signed in on this website. maye i find answers, or maybe even more questions.



i dont quite remember where i heard it, but someone said that with this poem you arent actually guiding a vampire to you. you are opening a door to something dark and in the worst case it absorbs you and leaves your emty hull behind. not sure if i should believe it.



well anyways, theese are my first words in this journal and i have to admit it has something therapeutic, being able to just write your thoughts down, for other people to read.



LK