Sunday, October 30, 2005

Just a dream

Back at home it is not easy to imagine myself back at that house. I left in something of a panic, after that horrible night when I found myself naked on the lawn just before dawn. Getting home was easy, in the end; but I had beeen worried that it would somehow follow me. Nothing, so far, suggests that it has. I had to abandon this blog for a while for personal reasons, but I have just time to mention that, despite everything, I may be forced to return to that house in the woods later in the year, towards Christmas.
One thing; I have not heard from any of the others since I left. Once again I am concerned that they may - still - be at the house, staring from the windows at the skeletal trees threshing in the wind. I told them that it was imperative that they left, as agreed, on Friday afternoon, and that on no account should they remain on those malevolent premises any longer than 5.45pm. However, I admit to a degree of concern.


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7:55 AM  
Blogger Lexden said...

How very kind of you both. Unfortunately I do not need a loan or any promotional products. If you ever have any completely free money or a set of sophisticated ectoplasma-gathering machines I suggest you try elsewhere.

8:00 AM  
Blogger outtabeta said...

You haven't decided to chat to me yet.
I am most disappointed.
However, I'm sure you wont be followed.
In any case, Halloween should be interesting for you...

8:02 AM  
Blogger ? said...

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8:30 AM  
Blogger ? said...

bring your webcast gear when you return, lexden! then everyone will see me....

8:32 AM  
Blogger outtabeta said...

HAHA nice move....
What are your plans for Halloween Presence?

8:33 AM  
Blogger loren-pottz said...

advertising in the guise of friendly bloggers, dear dear me, it makes you wonder doesn't it? is anywhere actually free? i was sitting on the bus the other day, which now contains plasma screens upstairs where they loop breaking news and shiney new products.

the others may well be fine, but perhaps you should check up on them.

8:42 AM  
Blogger sussedout said...

i don't think you should return.
i think you should send me to investigate . . .

8:46 AM  
Blogger loren-pottz said...

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12:47 PM  
Blogger redrum22 said...

i don't blame you for leaving. but why, i ask, did you not leave with the others to make sure of their safety? do they know you were put in the brown room and attacked? how did you get into the brown room while asleep?
i dont think i would spend all saints eve in that house. i would remain in your safe home if i were you......or maybe i would camp under the window in a tent with a buddy.

1:18 PM  
Blogger picrochole said...

it's way too late for that. black ants crawling over his permafrost legs. just a smudge mark where his face should be. scot free. this place used to be a mountain. ice cubes in your hemlock tea.

3:19 PM  
Blogger emckannon said...

Just goes to show that even a nightmare can be something of a Godsend.

Consumating more action in a life that is a virtual disease since time began.


4:23 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

not going back till christmas? Well thats not much fun now is it.

Gah i don't need you. i'll find my own haunted house. with people eating ghosts. and gambling.

5:51 PM  
Blogger majikboy said...

Perhaps you were experiencing a sort of sleep terror, or maybe the owners of the house should invest in a carbon monoxide detector. I once stayed at a motel known as the lighthouse inn. It is on a huge lake. I stayed there during the most frigid two weeks I have ever experienced (-6 degrees farenheit). The lake had become an incadescent desert, with waves tirelessly attempting to stave off the onslaught. nonetheless, while trying to sleep at 3am, with a 6:30 wakeup call impending, I had a visitor. I was lying with my pillow folded around my head. My arm was pushed against my head tightly. I leapt out of bed and turned on every light. Then my breathing became very shallow. With the lights on I still felt something moving me in the bed. I think when we let the presences replace our humor with terror---that is when they can move us--to brown rooms or front lawns. Or perhaps we need only crack a window to let some of the CO escape.

7:20 PM  
Blogger radiocoocoo said...

oh ok hmmm ah...

7:55 PM  
Blogger majikboy said...

here's a radiohead-related question:

what would be the best name for a project that played the music of radiohead. i know a rose by another name could never smell as sweet, but this is merely theoretical. I say "on a saturday" but my friend chachi insists "killer cars" is the winner.

10:14 PM  
Blogger radiocoocoo said...

this project sucks dont listen to it

it would be a sure classic

12:20 AM  
Blogger alphabet faith said...

storm starter

7:52 AM  
Blogger alphabet faith said...

ket aklu

7:59 AM  
Blogger alphabet faith said...


8:16 AM  
Blogger amourna said...

Not back til December? Maybe for the best, though I'll miss hearing news.

I hope you return better prepared for the PRESENCE, and that the others are ok. Maybe the supernatural atmosphere has fed their creativity during their stay. But we wouldn't want them all, erm, eaten or something.

9:53 AM  
Blogger loren-pottz said...

*desperately nibbles at ankles, insert crytic comment here*

10:33 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

i heard that doing that ruins your teeth AND your ankles

2:24 PM  
Blogger Holle said...

"I left in something of a panic, after that horrible night when I found myself naked on the lawn just before dawn."

ummm...what exactly happened to you, lexden? if i were you, i would try to avoid your friends as much as possible....and if you must see them at that house again, be careful not to drop the soap in the shower.

4:01 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

maybe the presence is just really lonely. i mean. if we was a monk and all. Just like being in prison.

9:35 PM  
Blogger A stranger said...

I've never heard of such a malicious and physical geist.

Perhaps there is something he is guarding, or perhaps he is weary of your intrusion, or perhaps not.

I just don't know anymore.

3:38 PM  
Blogger Product No.77 said...

I'll be happy in December.

Happy for and

Happy. Happy that something forthcoming has interupted our uninteresting lives.

And here we go again.

1:53 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

I really don't understand why people just don't freaking screw it over!!!

rent a bulldozer and mow down the house.

then rent a cow then milk it then throw the milk at it.

goto bed!

12:59 AM  
Blogger socrates_eats_hemlock said...

safe and sound. maybe. for now.
sleep easy.

4:02 AM  
Blogger radiogramica said...

this formula may help you if you ever come across any real trouble...


3:13 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

is the answer 3?

11:51 PM  
Blogger :case said...

thats creepy man

3:18 PM  
Blogger alphabet faith said...

id rather not see you leave than to see you not leave at all.

7:42 AM  
Blogger majikboy said...


8:37 AM  
Blogger majikboy said...

is the derivative 4x + 11?

i think x is really 0.089454 or -5.5895

8:41 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

no it's three.


3:42 PM  
Blogger mr tafio said...

estoy asustado


5:40 AM  
Blogger Brian said...


that's my ghost sound

2:54 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

mine is a farting noise.


ghost farts are funny.


8:15 PM  
Blogger stormbird said...

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3:54 AM  
Blogger Sama said...

A PRESENCE, how exciting.

3:04 PM  
Blogger stormbird said...

Always with an "I" to the future Lexden will glimpse THE PRESCENCE...
I am, I am not - there is no difference.

3:41 PM  
Blogger three toed sloth said...

Lexden Lexden bobexden fi fi bobexden banannana fo fexden Lexden

5:24 PM  
Blogger Lianna said...

wow you're a really good writter

7:46 PM  
Blogger mr tafio said...

extraño a lexden.

es tan ingenioso y entretenido. =(


5:11 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

We could probably make a whole song on that wonderful

" Lexden Lexden bobexden fi fi bobexden banannana fo fexden Lexden"

song. That will be the course with bongo drums in the background. Then the rest of the song could just be fingers on a chalk board. Then we'll dress like hookers and send a video over to MTV.

11:35 PM  
Blogger alphabet faith said...

i work for mtv and now youre fucked. milktooth.

8:09 AM  
Blogger Must be at least 6characters long said...

what can I say? let's take a thee.. and talk about it.. weird but cool, isn't it?

I'm getting thursty...uhm... why didn't you post anymore? no time? or simply not appropriate anymore?

see you 2morrow or soon...I'm gonna play some guitar...

11:34 AM  
Blogger yours sincerely said...

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2:27 PM  
Blogger yours sincerely said...

i shall lamment the loss of my evening reading for the moment then.

2:31 PM  
Blogger Antonio Hicks said...

I was just browsing various blogs as I was doing a search on the word poster, and I just wanted to say that I really like what you've done with your blog, even though it wasn't particularly related to what I searched for. I appreciate your postings, and your blog is a good example of how a blog should be done. I've only just recently started a Posters website - feel free to visit it when you get a chance if you wish. Much success, antonio.

4:22 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

BAH. If you're going to advertise save the suck-uping for later.

9:06 PM  
Blogger j'ai mangé le petit chien said...

This whole thing is utterly delightful.

7:34 PM  
Blogger Brian said...

awesome guy this one

10:25 PM  
Blogger the real dubya said...

hmm... seems this is a popular template. oooooooh a pirate's life is a wonderful life. home & dry is often home & liver failure. cheers good health.

2:51 PM  
Blogger * said...

Should we bury this blog or is there still hope that it will spring to life?

10:24 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

feed it.

1:51 PM  
Blogger Product No.77 said...

It is like a comet moving in a parabolic day, it'll get back to us again. So spare yourself the wait and unlock your bedroom door to the outside world.

1:10 AM  
Blogger Mr. Magpie said...

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2:12 AM  
Blogger Mr. Magpie said...

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2:16 AM  
Blogger Mr. Magpie said...

It is 4:21 in the am. I can not sleep, and i decided id take this opportunity to sign up for one reason. Whether it happens or not is not up to me, but that i try is all that is important. If you ever get a moment, please tell them 'Thank You for changing who I am with what You do.' I wish them all the best w/ their new familes. And I wish you the best in your return. You are strong, and will overcome.
~E. Vdub

2:21 AM  
Blogger Roberto said...

Hi Lexden,
You have left out many details of your adventures so far that I'm interested in.
You begin referring to "The Monk" after a few posts. How did you find out about him?

6:17 AM  
Blogger Hildur útvarpshaus said...

What's the difference?

I hardly know but I do like plugging, plug, plug... I plug the plug and get anyone I want to do what I want... because of the connections... isn't it good the things I want are small little things that are often enjoyable and always funny.

Oh, yes your blog, right?
I like it... love it maybe?
Anyway... I think you should go back to the house. You should pay back! If the silly popes keep teasing you you just tease them back. I know you can find a way.

8:17 AM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

I've been to that outside world. It's just as boring.

except butterflies. Those things are hilarious. I don't really know why they're called that though.

3:38 PM  
Blogger Radomysisky said...

You should contact your friends, Lexden. Their fates seem to be in your hands.

10:12 AM  
Blogger amu zu said...

hey lex.

how are you? you are one shrouded figure and I sometimes wonder about you. but i'm sure that's the way you like to be...shrouded.

I would if i were in your shoes. But in a way, you are not that shrouded due to your work. That's the beauty isn't it?

thank you.

5:15 AM  
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5:18 AM  
Blogger FUCK said...

I haven't heard Nirvanas cover of "The Man Who Sold The World" in a long while... ...

5:28 AM  
Blogger telerix said...

Very interesting reading.

4:18 PM  
Blogger hectate said...

Hello stanley (lexden). I've rather enjoyed your harrowing account of the radiohead recording process, thus far. I'm sure the paranormal activity shrouding the forlorn manor will offer up a flotilla of ideas concerning the new album art. Inspiration is most often extracted from the most trying of situations. Although you don't know me, I've been following your work for quite some time. Forgive me if I've come off as standoffish. The computer is a novelty to me and I usually communicate through personal correspondence which I feel is infinitely more intimate. In the rare instance that you haven't already conjectured my existence, I am a woebegone, 400 year old vampire from old-world Romania. My bloodline is strong and of the most ancient lineage of the damned. I dress in exquisite Victorian clothing and pass the days brooding over a love once lost in my grandiose, disconsolate castle which is haunted by ghastly spirits. When night envelops the surrounding countryside, I make my baneful rounds, ravenously preying on the meek until my seemingly insatiable bloodlust is temporarily quelled. I graciously lap up every last drop of the crimson essence, fervently relishing the familiar metallic taste of the fluid that revitalizes my abominable existence. On particularly lonely nights, I seek out innocent virgins, casually seep into their usually unguarded rooms in vapor form and remorselessly enchant them. I then proceed to instinctually pillage their netherlips in wolf-form, while they writhe in masochistic ecstasy knowing full well that they have become the devil's concubines. Throughout the ages, I have witnessed the unfaltering degradation of soceity. Brilliant art is no longer king and the almighty dollar rules all. It has been rather difficult for a well educated, highly cultured vampire such as myself to stomach this unfortunate truth, yet in this maelstrom of mediocrity, I have become a surreptitiously savvy business tycoon. I've sucessfully cornered the real estate market and own plots of land and various establishments in a plethora of European cities, including a highly modernized blood bank in Berlin, a burgeoning dentistry practice in London, and a popular chain of brothels in Amsterdam. In fact, I recently, (and rather ironically, I might add), won a painstaking bidding war on a Florentine glass-works company specailizing in the production of finely crafted mirrors. I am planning to extend my highly lucrative enterprise by branching out into North America. With the much appreciated help of the local gypsies who exhibit undying loyalty to my cause, an insanely hefty revenue accural, and unfathomable uncanny powers (control of the weather and foul creatures, ability to morph into several loathsome forms, and superhuman strength to name a few), this should be a relatively facile task. Most consider being "undead" a cruel, forlorn, curse. I, on the otherhand, view my dark, unabashedly sinister fate as utterly titillating and I wouldn't have it any other way. I sincerely hope I haven't startled you, but from what I've gathered you've had extensive exposure to this sort of thing. Cheers.

9:27 AM  
Blogger Roberto said...

You are a strange one, Hectate.

Don't fight the machine, rebuild it.

12:17 PM  
Blogger kaporma said...


good day.

2:53 PM  
Blogger Discent said...

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9:55 PM  
Blogger Roberto said...

Quotation marks were unecessary, but otherwise well done.

"Build bridges and not roads"

I fear that the author of this blog may have been driven away.
Or he is busy.

3:22 AM  
Blogger pattern_against_user said...

you know I have to admit but im a little confused with this whole situation. where and how did you discover this place? if you said all this eairly then I apologize.

8:02 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

No. Vampires are annoying. Full of themselves. I like zombies alot more. They'd make great pets if being so wouldn't be a sin againts nature.

Plus zombies are very friendly. I'm pretty sure they'd even shake my hand.

1:30 AM  
Blogger blackfields vaxine said...

lexden, it just occurred to me, awfully late on in the game it appears, that konstantin raudive was quite interesting on the subject of radio ghosts...maybe his research could be helpful

1:58 PM  
Blogger SlowNovember said...

I'm spooked

1:11 AM  
Blogger joseph said...

i'm your fellow hostage - comhghall

7:01 AM  
Blogger pixelife said...

6:14 AM  
Blogger Roberto said...

Bloody spammers.

You should get comment verif.

11:52 AM  
Blogger pattern_against_user said...

zombies are a great thing.
questions, comments or if you just love radiohead

3:02 PM  
Blogger pattern_against_user said...

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3:03 PM  
Blogger pattern_against_user said...

why are you forced to return to this place durring christmas?

3:04 PM  
Blogger Radomysisky said...

Raudive voices...

5:54 PM  
Blogger paraplayer said...

oh i think i've solved it. The monk is the ghost of christmas past. Or possibly future. But the future ghosts are hard to catch in poke'balls

10:48 PM  

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