#26 fixing basements

We fix basements. The client calls me and we renovate their basement. I had many strange things show up. I even found a torture chamber once, we had to call the cops and it was a great hit in the newspapers.

Some days ago a person called us to look at their basement, since they moved there recently. He said he heard strange noises coming from the basement and did not want to go in by himself. So we decided to come by, because he realy wanted to use the basement.

In the early morning we packed everything we needed into the van. We could strip the basement and put some new paint in it if he wanted to start straight away.

So when we got there we looked at the house. It looked slightly on the expencive side. It also looked quite gentle. My colleague and i walked to the entrance of the house and knocked on the door. 

A man that looked to be around his 50’s opened the door and greeted us with a handshake. He let us in and asked us if we could talk about what the basement should be turned into. We agreed and sat around the table to discuss the matter.

When we were done talking he opened the door to the basement for us. It did not look old or croocked in any way. It was quite a nice basement. There was no old furniture and everything looked like it was going to be an easy and quick job. 

We got our ideas together and showed what could be done with the basement. The owner was pleased with our idea and told us we could start 2 days later. He had to go to some family for a few days. We agreed and went home

2 days later:

We knocked on the door of the house and someone to hang on. We waited a few seconds and the door unlocked and opened. The same guy was still in his bathrobe. He told us to get started whenever we felt like it while he got changed. 

We took a broom with us and some paintbuckets. We went downstairs and put everything in order for us to start. We begans sweeping the floor as there was a whole lot of dust and sand in there. In the corner i was sweeping while i accidently went to close to the wall and punctured it. 

We both looked at each other questionable. A wall like this should not be able to break that easely. We got curious and started knocking on the wall. One whope side of the wall sounded like there was another room there. So qe decided to make the hole a bit bigger so we could look inside with a flashlight.

We din’t see much, but it was still part of the basement. So we grabbed 2 sledgehammers and started breaking the wall. With all the noise the owner came down and asked us what we were doing. We explained there was more room behind the walls that seemed to been placed there for some kind of reason.

The guy frowned and said alright, go ahead as he turned around and went back upstairs.we raised our hammers again and started bashing the wall down. The basement seemed to be twice as big as it was with the wall still up. There was a shack inside the room. A little kind of home for someone to live in. 

We tried to open the door but it would not budge. And there were no windows. So we decided to smash the door open with our hammers. When the door waa broken down we entered the little shack. There were some tools hanging on the wall and a few workbenches. When we looked down we saw a trapdoor. We tried to open it and it opened. It was not locked at all. There was a ladder going down. We grabbed our ropes and put them around our middle after securing it somewhere around the ladder. The ladder seemed old so it could break while we went down the ladder.

While climbing down we smelled a rotten stench reaching our noses. We covered our nose and went further down. After a prety long climb we reached the bottom of the house.

We looked around with our flashlights and we saw old guns lying on the ground. Skeletons were covering most of the ground. We got scared but pulled ourselves together and went on. We walked trough a tunnel while we suddenly heard a loud bang. We jumped when we heard it and laid on the geound for a few seconds. Again we heard a loud bang. But we could also hear some people talking. 

We decided to get up and walk forward. The sounds were gone now. We saw flags that looked like they were from the second world war. Hitlers flags. This must have been a secret hidden bunker. Again we hears people talking in the distance. We looked around and saw all kind of rooms. But i no room were people to be found. While we got confused we walked into a dead end. We din’t see anyone down here, but we still heard voices. We looked at each other and decided to leave.

We were certainly not coming back again. We explained everything to the owner of the house. He told the authorities and got moved to another house. 

No one know what is going on there till this day. its a mystery to everyone. And we still were not able to make out what made those noises down there as there was no one down there.


#25 A very good meal

‘Oooh how i love this food’ it was some kind of salad made of turnips, carrots and some other ingredients. One bite is so fresh that it would tingle a little in my mouth. And it mademy stomache feel funny, that good.

The waiter came up to me and asked how i liked their new salad. I was told him it was one of the best salads i had in my entire life. I told him how it made me feel. A smile appeared on the waiter’s face and said ‘very good. I will give the cook your compliments.’ ‘Very well’ i said.

When the waiter returned he said ‘sir, this has never happened before, but the cook was so pleased with your compliment that he invites you over to the kitchen. I looked at the waiter, ‘alright, lead the way’ i awnsered.

The waiter walked in front of me and pushed open two big doors to the kitchen. It looked clean and the kitchen smelled like food was being prepaired. The dishes were all clean and the cook that was making the food was the only cook in the kitchen. 

The cook met my eyes as he smiled and gestured me to come over to where he was cooking. I walked over and thanked him for the magnificent salad he made for me earlyer. He nodded and thanked me. ‘I can show you how i made it’ he said. I was baffled and said i defenitly wanted to know how he made it.

He told me to stay put as he grabbed the ingredients. He showed me exactly how to make the dish. And i was taken by surprise as to how easy it was to make the salad. He let me taste the salad, but it din’t taste as good as the one dish i got from him in the restaurant. ‘There is something missing’ i said. Again, he smiled and said ‘you’re right. Follow me’ 

We walked down to a basement and he turned on the lights. He opened another door and i saw some kind of a cage. The cook made a sound and out of the corner came a grey-green creature with a big head and a small torso. The legs were long and thin. As were the arms of the creature. It stopped in front of the cook and put its arm trough the cage. 

I was getting light headed and scared at the same time. I fell on my behind. The cook looked me and told me not to worry. He took a syringe from his pocket and took off the cap. The needle punctured the creatures arm and it looked at me with big sad eyes as the cook drew green fluid into the syringe. 

It made me feel sick to my stomach. ‘This is the secret ingredient to my best dishes’ the cook said laughing. ‘Ofcourse you are surprised and maybe scared, but there is no need to be scared. The creature wont harm you, we removed it’s teeth and claws’ he said. My stomach turned and i puked everything out i ate that day. 

The cook started laughing and walked back up the stair. My legs were so weak, i could not get up. A loud bang sounded as the cook shut the door above me. The light was still on so i could see the creature holding the bars of the cage while looking at me. I never seen something like it before. It looked very much like an alien. 

I pulled myself together and sat myself against the wall. The creature was still looking at me with it’s big sad eyes. It made some kind a gnarling noise while it blinked is eyes. I started to feel realy bad for the creature. It must have been here for months, maybe even years. I looked back at it and reached my hand at the creature. It got scared and pulled back a few feet behind the bars. 

I put my arm trough the bars as the creature carefully watched my moves. It slowly got closer while it lifted and lowered it head up and down. ‘What are you’ i said to the creature. It reached out for my hand and touched my fingers. It’s hand fell cold and smooth. 

Suddenly it grabbed my hand with a firm grip. I got light headed and lost controll of my body. I fell to the ground and everything became white. Slowly i woke up in a room. It was white with no furnature, not even a door. I heard a loud hiss as the wall seemed to open up. In came two tall creatures that looked like the creature i was with. They grabbed me, but i was unable to move, so the creatured dragged me to the opening in the wall. 

I appeared to be in a hallway where the creatures put me in some kind of seat. It was pretty comfortable as they put me in the seat. The creatures made some gnarling noises as they walked away from me. ‘Where am i, what’s happening to me’ i tough. I wondered what happened to the creature in the basement. 

Moments later the creatures came back. They gently got me up from the chair and took me with them to the hallway. We walked to a dead end of the hallway and then suddenly the dead end wall opened.

There was a big room with a massive window. It looked like a massive cockpit of a huge ship. When i looked out of the window i lost my breath. I was looking at earth, from a spaceship, with alien creatures. 

#24 A getting back.

“Aah” the little things. Dont you love the small good things that sometimes happen. Small achievements can be more exiting and satisfying then big achievements sometimes. 

When you had a rough day, and someone you maybe know tells you a joke so funny you almost pee your pants. In that case it were best if you wear dypers. Who knew they were usefull for us right?

The reason i write this is because something happened. I’m sick…. well not sick, i’m ill. I sat in the smoke of the barbeque and my voice now sound like that of a person that smokes 10 packs of siggarettes a day. I quite litterally smoked my brains out. But boy!!! The meat was good!

Oh and we went metal detecting. We found some old iron objects and even a shard of an old grenade that was used in the second world war. It might have pierced some body, but luckely we din’t find any bones near the shard. 

Now my throat hurts. And i’m still going to school today. And im constantly caughing in the buss… and i don’t even smoke. 

And then ill end it here with some wise words from my library of connections of my brainwaves; when you meet and blue cow with 3 eyes, and it starts talking to you about hamburgers, you should probably ignore it. But if you give it a banana milkshake it will run off into the ground. Or it would be possible you had enough shrooms 🙂

I’ll upload stories from here on out again. I’m also going to try to tell my stories in video’s as soon as my voice gets better, peace. Michael.

#23 Demensia

“Ahh, i can’t remember where i left my keys!” I shout in frustration. But then i remember, they are in my pocket of my jacket. “Ofcourse” thats where i always put them.

I’m going to see my mother today. I hope she remembers me this time. She’s got alzheimer’s. I’m sure most of you know what that means, but for those who don’t, alzheimer’s is the most commor form of dimentia. The brain declines the recent memories in this case with my mother. She remembers the memories of 15 years ago, when i was still 7. So when i visit her, she often does not remember me. And her alzheimer’s is uncurable.

I don’t visit my mother often. It’s not because i dont like her, it’s just still hard to accept that she does not remember me. It’s scary to see her in that kind of state of confusion. Inside it makes me sick and weird because i know that it will only get worse, and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. 

It sometimes even feels like she is… dead. The way she stares into nothingness. She doesn’t move, and breathes very slow. When you stand in front of her she will look at you the same way she looks into the distance. I asked her sometimes what she sees. But trough her broken speech i can barely make anything of it. I think she sees something like little waves and dots. Many waves under each other, like watching a tv that has realy bad reception. And dots like the snow on tv when therr is no reception at all.

It’s scary because i can’t feel what she feels. Sometimes she talks about things that never happened. Or she starts crying out of nowhere. She tells me she doesn’t live where she lives and that she does not want to die yet. 

But the scaryest thing is when she looks at me. Just looking without expression. She has darkbrown eyes. Real tired eyes. She just moves her mouth just a little bit, grinding her toothflesh on each other since she doesn’t have any teeth anymore. She looks at me like she doesn’t know me. And them she says “hey” and smiles a little bit. 

I know she wants to tell me things. But almost never can she make whole words, let alone sentences. She realy tries to say stuff and she realy wants to tell what she is going trough. But she can’t complete any words. And frustration of being unable to talk, takes over. And she’ll start crying again. I then sit next to her and make her at ease. She needs all the support we can give her. 

The things she can say is “yes”, “no” and “i’m thirsty or hungry” and “i need to go to the toilet” but thats it. The rest she speaks is out of frustration, or it’s just all broken words. 

But the thing is, i don’t know if i will get this too. And that scares me the most. I can’t remember any birthdays other than the one of my best friend and my own. The little things i forget seem to increase over the years. Being forgetfull is very frusrating.
Written by michael kraus.

#22 Nature taking over

It’s cold outside. The stray dogs are still eating from the carcass a few feet away. I have to get to that body. The fallout has long settled and we have been hiding for a 100 years underground. But last month i ran from my fellow people because they were changing mentally into beasts. When the food ran out they started to vote who should be next on the spit.

I ran very far so no one would be able to find me. But dangers outside of the base would also play a big roll in the outside world. And there were more dangers then 100 years ago. There were people who became greedy and even more arrogant. At least that’s what the stories say.

But the reason i am in hiding, is because this carcass has some stuff i could realy use to survive down here. There is a gun and a medkit close to it. And i want those. So i’ll.just have to wait untill the dogs are gone. 

All animals have gone into a madness mode. But the other day i saw someone walking with a dog on a leash. I had never seen that before. And that dog looked realy healthy. No red spots without fur anywhere. He must have had some kind of food for the dog. 

I notice the dogs are done eating, or whatever they were doing. So i decided to approach the body and look trough the jacket also. In his inside pocket was a map. I think it was a map from the land around us. I never learned how to read a map but i decided i was going to take it with me. 

I walked away from the body and i went in the direction of the morning sun. I had to find a place to stay. But nowhere is safe. There is a city up ahead wich i can check out. There might be an empty building wich i could settle in maybe.

So i decided to go to the city. It should not take very long, only about an hour or so. You could get into the city from all sides, but there was only one broken road that lead to the city. I decided i would follow the road, since the land near it was all swamp-like land. 

When i got there, there were some building that i could not enter. But there would not be anything if i checked it out i think, just rubble. I did find an appartment building. I went up the stairs of the building and walked on the side of were the front doors are. 

I could see a key laying on the ground. I picked it up and tried it on all the doors. The key went into the keyhole of the 4th appartment i tried. The door opened and i was greeted by 2 skeletons looking at me. I had seen enough dead so it was not scary. I took the skeletons and threw them off the appartment building. 

I saw a broom in the corner so i started to sweet the place. It just looked like a normal home. Very suitable for someone to settle in. The walls were old and a little bit cracked. But that should not be a problem i just can’t belive that no one searched this place in those 100 years.

There even was some canned soda in the refrigerator. And some other things that went bad. I heard the stories about canned soda, but i never actually saw one. Let alone taste one. So i was very curious. I did see in a book how you should open a can of soda. So i put my finger under the lip and pulled it open. I tool a sip…and spewed it out. The soda was extreemly sweet. It hurt my jaws, that sweet.

I took another sip. And the prickly feeling of the soda on my toung wasn’t painfull or anything. It did feel kind of refreshing. And there were no foods with sugar in them. So this was a big sugar shot. I took another sip and put the can on the counter. I looked around in the appartment to see if there was anything usefull. 

I opened one of the doors and i saw there hung a shotgun on the wall. With 5 boxes of ammo on the side. This surely was the jackpot. 

That day i cleaned the whole place. It still looked crooked, but it was defenitly suitable to live here. I barricaded the entrance of the building and put a lock the i found on the inside of the backdoor. That way only i was able to leave. I blinded most of the windows, so no one would see me from a distance. 

The bed was full of dust. So i just turned the big matrass on the back and it looked like new. I slept like a baby that night. And nothing disturbed me. 

This was not going to be as bad as i tought. Or was it?

#21 Cruel people

I’m sitting here on a bench in the trainstation. The train i need to get to go to school will be here in 9 minutes the clock says. I lean my back against the bench i’m sitting on. The sun breaks trough and i can feel the warmth on my legs and arms. I brush some dust off my new beige pants i bought last week.

People walk by with sandwiches in their hands, a woman with her lipstick is stroking her lips and presses them on each other. I have no idea why she would put on lipstick, but that’s non of my business. A mother with her 3 boys are restlessly waiting for the train to arrive too. The boys are running around the bench, touching it now and then, making the bench vibrate slightly, wich makes my annoyance go up a little bit. The woman sees my face and tells het boys to take it easy… it’s morning. She looks at me and nods her head. I nod back and turn my head to the rails again.

There is a man talking slightly aggrovated a few feet away from me. “What did i tell you! You have to take care of that today!” He explained to the other person on the phone. And it made me think a little. Why do people yell at other people. Do they not listen, or do they have something wrong with their hearing ability? 

Speaking about hearing ability, the young guy next to me is playing his eminem song so loud trough his earbuds that i can enjoy the music with him. I don’t mind an eminem song. Bus isn’t he just ruining his hearing ability? Hm… whatever. Not my problem.

I’m suddenly made aware by my phone i got a whatsapp message. I look on my phone, it’s a friend of mine asking me where i am. I unlock my phone and tell him i am waiting for the train to arrive. He messages “ok, i’ll see you soon then” and with that i lock my phone and put it back into my pocket. The notification sound of my phone goes off again. So i take my phone out off my pocket and unlock it again.”oh yeah, your gay” he messages. “You’re” i awnser back while a slim smile appears on my face.

A skinny shy guy around the age of 19 maybe 20 comes walking up on the bench im sitting on. He looks nervous and looks around him as if he’s paranoid about something. I shove myself a little aside and point out to him he can sit down. He looks at me and makes a weak gesture with his hand. “No thanks” he awnsers. “Alright” i say, still makimg space for him if he would change his mind. 

A few second later he did change his mind and sat down. I think he is just not the social type, so i tought nothing of it. Suddenly he said to me “have you ever tought about killing yourself?” I look at him in an angle “why would i think about that” i say to him. “Well, you know, people are asshole” he whispers to me. I frown my eyebrows up and say “yeah, you are right. But i’m not letting myself get influenced by other people. They do not decide how i live”. he nods in agreement. 

I can hear him sigh while he is sitting next to me. I knew he wanted a reason to not be suicidal, obviously. I put out my hand to him. He looked at me and reached for my hand. When our hands met i told him my name. He took a minute but he then told his name. “You look like a good person” i say to him. “Thanks” he says to me. “So where are you off to?” I ask him. “Well, uh… school i guess” he explaines. “What do you do?” I ask. “I am working on being a writer” he says. I nod my head and say thst is a great choice. He agrees and says “yeah, it is”. For a moment it’s silent between us. 

In the distance i can hear the train coming. He looks at me as he stands up. “I do digital design” i tell him. “Ok” he says. I notice he is not paying attention to me anymore. He walks a little towards the rail. The train is coming nearer every second. He get closer and closer to the edge. So i decide to get up, i walk towards him. He’s now crossing the white warning line. My head starts to rush and toughts fly by. I should stop him. There is no need to kill yourself. 

The train is nearly here and he is standing on the white edge. I put my hand on his shoulder and tell him “i’ll be your friend Michael” he turns around and looks at me. His eyes start to swell up and he takes a step back. The train goes by us and the door opens. 

Let’s go to school i say. He nods, and enters the train with me. 

Written by michael kraus.

#20 The Disney Waterpark.

Hi, this is my first recording. I will tell you what happened at the park in Walt Disney. You know… the closed down waterpark. 

I heard many ghost stories about the park. People getting murdered there and people never being found ever again after going there. Not even their bodies have been recovered. 

One day i was in the library with my friend. We laughed about some crazy funny comic we saw on the internet while browsing trough the library. We looked for something that peaked our interest and a lot of things did. 

Great articles about ghost and creature stories were our most favorite subjects, and we have been to some ‘haunted’ places. But nothing ever realy happened. We then searched for ghost places around in our city. And living close to Disney Land this came up. 

We looked trough what people found there and what had happened there. It closed down some day and was not attended anymore. But it’s still visited without permission by vandalists to this day. 

All these articles about this place were so interesting that we wanted to check it out for our self. Ofcourse we din’t believe it. We have been to places where nothing happened. And became more skeptical about the subject. So we decided to go there in the weekend on saturday night. 

We met at a parking lot around 6 pm close to the park. It was still light outside, but we were going to check the place out. So we brought torches and some extra batteries. 

We walked around the fence of the waterpark, and it did indeed look like a ghost park. We got exited and went to look for a way in. After looking around we saw a tree hanging over the fence. It was a good oppertunity, so we took it. We got up in the tree and walked over the thick branch to the inside of the fence. 

We looked around because we din’t know where to go. We just decided to start walking and look for interesting things. We came to a small pond with a small wooden crooked shed in the middle. It din’t appear in any of the fotos we saw so it atracted our attention. 

We looked around the pond to see if there was something to cross to the middle with. And we saw a small dingy. It was drifting in the middle of the lake so it was obviously leak free. We grabbed a big branch and reached out formthe small boat. We hooked it on the boat and got it close to us so we could step in. 

When we were in the boat we got the branch to puch us of the side of the pond and drift us to the middle. We were finally in the middle of the pond. We looked at the shed. It semlled like wet rotten wood. We tried to find an opening into the shed while walking around it. But we were unable to find one. 

I found a little hole in one of the planks of the shed. I looked trought the hole but i could not see anthing. So i put my torch trough the hole and used the other end of my torch as a lever. And i pushed the plang right out as i pushed my torch to the shed. Some other planks were then easely removable since it was all rotten. 

We stepped in and used out torches to look around. There was nothing to see. It was empty. While walking around slowly we suddenly hears the cracking of wood. I pointed my torch down and i saw my friends standing on a hatch. As he saw it he stepped of the hatch. There was a little handle, we pulled it up and the hatch opened. 

We saw there was a metal staircasing going down. So after a little arguing we decided to explore the hole. As we walked down we came in a tunnel. The echo of our steps jumped from the wals deep into the tunnel. 

Suddenly after walking straight for about 5 minutes, we came up to a door. The door looked fairly new. And when we tried to open it, it was locked. We decided to turn back and explore the rest of the waterpark. So after walking back trough the tunnel for about 10 minutes we became confused. 

We were walking the right direction because there are no other corridors. The tunnel was straight. We kept walking the same direction for another 5 minutes. Thats when we got scared. Were we going crazy? 

We decided to turn around and walk back to the door to get us back to where we started. Maybe we din’t see a corridor that was actually there. 

After walking about 2 minutes we reached the door… this seemed way to quick. We walked 15 minutes towards the entrance. But nevertheless we walked back to the entrance from the door. After walking for 5 minutes we reached another door. This looked the same as the last door… in fact, this is the last door we were at. 

We were now certain we were losing our mind. We got our cellphones out and tried to call the police. We got someone from the police department on the phone and she told us what our emergency was. I told her we were at disney world’s water park. And that we got stuck somehow in a tunnel. 

The police woman said she would send a cop car to our lication. She told us not to wory and that we were not to move. the police car would be there in 10 minutes. We agreed and sat down on the ground. 

Our phone batteries died now. And we are soon going to have to use our spare batteries for our flashlights. We called the cops without doubt about 1 hour ago. And we have hears nothing but our own breathing and shivvering in this tunnel. I hope we get out fast. Because it’s starting to get scary.

#19 Love does not forget

This story was suggested by: loveurownlife

College is finally done for this year, and now it’s summer. A friend of mine is a flight attendant wich he always wanted to be, and he has been doing this job for a few months now. It’s also always been my dream to work onboard a plane. The feeling you get when you are in the air is unbelivable. The sights you can see from the plane are amazing.

When I was about 10 years old, my parents and I went on holliday. And we had to travel by plane to our destination. While we were in the air, I’d look out of the window and fantasize about the things that were below us on the ground. Then a steward came our way and offered us some food and drinks for underway. I looked at the lady with wonder, she smiled back and gave me a candybar. “here you go” she said while looking at me.

From that moment on I knew I wanted to do the same thing. Make people at ease on a flight, and help them out with whatever is needed. I was destined to make my dream come true.

But my parents always wanted me to become a teacher.  They did not care what I wanted. If I would say I wanted to work aboard a plane, they would scold me and say that I would not be able to find a job in the area. Where I live, teachers are greatly appriciated, so they earn a good salary. But I din’t want to be a teacher. I knew I had the skill to be one, but my feelings would be crushed. So I decided to attend to flight school anyway.

When my parents found out they were furiously mad with me. I was not alowed to do anything anymore. And I would be kicked out as soon as I had a job.

I also had a brother a year older then me. He was always very neat and always listened to our parents. He was going to be a teacher for them. He got his degree and started as a math teacher. My parents were proud of him and we all loved him very much.

So now, I can almost start being an air hostess. I’ll have to wait 3 weeks and then I can start as a stewardess onboard of airplanes. Ill be away a lot from home, but I don’t care. It’s my dream, and I wanted to do this almost my whole life.

The last night before I had to go on trail was hard. I could not sleep because I was so nervous. My head was filled with toughts, and I could not relax. So I had only 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Nevertheless this is the day I am going to make my dream come true.

2 hours later I was standing in a room where I got told what to do as an air hostess. I paid close attention to every detail they had to say to me. I had to complete my trail stage of 3 months before I got my official licence. When I had that licence I was able to work aboard flights whenever I got hired by someone.

That same day I got to work aboard a plane. And I had never had so much fun, because coincidently my friend worked for the same company. he already completed his trail and had to give me a tour.

When the days and weeks passed by we started to have feelings for each other. We went on dates and became very close.

The upcoming 6 months we worked many hours. But it felt as if the time went by flying. Our time together on planes had made our relationship the real deal. We knew we loved each other. And would often fantasized about what the future might hold. And everything seemed to go so well.

Then one day something very terrible happened. When my brother got some weeks off from work. He decided to go on vacation to madagascar. He had the flight I was supposed to have with my boyfriend, but we were late and missed the flight… later that night on the news we saw the plane crashed with my brother inside.

My boyfriend helped us the upcoming days with everything we needed. He was there when we needed him.

After 2 weeks my parents said they wanted to talk to me. They said I was not alowed to go on any flight anymore. And they swore that if I did, I would not be allowed to enter the house anymore. So I had to make a decision. My parents were now even more determent to make me a teacher. And I din’t want to abandon my parents for a selfish dream I had. So I decided to become an english teacher.

I asked my boyfriend to come with me, and become a teacher also, but he refused.

My heart was broken, I sobbed for days. Then after 3 weeks he send me a text.


Hey dear, an international company was so pleased with my work, I get to work for them now, ill be flying all over the world, isn’t that great? “smileyface”


When I saw the text, I got dizzy. I had to lay back on my bed and rest my head on my pillow. The rage inside me made me cry even more. He’ll be going to places for longer periods of time, leaving me behind. All alone. I texted him I wanted to break up, and I deleted and blocked his phone number. I was so jelouse.

Time went by as I had a quick period of learning how to become a teacher. Never one day, I forgot about my dreamjob, and what I could have been doing if it weren’t for my parents. Frustration and anger filled me for the upcoming 3 months. And I never went to work with a happy face. Ofcourse teaching people things is a great thing to do, and it paid well. But this wasn’t what I wanted to do.

My ex boyfriend and me din’t speak anymore, but then, out of nowhere when I came home, he was sitting there. In the chair, waiting for me at my parents house. My hart stopped and I froze. He noticed me and turned his head. Water started filling my eyes and a light headache appeared in my head, but I couldn’t move.

He picked up the single red rose he had laying next to him and started walking towards me. With tears rolling over my cheeks, my knees started to shivver and they got weak. He noticed and ran towards me just in time to catch me when I collapsed in his arms. While my tears soaked his shirt he said “I’m sorry, I should have come with you”

My hands reached around his middle to his back.

“how could you just leave me here” I said to him sobbingly.

“I’m so, so sorry. I came here to join you, but am I to late?” he asked.

I pushed him away from me and stared at him“ofcourse you are to late!” I screamed.

His eyes started to get damp, and looked at me. “I’m… realy sorry” he said with a trembling voice.

I stepped back toward him and put my hands on his jaw. I pulled him closer to me and our lips touched.

It’s now 4 years later since this all happened. My boyfriend and I are living together now, in 3 weeks im am giving birth to a sweet baby boy.

The last principal of the school I worked for, retired. And all the teachers voted me to be the new principal, so I am the head of the school now. My boyfriend works in the same school. He is the new math teacher of the school after he got his degree last year.

We also started a planemodel collection, and it’s surprisingly big.


i take story suggestions to write

so, i tought it be fun to make a story for anyone that would like their story told or maybe get a story about your fantasy. remember, anything is possible. my imagination is the limit 😛

contact me on this blog post or email me at, michael–kraus@hotmail.com. thats with 2 dashes in between my name.

  • make sure you are clear about the subject
  • give any info about your wishes in the story
  • tell em if i can go bananas on the story, or if i have to keep myself stricktly to the subject.

#14,2 Let’s talk dreams

4 years after the dream incident, i mostly forgot what happened. Mainly because i had found a good paying job. And i had some friends. The world was finally a decent place for me to hang out. 

Still, people were arrogant, unfair and selfish. But i guess that is what the specialty of humanity is. Being human… i still have to get used to it. 

Anyway, last night i went to bed again after a long nightshift, it was weekend. So i decided to sleep in. 

I noticed myself falling asleep, and tought i might as well have a nice dream for me to spend the night in. So i tough about an island. A great island where everyone was happy. Everyone had fun. On this island. there was no money. They trade with each other, just like in the time when money din’t exist yet.

I decided to dream myself a decent house. Not to big, not to small. I would have handcrafted objects to trade other people with. So i went out to trade with other people. I found some nice things i would like to have hanging in my house.

The sky was always blue and peacefull. The weather was always soft and warm. There was no reason for me to think about anything i din’t like because i was to busy doing things i did like to do.

But one day the clouds were not blue. The weather was cold and drizzly as the clouds were grey and dark. I instantly knew i wanted to wake up, but i couldn’t. I began to get scared and i only tought about what happened the last time. I tried all kind of things to wake up without hurting myself. 
But honnestly, it was only a drizzly day… right? I started questioning the things i knew. And it slowly drove me mad. But as long as i wasn’t going to hurt myself i should be fine.

The sky went darker and eventually the sky went black. Unable to see, only to smell and feel. I did have torches so i decided to try and find one. Wich i luckely did. But i din’t have anything to light it with, so it was useless. 

I saw a light in the distance. I got drawn to it and started walking. The ground was flat, and all i could think of was to hope not to fall down somewhere. After a While i started to trust the ground was flat all the way. So i ran towards the light. I realy got the urge to get there as fast as i could. My mind was set. I wanted to reach it, no matter what. So i ran and ran as fast as i could. 

The ground became slimy and and sticky, my shoes starting to get stuck. So i took them off and started running on my bare feet. Wich in a way went quicker. 

In the distance i could hear my friends calling out my name for some reason. My feet stopped. They were sinking in the slimy substance. It made me sink all the way to my ankle, and i tried and tried but i wasen’t able to pull them out. The light was there… only a few steps away from me. But i was unable to move my feet.

My friends were still calling my name, and i started to panic. What was going on? Or was this real? I shook my head wildly to the tought. I should know better. I’m a dream expert. This is a dream. I can do what ever i want in here. 

“Wake up man” i heard one of my friends say. Now i knew, i was asleep. My sleep was so deep it cought me. I saw the light slowly fading. I din’t want to end it this way. This is a real selfish way to die. My mind filled with images of the last 4 years of my friends and me. We had such good times, and it was the first time i realy had friends. My feelings began to burn. I never had something to fight for before, so this feeling of being wanted was new. 

My body filled with rage, i did not want to die this way! And i wasn’t going to die this way! I filled my lungs with as much air as i could. I opened my mouth and started screaming all my hatred and rage out. Everything around me started trembling. The floor i was stuck in, melted. The sky started to glow white. The space around me started to flash. The ground under me appeared to be some kind of glass. Under it i could see a massive heart beating very fast. 

I was still screaming and screaming. The light came closer to me. The slimey substance had faded and i started running to the light while i was still screaming as loud as i could. Suddenly everything became white for a split second. And everything was light. I could hear the echo of my scream in the room when i opened my eyes. 

I opened my eyes and i saw 3 doctors and my 3 friends all against the wall. Looking at me as if they just saw a ghost. “You died” one of my friends said to me. I smiled at him, and i said…

“Let’s go and get something to eat with us all” 

Written by michael kraus.