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Desire
Feel her touch.Feel her breath.Feel the scent of her perfume as it slowly settles into your skin.It is dark.You are deep inside a forest.The trees sway in the wind.Listen…The branches whisper above your head.You search for her.But there is no crossroads where you can call her.No place where you can invoke her.Yet you long for her.You long for her power.You long for her love.You long to stand…
An old poem- This time written in Luca's way The fire burns in the stove,Gripped by fear, you sit and listen.The fire begins to speak.It tells you stories.And asks if you would like all its power.At once, you answer,"All of it."The fire takes you into the depths.From the depths, a rider appears.You know nothing more about the fire.Tears run down your face like a child's.
An old poem- and story with it wrote it in my way, this time The fire burns in the stove,Gripped by fear, you sit and listen.The fire begins to speak.It tells you stories And asks if you would like all its power.At once, you answer,"All of it."The fire takes you into the depths.From the depths, a rider appears.You know nothing more about the fire.Tears run down your face like a child's.
Story Crime 4
Time has passed. No dreams, no nothing lately. I’ve been really busy with so many things. And of course… no house. See, when you think it’s all over, fate has a twisted way of doing things in exactly the opposite way. So imagine this… No Ameli. No old villa. No dreams. After looking for all of this for such a long time and finally giving up… something happened. As you probably know by now, I…
The Night We Met Drăgaica
“Grab my hand, Luca… and let’s explore the forest.” I smiled as I looked at Geo. “Should I be worried?” “Probably.” “That’s not very reassuring.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” She laughed and took the first step onto the narrow trail disappearing beneath the old oaks. “Tonight we’re walking near Balta Vrăjitoarelor.” I stopped. “You couldn’t have picked a place with a less ominous name?” Geo…
The Night We Met Saint Ilie
“Grab my hand and let’s enjoy a walk… but be careful. As we walk, we might meet Saint Ilie. He might not be so nice… or he might send us a storm.” I laughed as I said it, although a small part of me never joked about the old stories. My friend smiled the way he always did whenever I began talking about Romanian folklore. “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” “I don’t know,” I answered…
Story Crime 3
Hmm… let me tell my dream, or rather, the house and the murder inside my dream. It sounds so strange when I say it aloud.The dream returned again. But this time, the woman was not only standing there in silence. She was showing me things. Guiding me. She held out a necklace. On it were engraved the words: With love, from M to Ameli.At last, a name. Ameli.How many Ameli could there have been in…
Story Crime-part 2
Back to the story. So, like I said, you died—you were poisoned with cyanide. People now believe you were murdered by your lover, who is not the same man you wanted to marry. Your lover is a wealthy man, very well regarded in society. After your father goes to the police and demands an inquiry, a lawsuit begins, with your lover as the prime suspect. So… was it really him? I know you don’t know…
Story crime
On my search for a crime to fit my story, I found another interesting one. Again, it is not really fitting my story, but it is still interesting. So imagine we are in 1935. You are a beautiful lady, the first one to win the title of Miss Romania, plus some other beauty contests in Germany. You would like to be an actress. Your father is a Communist activist, quite prominent at that time. Because…
Winter story-2
Well, like I told you, I will tell you more about this story, even if it doesn’t fully fit the story from my dream. Last time I mentioned that there were two men who could have committed the crime, a crime that filled the newspapers at that time, not only because the victim was a prominent woman, but also because it happened on a famous train, perhaps. Let’s see how the investigation went. As…
Winter story
Let me tell you more about my inquiry. You already know my fascination with old, haunted houses. As you can imagine, I’ve been searching,carefully, patiently for something that feels right. At first, I thought the answer might lie in well-known crimes from the 19th century. Visiting old houses is enjoyable, of course, but so far it has led nowhere. Without a story, a trace of darkness, a reason,…
Just an autumn story part 5- winter time
It’s been a long time since I last wrote.I remember searching for a few of the houses my friend once told me about, if you recall, the same friend who gave me those curious addresses, the ones whispered to be haunted. If you’re wondering what I mean, let me remind you. Long ago, I had a dream, a vivid, almost painfully real dream about a woman being murdered inside a house. The scene was so…
Just an autumn story -part 4
Another day after the dream – day 3 Last night was indeed a night with dreams, but unfortunately not the dreams I was thinking about. Just usual rubbish, running in a garden, seeing a plane crashing, that sort of things that were not what I wanted. So I decided to sit down and write exactly the dream I had a few nights ago. If I’m interested to find that possible house, at least I should try to…
Just an autumn story part 3
Next day – day 2-Just another day, starting the day with a coffee, some old news, and some music. Hmm… no dream, that’s bad. I really hoped I would dream again. Maybe it was just a strange dream, I do have enough of those. On the other hand, the way that young woman was looking still haunts me a bit, and the curiosity even more. How many crimes did this city witness over the years? Hmm… if I…
Just an autumn story part 2
After such a strange dream, you wake up in the morning wondering could that house be real?The day begins the same as always: a hot black coffee, a bit of music, and the morning news. Then a shower, and off to work. For a while, the thought of haunted houses fades away, buried under deadlines and the endless demands of the office. Everyone seems to need something from you today.Time slips by…
Death Traditions — A Little Midnight Walk With Me
Hey — come on, take my hand. Tonight we’re going somewhere a bit different. Think of it like an after-hours walk through other people’s old beliefs: curious, a little mysterious, and maybe a touch mischievous. Ready? Good. Let’s go. “Ugh, really? Death?” you whisper. “Yep,” I say, grinning. “Nobody gets out of this one. So let’s be prepared — and entertained.” The Beginning — When Someone…
Ortu’ Popii — A Stroll Through Traditions
Ortu’ Popii — A Stroll Through Traditions Today, I’ll take you on a little trip through traditions — a friendly walk through time. So, come on, grab my hand, and let’s see where language, belief, and a few old coins will take us. We’ll start with a Romanian expression that goes like this: „a dat ortul popii.”You might stop for a second and ask, what on earth does that mean? Well, literally, it…