I started this a bit ago, but I didn't want to post it until I had more than just a few encounters listed. Heres a map of all of the stories I have listed on my blog. The stories that seem suspicious and/or extremely unlike the norm, I will omit for the time being.
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
BEP of the past
Hello, everyone :) I'm sorry for not posting this sooner. I was lucky enough to be volunteered to take over some shifts at work to replace a sick coworker, and then I got sick myself. Such is life.
Well… My visit was a success in that I got an interview. My friend failed to mention that the “person she worked with” was a patient and not a coworker. She had a good laugh, but I was pretty peeved at first. The lady, Ms. Dorothy, was nice and seemed excited to have another visitor, so I did the interview anyway. Some of what she said actually really interesting and fit with the BEP lore, but... I’m not sure how much, if any, of what she said should be taken seriously because of her condition. I haven’t really been researching much this week, though, so I’ll include what she had to say anyway. It might come in useful later.
I recorded the interview, but I’m only going to post a transcript. I don’t want to risk her identity being discovered, and I don’t know if she was in the state to accept some of the information being made public. Some parts will be edited out to protect her anonymity or to eliminate unnecessary commentary. Also, to make things more coherent, I’m cutting out a lot of her ramblings. Much of it wasn’t understandable to begin with, and it would be even more difficult to read.
Location: Omaha, Nebraska
Time: 1960; late summer
Abbreviations: M (Me/Morgan); D (Dorothy); C (Chrissie)
Quick background: Dorothy was living in Omaha at the time with her husband (deceased). He had just gotten a job in the city, and she was in the process of fixing up the house and keeping an eye out for a job for herself. Because of being unaccustomed to the new town and getting acquainted at work, her husband was often late during the first couple of weeks. This left Dorothy at home much of the day on her own.
M: Can you tell me about your house?
D: It was a small house. We couldn’t afford much more at that time. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and kitchen. There was a basement—unfinished. That’s where we stored everything while we were unpacking.
M: What about the outside?
D: It was a yellow house. Compared to other houses on the street, we were a bit farther away [from the street].
M: How were your neighbors?
D: I didn’t know them well at that time, but they were a friendly enough bunch. An older couple in one house, a young couple in the other. The neighborhood didn’t have too many problems… A few problem children, but that’s to be expected everywhere.
M: Ok… And can you remember the day that it happened?
D: Oh, yes, quite clearly. I can’t remember the date, mind you, but the day itself… (long pause) It was late summer. It was soon after we moved into the house. Maybe one or two weeks later. David was running late, and the sun was already going down. I locked the doors and went into the basement to finish up for the day.
About fifteen minutes after I started cleaning up, I thought I heard a knock at my back door. It was softer than normal; I could tell that even in the basement. The few times anyone had come over, they’d used the front door. I wasn’t worried, not yet. I went upstairs and looked out into the back yard. I didn’t see anyone there and assumed they had left before I reached the door.
Well, maybe five or ten minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I hurried to answer it. When I opened the door, a young man was standing there.
M: What did he look like? How old was he? What was he wearing?
D: Oh, he was about seventeen or eighteen I guess. He had very sharp features… High cheekbones, a strong nose… He was an attractive boy. His hair was sandy brown, and he was wearing a pair of khaki-colored pants and a light blue shirt. I think he was a few inches taller than me [D is about 5’4], and he was thin.
At first he didn’t say anything. I didn’t recognize him from around the neighborhood, but I was new. I thought he was someone’s son coming to say hello.
After he stood there silently for a short moment, he began to talk. He told me he wanted a cup of coffee.
I was confused! I don’t normally turn down people in need, but something was off about this man… He was very cold, very demanding. Even his mannerisms were predatory. He stood perfectly still, not even blinking. The way he looked at me was so... Oppressive.
I wanted him to leave, so I told him that I didn’t have any coffee. Well, that wasn’t enough for him. He then told me he needed to use a phone. I said that we hadn't connected the phone yet, and he said that it was alright. He just needed to use a phone. I was getting scared, all right. That’s when I looked him in the eyes.
There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. His eyes were pitch black. Cold. Evil. But for some reason, I couldn’t look away. I was numbed when I looked in those eyes, like nothing else mattered.
Before I knew it, my husband’s car door slammed shut in the driveway. I was able to look away from the young man, and I realized that I had opened my front door and began to step aside as if I were going to let him in. I don’t remember opening the door wide, but when I finally realized what I was doing I began to scream for my husband.
He [her husband] looked up at me and ran over. The boy moved quickly, like a cat… He was inhumanly graceful. It was almost like he wasn’t solid.
When my husband came to me, I was crying. He didn’t know why I was so upset. He didn’t see the young man at the door or leaving. It was like he never existed.
The conversation regarding the BEP ended about there. She had a few moments where she was upset, and those portions have been cut. Chrissie talked with me after the interview and told me a few things that make me wonder if everything shouldn’t just be forgotten. Here is the transcript of her talking.
C: I know that Dorothy really believes this happened, and I really appreciate you listening to her. She talks about that guy once a week or so and really enjoys having visitors. But don’t take her too seriously. I’ve talked with her psychiatrist about her medical history. I guess that she has a long history of depression and insomnia. It’s very likely that what happened that day was the result of a psychotic episode or sleep deprivation. She was under a lot of stress at that time, and she has never been emotionally or mentally stable. She was probably just hallucinating.
So, there you have it. It was an interesting story, and I was definitely pulled in when I was listening to her. Maybe it's just me being a gullible believer, but... Oh, nevermind. It's probably just me overanalyzing and drawing connections that aren't there.
Well… My visit was a success in that I got an interview. My friend failed to mention that the “person she worked with” was a patient and not a coworker. She had a good laugh, but I was pretty peeved at first. The lady, Ms. Dorothy, was nice and seemed excited to have another visitor, so I did the interview anyway. Some of what she said actually really interesting and fit with the BEP lore, but... I’m not sure how much, if any, of what she said should be taken seriously because of her condition. I haven’t really been researching much this week, though, so I’ll include what she had to say anyway. It might come in useful later.
I recorded the interview, but I’m only going to post a transcript. I don’t want to risk her identity being discovered, and I don’t know if she was in the state to accept some of the information being made public. Some parts will be edited out to protect her anonymity or to eliminate unnecessary commentary. Also, to make things more coherent, I’m cutting out a lot of her ramblings. Much of it wasn’t understandable to begin with, and it would be even more difficult to read.
Location: Omaha, Nebraska
Time: 1960; late summer
Abbreviations: M (Me/Morgan); D (Dorothy); C (Chrissie)
Quick background: Dorothy was living in Omaha at the time with her husband (deceased). He had just gotten a job in the city, and she was in the process of fixing up the house and keeping an eye out for a job for herself. Because of being unaccustomed to the new town and getting acquainted at work, her husband was often late during the first couple of weeks. This left Dorothy at home much of the day on her own.
M: Can you tell me about your house?
D: It was a small house. We couldn’t afford much more at that time. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and kitchen. There was a basement—unfinished. That’s where we stored everything while we were unpacking.
M: What about the outside?
D: It was a yellow house. Compared to other houses on the street, we were a bit farther away [from the street].
M: How were your neighbors?
D: I didn’t know them well at that time, but they were a friendly enough bunch. An older couple in one house, a young couple in the other. The neighborhood didn’t have too many problems… A few problem children, but that’s to be expected everywhere.
M: Ok… And can you remember the day that it happened?
D: Oh, yes, quite clearly. I can’t remember the date, mind you, but the day itself… (long pause) It was late summer. It was soon after we moved into the house. Maybe one or two weeks later. David was running late, and the sun was already going down. I locked the doors and went into the basement to finish up for the day.
About fifteen minutes after I started cleaning up, I thought I heard a knock at my back door. It was softer than normal; I could tell that even in the basement. The few times anyone had come over, they’d used the front door. I wasn’t worried, not yet. I went upstairs and looked out into the back yard. I didn’t see anyone there and assumed they had left before I reached the door.
Well, maybe five or ten minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I hurried to answer it. When I opened the door, a young man was standing there.
M: What did he look like? How old was he? What was he wearing?
D: Oh, he was about seventeen or eighteen I guess. He had very sharp features… High cheekbones, a strong nose… He was an attractive boy. His hair was sandy brown, and he was wearing a pair of khaki-colored pants and a light blue shirt. I think he was a few inches taller than me [D is about 5’4], and he was thin.
At first he didn’t say anything. I didn’t recognize him from around the neighborhood, but I was new. I thought he was someone’s son coming to say hello.
After he stood there silently for a short moment, he began to talk. He told me he wanted a cup of coffee.
I was confused! I don’t normally turn down people in need, but something was off about this man… He was very cold, very demanding. Even his mannerisms were predatory. He stood perfectly still, not even blinking. The way he looked at me was so... Oppressive.
I wanted him to leave, so I told him that I didn’t have any coffee. Well, that wasn’t enough for him. He then told me he needed to use a phone. I said that we hadn't connected the phone yet, and he said that it was alright. He just needed to use a phone. I was getting scared, all right. That’s when I looked him in the eyes.
There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. His eyes were pitch black. Cold. Evil. But for some reason, I couldn’t look away. I was numbed when I looked in those eyes, like nothing else mattered.
Before I knew it, my husband’s car door slammed shut in the driveway. I was able to look away from the young man, and I realized that I had opened my front door and began to step aside as if I were going to let him in. I don’t remember opening the door wide, but when I finally realized what I was doing I began to scream for my husband.
He [her husband] looked up at me and ran over. The boy moved quickly, like a cat… He was inhumanly graceful. It was almost like he wasn’t solid.
When my husband came to me, I was crying. He didn’t know why I was so upset. He didn’t see the young man at the door or leaving. It was like he never existed.
The conversation regarding the BEP ended about there. She had a few moments where she was upset, and those portions have been cut. Chrissie talked with me after the interview and told me a few things that make me wonder if everything shouldn’t just be forgotten. Here is the transcript of her talking.
C: I know that Dorothy really believes this happened, and I really appreciate you listening to her. She talks about that guy once a week or so and really enjoys having visitors. But don’t take her too seriously. I’ve talked with her psychiatrist about her medical history. I guess that she has a long history of depression and insomnia. It’s very likely that what happened that day was the result of a psychotic episode or sleep deprivation. She was under a lot of stress at that time, and she has never been emotionally or mentally stable. She was probably just hallucinating.
So, there you have it. It was an interesting story, and I was definitely pulled in when I was listening to her. Maybe it's just me being a gullible believer, but... Oh, nevermind. It's probably just me overanalyzing and drawing connections that aren't there.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
three of three
First, I have some awesome news! One of my friends, Christina, says she works with someone who has seen black-eyed people. Apparently the woman talks about them all the time. Chrissie is going to ask her supervisor if I can come along some day to do an interview. I'm trying not to get too excited, but it would be awesome :) If I can do an interview, I'll post a transcript as soon as possible.
Anyway, here is the last of the three stories in the article o' dooooom. Again, credit to Jason Offutt. I had nothing to do with the original. Bla. Bla. Bla.
Location: Manchester, UK
Time: 1990's
Stephen Dawson had just moved to his own apartment; it was located in the first floor of an old house. During his first night there, something felt off. There were no sounds outside. The darkness in his apartment was suffocating.
Suddenly his bedroom door opened on its own, but nothing was there. His eyes shifted from the door to another part of the room where a girl stared back at him. A girl with black eyes.
He became sleepy as he stared at her, but somehow he was able to come out of the trance. When he came to, he was alone.
I don't think I need to explain why this one doesn't really fit in. In every other story that a BEP shows up at someone's house, there is always a blurb about the BEP demanding to be let in. They also seem to strike fear into the victim once seen, not beforehand. I would probably consider this to be a ghost if anything (especially with the temperature shift) rather than a black-eyed person.
Anyway, here is the last of the three stories in the article o' dooooom. Again, credit to Jason Offutt. I had nothing to do with the original. Bla. Bla. Bla.
Location: Manchester, UK
Time: 1990's
Stephen Dawson had just moved to his own apartment; it was located in the first floor of an old house. During his first night there, something felt off. There were no sounds outside. The darkness in his apartment was suffocating.
Suddenly his bedroom door opened on its own, but nothing was there. His eyes shifted from the door to another part of the room where a girl stared back at him. A girl with black eyes.
He became sleepy as he stared at her, but somehow he was able to come out of the trance. When he came to, he was alone.
I don't think I need to explain why this one doesn't really fit in. In every other story that a BEP shows up at someone's house, there is always a blurb about the BEP demanding to be let in. They also seem to strike fear into the victim once seen, not beforehand. I would probably consider this to be a ghost if anything (especially with the temperature shift) rather than a black-eyed person.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Nawlins
Just a quicky before I go to bed. I want to get this trio done with.
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Date: 2004
This is part two of my summary of this article.
Susan saw a man, about thirty years old, at a grocery store. He was wearing an old-fashioned suit, and he gave off weird vibes. She looked him in the face only to see completely black eyes.
That's about it.
This one is odd for a few reasons. Many people were present. There seemed to be no target. He didn't seem to have much of a goal. Still, I will keep this in the "true" category. The eyes and dark feelings are typical which makes me not doubt it completely.
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Date: 2004
This is part two of my summary of this article.
Susan saw a man, about thirty years old, at a grocery store. He was wearing an old-fashioned suit, and he gave off weird vibes. She looked him in the face only to see completely black eyes.
That's about it.
This one is odd for a few reasons. Many people were present. There seemed to be no target. He didn't seem to have much of a goal. Still, I will keep this in the "true" category. The eyes and dark feelings are typical which makes me not doubt it completely.
Murderer
Where: Cumbria, UK
When: June 4, 2010
This is yet another account from Jason Offutt's blog. There are three stories here, and each will receive its own post for organization purposes.
This story is slightly different because the black-eyed person has a name: Derrick Bird. A simple Google search will bring you thousands of results. He went on a killing rampage last year, murdering twelve people before then killing himself.
One person who witnessed part of the killing spree was Jordan Williams, a young boy. Williams watched Bird as he shot another person. His eyes were black.
I have my doubts about this story. Not doubts that it happened--it most certainly did--but the details surrounding Bird do not match those typical of BEP encounters. BEP cases tend to involve people on foot, people asking to enter a property, fear as a weapon, etc. This is by far one of the more reliable cases, but as it doesn't follow typical lore, I will not call this a true case of BEK.
When: June 4, 2010
This is yet another account from Jason Offutt's blog. There are three stories here, and each will receive its own post for organization purposes.
This story is slightly different because the black-eyed person has a name: Derrick Bird. A simple Google search will bring you thousands of results. He went on a killing rampage last year, murdering twelve people before then killing himself.
One person who witnessed part of the killing spree was Jordan Williams, a young boy. Williams watched Bird as he shot another person. His eyes were black.
I have my doubts about this story. Not doubts that it happened--it most certainly did--but the details surrounding Bird do not match those typical of BEP encounters. BEP cases tend to involve people on foot, people asking to enter a property, fear as a weapon, etc. This is by far one of the more reliable cases, but as it doesn't follow typical lore, I will not call this a true case of BEK.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
They aren't just boys...
As usual, I must give credit where it is owed. This story is taken from about.com.
Location: Detroit, Michigan
Date: September, 2004
A school teacher, anonymous (I'll call her Mary for simplicity's sake), was doing some at-home repairs when she heard a knock at the door. Just one knock. She ignored it, but it happened again. She already felt scared.
She looked outside, only to see a woman looking at her house. Mary opened her door, and the woman came closer. Once at the door, Mary looked the woman in the face. She immediately froze. The woman's eyes were black orbs.
The woman demanded to be let in. Mary shut and locked the door. It was the only time Mary saw the woman, but she is still haunted by her experience.
Location: Detroit, Michigan
Date: September, 2004
A school teacher, anonymous (I'll call her Mary for simplicity's sake), was doing some at-home repairs when she heard a knock at the door. Just one knock. She ignored it, but it happened again. She already felt scared.
She looked outside, only to see a woman looking at her house. Mary opened her door, and the woman came closer. Once at the door, Mary looked the woman in the face. She immediately froze. The woman's eyes were black orbs.
The woman demanded to be let in. Mary shut and locked the door. It was the only time Mary saw the woman, but she is still haunted by her experience.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
At the office
Hellohello! It's time for the next installment of my oh-so-scientific interwebs research! Yeah!
I realize that many of these reports are well-known amongst us BEPers, but I want to organize as much information as possible in a single place for myself and others who are interested in these people. Other than the first post I made, I'm not really going to worry about making them in any sort of chronological order. I'm just going to post them as I come along them because, honestly, there are too many stories out there to be that picky.
Aaaanyway, on to the next story!
First, credit goes to Jason Offutt, who interviews and shares the stories written over at From the Shadows. There's a lot of stuff there to keep you up at night, so after you're done here, you should check it out.
Date: July 31, 2010; 5:00 am
Location: somewhere in Ohio
An anonymous man (Noetic) was walking outside of his workplace one morning when he saw two teenagers who looked to be about 14-16 years old. They gave him a bad feeling right away. He smoked a cigarette and returned to his desk, which showed feeds from the building's security cameras.
The boys began to buzz the intercom from the outside while looking at the camera, beckoning Noetic. Eventually growing tired of the games, he went into the lobby which was equipped with two-way mirrored glass. They were outside but seemed to see straight through the glass. This is when he realized the kids' eyes were completely black.
He was preparing to call the cops when on of the boys spoke and told him not to; they just wanted to use the phone. They eventually went to the back of the building to a blind spot that wasn't seen with the cameras; they disappeared before the cops arrived, though.
There is no mention of which city this happened in. Similarities include: feeling of unexplainable dread; not noticing eye color initially; extreme confidence/arrogance; inhuman reactions
I realize that many of these reports are well-known amongst us BEPers, but I want to organize as much information as possible in a single place for myself and others who are interested in these people. Other than the first post I made, I'm not really going to worry about making them in any sort of chronological order. I'm just going to post them as I come along them because, honestly, there are too many stories out there to be that picky.
Aaaanyway, on to the next story!
First, credit goes to Jason Offutt, who interviews and shares the stories written over at From the Shadows. There's a lot of stuff there to keep you up at night, so after you're done here, you should check it out.
Date: July 31, 2010; 5:00 am
Location: somewhere in Ohio
An anonymous man (Noetic) was walking outside of his workplace one morning when he saw two teenagers who looked to be about 14-16 years old. They gave him a bad feeling right away. He smoked a cigarette and returned to his desk, which showed feeds from the building's security cameras.
The boys began to buzz the intercom from the outside while looking at the camera, beckoning Noetic. Eventually growing tired of the games, he went into the lobby which was equipped with two-way mirrored glass. They were outside but seemed to see straight through the glass. This is when he realized the kids' eyes were completely black.
He was preparing to call the cops when on of the boys spoke and told him not to; they just wanted to use the phone. They eventually went to the back of the building to a blind spot that wasn't seen with the cameras; they disappeared before the cops arrived, though.
There is no mention of which city this happened in. Similarities include: feeling of unexplainable dread; not noticing eye color initially; extreme confidence/arrogance; inhuman reactions
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The "original"
As far as I can tell, this is the first reported case of black-eyed kids. I’ve seen it linked from a few other sites, and it being the first is the general consensus. This of course does not mean that it was the first case, only that it’s the first that seems to have been spread around the internet.
Brian Bethel's FAQ on black-eyed kids can be found here.
Archives of the original mailing list thread is here.
Brian Bethel seems to be a newspaper reporter, which gives him a bit more credibility than just another random person on the internet. I definitely suggest reading his original explanation of what happened, but for those that are too lazy to read more than a few words, I will summarize.
In either 1995 or 1997 (assumed from mentioning a Mortal Kombat movie in theaters), Brian drove to the offices of his internet provider to drop his payment off at their offices. He arrived at the offices at around 9:40 pm and began to write his check for the payment when someone knocked on his window. There were two boys wearing hoodies, 10-14 years old, standing outside of his car.
Suddenly, Brian felt an overwhelming sense of dread come over him; there was something wrong with the boys. He stayed, though, to see what they needed. He rolled down his window.
One of the boys said they wanted to see a movie but needed to go back home to get their money. In other words, they wanted a ride. The boy who spoke was extremely confident compared to other children his age, which was unsettling. The second boy looked nervous and guilty, but didn't say anything.
The speaker continued to calmly ask for help, but his tone and mannerisms didn't quite seem natural. He asked to be invited into the car, implying an invitation was necessary for them to get in. And that's when Brian finally looked him in the eyes and realized that, unconsciously, he had started unlocking his door. He also noticed the kids' eyes were pitch black.
Once the look of fear overtook Brian's face, the speaker began to speak louder and more angrily. That's when Brian decided he needed to leave, and so he quickly reversed out of his spot to head out of the parking lot. But not before giving one look back to make sure they weren't following him.
They had disappeared. There was no sign of the boys anywhere in the parking lot.
This post was made in early 1998, so the stories of black-eyed kids have been around for about 13 years now. It happened in Abilene, Texas. I'm not sure if any of this has any meaning, but it's good to keep track of.
Brian Bethel's FAQ on black-eyed kids can be found here.
Archives of the original mailing list thread is here.
Brian Bethel seems to be a newspaper reporter, which gives him a bit more credibility than just another random person on the internet. I definitely suggest reading his original explanation of what happened, but for those that are too lazy to read more than a few words, I will summarize.
In either 1995 or 1997 (assumed from mentioning a Mortal Kombat movie in theaters), Brian drove to the offices of his internet provider to drop his payment off at their offices. He arrived at the offices at around 9:40 pm and began to write his check for the payment when someone knocked on his window. There were two boys wearing hoodies, 10-14 years old, standing outside of his car.
Suddenly, Brian felt an overwhelming sense of dread come over him; there was something wrong with the boys. He stayed, though, to see what they needed. He rolled down his window.
One of the boys said they wanted to see a movie but needed to go back home to get their money. In other words, they wanted a ride. The boy who spoke was extremely confident compared to other children his age, which was unsettling. The second boy looked nervous and guilty, but didn't say anything.
The speaker continued to calmly ask for help, but his tone and mannerisms didn't quite seem natural. He asked to be invited into the car, implying an invitation was necessary for them to get in. And that's when Brian finally looked him in the eyes and realized that, unconsciously, he had started unlocking his door. He also noticed the kids' eyes were pitch black.
Once the look of fear overtook Brian's face, the speaker began to speak louder and more angrily. That's when Brian decided he needed to leave, and so he quickly reversed out of his spot to head out of the parking lot. But not before giving one look back to make sure they weren't following him.
They had disappeared. There was no sign of the boys anywhere in the parking lot.
This post was made in early 1998, so the stories of black-eyed kids have been around for about 13 years now. It happened in Abilene, Texas. I'm not sure if any of this has any meaning, but it's good to keep track of.
Introduction
Hello! My name is Morgan, and I will be your host.
As you can probably tell by the URL of my blog, I am interested in the phenomenon of black-eyed people. Call me crazy, but I am planning on "hunting" them down. Not like on Supernatural; I want to know more about them. I want to try to talk to one if I can. This blog will document my progress and any information I receive on black eyed people.
I'm not going to put too much personal information up, but for those who might be a bit interested in my life, I will give a short introduction.
Like I said earlier, my name is Morgan. I'm 22 and graduated from college last May. Like many other new graduates, I have been unable to find a job other than something part time I do a few days a week. I guess that's one reason I decided to pick up this hobby; if you have a useless job and live with your parents, you need something to keep you sane.
I enjoy reading fiction books--especially horror and science fiction--and memoirs. I play video games sometimes, but the urge comes in waves. I listen to music almost constantly, but I prefer rock and pop; any language is fine as long as the music is catchy :) I have a wonderful pet cat named Whisky and some great friends as well.
Please feel free to leave comments or questions about my research, or recommendations! I look forward to hearing from my future readers. Bye!
As you can probably tell by the URL of my blog, I am interested in the phenomenon of black-eyed people. Call me crazy, but I am planning on "hunting" them down. Not like on Supernatural; I want to know more about them. I want to try to talk to one if I can. This blog will document my progress and any information I receive on black eyed people.
I'm not going to put too much personal information up, but for those who might be a bit interested in my life, I will give a short introduction.
Like I said earlier, my name is Morgan. I'm 22 and graduated from college last May. Like many other new graduates, I have been unable to find a job other than something part time I do a few days a week. I guess that's one reason I decided to pick up this hobby; if you have a useless job and live with your parents, you need something to keep you sane.
I enjoy reading fiction books--especially horror and science fiction--and memoirs. I play video games sometimes, but the urge comes in waves. I listen to music almost constantly, but I prefer rock and pop; any language is fine as long as the music is catchy :) I have a wonderful pet cat named Whisky and some great friends as well.
Please feel free to leave comments or questions about my research, or recommendations! I look forward to hearing from my future readers. Bye!
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