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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Strange Things can Happen to Avarage People...



Ok, so I'm a bit unsure about how to write this post, let's just say that it won't turn out like my posts usually do...

You see, yesterday, I experienced what was probably the weirdest thing in my life so far, and it might stay that way for a long time. I'm going to tell you what happened, and it's quite something actually, I mean, it still feels unreal today, not to talk about when I actually lived through it. The story might start a little slow, but you need to grasp the context to really realize how weird it was. Hear me out, I'm quite sure that you'll be intrigued by what I'm about to tell you...


So, as you might know, I live in this somewhat small (compared to places in other countries) town named Vasa, located in Finland. I'm currently trying to get my drivers license, and yesterday I was driving around the centre of the city, with my teacher beside me of course. This isn't when things started getting weird, but after my lesson, I stayed in the centrum for a while. Or rather, that's what I planned to do, however I ended up staying there for much longer than I had intended to do. One could say I ended up meeting someone... a bit different.

As you might also know, I have a sweet tooth. After my lesson in driving, I went to this shop next to the, well, plaza, i guess you could say. It doesn't really matter, but the store is named Citymarket. So after I had bought some candy for myself (Lumi Pantteri, I love those), I exited the store like I normally would.

I hadn't really paid any attention to it earlier, but the marketplace was unusually empty this day. This was probably because it was around 2 o'clock, and not everyone is on vacation yet. Now is when things began getting weirder and unusual, for me.

We still have quite an amount of, well, beggars, in Vasa. Usually I don't have much contact with them, except for maybe giving them a coin or two. However, as I walked out of the store, holding my bag of candy, I heard a voice right next to me. It took me a moment to realize that what the voice said was directed to me. You understand, in the centre of Vasa, as in many other cities, there are a few regular drunkards that usually shout at everyone whom comes close to them, I'm sure you've experienced this as well.

The thing is, the man that told me "Hei, tuus tänne vähä!" (A call for me to approach the person) didn't actually sound that drunk at all. Usually I just ignore these people, but I was in a weird mindset at the moment, and surprising even myself I actually went closer to the man. Just as you could forsee, this man wanted me to give him some money. If I surprised myself earlier, that was nothing compared to what I did now!

Since I for once had a bit of free time, I had this interesting idea cross my mind. I thought that if I gave the man some money he would probably just spend it on alcohol anyway, which I thought would be quite the waste of my money. Not only that, but I don't really get that good a feeling after giving seemingly homeless people money anyway; I like to experience the results of what I do. So as I said, I surprised myself by saying something along the lines with:

"No, I will not give you any of my money, but if you want to, I'll gladly buy you a meal".
Can you imagine me actually doing this? I know I can be spontaneous, but I didn't expect to do something like that.

Anyway, I wasn't the only person to be surprised by this, for so was the man that was asking me for money. Well, I usually suck at remembering details, but I'll give you some kind of a description of the man. He had one of these leather jackets, and it wasn't that torn actually. He didn't wear any gloves, but since it was a bit odd I remeber that he had a sort of hat on his head that most people only wear during winter, and even though the wind might have been blowing a little (I can't recall for sure), I know that it was not cold. Aside from that he was probably in his late forties, and had some silver-grayish hair that barely showed itself from underneath his headwear.

But after a couple of seconds of awkward staring the man said that he'd happily take me up on my offer, but still maintaining that surprised stare he asked where I would bring him to buy food. I had no intention of actually bringing the man to my actual home, and semi chocked from my own actions I just threw "In McDonald's" out of me. You see, there's a McDonald's basically next to where we were, which isn't that surprising considering it's one of the easiest places to lure customers.

So I keep calling this homeless person "the man", but I actually got to know his name (we'll get to that in time), but I don't feel right telling his real name here, so let's just call him "Markko" for now (still keeping a Finnish name, naturally).

As awkward as it was, I walked next to him all the way to our destination. Luckily there were no people that I knew that happened to cross paths with us right then. There was practically no waiting line by the counter, so I told Markko that he could order whatever he wanted, provided the cost would stay below 10 €. He didn't seem like he intended to complain about that. He ended up ordering a Big Mac, large fries, a coke and a McFlurry.


We sat down by an empty table in the corner of the "restaurant". Markko ate like he hadn't eaten for days, and for a while it almost looked like he was about to cry from joy, which I remember made me feel a bit weird inside. I'm not used to doing anything like this, so everything felt a bit unreal for me, but it was about to get even stranger.

When Markko had finished gulping down everything (I had myself ordered a strawberry milkshake to drink while waiting for him to finish eating, and when I had finished drinking that up, I began eating some of my lumi pantteri), including his McFlurry, I was about to leave. However, when the weird man noticed this, he asked me not to go yet. He said that he was extremely grateful, and that he never imagined that someone my age would be so responsible as to do something like this (he probably thought that I was younger than I am, since quite many adults seem to do so).

He didn't want me to leave just yet, since he had one last favor to ask. He said that I was free to go if I wanted to, but he said that he would be very happy to tell me his story, since he hadn't had a real discussion with anyone for a long time. I felt at unease, but I didn't feel like betraying the mans expectations after going this far.


He ended up telling me his name, but I'll continue to call him Markko. He told me a few things about his childhood, and I don't know if I imagined it, since I'm not necessarily that good at reading people, but it seemed like a certain glow was awakend in Markkos eyes as he talked about his past. Yet, after only a few minutes of me doing nothing but listening to him, his expression darkened.


He began talking about his youth. He didn't tell me exactly how old he was then, nor how old he is now, but because of the way he spoke I'd guess that he was around 15-16 when something very dark happened in his life. Although he was underaged, he and his few friends quite often did some dringking, which is nothing unusual I guess. But Markko told me that he had together with his comrades found a completely abandoned house; an old treehouse. I don't know exactly where this house of his is (or possibly was) located, but he said that he together with his friends began calling it "känni kämppä" (a place to get drunk basically).

It had apparently been possible to climb in through one of the windows that were no more. I don't really see the point in it, but Markko said that they sometimes used to go inside of the house just to drink and spend some time together (well, of course I see the point, just not why they would have to do all this inside of the abandoned house). If I understood correctly, all this took place sometime in the middle of the eighties.


Anyway, Markko's story went on to describe how he had been together with this girl for quite a while. But sadly, he had somehow found out that she had been cheating on him (yes, it does really happen, which I'm sure you already were aware of).

I'm not sure about the details, but the thing is, Markko did despite his age get hold of quite an amount of beer. And during the night that he realized what his girlfriend had done, he drank it up, alone, somewhere in the city. You might be able to imagine how I began to feel while he was telling this story. A hint: not that good... I had at this point almost unconsciously eaten up half om the candy that I had bought.


Markko said that for some reason it had crossed his mind to go to the abandoned house he had mentioned earlier. I don't know whterher Markko is a good storyteller or not, the details got a bit messed up, but I'll tell you that I was listening as intensly as ever. Markko had probably been speaking nonstop for about half an hour already!

Markko had arrived at his intended location, even though he was kind of drunk. He told me that he could recall having trouble getting in via the window, in the state that he was, but he had eventually succeded. Now we are getting to the really freaky part, and I'm serious about this. I'm not even sure if I should tell this, but I've explained this far so...


The still young, drunk, Markko had ventured into a room in the house where he hadn't been before. At this point I was becoming sceptic of this story, and my heart was beating double it's normal speed all the time while Markko was telling me this. You see, he said that he had found a cellar-plate under one of the carpets in the room (I have no idea why he was looking under the carpet to begin with). I could feel that the atmosphere around me and Markko was becoming a bit tense, and I'm surprised no one else in McDonald's seemed to pay any attention to us.



Anyhow, Markko continued his story by telling me how he had opened the cellar entrance, that hadn't been locked in any way. He told me that there had been some steep, half rotten stairs leading down into the cellar, and drunk as he was, he had fallen while trying to climb down.


He hadn't hurt himself that badly, but he said that even in his drunken state of mind he began to get slightly scared, and he told me that he had been able to smell some kind of a rotten stench. There had been but one, small window allowing for a bit of light from the outside to enter (this must have taken place during summer, since I don't think Markko would've been able to see anything at all otherwise). Now, this is the really bad part of the story, and I'm still not sure whether Markko was trying to fool me, gullable as I might be...


Markko had been itching his eye (in the past, not in MC), and he was surpised to notice that there was some kind of a liquid that stuck from his hand to his face. He realized that it was blood, and at frist he had thought that it had been his own, from the fall. I'm guessing Markko had begun becoming a bit clearer in his thoughts, but you never know.


As I said, he only thought that it was his own blood, but he could see that he had no wounds on his hands, or anywhere else for the matter.

Well, there was the stench, the blood, and other things that seemed odd. Scared as he was, Markko had still decided to investigate, so he had explored the cellar a bit, and as far as I could understand, It wasn't that big.
That's why it didn't take long before he found the source of the blood.

For drammatic effect, I'll ask you to scroll down for the shocking revalation...









































































Nah... I'm just messing with ya'll.

I made this entire story up.













I don't know... I'm not necessarily that good a storyteller. I just thought it might be funny to write this kind of a pointless blog entry for once, especially since I talked about lying in my previous post. Originally I actually intended to exaggerate the story even more, about how the never existing "Markko" found some corpse or something, and how he buried it out of fear of other people believeing that he was the culprit behind the obvious murder case. Then he would go on to get depressed and having traumas, always living with this secret, kept inside his mind, that would be responsible for messing up his life. He would fail in work life, and be unable to sleep at night, ultimately leading to his nowaday state. Meh...

But I'm waaaay to tired to do that right now... And at some point people would realize that I am but bullshitting, as you might've done at some point already. Mind telling me, was the story convincing otherwise?
It's hard to give feedback to oneself.

6 comments:

  1. At first I was like whoah, the story of Markko, I wish I'd have been there to hear it myself... Then I scrolled down, and I was like. What, oh, no. Youu motherfucker...

    I still want to know what happens to Markko in the end :c

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    1. Ha ha, yeah...

      Well, if you really want to know, the story actually has a planned ending. Naturally, I couldn’t tell it in my blog post, for obvious reasons. I actually made up the basics for this story while I was showering a couple of days ago, and since I’m not really a fan of too open endings, I made a closed one up mostly for myself. I don’t really have a problem with bad endings, since I’ve already seen so many of them, but this is one of them cheesy good ones :P (I’ll have to post it in bit’s. Yeah, it’s that long).

      You see, after Markko finished telling his story, he went on to thanking me for listening (he already knew my name). He said that getting to tell the story really released a relief in his mind; a lasting change. Markko said that from now on, he would do his best to change his life! I was skeptical myself, since I’ve seen many movies about similar things. People often eventually return to their caves of bitterness and darkness.

      So once again, Markko thanked me for the food and for my time, and he told me that someday, he’d like to repay me (I’m not putting myself on a pedestal, remember, I never actually did any of this; I never did anything to deserve the gratitude of someone like Markko). So I just sat there, baffled, watching Markko stand up to leave McDonald’s.

      The coming days, I couldn’t stop wondering whatever happened to Markko. I had expected to find him sitting by a wall, somewhere close to the plaza, but no matter how many days passed by, I never saw a trace of him. I had at this point become quite worried about him. I figured he had gone and done something stupid. But I continued to tell myself that I was just paranoid, that I hadn’t really seen him that much before I helped him either.

      Well, times went on, and eventually I almost forgot about the weird thing happening. It all remained not much more than a story to tell every now and then, at a party or so. After many years, I almost never even gave so much as a thought out to Markko, and the things he told me about. I had to focus on my own life, the adult life.

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    2. A multitude of years later (let’s say, about 10 years), something peculiar eventually takes place. You know those times when sometimes, almost all pieces seem to fall in place, at just the right time? Well, you could say that this was one of those times.

      Technology has once again advanced some in a short time, and there’s this new type of phone on the market. The NOKIA Company has managed to survive, and they’ve just announced a new phone, The NOKIA Futura. The phone is a massive hit, okay, and I eventually lay my hands on one of my own. It’s a convenient phone, with many new fun and sometimes useful features.

      The story takes a turn when I suddenly get this phone-call. There’s an old man’s voice, telling me that he has an important thing to discuss with me. I had no idea who the caller might be, but he told me to meet up with him in the weirdest place; the McDonald’s that is still located next to the plaza.

      So as the time of the arranged meeting arrives, I venture deeper into the mystery, by actually showing up at the interesting meeting point. I go inside, but at first I don’t see anyone. Then I hear a voice that I recognize, coming from one of the corners of the “restaurant”. I turn around, and at first I only see a man, seemingly in his late fifties. The man is wearing a suit, and looks like he’s doing well. Only as I study the man’s face, it hits me. This man, standing right in front of me, is no one else than the Markko I had met only once before, so many years ago!

      The turn of events is quite shocking, and I’m unable to say anything, so I just take a seat at the other side of the table. Well, after some time of awkward silence, Markko starts speaking with an almost childish excitement in his voice. He talks on and on, about everything that has happened to him!

      The murder case? Yeah… Markko tells me that the first thing he did after leaving this very same McDonald’s more than 10 years ago, was going to the police. He told them all about everything that had happened. Markko said that he didn’t think the cops would believe him, but they actually went to search the remains of the house that was already abandoned forty years from now, at least thirty years when the cops investigated it. As incredible as it might seem, the police eventually found the fossilized remains of a woman, buried underneath the ground where Markko had told them to search.

      Well, actually the case was never solved. You see, the reason that no one had thought of searching in the abandoned house for the missing woman, was that no one was searching in Vasa to begin with. Using a mixture of technology and old records, the police had eventually gathered information about the dead body, or rather, the fragile skeleton. The woman had been from a completely different city, somewhere from up north. No one knew what she had been doing in Vasa, and why she wasn’t alive. However, after thorough questioning, Markko had been free to go.

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    3. From now on, things had only begun going uphill for our story’s hero; Markko. What no one had realized earlier, was that Markko was somewhat of a genius, at least when it comes to electronics. After successfully reeducating himself, Markko eventually got a job in NOKIA.

      And what is incredible, is that he was actually one of the main developers of the NOKIA Futura! That is the reason he’s doing so well now. Markko goes on to tell me that he found me after all these years, using phone records. He had tried calling a couple of people named the same thing as me before, but the attempts had failed. He insisted however, that he recognized me the instant I placed a foot inside of this McDonald’s!

      And this isn’t where Markko’s story ends. No, you see, a couple of years after our first encounter, Markko found one of his old acquaintances. I know it sounds farfetched, but he actually re-found his first love; the girl that had cheated on him. And what do you think he did to her?

      This isn’t a story of revenge. After many emotional discussions, including his old girlfriend’s pleas for forgiveness, Markko ended up marrying the now grown-up woman. Everything about Markko’s life seems to have fallen in place perfectly, almost like it would have been planned by someone!


      However, the story is coming to an end. There is one neat thing left though. Due to how much I had helped Markko by only a single action, he wanted to pay me back. He said that he wanted to repay me by doing the nicest thing he knew of that you could possibly do to a person.
      So how do you think Markko repaid me?


      By buying me a meal, of course!






      I’m sorry for it being such a long and ridiculous story, but I felt like writing something a bit different, and I didn’t want to rush the details.

      In a way, it would be quite fun is all this would actually have happened :D

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  2. That's like the cutest story ever! <(^.^)>
    and just so you know..either I'm gullible or you're a great story teller cause I believed it XD

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    1. Why thank you!

      It always feels great to receive positive response =D
      I'm glad you liked this little story of my making, and I hope that it wasn't completely ruined by the harsh reality of it being made up :P

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