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.