《Min アパート》 Kapittel 1 bY Han End He My best friend Ok, hvor skal du begynne. Jeg heter Oskar, og nylig d?de vennen min.Vi har v?rt venner siden barndommen, og jeg skulle ?nske jeg fikk tatt farvel med ham f?r han gikk bort.Etter begravelsen hans ga familien hans meg denne merkelige boken. Jeg var ikke sikker p? hva denne boken var, det var en ganske slitt bakbok i skinn, og papiret ser gammelt ut ogs?. Jeg gikk for ? lese den, men da jeg ?pnet den, var den svart bortsett fra et falmet ord p? arabisk som l?d: "?? ???????" Jeg lukket boken og gikk ut av leiligheten min som l? i ?verste etasje i det fireetasjes leilighetskomplekset. Jeg gikk ned trappene til tredje etasje, bare for ? finne meg selv tilbake i leiligheten min. Jeg har ingen forklaring p? dette, jeg har pr?vd ? komme meg ut av komplekset i flere dager, men uten noe positivt resultat. Jeg er en fange i mitt eget hjem, og jeg kan ikke r?mme. Jeg sender denne journalen ut av postkassen min til et tilfeldig sted i Japan. Forh?pentligvis kan den bli funnet og jeg kan bli hjulpet. Vent, jeg h?rer noe bevege seg rundt i stuen min. Det kan ikke v?re et dyr, jeg har ingen kj?ledyr. Jeg burde g? unders?ke. Det er morsomt, stolen min f?les myk og speilet foran meg blir svart med en bl?aktig nyanse. 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I took it into my apartment and saw that it was a journal written mostly in Norwegian and Japanese, a lot of words had been scratched out of have faded, but for the most part it was all fully in tact. I then opened a black-colored book that came along with the journal and saw that the book was blank, the paper looked new, almost like it was made yesterday. I then turned to a page that was old and worn from age, it had one word written in another language. The word being ̦Ϧ ˦?ЦŦ? Im guessing the word is Greek depending on the look of the letters. I set the book down and left to make food for myself, but as I walked to the kitchen, I noticed that my staircase leading down stairs just lead me back to the second floor where my room is. This was so weird. I tried going into the nearby bathroom and it was normal, so I tried a closet and it lead to the living room downstairs, I was so creeped out by this that I rushed to the front door, only to find myself in my basement, where I saw something lying on the floor. It was a gold ring. I picked it up and read an inscription on the inside of the ring, saying: Kwakungahloselwe ukuba kube njalo I couldnt read it, so I left the basement, but when I left I wasnt in my house anymore, I was in a public pool. The pool was abandoned but it was clean and tidy. I walked around, hearing faint, metallic, banging sounds. I made my way to the exit, bringing me to a large pool with a strange fish-like creature swimming around in it. I decided to ignore it, walking passed the pool, but before I could go any further, The fish creature grabbed me by the leg and pulled me into the pool. I struggled to get free and kicked the fish in the face, causing myself to break free. I then quickly swam to a drain that was uncovered and entered it. It was a tight squeeze but I was thin enough to fit. I swam for a few minutes until I reached an opening where I came to find myself levitating in the sky. I looked around and saw nothing but the bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds. I noticed a door facing my direction, so I approached it and opened it, revealing a winding staircase. I climbed the stairs for what seemed like forever until I came at a white door. I opened it and found myself in an empty church. It was clean except for the cross on the far front wall, the cross had been tipped over and stained in dirt. I made my way to the exit and opened the door where I entered a plane that was flying in the air. I had no idea what was going on, so I looked around until the lights of the plane shut off, leaving me in pitch black darkness. I wandered around in the dark, tripping over chairs and slowly shuffling my feet so I wouldnt bump into any thing. I came to a door to one of the lavatories on the plane. I entered it and saw that I was no longer in a bathroom. I was in my bed. I looked around, seeing that everything was normal and in its rightful place. I then looked where I had set those books and I saw a teddy bear sitting on the book, which was opened. I walked over to the bear and picked it up; I saw written on the book was, Ich werde dich immer lieben. It was so weird, I didnt see that on the pages of the book before. Anyway, I rushed downstairs and saw that there were weird symbols covering every corner of my walls. As I walked and looked, I felt sick to my stomach. I then came to a telephone which immediately rang when I got close to it. I answered the phone and said, Hello to be responded to a soft male voice saying, Come outside, Darling. I have a surprise to remember you by. I didnt say anything, I simply put the phone down and went outside of my front door to see the beach of the western coast. The sky was slightly cloudy and the sun was setting. I walked towards the water to see the initials O and S drawn in the sand with a heart circling them. Im still here to this day at this coast, trapped here till the day I die. I cant leave, I am a prisoner here. The good thing though is that I have this journal here with me so I can write down this strange events. I feel kinda tired though, so tired that I cant stand anymore. Please, God, help m. HM