Once when i was a child i went to a lake with my grandfather where we fished.
That was the first time anyone had taken me fishing and we had a smashing day.

We came to a lake after some time in the car, it was all white and big,a huge lake that seemed to go on forever.
We walked out to the centre of the lake, passed a lot of holes that were made by others in the ice, until my grandfather found one that looked good enough.

He said "this one looks fine" with a little pessimism in his voice as he wasn`t truly expecting to get anything that day but just took me out for a trip instead of sitting inside all day.

My grandfather calls himself an experienced fisherman, he has had many fishing trips with some friends and has all the equipment required.

I sat waiting for a fish to bate on my hook while i was thinking what a waste of time it really was to fish.
When i suddenly felt something tag on my line.

I just had my cup of coffee that didn`t taste anything else but coffee.

I miss the times when i didn`t know what deceit was for some reason it was easier to just pretend that everything was just the way they should be.

When i was young my stepfather was laying on the beach with his top off, he was lying on his stomach and i saw a mark on his back. It was tracks after a motorcycle that had driven over him and left an imprint on his whole back.

I remember that mark very well because when i asked him in curiosity what it was he was being allusive and secretly and so was my mother, she was acting like "no we don`t talk so much about that". And so i never got the story of how that mark got on his back, just that a motorcycle had run over him. Now that i am older i have started to speculate what that really was..
I know my stepfather came from a very rough neighbourhood and that he came from England where there are a lot of hooligans.
I also know that he was in a band and played rugby and that he lost some teeth doing that.

And i know he didn`t want to be in England any more and started to study abroad.

So i am wondering if those tracks on his back had something to do with him leaving his home country? I find it strange that he hasn`t kept contact with any of his friends from England.
I have met some of his relatives but never any friends from there. If someone was trying to kill him then i wonder if that has something with his punishment on me?

He once spanked me because i killed a hamster when i was 5 years old and i am wondering if that was symbolic with fear for him???

I also know that my stepfather is very provocative so its not impossible that he got himself up in trouble.

I have just re lived an old memory from my past a long long time ago.
Call it a time travel if you want.

I have been where i was so many years ago.

I had an experience when i was young that shook me when i got older. An old memory came back into the surface when i was older and it was a scary one.
I went to the therapist some years ago and i think that is what triggered that memory.

I was outside a shop when i was about 7years old, where a man almost kidnapped me into his car.
Now it turns out that it might have been a serial killer who tried to lure me into a car.

There was a Swedish serial killer who drove around in different countries kidnapping and killing people on the way.
He has been convicted for some murders but people suspect he is behind even more, but because of lack of evidence they can`t convict him. One of these unsolved mystery`s is a little girl that he once admitted to having killed and then took back his statement later.
She was in my age and looked a lot like i did when i was appr.7 years old. She was killed about 8 years after my incident.

The murderer was active for several years and he was linked (maybe convicted?) for a murder done in a city in my country. To come to that city you need to drive on a specific road, i was on that road the day i met him, and the year also matches with that murder.

The girl who was killed many years later reminds a little bit of me.

Some of his victims had the same procedure as i did on the day i met him, they were going to a shop to buy candy. Another one was also going to a store to buy something.

I was a few metres away from his car when he asked me to climb into it.
He promised me chocolate and ice cream.

I said no and turned the other way.

There are more details but i am not going to tell everything.

I was short of becoming his next random victim, if i had gone closer to his car that day i know he would have pulled me inside it.

They suspect that he took the little girl to the forest and buried her there, he took the police there.

I have given the details to someone involved in the case.

The man is in psychiatric hospital where hopefully he will stay for the rest of his life.
He is a very disturbed person, i saw him in a documentary.

I cannot be sure that it was him, but i am more then 65% sure that it was, because of all the similarities and other details.

I am glad to be alive today, i am thinking about all the things i wouldn`t have experienced if i had been killed that day.

That could have been my last ice cream.

Its scary out of all the people he could have run into on his travels, he ran into me that day.
I was in the shop to buy ice cream and he had parked his car outside.

I presume he saw me in the shop and since i was alone he thought i would be a easy target, but it was in broad day light so making a scene would ruin it.

He is a well known serial killer in Scandinavia.

I am glad i won that day. So many things i wouldn`t have seen or experienced if he had managed his plan on that summers day.

So to all you with children, don`t be secured just because it is daytime, and make sure your child doesn`t talk to strangers, like mine did. If my mother hadn`t warned me about strangers i might have gone into that car? Its important to teach children how to be in front of strangers. Because i backed away it gave me some more metres away from his vehicle and sometimes one step is enough to save your life.

I feel very sorry for the girl who was killed, i think he never forgot about his defeat and so found someone who looked similar to me to fulfil his evil mission, so that he could feel as if he was professional.

Her parents missed their sweet child, and i think they still do. She went missing one summers day she was out to play. I remember the headlines when i was about 14years old.

Its sad he wasn`t caught before that day.

I have been thinking if there was anything i could have done different, so that he could have...

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I am tired developed almost double vision, thinking i should stay awake just for that fiction?

Maybe it is best i go to bed, to rest this weary head and be ready before the storm comes in be on top, be the best...but first my rest

Good night and be the best
from halu

There was a norwegian comedian who made a joke many years ago.

I was little when he made the joke but i think it was about a news story where Russians had entered Norwegian boarders under water.

The comedian had dressed up in a Russian costume and invited a "reporter" on the deck of his submarine. The "reporter" asked him why they had crossed the norwegian boarder and the comedian answered " well don`t be silly, we don`t see boarders under water".
This is one of Norway`s most well known sketches, sadly to say that the comedian has passed away now but his sketches live on.

The point to my story is about boarders and what people do when they meet their inner boarder.
The inner boarder is like sub conscience for others, so "under water".
People can`t always see others boarder, which is why we often come into conflicts.

I have sometimes hit my boarder and realized many years later that, that is what i had.

When you hit the boarder i think the outcome can be bad for either you or someone else.

So that is why we have defence, so people can`t cross those boarders.