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Friday 1st October 2004
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So, anyway . . . I've added loads of stuff towards the end of September, and I'm just writing this before going off to work. I still haven't implemented the method for updating this thing on-line . . . so updates will have to await my return from holiday. Oooo, look - a comment from Rav on 24th September. Yay! Anyway, BYE!
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So . . . later that day . . . I got a train (the 16:49 . . . the only direct one that evening, I believe) from Leeds to Carnforth, where I was to meet Tarn at the, er . . . Station something pub . . . whatever.  I met my dad there as well, but that was by accident - neither of us knew the other would be there. Very odd. We had a drink of two there, and then Tarn drove us back to ********* . . . the infamous ********* Hall. This picture here is very close to where numerous 'odd' incidents have occurred (taken at 20:31 that night). I might go into detail later . . . when I have the time.
|  . . . and this is the room I slept in that night. This was taken at 21:42 and, erm . . . well, yeah - maybe it was a rather long exposure . . . 15 seconds. I don't think it goes much further than that. You can imagine trying to get to sleep and it's deadly silent . . . just the wind blowing through the trees outside, when you see the shadow of someone stop on the other side of the door . . . but there were no footsteps. The shadow moves away and you leap out of bed, pull the door open and there's no-one there . . . This is actually close to what happened that night, but maybe I just imagined it all. Tarn was downstairs, watching television or something, whilst I tried to go to sleep . . . it wasn't changes in light I was aware of . . . just the creaking of floorboards. Maybe old houses just creak like that. Over-active imagination, maybe. Anyway . . .
|   These two were taken around 5 to eleven. Tania's neighbours were away that night, and there's some kind of mutual arrangement between the two adjoining households, whereby they kind of look after each other's house . . . this also means Tarn's allowed to pop round and play pool. But before that . . . we just kind of wandered around outside. Yeah, I know - they're not brilliant pictures, but hey . . .
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So these were all taken around 11pm that night. That third picture from the left, yeah? Well, I'm not sure what's going on there . . . this is something decorative on the, er, sideboard thing. Note the curious framed affair, bearing the logo, 'Pax Per Scientam'.
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. . . so that's Tarn's dad in the first picture to the right there. At some point during our pool session, we just stopped to look at the pictures in my camera, when there was this almighty noise and the door burst open. Yes - it was Tarn's dad, trying to freak us out. It kinda worked. That last picture, the furthest right there . . . they must be part of the family living here, I'm assuming. That was taken at about quarter to twelve, I guess on our way out.
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