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fortunewindows1 · 10 months ago

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Exploring The Different Window Styles For Your Home

Windows aren’t just see-through glass frames mounted on a wall. A well-chosen window may transform a plain room into a bright and airy environment. On top of that, there are a plethora of options available, including materials, colours, designs, forms, and sizes, as well as the newest technological breakthroughs that may help create comfortable and aesthetically beautiful environments.

These window kinds form a bay-like space by projecting outwards from a wall or a room. Three angled holes with fixed picture window panes in the middle make up the overall construction. The other two windows are usually small and swing open freely. For large rooms with high ceilings, bay windows are preferred.

Sliding Windows:

Sliding windows, also known as Yorkshire sash windows, are made out of interlocking frames that can slide open to either side on a horizontal frame that is fixed. They are effectively double hung for easy access, and the framed glass allows extra light and air within. Sliding windows are typically found in modern or contemporary homes and are composed of aluminum or UPVC.

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Easy to use

• Energy efficient

• Flexible with space

• Aesthetically pleasing

• Casement windows

Such windows feature a case-like frame with its sash(es) hinged on one side to allow them to swing open like a door, as the name implies. For tall and narrow window openings, they’re a popular choice. When choosing casement windows, make sure the frames are thoroughly strengthened with reinforcing bars for added strength.

People prefer sliding windows because they are,

• Easy to use

• Allow wide-open ventilation

• Come in a variety of materials

Bay Windows:

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Extra space

• Better view

• More light and air

Tilt and Turn Windows:

These windows open inwards to provide ventilation while also shielding the interior from rain. Tilt and turn windows have a similar overall structure to casement windows, with the exception that the sash is hinged at the button rather than the sides. These windows are ideal for rooms that require some ventilation while being protected from the elements

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Security

• Ventilation

• Better View

Combination Windows:

It is a combination of casement, fixed, sliding, or swing open windows in a single frame, as the name implies. This mix, however, can be changed according to your preferences and usage. Combination windows give your living room, bedroom, or dining room a distinctive and fashionable touch by allowing you to enjoy a beautiful outside view while still making the most of the area.

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Durable

• Economical

• Easy to Maintain

Fixed Windows:

Fixed windows, as their name suggests, do not open and are simply considered as glass walls that allow you to enjoy a good outside view from your room while catching those early morning sun rays. They’re also known as picture windows, and they’re typically used in rooms with a lovely backyard view that you want to enjoy while keeping out the weather and assuring complete They’re also known as picture windows, and they’re typically used in rooms with a lovely backyard view that you want to enjoy while keeping out the weather and assuring complete security.

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Secure

• Economical

• Energy Efficient

• Un Interruted View

Single and Double-Hung Windows:

One pane of a single-hung window is fixed, while the other tilts open or slides up and down. Double-hung windows, on the other hand, have both panes movable in your desired style. Single-hung windows can have a geo shape option built into the top sash, which adds to the overall aesthetic appeal.

People prefer sliding windows because they are:

• Flexible In Design

• Low Maintenance

• Easy to Fit Any Space

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kingfisherwindow · 1 year ago

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real-jane · 3 years ago

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Stupidity or Serendipity? - chapter 5, spilled

[draco malfoy x hermione granger]

summary: the daily prophet catches wind of the budding relationship, and draco’s true reason for being in london comes to light.

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Hermione awoke to a tap of tiny talons on her bedroom window. A sleek, white owl sat on the sill just outside the antique glass with a scroll tied to its leg and a small basket clasped in its beak. Hermione blearily stumbled to the window and opened the sash. The owl allowed her to take its basket. She offered it a treat in exchange for the scroll, an apricot dandie, which was the favorite of her absent-minded owl, Demetrius. This owl was so elegant, it gave her a complex. Hermione unrolled the scroll while the beautiful owl ate its treat.

Granger,

Sue me--I can’t help myself. Here’s a spot of breakfast for you, as well as a pair of deliciously soft socks knitted by my house elf (Ermina, she is well compensated and practically raised me, don’t get your knickers in a twist), and a coin that will warm when I’m thinking of you. If you pick it up now, I imagine it will be warm already. Enjoy your day.

I miss you. I’m pathetic. I can’t help it.

Please let me know when we can go tree shopping--I will go at midnight, tonight, I don’t care. I will free up my time for you.

--The Ferret

Hermione cupped her cheeks as they turned warm. Good gods… how was she going to get through the day?

Yes--she had immensely enjoyed the last few days, more than she ever could have dreamed … but it still felt like one! Hermione couldn’t fathom how they had come together by such random happenstance and arrived here--sending and receiving tokens of affection. Bearing distance. Sending tokens. Three days , she thought. Three days and she was barmy for a man who found her entertaining and liked all the same things… shouldn’t she be elated to receive such attention?

Instead, she felt… undeserving? No… just uninteresting. Who would find her weird habits at all alluring? A bookworm homebody with no career and an ancient, molting cat. Crookshanks mewed in such a manner from his padded throne in the corner as to sound murderous.

Still, she unwrapped the ties from the basket and opened one flap. Ermina had outdone herself in terms of the socks (they were green and black cashmere, surely made from butter and clouds), and Draco had assembled a lovely breakfast--hard boiled eggs, toast, berries and jam, and yorkshire pudding, all charmed within their wrappings to remain warm. He had even enclosed them on Malfoy china--that is, white porcelain with green scrollwork, not unlike a celtic knot pattern, which was so decidedly Malfoy as to be unmistakable. It did not look like it came from the Manor. Hermione then wondered if Draco traveled with his own china. She wouldn’t put it past him! Perhaps the breakfast itself was repackaged room service from the Waldorf. Either way, it was thoughtful and… sweet.

She thought better of sending a reply; if Draco really did like her so much… he could wait for a reply. If for no other reason than that she didn’t know what to say, and perhaps having to wait would increase his delight at hearing from her again.

Instead, she dropped the coin in the pocket of her robe (it was indeed warm already) and took small pleasure in the heat of the coin against her skin. By the time she departed for her destination, it would be secured in the back pocket of her trousers. The cashmere socks were like a hug for her feet.

When Hermione arrived at The Burrow that morning, quite satiated by a Malfoy breakfast, she was thrust into the task of wrapping every single small gift that would be stuffed within the stockings of every person in attendance on Christmas Eve. Everything from decks of cards and small dice to balls of yarn and books were fair game. Molly Weasley was out with her husband shopping in Hogsmeade, while Ginny and Harry took charge of the wrapping and pie-baking.

Hermione loved that house; floors stacked upon one another, given to winding staircases and drafty rooms with the most delightful whine through the gutters when the wind blew in from the South. The Burrow was like home, but it was never to be her destined family home… no matter how much the Weasley’s still held her relationship with Ron over her head. Nevermind that they had broken up eight years prior--she had still attended Christmas every year and neither one of them had ever come with a companion. It was an unspoken agreement. They were mature enough to be in the same room, at least.

Which is why Hermione found herself panicking--why had she invited Draco to come, again? Besides being desperate to spend more time in his company. She knew that the Weasley’s would have a hard time accepting him, but… no more than stuffy Slytherins, right? Surely they had all endured enough during the war to see a redemption, and Draco Malfoy had gone above and beyond to fight for the right cause.

So. It would be fine. Wouldn’t it?

“What would your family do if I brought a date tomorrow?” Hermione asked softly, cutting a small square of paper to fit the shape of a toy broom, which rested beside a host of small gifts on the Weasley family kitchen table. Ginny turned towards her slowly with the largest grin on her face, hands covered in flour.

“Are you seeing someone?” Ginny asked, throwing her arms around Hermione’s neck and showering her in pastry. “I have been waiting for this day!” She giggled with such delight--Hermione was getting dizzy from being forcibly jumped up and down.

Hermione tapped on Ginny’s shoulder. “Okay, okay! You’re going to strangle me!” she breathed. Ginny let go enough to study her face.

“You are , aren’t you?”

“It’s very new,” Hermione admitted. Ginny squealed and clapped her hands together, releasing a cloud of particulates into the air.

“What’s going on in there?” Harry called from the den. Hermione covered Ginny’s mouth.

“I stabbed Ginny accidentally with the scissors!” Hermione replied, making it very clear to Ginny that she was not to say a word to her husband. She shook her head desperately and Ginny rolled her eyes. She pulled Hermione’s hand from her mouth.

“You know how I laugh when I’m in pain, darling!” Ginny called back to Harry. Hermione pushed her backwards towards the sink and pinned her in the corner with a pointed finger. “Okay! I won’t tell him!” Ginny conceded.

“I don’t even know if it’s a good idea to bring this… person,” Hermione whispered. Ginny swooned. “Calm down, will you?” Ginny clasped her hands over her mouth and made the sign of locking her lips with an invisible key.

“Who is it?” Ginny asked. “Bonus points if it’s not one of my brothers.”

“No,” Hermione asserted. “No Weasleys are involved.”

“Thank the gods. Witch or Wizard? Or muggle? Terrance, again?” Ginny asked, though she cringed at the mention of Terrance. Ginny had tolerated Terrance but thought him much too serious for Hermione. He didn’t like holding her hand in public. He ate herring for breakfast. He had a collection of blue cardigans. Insufferable, and absolutely unable to fathom the existence of magic.

“Wizard,” Hermione admitted. “Oh, I am already regretting telling you this…” Hermione sat down on the bench beside the kitchen table and put her head in her hands.

Ginny sat beside her. “Can I guess?” she asked.

“You can try,” Hermione said.

“Your age or older?”

“Why not younger?” Hermione asked.

Ginny scoffed. “Please, you’d never date a man you’d have to mother. That’s not a kink for you.”

“Touche,” Hermione said. “My age.”

“Gryffindor?”

“No.”

Ginny popped up off the bench and punched the air with her fists. “Haha! This is amazing.” She did a little dance and pushed herself up to sit on the counter, directly across from Hermione… who was very much on the verge of death by mortification. “What house, then?”

Hermione sighed. “If you guess right, I’ll confirm--”

“Slytherin.”

Hermione scratched the side of her nose and coughed. “Maybe.”

“Delicious!” Ginny said. “I’m assuming he or she’s successful, of course someone who defected… can’t be Malfoy, he’s been engaged to Parkinson forever , and you’d punch him right in the face if you ever saw him again.” She sighed. “This is difficult, ‘Mione! It’s not Blaise, is it?”

“No,” Hermione laughed. Thank Merlin Ginny didn’t seem to pay attention to the tabloids… now that Hermione was thinking about it, had she ever read a report about Draco breaking up with Pansy? She couldn’t think of a single article… the only reason she knew was because she had asked . Hermione had a bad feeling.

“Thank god,” Ginny said. “I had a sexy dream about Blaise after he started playing for the Cannons and I don’t think I could ever look him in the eye.” She shuddered in a way that made Hermione very glad to never have met Blaise out in the world. “Besides, I don’t think quidditch players are your type.”

“I much prefer intellectuals,” Hermione said. And former quidditch players, specifically blond-haired seekers. She took a particular kind of glee watching the gears in Ginny’s head turn but no solid answer coming to her. Ginny sighed.

“I give up,” Ginny said. “Do you think I would like this person?”

“Well,” Hermione coughed. “I do. So.”

“That’s not a ‘yes’.”

“It’s not a ‘no’ either… I just… happen to know that this person has reservations about being at someone else’s family gathering, and… I don’t think Ron would stand for it, in this case.”

“Ronald has trouble with you dating anyone , ‘Mione.”

“Yes, but… in this case…” Hermione rubbed her cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin Christmas, but he really deserves to have a nice holiday and… I don’t want to spend my holiday away from you all… and I’m probably making a bigger deal about this than I should. Maybe I just shouldn’t come at all.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ginny said gently, wrapping her arms around Hermione. “We will learn to love whomever you choose to love. You have to know that.”

Hermione breathed out slowly. “I do. I just… I know.”

Ginny kissed her cheek and left the topic alone. She could see when her dearest friend was distraught and there was a line between teasing and torture. Still… Hermione barely knew Draco Malfoy, the man whom had sent her breakfast this very morning. But she liked him. Oh… did she ever.

Could he participate in this event without discomfort? Hermione thought through it. Being accepted at the door by Molly… with… an uncomfortable handshake. Or… Draco would kiss her hand? Or hug her. No, he’d hug Hermione to his side and try to be inoffensive. And then dinner. Sitting beside Hermione, across from Ginny and Harry, at the end where they could make a break for it in the event of an outburst from Ronald. But then… the Christmas present exchange. Upwards of three hours of present opening! And not a present of his own to open! Hermione sighed.

It would not do at all. Surely he would see that.

“Hermione. Jean. Granger,” Harry said evenly, from the other room. “What in Godric Gryffindor’s name is this?”

“What’s what?” Hermione said. She was mid-way through wrapping a plasticine tiara for the smallest of Bill and Fleur’s brood.

Harry appeared in the doorway to the kitchen looking like he had been slapped. He held up a newspaper and opened it with a flourish so she could see the front page... Which was, quite artfully, displaying an array of images depicting the back of her head… as she snogged the life out of Draco Malfoy, heir of Slytherin, and ‘Betrothed of Pansy Parkinson’ in the doorway of an unassuming launderette, with the phrase “FAIRYTALE OR FARCE?” splashed over their heads.

Ginny snatched the paper out of her husband’s hands and Hermione slowly lay back on the bench, hands over her face. She let out a low, long groan, which was the sound of her soul leaving her body.

“Oh my gods! Oh, my sweet Slytherin gods!” Ginny screamed. “You look hot, Hermione!”

“Kill me!” Hermione exclaimed.

“No, this is great!”

“This--” Hermione gestured to the paper, “--could not be worse for our tenuous connection!”

“Doesn’t look tenuous,” Ginny growled, turning the paper sideways.

“Shut up!”

Harry sat down beside Hermione and patted her knees. “Hermione. Be honest. Are you… seeing M-Malfoy?” he stuttered.

Hermione sat up. “Yes,” she said plainly, pointing to the paper in Ginny’s hands. “Obviously, Harry.”

Harry shut his eyes. “Ron is going to lay an egg.”

“Maybe he doesn’t read the paper.”

“Everyone else does,” Ginny snorted. “Lavender certainly does.”

“What’s she got to do with this?” Hermione asked, looking between Harry and Ginny.

“You know he’s bringing her to Christmas,” Harry said.

Hermione’s look darkened. “I did not.”

“I’m going to clobber him!” Harry said. “He was supposed to tell you, Hermione, I swear.”

“Well then!” Hermione said, standing. She ripped the paper out of Ginny’s hands and looked the article over. “If Draco decides he wants to come--which he has not confirmed or denied--then Ronald can find out when we show up! As for the rest of the world…” She stopped, seeing the way Draco smiled against her lips in the photo on endless loop. “I’m glad they know. I’m not ashamed! He is… so different,” she insisted. “And why should I care that the… first time… we ever kissed is being witnessed by every witch or wizard with vision keen enough to see their Prophets this morning? Why should that bother me? Because it doesn’t. Because... Because!”

Hermione stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room, where she settled herself on the window seat behind a wall made of scandalous pages. She scoured the article (which was written by none other than Rita Skeeter herself), which read thus:

FAIRYTALE OR FARCE?

What a to-do, dear readers! Just this evening, the silver Snake of Slytherin himself was seen entering the snug at the Leaky Cauldron with a mysterious witch, who turned out to be none other than the Golden Girl herself--Hermione Granger!

What appeared to be just a friendly, private tea turned out to be a hidden snogging session in the secret passages of a muggle London alleyway. The kisses went on and on so long that our reporter could not be certain just how long--except that they disapparated together from that spot (pictured).

No comment yet from the Parkinson camp, but we can expect that Pansy will not be pleased to see her fiance in the arms of another woman--and a Ministry darling at that!

Is it love? Have the walls of the Great War finally been demolished by a kiss? Only time will tell for certain. All we can say is that the images of their connection have stirred our interest! Stay tuned for what we hope will be exclusive news of the Wizarding world’s newest, brightest power couple!

Hermione scowled. “How dare that poisonous witch,” she muttered. Then, she realized… Draco was staying at The Waldorf. Despite the fact that he had access to his own owl, he wouldn’t be receiving a Prophet delivery, by nature of their rules against delivering to muggle places of business. He would have no idea that they were featured prominently on the cover.

But what did Skeeter mean by mentioning Pansy Parkinson? Were they not broken off? Had Draco broken it off, or Pansy? And why hadn't they made a statement to the media, given just how public their original engagement was?

She just… had to tell him. In person. They had to talk about Pansy. In case it influenced his decision for Christmas.

Hermione folded the paper inside-out so the photos were hidden, in case she wound up somewhere muggles could see. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

“Hermione? Are you alright?” Ginny called from the kitchen.

“See you tomorrow!” Hermione replied. She threw the floo powder down and the flames turned green. She wasn’t certain it would work, but it was worth a try. “Draco Malfoy’s room, The Waldorf Hotel!” she exclaimed.

A moment later, she was projected out into a crisp, white room with a jolt. She caught herself on an armchair and the hand of the Slytherin prince himself, who was sat in that very chair with a book and a cup of tea. She blushed and hastily produced the Prophet, before sitting on the carpet cross-legged.

“Hello, little soot fae,” he said fondly, though he was obviously surprised to see her. “What have you brought me, eh?” He unfurled the paper that she had provided. “Good lord,” he breathed, coughing into his hand. Hermione covered her face and laid back on the carpet.

“Is it awful?” she asked softly.

“Awful? Why… no,” he said, chuckling. Hermione peered up at him through her fingers. He was blushing, but he was also filled with some sort of odd… joy. “I think it’s a very accurate representation of what occurred in the moment, which I did not and do not , in any way, regret.” Draco held a hand out to her and she grasped it readily. He pulled her up to him. “Were you afraid I would be embarrassed?” he asked, cupping her cheeks. Hermione nodded.

“How could you not be?”

“Are you serious?” he asked incredulously. “Hermione, do you not see how much I like you? Supposing that you’ve still got the coin… do you not feel it?”

The little golden coin warmed once again in her back pocket as he mentioned it. Hermione closed her eyes and breathed out. She buried herself in the comfort of his shoulder. “But now everyone in the entire world knows. It doesn’t just belong to… us.” Draco hugged her.

“I admit that it I have been… knocked on my arse by our connection,” he said,” both literally and figuratively.” Hermione laughed. “And I would never have sought out a front page advertisement of that revelation,” he said, urging her to sit up so he could look at her. “But as it is… and as it appears in these pictures… I do not mind it at all.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"Draco... why does Rita Skeeter mention Pansy?" she asked softly. "Haven't you been broken up for six months?"

He sighed. "Yes. Firmly parted, though it took a few months for Pansy to finally give up," he admitted. "I'm sorry that my past was dragged up in the article."

"But it's not past, is it? You just bought back the fake ring, and the Prophet seems to think you're still engaged--"

"If you must know," he said, sitting her on his knee, "it was a condition of our families' contract that we keep our arrangement out of the press... regardless of whether or not the marriage takes place. And what's more... as I was the one who broke the engagement, I have been made to suffer the consequences."

"Which are?" Hermione peeped. Draco looked down and smoothed the fabric of her trousers.

"The Manor belongs to the Parkinson's now, by right, and I... do not have a home, other than my office in Oxford," he said plainly, "which I have not seen in many months. I am compelled to remain within muggle London, and stay out of wizarding London for a period of five years, or until such time as Pansy or myself marries another. I've had to transfer to working remotely from this suite. I am in London because I have to be." He laughed sadly. "I have been idling away in the city for six months, dreaming of Mallorca. I think I've been to the British museum thirty times. I can only go into The Leaky Cauldron because Pansy won't go there, so it was her one concession. Never sign a prenuptial agreement, Granger. Especially if you don't love the bride to begin with."

Hermione couldn’t help but incline her head up to kiss him. Draco kept it short and sweet, but he kissed her forehead. “So, I unfortunately, physically, cannot attend Christmas Eve at the Weasels, no matter how much I wish to spend time with you.”

“Oh bollocks,” she said. "I'm so sorry Draco."

"C'est la vie," he said. "At least it meant I ran into you."

“It will be torture without you tomorrow, especially now.

“I understand the feeling,” he shrugged. “Meantime… enough of my pity party. What are you doing the rest of today? Back to the Weasley den?”

She shook her head. “No, definitely not.”

“Well… if you’re up for it, I’d like to make good on my promise to get you a Christmas tree for your apartment. Maybe even decorate it with you. I’ve never had the pleasure, myself.”

Hermione clapped her hands together. “Fortunately for you, I live in muggle London.”

“That is... fantastic news," he grinned.

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The Ship Inn Mere by Richard Walker Via Flickr: 6/13 Old Ship Hotel (formerly 6.1.65 listed as The Ship Inn, Free House) GV II* House, (was a hotel and now converted into apartments). 1711 by Henry Andrews of Woodlands (q.v.), replacing earlier house of C17; some later refenestration and extension. Coursed squared limestone, flush ashlar quoins and dressings; back mainly in rubble, some rendering. roof stone slate to front slope, mainly plain tile to back but with 5 courses stone slate at eaves; wing has concrete double roman tiles. A handsome wide frontage at street line with wide central carriage way; to right the principal rooms and main staircase, and deep wing projecting back from this side. Two storeys and attics, 7 bay symmetrical front; at ground floor are three 24-pane, sashes, then, right of throughway a 24-pane sash, an 8-pane above a disused door with 25-pane top glazed part and a C20 horizontal 15-light. First floor has 7 two-light stone cyma mullioned casements with transome and small-scale leading; numbers 3-6 seem to be careful replacements of originals; there are 5 roof-lights in the plane of the roof. Centrally is a wide through- way with chamfered arch to imposts and pilasters beneath a cyma-moulded string the full width of the front, above the sashes and raised over the arch; chamfered plinth dies to rise in pavement left; two-course stepped stone eaves cornice; two large brick stacks to hipped roof. Back has varied fenestration, including one wood cross-window with some leading. Inside the throughway, left and right are 6-panel doors in eaves moulded architraves and to broken segmental pediments with central base formerly supporting finials. A further panelled door on right side, and a 2-light Yorkshire sash and 3-light glazing bar casements. Interior has in right half, grand dog-leg stair through 2 floors, with heavy handrail, square newels and turned balusters. Ground floor front, right has a fireplace with heavy bolection mould surround and under Jacobean panelling; behind this, in bar, an early C18 bolection mould fire surround under heavy Jacobean overmantel to C20 mantel shelf; central painting of Charles II Some upper rooms with enriched plaster cornices. The external wrought iron sign probably by Kingston Avery in mid C18 is large and of great elaboration. Formerly on main London to West Country route (old A303) now by-passed

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jordyjensen · 6 years ago

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Some shit that either might be going down or i’m mad. Either way i’m creeped and intrigued at the same time.

Since at least 2013 I’ve been experiencing visitations by an entity known as the hatman.(The hatman is an entity known to cause night terrors and sleep paralysis, To me he appears as a tall man in a cloak and a stetson style hat.

He is blacker than anything it’s like looking at a black hole. he has no features that I can see, just darkness that light cannot seem to penetrate). Most of the visitations consisted of repeated nightmares of the same locations, but where the conversations would be different. It would I would either be in what to me felt like a run down hospital, or an underground carpark, hospital stairwell kind of setting. Or in a dismal academia type of setting. It always felt dreary and uninviting. Like I just had to find my way out of there. Aware somehow, in the back of my mind- that the hat man was watching and waiting to corner me. And when he did, He would talk. I would hear him/feel his words in my head and my bones, But he never physically spoke. I could understand him but it never makes sense and I can never remember what it is he actually said. Its weird. There is this overwhelming sense of dread. Like nothing I’ve ever felt or encountered. Then theres the sleep paralysis.

I ignored itto begin with, As I had- at that moment in time been going through some turmoil in my life (abusive partner, drug addiction)- But he didn’t stop when I left that relationship, and it didn’t stop during subsequent ones either, It didn’t stop when I stopped drug use. Infact- it intensified, and people around me were starting to experience things too. Especially those people who at first had told me ‘’it’s all in your head’’ and ‘’Don’t worry, it’s not real- it’s just the drugs’’. They started seeing it too, I would see it while I was awake sometimes. That was the worst because I couldn’t just put it down to tiredness or being a nightmare anymore. However, For the last I’d say about 3 years- His ‘’visits’’ have lessened. and in their place is another one (Or even the same one, but this time choosing to appear differently- I have no idea if it’s the same entity or another one...all I know is they don’t seem to be around at the same time- hence the conclusion they might possibly be the same entity). Anyway-

The second entity I am about to tell you about now, began making appearances around 3 years ago, Like the first entity- it started with unpleasant reoccurring dreams.

In the very first appearance I can remember- It seemed very early morning, around dawn, the sky was grey- and I became aware of a tapping at the door, I answered the door to find nothing, So puzzled- I stepped out onto the top step. Our house is situated on a hill and overlooking fields and valleys. It is a really pretty view from the front of the house. Anyway, Standing in the drive at the bottom of the stairs is a man. He’s dirty, dishevelled and the easiest way to describe his appearance is wild, birdlike. Almost native american in the way he’s decoraed with feathers and whatnot, But he has feathers growing out of his flesh. In the dream I asked him something along the lines of who are you? can I help you with something? I don’t remember anything he said, but I do remember him suddenly grabbing a hold of me and taking off into the sky, like literally jumping on the spot but instead of coming back down, continuing up into the sky, the speed and air made my eyes sting and water and my stomach was feeling like it was about to fall out of my arse. Then for some reason were standing on a pylon, just overlooking the scenery for miles. I remember nothing of what we talked about. I do remember asking his name and he brushed it off but I felt strognly it was connected to the letter ‘’M’’. of course I brushed this of as a bizzaro dream and in honesty, was just happy to have a less scary dream than the ones i was used to with the hat man!.

Now this is where things get odd, I notice when I wake up there is a big crow making a right racket outside the bedroom window. and it’s windy as FUCK. Pretty soon I begin to notice lots of odd things, crows and ravens turning up all the time whether it be on tv, in magazines, books, In these dreams Nothing particularly awful seemed to happen, it was more a sense of uncertainty or worry, The best way to describe this feeling is to think of being in this scenario: You’re a very anxious person, very socially awkward and you don’t have many friends or family, the only person you really see or talk to is your spouse, you have agoraphobia as a result of the social anxiety so don’t go out much...However, You find yourself in a nice quaint little seaside town- granted it’s the middle of winter, pissing it down with rain and always near dark. You struggle up a long, steep hill to a run down hotel/bar- everyone in there seems to look at you as if they know you and all of them beckoning you to join them and drink with them, but you become aware of your spouses sudden absence, S/he has everything, the house-keys, the money ect ect, and quite frankly you are like a frightened child w/o them....You are trying desperately to think where they might have gotten to, you rush around hoping to see them or someone you recognise but everyone is in your way or trying to engage you in conversation. Imagine that kind of feeling.

Anyway in the dreams, There is often a backdrop of said seafront, stormy seas, rocks, There is a narrow walk way leading down at the side where the sea goes off into sort of a stream down a hill, Just off the main promenade/road where all the little tea rooms and gift shops are located.

The hotel is OLLLLLD and completely in need of refurbishment, it’s falling apart, dirty brown net curtains that were obviously once white or cream, The rooms have peeling wallpaper, ancient furniture, they look like they were decorated in the 60′s but never maintained.

The streets are very narrow and the buildings are tall, old-fashioned English seaside style buildings (in the dreams, Not where I live-there is no sea or sand around my gaff) Also- I haven’t mentioned this, as not sure if it’s important/relevant to the happenings since I’ve read other peoples similar accounts and they are living allll over the globe, but just in case it has any relevance I live in England, Yorkshire if you want to be really precise)

In the first dreams, I would become aware of a crow or raven that would always be near by, it would always be crowing. In later dreams, it would be that I would feel compelled to open up one of the dirty, sash windows and there would be a crow perched directly on the opposite building on the window ledge, an it would always fly straight towards my window, sometimes I would hasten to close it before the bird can get in and it will peck and scratch at he glass all the while crowing it’s head off, In others i would be amused by the bird coming over and it would get inside the window, where it would fly around madly and fly at me (obviously this would always shit me the fuck up in the dream enough to actually wake me up in the real world)

In Later dreams, he appears like the dishevelled man from the first dream, sitting down in chairs in what appears to be a crap little pub, the kind that you find in the arse end of nowhere (where its only usual customers are people similar in looks and personality to Claude Greengrass off heartbeat and Shadrach off emmerdale) Its like he would be wanting me to join him but i’d always feel a sense of No man what the hell? You scare the living fuck out of me for no reason and then offer me a drink? No mate- think i’ll pass’’. I would always immediatly wake up from these dreams, to find in reality, the big crow ever present outside, ever shouting away to himself day or night, rain,shine,snow or gale (though mostly gale i’ve noticed) (Over the last 3 years I’ve started to recognize and become familiar with this particular crows call and recognize it over other crows) It’s always super windy too, like gail force windy when that crow is about. Wether it be summer or winter. Midnight or lunchtime.

Then by chance I heard mention of the valravn. And that then led me on to Malphas. I have the really strong pull towards the name Malphas. I think this could potentially be the (or at least one of) the entities I’m dealing with.

I don’t know why, I can’t think of a reason for it to be him as I’ve certainly not invoked any demons (at least not knowingly) Or even tried to. I’m not the sort of person who would have balls enough to go messing with things I don’t understand completely).

I’ve today discovered other people who have had similar accounts of Malphas (and the hatman) and it is for these reasons I am somewhat open to the idea that these might not just be dreams. This shit might have actually gotten real.

Recently Malphas has been pretty relentless, And the most recent dream was the most disturbing one yet. In this dream he appears, beckoning to me as usual, with a friendly ‘’It’s ok, i’m your friend’’ look. But getting closer I become aware he is surrounded by a massive group of crows/ravens all of them seemed to be attached to him at the waist by black cords that seemed to be made of a similar black matter that the hatman appears to be made of like a black,shadow like matter. The birds were flapping wildly to escape their bonds, screaming a hellish murder. all the while Malphas seemed to be loving every moment of it. I woke up again, to the crow outside screaming as per, with gale force winds rattling through the house.

At this point i’m wondering what the deal is, what I’ve done to both anger this guy and cause him to relentlessly stalk my waking and sleeping lives.

Why did he even get involved in the first place?

I might get answers in later days, or I might just get sicker until I die and my soul is claimed to an eternity of terror and torment. Who the fuck knows? Not fucking me!.

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