At quarter to nine we arrive at the airport. Our flight leaves at quarter past nine, so we still have half an hour to board. As we have no luggage, we can go straight to the boarding area.
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About fifteen minutes later, we are sitting in our respective seats on the plane. I am a bit nervous about meeting Markus Krause because I do not know how he will be. Is he going to be friendly or unfriendly? Nice or scary? Open-minded or narrow-minded? Cheerful or gloomy? Warm or cold? Cooperative or uncooperative? Emotionally unstable or emotionally stable?
These thoughts swirl around in my head throughout the entire flight and I am not even aware that we have landed until Jay gives me a gentle nudge to bring me back to earth.
"Are you coming?" I nod at him and quickly follow both of them and the rest of the people out of the plane and into the airport.
"Okay, lets see, we need to find a cab." Cedric starts looking around for some sort of clue as to where we need to go. Then he walks over to the information desk at the other end of the airport, with us following closely behind.
"Excuse me, where can we get a cab?" he asks the lady behind the desk. "Just head to the front of the airport, then make a left and you will be able to see the cab stand," she explains, smiling at him.
"Thank you so much," he answers and smiles back at her.
We then make our way to where the woman said the cabs would be and get into the first one.
"Hallo, wo soll es hin gehen?" the cab driver looks at us, waiting for one of us to answer.
But we all just stare at him with blank expressions, without a clue as to what he has just said.
"English?" he asks carefully, with a terrible accent.
We all nod immediately, happy to have understood that.
"Okay, good... Where... you... go?" he stammers but looks sort of pleased to have managed a whole sentence.
"We need to go to this address," Cedric hands him a piece of paper with an address on it and points to the address, unsure if the driver has understood him.
"No problem," the driver answers, still in a terrible English.
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Roughly fifteen minutes later, we arrive at our destination. Cedric hands the driver 28 euros and tells him to keep the change. I only just realised that I had never even seen him change any money at the airport.
"Where did you get the money from," I ask him, as we get out of the cab.
"I got it from the bank this morning, back in Aberystwyth, while you were still asleep," he laughs.
I decide to ignore his sarcastic tone.
Now we are standing in front of a huge house. In front of the house is a big sign with the inscription Haus Fürstwall.
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Living a Nightmare
ParanormalEver imagined living in a haunted house? Like the ones you see on TV? Or the ones you have maybe read in a book before. Like a good Stephen King story that will make you shiver, just by reading the pages. No? Well, me neither... But let me tell you...
