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Why Should I Die - Chapters 1 Through 8

 Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8My story about time traveland what happens if you change a single thing.
 This is,Days Are Long But The Years Fly ByJim Hauenstein And, “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
- Oscar Wilde - 
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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 6

  I didn't want to wait for Daryl to come back home and we would start arguing all over again. So after I hear the apartment door slam I immediately pack a few things, order a ride-share, and leave for my mother's house.  When I arrive, I use my key to let myself in. I thought I would have to be very quiet when I entered the house and in the morning explain to Mom why I came over. But I find her sitting in the living room listening to her old Haitian kompa records, sipping on a glass red wine.
  "Hi dear," she happily greets me. "There is some of your favorite juice in the fridge. Pour yourself a glass and come over here and sit by me." She is saying while patting the middle cushion on the couch. "We need to talk."  Great, I'm thinking. First my husband starts acting strange and now my mother.  I get a glass, fill it with ice from the dispenser and open the fridge. It's packed full.  "Mom, are you planning on having a party or something? What's with all this food?" Before she can answer I add, "Do you mind if I eat something? I'm starving."  "Go ahead dear. I had all the food delivered this morning with the anticipation of your arrival today."  This angered me. I storm back into the living room and ask my mother, "Did Daryl call you and tell you we were having marital problems that son-of-a-bitch?"  I was expecting a yes answer from her so I was steaming mad. I knew deep down that my anger isn't because of Mom, even though I am taking it out on her right now, it just that Daryl had some nerve telling my mother about our marriage problems before we had a chance to talk things out between us. And worst, Mom didn't even call me to let me know what he had said.  "Settle down dear." she calmly says. "Daryl hasn't said a word to me. If I can help it, I would never like to talk to him at all now that he has changed."  This throws me for a loop. "What?" is all I can say while wondering what is happening.   Mom stands up, tells me to sit down, and says she will be right back with a bowl of joumou.   I eat a couple of spoonfuls of the soup and look to my Mom confused. "What do you mean by Daryl has changed?"
   "Let's just relax a few minutes and listen to my Tanbou Toujou Lou album while you finish your soup. We'll have plenty of time to talk after your stomach is full." She says smiling calmly. "Besides, too much excitement can't be healthy for the baby."This is,Looking For A Publisher If Any one Knows One :)Jim Hauenstein
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“Haiti où la négritude se mit debout pour la première fois et dit qu'elle croyait à son humanité.”- Aimé Césaire -"Haiti, where blackness stood up for the first time and says it believed in its humanity."
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Kompa - Traditionally, the main music genre in HaitiJoumou - a mildly spiced pumpkin soupTanbou Toujou Lou - an album of Meringue, Kompa Kreyol, Vodou Jazz & Electric Folklore music from Haiti 1960 - 1981 Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1 Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4Twin Eidolons - Chapter 5
 

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“If you want to change your story, you have to go back to the beginning and change the script”
- Kimmy Seltzer -

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Told To Me By The Buddha Himself

I need to make room for more stories on my blog.It's getting kind of crowded around here.I will be continuing with the story of the
Twin Eidolonsright after this blog gets a new look.Thanks for understanding.*****And The Pursuit Of Happiness AngerBack In The Dark AgesBe ImportantChoicesI'm Going To Start A Religion All My Own, And You're Invited To Join! I Have A TheoryIt Takes Up All Your Precious Time!Motivate YourselfMy GrandfatherOne Small Step For Man, And A Giant Leap For MankindOne Step FurtherOnly The Beginning Of ExistenceThe Grey Time TravelThe Kind Of Stuff I Think AboutThis Is A Little TidbitThis Is It!What Can I SayWhy The Tardis Is The Perfect Spacetime Machine This is,This Place Needs A MakeoverJim Hauenstein
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- The Buddha -
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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 5

  "I think we can get at least an extra twenty-five thousand dollars from all the old junk laying around that dump," my husband Daryl tells me excitedly. After we are alone in our apartment. "I'm sure your Mom won't care about anything in there since she seemed pretty spooked this morning about the house being cursed."   "I still want my mother to have a look at everything before we do anything with it," I tell him. "She might want some old photos or paintings or, I don't know, maybe we will find a musical box she would always tell about when I was a child."
  "Fine," he says a little disappointed. It looked like he was going to stamp his foot in a childish way but thinks better of it. "Your Mom can go through all the stuff and keep whatever she wants. We'll get it all back when she dies anyways."  "What the hell is wrong with you lately?" I scream at him. "Ever since you found out that Mom was giving us that house you been acting inconsiderate, selfish, and at times, morbid. Why didn't I seen this side of you before I married you?"
  "Oh come on babe." he tries calming me down with his baby talk. "You always believed me when I told I was going to be somebody someday. That I was going to be rich and famous and we would live happily ever after. Now I have a chance for riches to come my way first."  "Well, I thought your dreaming was endearing to me at the time." I tell him. "That you would eventually grow out it and become a sensible provider and in that way, we would live happily ever after."  Daryl just stands there in front of me quit and confused. Then I see the rage behind his eyes increase and hear the crescendo in his voice as he says. "Childish dreaming? Endearing? You thought of me as a little kid? Someone to take pity on?" He puts his face a centimeter away from mine and says in a tight-lipped way, "Do you have some kind of savior complex and that you were going to change me? To make me a better person under your idea of the perfect man?"  He was really scaring me. I swung to slap his face but Daryl caught my arm before I hit him. He starts squeezing hard. "Your hurting me," I wail and he lets go of my arm.  I run into the bedroom and slam the door crying. I then hear the apartment's front door slam shut and I know I am alone. Alone to cry.
This is,A Continuing Story And If You Just Started Reading ItHere Are The Links To The First Four ChaptersJim Hauenstein Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1 Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4 And, “Because a ballerina resembles a tear…”
- Luis García Montero -
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A True Life Story Of The Internet

Hi everyone.It feels good to be back and typing away at my computer.I know I promised that I would be continuing with my story the"Twin Eidolons"this weekend but a funny thing happened to me on my way to the world wide web as it was once called. First a little background about me.I have been called cheap by my wife and kids over the years by being frugal.It has everything to do with me having grandparents living through theGreat Depressionand father being raised during that time.My kids say that I have embarrassed them on more than one occasion when I check my receipt in the car from the store I was just in.If I see anything I disagree with,I go back inside and talk to the manager.It happened to me a fortnight ago when I bought some sandwiches from the grocery store called Barons.
A great place I should add.I get back to my car,find that I was charged an extra dollar on my bill,and immediately go back inside.I mentioned in my last post that our internet service was down since Tuesday morning and that we had a scheduled appointment for Thursday afternoon to have it fixed.On the day of our appointment,before the technician arrived at our house,I called customer service to get a refund for the three days we were down.I can be very convincing when I need to be and got a $6 credit on my bill.Here's the funny part.My daughter uses our garage to play herVR Gamesso she has more room to jump around and wave her arms.The problem is,there are not enough electrical plugs for all the equipment she uses.On Sunday she found a plug that she thought didn't go to anything important and unplugged it.After two days the backup battery on the modem on the inside of the garage goes dead and we have no internet.This is the device that hookups to the fiber optics from the street and not the router inside the house.
So when the technician arrives,he checks all the equipment and finds nothing wrong.He then follows the power cord and finds it unplugged.To make this long story shorter and under a hour of reading time,we have internet service in five minutes.Since it was no fault of the providers equipment,we get charged an $89 dollar service fee!
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“There was no downtime between calls, because there were always several hundred morons in the call queue, all of them willing to wait on hold for hours to have a tech rep hold their hand and fix their problem. Why bother looking up the solution online? Why try to figure the problem out on your own when you could have someone else do your thinking for you?”
- Ernest Cline -

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I'll Be Seeing You! I'm not really mad and the whole family had a good laugh at my expense.Get it?Expense?Wow,tough crowd.

Internet Is Down

I am typing this on my cellphone to let everyone know that my internet is not working. Frontier is the provider I use and I will never recommend their services. I can only judge what is happening in my area but the internet goes down at least once every two months. I will be looking into other providers soon. A technician is coming tomorrow afternoon so I should have the next part of my story by Saturday. Thank you for your patience and I will be seeing you soon!

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4

   One spirit appears on the first landing of the staircase as the other turns around, away from the oak door and looks up.   "You're acting strange today sister." Mirlande says to Widelene. "Why would you help a complete stranger leave the house when you spent everyday torturing your little brother and never let him go outside while he was alive?"   "First of all," Widelene answers sardonically. "Do you feel our brother's presence in the house any longer? No you don't. Because he got to move on while we are stuck here for all eternity. Or, until the curse sends us to Hell for our father's sins. It's just not fair."   Though the living see spirits as a grayish haze when they manifest, Mirlande sees her twin as she once was. She is seeing the anger and hatred her sister has for all living creatures build on her face.   "Second of all," Widelene yells at her sister. "While you were following the husband around, I found out that the wife is pregnant." After a large smile slowly crosses Widelene's face, she starts laughing maniacally and says. "I will have that child for my own. I will mentally and physically torture it until the day it dies."   "Jean-Claude did not deserve your scorn and neither will this child." Mirlande says with definition. "Our father and mother are the ones you should blame. Not every living soul. They are the ones who stole all that gourde from the people of Pétion-Ville. People who trusted them with their lives."   "I am so sorry sister," Widelene pleads apologetically. Then, with a quick reversal of attitude, she swoops up the stairs inches from Mirlande's face and adds screaming, "Oh wait. I cannot take revenge on our parents because I do not feel their presence in the house either! They both have moved on while I wither away here with you, my sister. I can only hope that they both descended into Hell for what they have done to us!"   Mirlande shakes her ghostly head back and forth while feeling sorry for her. "Dear sister. I already know that I can move on because I have asked for forgiveness and have released myself of hate. I am only here because I believe you can be forgiven too! All you have to do is leave the hate behind."   Widelene's face has a look of disbelief. She floats through the wall behind her into another part of the mansion leaving her sister alone. In the farthest room from the stairs, Widelene looks out the window wishing she could feel ground under her feet. Wishing she could just go outside without fighting the evening winds from floating her away from the only place she has ever known.
   After a few minutes of silence, through the structure of the house, Mirlande hears her twin say loudly, "Go. What do I care? I have a new playmate moving in soon. To do with, whatever I want." A shrilling laugh reverberates down to the very foundation. "I believe sister, that the child and I will become good friends for the next fifty years or so."
To Be Continued..... This is,When We Are Small Children We See Ghosts!Some Say They Are Guardian Angles,Some Say It Is An Apparition Of A Relative,The Rest Say,Stop Believing Or People Will Think You Are Crazy!Jim Hauenstein And, That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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I'll Be Seeing You!  Gourde - the national currency for the Republic of Haiti Pétion-Ville - one of the wealthiest cities in Haiti
  

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3

  "Dear, I think I'm going to sit in the car with my mom," I yell up the staircase, hoping my husband can hear me. "My feet ache and I think the baby showed his disapproval of me trying to run up the stairs by kicking extra hard just now."  Not hearing a word from him, I turn around to leave and that cold feeling rushes through me again. The heavy oak front door creaks slightly open and I hurriedly walk outside, pulling it tightly shut. We need to do something about that cold draft before the baby is born, I was thinking before sitting in the front passenger's seat.
  It takes about an half hour before my husband gets back into the car and starts rattling off, "There is a lot of old stuff inside the mansion. I think the first thing we should do is have everything put in storage before it gets stolen by looters. We can have it all evaluated later. I'll call around as soon as we get back to the apartment for containers and movers."  "We can't be spending a lot of money all at once," my mother warns. "It's cursed and we don't know what could happen to us."  With mom sitting in the back seat, she can't see the flash of anger which crosses over my husband's face. Thankfully, he recovers quickly enough.   "Don't worry Mother," my husband says eerily, while looking at her through the rear view mirror. "I'm sure I can find something I can afford since in a couple of months I won't be paying rent any longer." Smiling into the mirror now he continues. "As long as you can get the construction workers out here after the place is emptied out."  "I have my own savings for that," she replies. "The only bit of blood I am going to use is to pay for the lawyers to set up the trust fund for my daughter."  I know it bothers my husband when mom says the trust fund is going to be in my name only. So I look at his face for that spark of anger again. But the expression I see on his face now is even much worse. It's an intensely gleaming, almost insanely, smile. Which scares me even more.  "You should get that done right away Mother," he says breaking the awkward silence. "God forbid it's not finished and something should happened to you."  I begin protesting his heartlessness when my mother sheiks again. "What is it?" I ask her.  "I saw something open the front door."  I try calming her down by saying how it probably wasn't closed properly. I tell her what happened to me earlier, before I came out to the car.  "No, I saw something," she states flatly.  "Don't worry mother. I'll go close it." My husband then jumps out of the car, rushes up to the mansion's front door and slams it shut. Using the key to make sure it's lock tight this time.  My mother says to me while we are still alone, "I'm never coming here again." Before my husband reaches the car she adds, "I don't think you should live here either."
To Be Continued..... 
This is,I Might Have To Turn This Into A Weekly Serial Because I Can Tell This Story Is Going To Take Longer Than A Week To FinishJim Hauenstein
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“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.”
- Emily Dickinson -

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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2

In this chapter I use a couple of Haitian Creole words since the family ancestry is from Haiti. If you do not understand one of those words there are definitions at the bottom. Thank You***** 
  "Mom, what are you talking about?" I ask her. "Why haven't I ever heard about these twins before?"  "Because of the curse," she utters, while looking around to see if someone is listening. "After brutally killing the twins, this Haitian man went after your great grandfather Louis. But Louis already had his pistol in hand and shot him. The man didn't die right away. Asked why he did it, he said Louis had stolen all of his family money, leaving them desolate. Most of his family starved to death when the monsoons came. Then, with his last dying breath, he put a curse on our family. Saying the twins could never leave this house and find peace in heaven. Also, the Beauvais family must always live in the house, never returning to Haiti, or the twins would descend into hell to pay for Louis's sins!"  My husband, not overly distraught by the news, chuckled under his breath and asks, "Do you mean like a voodoo curse?"  "Do not joke about such things," Mother scolds him. "My Manman told me many stories about the local Mambo in her village and how she cursed people to have their fingernails and hair fall out. While still others, became zombies to do the bidding of the Mambo!"  "Mom," I butted in. "You were born here. You never even set foot in Haiti. How can you believe in this voodoo stuff?"  She looks at me seriously. Takes a deep breath and almost whispers, "Because of the curse. I was never allowed to see my Manman's home."  Then she tries backing out the door without looking behind her. But I grab her arm before she can escape. She knows I need more answers. So she says, "I do not believe my Manman would lie to me. She taught me spells and charms to ward off the evil that could be coming to attack our family. This is why I am setting up a trust fund for you. She said that the blood money Jean-Claude had, also carries the curse with it. He never spent much of it. If you use a little bit at a time, the curse on it is weak."  I let go of her arm and watch her go outside to sit in the car. Before opening the door, she makes the sign of the cross, then silently slips inside.  "Well, that was pretty funny," my husband says. "I didn't realize how superstitious your mom is. Believing all that mumbo jumbo."  "Maybe I should go see if see is okay?" I say worriedly.
  "Don't be ridiculous," he tells me chuckling. "She is probably in the car right now praying, holding onto some kind of talisman, wiping grey ash all over her face, and talking in tongue."
  I look at him frustrated and say. "It's called, Speaking in Tongues."  "Oh, sorryeee!" he says sarcastically. Grabbing my hand he pulls me towards the staircase and says, "Let's go see what's upstairs first."  He is pulling hard enough for us to have to take two steps up at a time. I yell, "Let go of my hand. I'm pregnant!"  He releases me. But like a kid in a candy store he continues on his way without me. Jumping up two steps at a time, reaches the first landing, turns right, and jumps out of sight.  Standing there alone, I try slowing my heartbeat.
  "All this excitement can't be good for my baby," I say out loud hoping my husband can hear me. But just like him he pretends he doesn't hear or he doesn't care. "What am I doing here?"  Then a cold feeling rushes over me, no through me, as a mist takes an oval shape a couple of stairs up. It looks as if it is turning around to look at me when, poof! It disappears as my husband asks, "Are you coming?"
  To Be Continued.....
This is,The Assumed Novella Length Is Beginning To Look Like Novel Length
Jim Hauenstein
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"Les loas sont les dieux des nègres d’Afrique. Dieu est universel. Les loas se vengent de la désertion des nègres car ils ont été esclaves et persécutés et que le vaudou sera, un jour, leur point de ralliement"- Marie Vieux-Chauvet -  That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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I'll Be Seeing You!  Manman - MotherMambo - Voodoo PriestessLoas - The Loa are the spirits of Haitian and Louisiana Voodoo