The House.

Daimon steps through the door to his new house. It was to be his first, well as he was living alone, until he graduated from school. Looking at it, he realised that when dad said, "minimal", he meant it. Just from standing inside the door, it still open, there was a fride, counters, a single TV that didn't even look like it was new, hand-me-down couch, and cheap paintings on the wall. "Maybe there's more," he thought as he continued through the room. The walls were white, while the floors were a light-brown wood. Not his style, but paint could be bought. He closed the door behind him, and looked inside the fridge for something to eat, after all, he was a bit hungry.

"Hmph," he said with a slam of the fride door, a bit disturbed at tthe way his father decided to have a joke. The shopping list he made when he was around 5 was plastered on the fridge door. It read, "Bacon, eggs, milk, water, and ummm......3 lunchables." Maybe enough to get him past 3 or 4 days, just maybe. As he rested his arms at the semi-marble(ish?) counter he looked out the window. It was a bright day, all warm and sunny, with only a few clouds to splotch the sky with. It seemed to look like something you would see on a postcard.

Realizing that he still had his suitcases with him, he decided to head to his room, conviently, he had a map with him. Crudely drawn, of course.


Going down to the left hallway, it was much darker, but you could still see the light eminating from the main room. The bedroom was placed near the bathroom, but there seemed no way to go between the two withought going through the halllway. Inside, there was only one window that only faced the sun near dusk. It had a dark blue drape placed around it, that could possibly block most of the light.

The room had a bed, Queen-sized, dark blue covers also, white carpet, a closet, wardrobe, "And most importantly," Daimon thought, a computer. Upper lift cornor next to the bed and below left the window. Everything from there to the other-side of the room, the closet, was empty. He slowly started to unpack his clothes one by one and place in in either. Whichever one fitted the clotes the best. It took awhile, and Daimon quickly became bored, but continued to go on through with it. There were only two cases anyways.

Then after he was done, with a great sigh, he jumped into the bed to lay there, messing up the sheets with a pillow on his head. There was a desk by the bed with a standard digital clock, it read 4:00 PM. Not time to relax just yet, still had to see what else there was. He pulled out the "treasure" map and looked. Backyard, spare, and work room. This time, he walked into the backyard.

It was accross the hall, where the wooden floors met a patio of some sorts. It had a lawn chair, and a fairly green one with a single tree in the back. Wasn't that big of one, but atleast it had a fence. Going back through the sliding glass doors he used to go there, he headed around 5 feet to the spare room.

One window, seemed to be fairly small, around 5x5 of his wardrobes with one rectangle window on the other side of it near the top, he slowly closed the door to that room. It seemed to give Daimon the chills for some odd reason. Now was the work room, it was, too, empty. A giant room, almost as big as the central area, was empty. Not even a little desk.


"Horray!" Daimon shrieked as he ran and jumped onto the couch in the living room. Content with his findings, he decided to take his late-afternoon nap. Atleast until around midnight. "Now on the bed or the couch," was the next question to be asked. "Well, if it was in the room I coudn't tell if it was night or day, so I'll nap here." He fell asleep pretty fast, having to make the best of his surroundings.

*Daimon opens his eyes* "Wait," he thought as he woke up. "I overslept, guess I was probably more tired than I thought," he thought as he got up with a groan. Back-aching and what-not. His stomach grumbled, he held it as he slowly walked to the fridge. "Oh wait, only lunchables," he said. Daimon took one out of the fridge, tore it open, and started to show down. Well, not chow so much as devour. He threw it in the trash and decided he would pick something up when he went out today. It was still fairly early, so he went into his room.

"The one I didn't sleep in." Daimon rushed to the computer and got on for an hour or two.

Daimon had finally stocked the fridge. He felt so happy with himself. Well, even then it was a mystery as to what was in it. He had just grabbed whatever looked good to eat, and didn't even bother to read it. He wasen't Hungry yet, but he sure was thirsty. Daimon took out a can of Dr.pepper from inside the fridge, and took it with him as he went around. He was bored, and that was that.

Sometimes there were times when he wished he could do something. TV was out, there was nothing on to watch, and he did watch TV at around 6 hours a week maybe. Around 2 at the least, no most of his time was spent on the computer. Then he realised that he had been on it all morning, and even got bored of being on that, atleast for awhile. Maybe he should go out of time and explore a bit more, but he thought, "nah" and quickly edismissed the idea.

"Nothing to do, nothing to do," he gasped running around the house with no intent until finally deciding to go inside the un-used room which creeped him out so. He closed the door behind him, and was inside of that room. It ever so slightly reminded Daimon of "The Lost Room" which had been his favorite three-parter in the history of time, the other being The Bartemaus trilogy which he read in the 5th grade. All of those memories came rushing back to him, as he pretended to come his hair with an invisible come.

Another refrense to The Lost Room. Behind him, the shades of the window left a small light shadow on the back of the wall behind him on the white walls. He felt as if he were trapped, but laughed at the idea and decided to go out and eat a little. Daimon turned the door-knob, but it woudn't turn. The knob was stuck, and he was stuck inside of the room. Not even thinking that he was stuck, Daimon turned it a little harder to no avail.

Since there was nothing in the room, the only thing that he could use to open the door, or knock it down preferably, was to use his body. He did so, but the door did nothing. "Well, maybe an hour or so of...KICKING IT OFF OF ITS HINGES will break it down." After 5 minutes of continousus kicking, he knocked the door open. It flew open, almost knocking some screws off, but not quite.

5 more minutes of re-inserting and tightning them with his own hands, and Daimon finally got out of that room. He went to his room, grabbed a marker, and walked back to the outside of the door. "KEEP OUT" it had read when he scribbled it on there in terrible handwriting. Probably no one will be able to read it, but ihe could and that's what mattered.

"The evil door has been defeated! +250 experiance points!"

Daimon opened the fridge whistling merrily to the tune of Haifisch as he searched for something to eat. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find and closely examined it. The package labled hot dogs. Not really his style, so he decided to eat the thing that was always there when he didn't want to go looking for more food. And that thing was ramen. Instant microwavable ramen. Daimon opened the cabinet accross from the fridge and inside was either cup ramen, or the ones in the black tray. He decided it was no contest right now, and grabbed the cup.

Daimon opened the lid halfway and dumped most of the vegetables out into the trash. He never liked them. After he filled it with water and had it in the microwave, he had around 3 minutes before it was ready. What to do in those three minutes he wondered for three minutes until the microwave beeped to say that the food was ready. "But I haven't done anyhting yet!" Daimon shouted at the microwave.

He got a fork and started to mash toghter the ramen. He took it to his room and forgot he neede to get a soda with this food. When he jumped put of his computer eay, he tripped and fell flat on his face, but his face and half of his body landed on the bed. Daimon started laughing, the chair half-fallen on the floor. Daimon picked it up and continued to get his Dr.Pepper, when he decided to watch the sun-set, already forgetting that he had Ramen. He sat down on his front porch, sipping a soda, to watcht he sun go down for a minute, when he then finally realised he had Ramen to eat.

Daimon set the soda down on the porch and rushed to get his ramen and bring it to the porch. He was slowly eating it as he realized how great the sun was. There was fitting music to play with this, but he coudn't decide which song, until it dawned on him. "Tamashii no refrain!" he thought as he snapped his finger. It was one of those songs he never knew how he knew.

He reminisced for a moment at his old computer so long ago. There were these songs that he remembered were just "on" his computer. One was the ending to FLCL, the other was Tamashii no refrain, he coudn't re-call the others, however. Daimon then got up again to get his Ipod and start listening to the song. Turely the moment was great to him when he was sitting, eating, watching, and listening to these things. A memorable night, but the sun almost set wihen the song was over and he had finished eating. Daimon threw his trash away and decided on another song to welcome the night.

He had to think for a moment when he decided on Swamped, one of the other best songs by his. The ending theme to Vampire the Masquerade : Bloodlines, which Vampire the Masquerade was one of his favorite series. Then he remembered Vampire the Requiem and spit on the ground at the thought. The sun had set, and it was time for him to head inside.

He walked in, and closed shut the door behind him.

Daimon awoke in his bed. Already, the first rays of light were beggining to shine through the single window of his room. He wiped his eyes and got out of bed. Another quirk, if any, about him is that Daimon always goes to bed in regular clothes and changes them once every 3 days atleast. Whether they be school clothes or not. Daimon arose, strected a little, and walked out into the hallway.

As always, it was quiet in his house. It was always quiet, not a peep except for the sound of his feet against the wooden door. Daimon walked into the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. He grabbed a Dr.pepper, what else, and took it back to his room/ Daimon drank it all as he sat by his computer for the next few hours to burn the daylight, or dawn, away.

Daimon was lying on the couch, merrily watching TV. After all, he had nothing better to do than that. Well, he never had anything better to do at all. The next show that came on the TV Daimon hated very much, and since he was too lazy to change the channel, he turned the TV off with the exact same remote he could use to chnage the channel. It didn't make much sense, but that was like him. He shifted his laying position to his back and covered his forehead with his hand, having a deep sigh. He was always bored, and yet didn't feel compelled to leave the house one bit. None one bit at all. So he decided to do what he always did when he was bored, and this had been for the who-knows time since he arrived, walk around very fast talking to himself while trying to find something to do.

Daimon then ran into the work room, which had not been furnished yet, and hit the wall with his fist revealing something pequlier. There was a small safe behind the wall where he punched. The wall was weak so only a small punch in that area would do. Daimon inspected the safe and decided to try and open it. Suprisngly, it did open revealing its contents. Inside, was a katana, $100, a newspaper from 1997, several small coins, and a treasure map. Well not exactly like a teasure map, more like a leads to a secret room map.

Daimon dusted off the map and looked at its contents. It showed him using a hidden lever in the spare room to open a trap door. "Who built this house and how good were they at making walls?!" Daimon said to the map. He then took the katana and headed to the spare room which still held the markigs of "KEEP OUT". Daimon opened the door, but this time decided to keep it open. He tapped at every square foot of the wall until the blade of the katana got caught in a small crack. He turned it ever so slightly to reveal, what else, a tiny pannel holding a lever. Daimon flipped it, but nothing happend. Nothing at all. "Is this a joke?" was the first thought to come into his head.

"Or maybe it's just old," he thought. Successfully placing everything back in its place, Daimon wasted around 10 minutes with that, hoping he could've wasted around an hour. "Nothing," Daimon said as he went back to the couch.

Daimon sits at his cmoputer, waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more. "There has to be something to do while I wait," he thought "The-ninja rpg! I'll just go do some more missions whi- oh yea. Surgery."

After waiting for them to finish, Diamon notcied that doin gos completely screwed over his computer. He now spent the next 20 minutes trying to undo all that he had done, and it was un-done successfully. With a sigh, Daimon slumped back in his chair realising that trying to do that was pointless. Now he needing something else to do. There was still 12 minutes left on the surgery timer, so he got up, stretched, and walked out of the room.

In the hall, the sun shone through the windows above the kitchen lighting the wodden floors near it. It looked like something to which Daimon coudn't grasp the word for. He shrugged it off and started to walk to it. The doorbell rang, Daimon opened the door, but no one was there. He inspected the dorbell ringer and noticed that it was stuck. It seemed to be stuck pushed in, but when it popped out, Daimon noticed the wind had pushed it. It was easy to push, but hard to get un-stuck. Daimon blinked twice when he realized this, and slowly closed the door behind him, still glaring at the doorbell.

With nothing else to do, and around 2 minutes wasted, Daimon layed down on the floor, stomach and all, and did a catipillar walk back to his room. No matter how bored he gets, he always goes back to what he was origionally doing. That's all it's been for the alst few days, pure boredom at times.

Daimon walks into the bathroom carrying with him a large container full of mushrooms. He quickly fills the toilet part of the way with mushrooms. He then flushes the toilet and repeats, unaware of the trash can in the kitchen.

Daimon is in his room, quietly finishing up the rest of, "The Call of Cthulhu" before continuing to read the rest of Lovecraft's work. He decides the next book he'll read is, "Dagon and the Other Gods"

Daimon had finished reading and was content with it. Now he was bored, again. "WHY AM I ALWAYS BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?" he shouted out, when he finally snapped at it and said, to no one in particular expect for the white walls in his room, "Я всегда скучно, и действительно нужно что-то сделать. Может быть, я должен получить а жизнь, но это почти невозможно!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Daimon looks around to his left and right, while slowly turning up his computer's speakers. With the sound all the way to the maximum, he plays the song Resurrection by Chimera on his computer. It is loud.

Daimon lay back in his chair, swining back and forth. Over and over again; counting seconds, and then minutes, and some more minutes. He knew his counting was fast as it, as shown by his clock, was only two minutes passes since he started to count. He sighed, he thought he counted five. There really was nothing to do outside; well, he felt there was nothing. Nothing to do except stay cramped inside of his dark room, slwoly watching the days go by as he gets paler and paler; an un-tan, he likes to call it. Daimon got up, and immediatly slumped back inside of his chair.

He didn't even feel like standing up, so much as actually doing something. Even daydreaming, he thought, was too much of a chore for him. He never did anything, just sat there, like a vegetable, and watch as teh hours and days and seasons and years go by. Just sitting there, in his little vegetable state3. He sighed for the 12th time this hour, and slumped to his bed. "Nothing," he said in a low gorwl. Even the seemingly infinite-ness of the computer seemed to bore him now. Everything does, atleast for a while until he gets interested again. Somtimes this varies, going from hours to even months before he tries it again.


Even his favorite game of all time, Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines, seemed to bore him now, although it could've been a result of the sewer-level he was just in. Lately he felt a case of apathy roaming through him, it kind of even reminded him of Persona 3. A game that, although great, the day befoer the full-moon is what killed it for him. That and having a 22 hour play time on his third day of owning the game. Daimon, even at remimbering these memories (which usually invoke a small smile), did not smile. Not even at the things he could think about and smile at.

Neither the thought of Thalia, Al_Zilla, Sandals, the daimonas guild, or old youtube could force one upon him. The only thing that did was Tamashii no refrain, yet even that had weakend its power over him. He tried thinking of something else, the last episode of Stargate SG-1 had him thinking for a bit, but not a smile. Finally, he remembered. He remembered the one thing that could. It was a little something called, "The Lost Room"

And after watching unending again, Daimon smiled, remembering the sound of the Cello. ( Or is it chello?)

Daimon starts to sing, " SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME EVERYBODY! I'M TIRED AND I WANT TO GO TO BED, JUST THE WOMEN!" and then falls on his face, falling asleep, but not quite.

Daimon falls asleep with "The Dunwich Horro" on his head, not even getting past the first paragraph tonight.

Daimon listened to this song, the one that played on the episode 3 years back. Seemed so long ago to him

Daimon is asleep with The Duniwch Horror on his face, again.

Daimon is still asleep.

Daimon goes to bed, it isn't Saturday night/Sunday morning, so why stay up too late if there's not much to do, thinking about Monday.

Daimon is busy being sleepy.

Daimon brought home some food, wings. The nitro kind. Daimon tried to eat them, but they were too hot so he did the next logical thing. Eat some more. Finally, he put two ice cubes in his mouth and lay on the couch.

Daimon is too involved playing his game to notice anything around him, he hasn't even left the house in days.

(Is that Warcraft or something? LOL)

(1, it took me forever to get apst the copy protection.)