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 Hm?
Oh
Hello there
I didn't notice you were there,
Say, 
I was wondering....
Are you perhaps an open-minded person?    
 Well,Do you at least think it's possible that there's might be more than in between Heaven and Earth than most people assumed?
 What would happen if you  would I don't know, maybe one day want to experience the unimaginable mysteries of fate from close by to you?
If so,
then you and I just might be kindred spirits.
I invite you to listen to my 'story', and see for yourself just how fate decided to dramatically alter the course of my life in the blink of an eye. 
Nothing could prepare me for what happened.
My name is .....Roland Mouse, or more precisely...it used to be...but we will get to that part soon enough. Shall we?
*Ahem*, let me see 
Uhh,
I'm a thirty-one year old reporter for the Unexplained Magazine Series.
My seemingly underrated job is all about interviewing people who claim to have experienced strange and mostly bizarre events that's happened to them in their lives, often emotionally scarring them for life.
From people who say they have been abducted by 'UFOs' and 'Aliens', encounter monster's , Strange beings and happenings or to people who are haunted by their  own dead cats for being bad owners.
Granted, most people are just plain nutcases, fakes or they just desperately want some media attention in their life's, *sigh* Really.
But, I'm really am looking for the real gems out there in this world, famous people or people otherwise known to be of more...uhm, hmm...'credible'...source of information per say, I guess.  
You might also be one of those people who think that my job isn't the most interesting one in the world, That I would agree with you a little bit on that,
but I would like to ask you to see it from my perspective.
Well Sure it pays the bills and put food on the table so I wouldn't starve, but my real reward, are those investigations I conducted.
The mysteries,the findings and the different kinds of people I had met along the way, As well the places that my job allows me to visit.
My most recent interview yielded some interesting results, you see that are probably best described as.....'different.'
Which brings me back to where it all started.
Hm? 
What?
Oh
Wait...you want to hear more about my past? 
My past really?
Well, if you truly insist, but only because I'm  being nice and you seem to be listening so far.
Alright Okay then, 'ahem' here we go.
Where do I start?
 Well, I'm more of a dog kind of person, as cats just somehow don't seem to like me that much. Trust me, I have some nasty scars on my arms since childhood to adulthood to prove it to you.
I would never try to harm them!,
but they somehow don't seem to return that sentiment and affection when I try to be nice or trying to pet them.
In return I got scratch in the face... Or arm..or both 
More than once...
It really hurts.. my feelings included...
Okay!
Anyways!, I won't bother you with too many of my personal feelings, but this one is important to share with you.
They are important to me, because it's also important for you to understand my perspective while you join me on listening to My Story.
Okay.... Once again *ahem' alrighty then!.
Even though my passport id shows that I'm a 'Man', I have only recently accepted the fact that I actually think of myself as a Woman.
No, no!, hear me out please, I don't want to bore you with this complicated stuff. Let me explain.
Well, I'm one on the inside at least, I guess, if that makes any sense at all. Argh!! Again, I promise not to bother you too much about this kinda stuff!, so I will stop it right there.
Sorry!
I can only blame one of my interview subjects I've made.
Candice, a self-proclaimed alien abductee,
My former interviewed client for which who has recently finished her long journey of self discovery to becoming a woman on the outside and on the inside as well. And she is more than happy to talk about it.
I, however, am absolutely, definitely, certainly,without a doubt..not. 
It happened at the end of our interview sessions, when she flipped my worldview upside down by confronting me with my deepest, well-buried emotions I've had.
I  originally thought I was the one who was supposed to be asking the questions Here?
Anyway let me continue,
she just knew I was having similar feelings as she had in past. I don't know how or where she knew it, but it took some serious thoughts and soul searching for me to see she was spot on with her logic. 
When I called her a few weeks later, she said " just don't think about it for a while. Let things settle down for now. Just change your outfit a bit, experiment with stuff here and there. Or put some little things at home that only have a deeper meaning to you. See where things would go!." 
Well,
That didn't work for me.
The only thing I dare to wear is a necklace with a little pink dolphin on it. I don't even know if that  really counts,
But it just feels right, even though nobody can see it. Because I always kept it hidden under my clothes.
Perhaps I'm just too much of a chicken to lose my job and start discussing my emotions, or even worse...my childhood aversion for cats, with a shrink with everyone.
I simply decided to do what I have always done subconsciously before.
I simply play the pretend game. I just pretend to be a normal guy and hope nobody notices the real me.
So far so good I've done a pretty decent job at it, if I do say so myself hehe. 
I think I'm happy now the way I am, so now the annoying cat is out of the bag, with everything we've spoken Thus far.
would you mind if we changed the subjects? Shall we? No? Yes? Good.
Because I really, really, really feel uncomfortable talking about my feelings. And  especially cat's.
So let's stop talking about those too as well, thank you very much for your understanding.
Now that you have learned a little bit about a part of myself that most people will never get to seebor hear, ever in their whole lives!.
let's finally get to the point how it all started,
from The Very Beginning.
It all started on a cold, misty, December morning in Chicago on Thursday.
My next interview session was about to take place in the Chicago's History Museum where an elderly lady claimed to have seen some kind of apparition's bof sorst, or ghost if you will, in the Abraham Lincoln exhibit memorial.
Probably a real nutcase or false alarm as usual. I don't know.
To tell you the truth, I really don't want to go and do this interview. Because 
It's cold.
It's colder here than New York,
But when the boss orders me to go and I have no choice but to go and investigate the matter,
Or not there goes my monthly pay....
And that's just what I'm gonna do about it.
It's my job after all.
I have no choice.
Either do it or no money to pay for the bills.
Little did I know at the time,
that while waiting for my appointment with my interview with the lady on that very Day,
i didn't expect I was going to witness and experience at hand the strange events up close as well on a personal.
On that day....
Oh how My misery started....
My misery started from that damn! -.....