I was riding towards north, lapland, and had been on the same long straight
road now for hours without seeing any signs of civilization. My eyes were like
on fire from watching the unchanging view. I took hold of the wheel with my
knee and closed my eyes for a brief second and scrubbed them slightly, and
that was enough, A young moose had ran on the road, and by the time I opened
my eyes, I had barely time enough to steer my car on the side. Luckily I was
driving slowly, but still, I had driven deep enough on to the side of the
road, soggy and muddy from the melting snow, that I was stuck.
I cursed my luck, and the moose, who was still looking at me from the edge of
the forest. I looked behind me on the road, from the way I had come, and
thought that there was no reason to go backwards, I hadnt seen any signs of
life, and wondered how far it might be if walked to get help. Having no
choice, I started walking, same direction, same never changing scenery. The
sun was still high, maybe three hours before dusk, which brings darkness very
quickly here up north. I had walked maybe a few kilometers, when i noticed a
road leading off the main road, with roadsign hinting of some industrial area.
That looked good enough, I hoped there would be someone with a heavy truck
there who could help me. 
After a mile or so, the road ended at the yard of what looked like a farm, but
with alot of buildings too, that looked like small factories and warehouses.
The forest surrounded the place, so the sunlight faded into a near twilight,
even though there was still couple hours left of the day.
I noticed a single car on front of a farmhouse
and went on to knock on the door. After a few seconds, I heard some rattling
sounds, and approaching steps from the inside, then the door opened, and a
middle-aged man greeted me, saying he doesnt want to buy anything. He was
already closing the door, when I managed to say something. Excuse me, could
you please help me out, I almost ran to a moose, and drove off the road, and
now my car is stuck a few kilometers away. The door opened fully, and the man
said to come in. I went in, and he asked if I would like some coffee, or maybe
water. I accepted a mug of steaming coffee and sat down on a bench by a large
table taking up most of the space in the kitchen. I complimented the coffee,
which was good, far superior to those balming fluids they call coffee in gas
stations. He hadnt said anything else after offering me coffee, but was just
reading a paper intently. I calmly waited, drank my coffee, but after a while,
I coughed politely. The man raised his head from reading, stared at me
confusedly for a moment and brightened, asked if I would want to see his
premises. I told him again, that I needed help, and he agreed to get my car
out with his tractor, but first, he wanted show me something. He didnt have
many visitors here, he said, and he was inventing things on his free time, but
had nobody to show them to.
I agreed to take the tour, if it wouldnt take long, because it was getting
darker by the minute now. 
He walked out, and towards one warehouse behind the farmhouse. You couldnt see
the warehouse from the road or yard, and I was amazed how large it was. The
man opened large pair doors, and turned on the lights. I gasped and was
awestruck, my mouth prolly gaped open, but I couldnt get any words out. What
the man had build, was an ufo, flying saucer, something that I cant really
describe as anything else. It was flat, enough room to stand if you were
inside I guessed, but not really round, but oddly shaped, like it had too many
angles, bumps, curves, features that seemed to defy any common sense, and
sure, after watching it for a moment, I noticed that it was in a constant
move, the features changing place, but the thing itself didnt seem to be
moving, just floated half a meter above the ground, with no supports holding
it there.
I watched the man beside me grinning, turned his head to me and and said, I
bet you didnt expect anything like this. I said nothing still, I just stared
at the thing for a while. I asked him, if I could touch it and he nodded. I
approached the flying thing slowly, unsure where its surface really was, it
looked like water, no, like quicksilver rather. I held out my hand and touched
it, and it felt warm, nothing like I expected yes. It was like touching a
dolphin, like the one I had once had the chance to pet in an aquarium, was my
first impression, but then again, it felt bit like glass or sometype of
plastic. I withdrew my hand and went back out, asked the man only, how. He
looked at me smiling, and said, just because I can. I asked if he had flown
inside it, or could it travel into another worlds. His face turned into a
puzzled look, and with obvious confusion, asked what did I mean. I said that
it reminded me of science fiction novels descriptions of ufos or flying
saucers, and I thought that was what it was. The man started to chuckle, and
said no, that is not what it is for. He said that sure, you can ride on it,
but it didnt move anywhere from that spot, well, not up into skies atleast,
but it moved in time.
Now it was my turn to look confused. I asked the man if he was serious, that
you cannot possibly move in time, because that would mean everything runs on
specific course, destiny and all that stuff, which I had always disregarded as
same as religions, just legends. But the man said with grave expression that
it indeed move in time, he had once tested it and it had worked, I wouldnt
make up stories like that. 
The man said also, that he had spent all the fuel on the first test, so there
wouldnt be any more timetraveling with it, unless someone could somehow
provide something that doesnt exist in this world. The last part was just some
mutters, so I cannot be sure what he said exactly. He looked at the thing
proudly and said, that it was now just a piece of art, pretty to watch. and I
agreed.
I had almost forgotten why I had come, but it was getting dark now, and the
lighting up stars on the sky reminded me. I asked the man if he could now get
that tracktor and come help me. He turned off the lights, closed and locked
the doors of the warehouse, and started towards another warehouse, by the side
of the farmhouse. I walked behind, slowly, still thinking of what I had just
seen, shaking my head in disbelief, when I heard a whisper, a call of
somesort, and such a call that I couldnt resist it. It seemed to come from
behind the warehouse where the machine was, and behind that, the forest
started abruptly, border into complete darkness. But my feet didnt obey me
anymore, and I started walking towards the forest, while there remained a
spark of panic in the depths of my mind, I couldnt awaken it enough to control
myself.
I approached the first trees, and was plunged into complete darkness, and my
senses reeled, I could hear my feet shufling forwards, cracking of twigs and
hushes of grass brushing my pants, but I couldnt see anything. It felt like an
eternity, I was walking slowly, but in that eternal darkness, I started to
finally see something, some spark of light, still far away, but flickering
through the trees, which soon started to give up and disappeared quickly,
leaving me blinking under bright stars.
I saw in some distance, light, more intense by a moment, like someone building
a fire. Soon I realized, that I had control over myself again, but I felt
drawn towards the light, that, and the stars being the only sources of light
in this otherwise total darkness I had just walked through. When I walked
closer to the light, I noticed it was coming through a window of a house,
small cabin like.
After a while of walking on what felt like a grassy field, I was at the front
door of the house, but saw nobody inside. I knocked on the door, and it
opened, but still saw nothing. I was just about to step in, when I noticed a
small hatch on the floor opening up, and a smell of damp earth and rotting
smell of a bog, oozing out, along with a wrinkled old lady.
She said nothing, just beckoned me closer with a hooked finger, shriveled and
sharp, like a claw. I hesitated, but stepped inside, crouching at the doorway,
and almost hitting my head on the ceiling which was lower than I had thought.
She pointed her finger at a low stool by a small table, possibly telling me to
sit down, so I did. Then she turned towards the fireplace, where something was
boiling in a small cauldron. She scooped some into a bowl, took a wooden spoon
from mantle, and offered me the bowl. I smelled, figured it was some stew,
meat and potatos, and tasted it. It was good, so I ate and almost licked the
last bits. I hadnt realized I was so hungry, but thinking about it made sense,
it was prolly close to midnight by now. The old crone still hadnt said
anything, but me neither. Somehow all my fears had disappeared and I had
almost forgotten where I was. Now that I realized that, I voiced my questions
and asked the old lady who she was or where I was. 
She just shaked her head, said something, but in a language that I had never
heard. It sounded strange, sharp like germany with the fluency of saami, the
language spoken by the natives in lapland, but totally different from any
dialect I could think of. She was talking for a long while before she paused,
looked at me, and smiled. Then she started again, but this time, with a softer
tone, almost like chanting, and I started to feel terribly heavy, drowsy and
my eyes just closed. I crashed softly on to the floor. 
When I woke up, it was already high noon, the sun pierced through the window
glass, straight on my face. I felt a bit croggy, and numb, caused most likely
from the hard and not so warm floor I had spent my night on. I slowly raised
my head, and sat up, noticing that my shirt chest was bare, my shirt and
jacket been opened, and there were some strange markings on my skin. I tried
to rub them off, but though it looked it had been drawn with charcoal, I
couldnt get it off. I just buttoned my shirt and and jacket, forgetting the
markings, and stood up. 
I looked around, and noticed the cabin to be empty, not just empty, but
looking like it hadnt been used for a long long time, except for the
fireplace. I was dizzy, confused, cold, and generally miserable, and just
wanted to get home. Going outside, the brightness of the sun was almost
painful, but soon, the soothing warmth made me heavy again, and like I had
noticed on the night, there was a large grassy field surrounding the cabing,
and it felt soft, alot better than the cabin floor. I sat down to think, but
soon my thoughts escaped and the warmth and softness of the ground sang such a