danger5oh
I'm always... hungry
Get out of the house?!
Needless to say, we don't live there anymore
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Get out of the house?!
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That would be my reaction to all of what I just read from you, .... it made me look around my room and make sure nobody was watching me, now I'm weirded out, shit.
My father in law, an avid outdoorsman and hunter, actually stopped going in the woods for 2 years shortly after my wife and I started dating. He said he saw something in the woods that in his 35+ years of outdoor adventures, he could not begin to explain, but yet he refuses to talk about it and actually becomes very irate if you badger him about it, which I made the mistake of doing. Not really sure what to think about it.
I MUST know... post up his email and we'll all badger him!
I've got one more, but this story has a positive twist to it (thanks Misery Theory for reminding me of this with your family story)... and I'm going to have to keep it short because talking about my grandma is one of the few things that will actually make me cry...
Quick backstory: I have a HUGE family... my grandma had 11 children. My dad is the youngest and because my parents divorced while I was very young, my grandma helped a lot with my upbringing, so much so that my other family members lovingly referred to me as her 12th kid. She was the epitome of what I believe a good person should be and will always hold the most special place in my heart.
Flash forward: After my grandpa died, my grandma's health slowly worsened. To give you a quick idea of what kind of lady she was, she refused to be a burden on any of her children or grandchildren, saying that parents are meant to take care of their kids, not the other way around, so she checked herself into a care home. She lived there for awhile in good health and good spirits until one day when she became completely unresponsive, occasionally mumbling a few words in Filipino. Of course our entire family was notified and everyone made their way to her to say they're last goodbyes.
The most special moment of my life: I lived on another island at the time, so it took me awhile to get to her, but when I did, my giant family had the room and hallways of that place filled to capacity. She hadn't been responsive to anything or anyone for days and the staff informed us that she would probably be moving on to the clearing at the end of her path very soon. When I finally got there, I sat in the chair right beside her... my family had been saving it for my arrival. I held her hand, and not knowing how to digest the possibility that my superhero would be proven mortal very soon, I kept asking her to please wake up.
*Now that I'm typing this the waterworks have started and I'm going to cut to the chase.*
She woke up. And when she did, she turned to her right, looked me straight into the eyes and said, "When did you get here? I missed you. You know grandma loves you very much." The entire room was silent for a moment, until my grandma asked me to bring her a sandwich, which was such a random statement that it caused the room to erupt with laughter. She stayed awake for quite awhile, talking mostly to me, but addressing a few of the other people in the room, until she told me that she was tired and needed to rest. She closed her eyes one last time and that was the end of my grandmother's life on Earth.
I just thought I'd share a (somewhat) happy story for once instead of the usual spooky stuff...
I've got one more, but this story has a positive twist to it (thanks Misery Theory for reminding me of this with your family story)... and I'm going to have to keep it short because talking about my grandma is one of the few things that will actually make me cry...
Quick backstory: I have a HUGE family... my grandma had 11 children. My dad is the youngest and because my parents divorced while I was very young, my grandma helped a lot with my upbringing, so much so that my other family members lovingly referred to me as her 12th kid. She was the epitome of what I believe a good person should be and will always hold the most special place in my heart.
Flash forward: After my grandpa died, my grandma's health slowly worsened. To give you a quick idea of what kind of lady she was, she refused to be a burden on any of her children or grandchildren, saying that parents are meant to take care of their kids, not the other way around, so she checked herself into a care home. She lived there for awhile in good health and good spirits until one day when she became completely unresponsive, occasionally mumbling a few words in Filipino. Of course our entire family was notified and everyone made their way to her to say they're last goodbyes.
The most special moment of my life: I lived on another island at the time, so it took me awhile to get to her, but when I did, my giant family had the room and hallways of that place filled to capacity. She hadn't been responsive to anything or anyone for days and the staff informed us that she would probably be moving on to the clearing at the end of her path very soon. When I finally got there, I sat in the chair right beside her... my family had been saving it for my arrival. I held her hand, and not knowing how to digest the possibility that my superhero would be proven mortal very soon, I kept asking her to please wake up.
*Now that I'm typing this the waterworks have started and I'm going to cut to the chase.*
She woke up. And when she did, she turned to her right, looked me straight into the eyes and said, "When did you get here? I missed you. You know grandma loves you very much." The entire room was silent for a moment, until my grandma asked me to bring her a sandwich, which was such a random statement that it caused the room to erupt with laughter. She stayed awake for quite awhile, talking mostly to me, but addressing a few of the other people in the room, until she told me that she was tired and needed to rest. She closed her eyes one last time and that was the end of my grandmother's life on Earth.
I just thought I'd share a (somewhat) happy story for once instead of the usual spooky stuff...
Am I the only one who thinks that if you're an adult and a Ouija board seems to be actually working, or you saw a ghostly apparition of some sort, etc. etc. then it's time to get the building checked for gasses?
Dude I've been up at like 2 am reading all these posts and I'm sketched tf out. Did you visit the place yet? if so how was it?I'm actually visiting it in 3 weeks.
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Dude I've been up at like 2 am reading all these posts and I'm sketched tf out. Did you visit the place yet? if so how was it?
Jokes aside, I've had a pretty normal life, minus one house we had back in Virginia.
We lived in this gated community which was basically a huge suburb built into the side of I guess I'd call it a valley. Between all the houses were tons of trees, so it was basically like all the houses were built into a forest.
Pretty beautiful place, honestly. Called Aquia Harbour, in Stafford, Virginia.
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I used to live there O_O
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