08-10-2013, 02:29 AM
So apparently....I've witnessed Death...here's the story;
For years now, whenever I remember my Childhood, about 5-6years old in the neighborhood I was in at the time, I always see something that always bothers me. A Man...a disfigured and very mean man.
I to my knowledge have never met him, outside of seeing him often glaring at us from behind his curtains, me and the neighborhood kids as we played, but something always told me to look and sure enough he would be watching...
The others never took notice, as I guess they never "felt" him watching us, but I would always get scared and tell my then, very best friend who would often try to taunt the man I guess to make me feel better, but I was always afraid this would anger him and he'd try to snatch us...
So I would pull on his shirt and tell everyone to run, until one day...we were playing and I noticed his door was ajar...to this I immediately was on alert and looked around for him and warned everyone, just in time to see him come running out towards us with a stick,yelling at us, his face covered in red splotches and his skin looking ashy...
I don't remember us seeing him ever again after that or if there were any more incidents after that one, so I asked my Mother about the man and upon detailing him, she was shocked and so was my Nana, as we all lived together back then.
She then told me that as a Child, my best friend and I came running to the house to tell her about a man laying on the ground and a nasty smell and it turns out he was actually dead...
So I have witnessed Death...but I cannot recall his body or anything, other than the times he chased us...
It's quite Odd really...I can't even find it in the newspaper or anything...
I'm quite shocked...
But other than that Okay :/
For years now, whenever I remember my Childhood, about 5-6years old in the neighborhood I was in at the time, I always see something that always bothers me. A Man...a disfigured and very mean man.
I to my knowledge have never met him, outside of seeing him often glaring at us from behind his curtains, me and the neighborhood kids as we played, but something always told me to look and sure enough he would be watching...
The others never took notice, as I guess they never "felt" him watching us, but I would always get scared and tell my then, very best friend who would often try to taunt the man I guess to make me feel better, but I was always afraid this would anger him and he'd try to snatch us...
So I would pull on his shirt and tell everyone to run, until one day...we were playing and I noticed his door was ajar...to this I immediately was on alert and looked around for him and warned everyone, just in time to see him come running out towards us with a stick,yelling at us, his face covered in red splotches and his skin looking ashy...
I don't remember us seeing him ever again after that or if there were any more incidents after that one, so I asked my Mother about the man and upon detailing him, she was shocked and so was my Nana, as we all lived together back then.
She then told me that as a Child, my best friend and I came running to the house to tell her about a man laying on the ground and a nasty smell and it turns out he was actually dead...
So I have witnessed Death...but I cannot recall his body or anything, other than the times he chased us...
It's quite Odd really...I can't even find it in the newspaper or anything...
I'm quite shocked...
But other than that Okay :/
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