It started with a mass text at the beginning of the week sent by my mom to all of us that read something like "I'm going to have chili, cookies, food, food, and more food...every one will decorate the tree for Christmas..." Her mass family texts are cute.
So, last Saturday we had ourselves a little family time decorating my parents tree and house for Christmas and stuffing our faces.
|my brother's attempt at a porn star cookie|
|and a little sibling rivalry with the frosting|
So we finally ended back at my parents house where we talked Tyrone into going back to the haunted house with us. Rachel stayed with my mom but this time we decided to bring Mr. Bo Jengles with us - my parents australian shepherd. He's the sweetest dog in the world BUT he can be VERY protective. We thought maybe he would be able to sense something since some dogs can do that.
|these are the only pictures I took with my phone because|
the fear had consumed me, I couldn't take anymore
Wait. Why did I go back if I was so scared? I had to find out if I was just entertaining the whole excitement of it all or if I was just over exaggerating my fear. So we're walking through again and this time I am able to walk passed that damn cupboard door because I am the one with the dog on the leash but I couldn't look inside it. I got into the large family room so quickly from running by the cupboard that I didn't realize what I was running towards. That family room. Oh man. That family room. That family room was the WORST!!! The floor was rotted and there was strange stuff on the walls. The chandelier swung back and forth. You know when you can't exactly look at something straight on because you're either guilty or just straight scared out of your mind? No? Okay, that just might be me. I mean, I like to plug my ears and partially cover my eyes through scary movies. There were two bedrooms next the living room that I couldn't even follow the boys into. I wanted to be back by the freaky little person cupboard instead. So that left me standing by the stairs and my brother and Tyrone started heading up them. I SO very much did not want to go up there but I kept telling myself to stop being a pussy. IT WAS STILL LIGHT OUT. I usually only have a problem in the dark. I am a 32 year old woman who is still scared of the dark. I blame my uncle for it.
So, I get to the top of the stairs and freeze again. As Tyrone and my brother went to the left into some room I kept looking over at the right at this small bathroom. My eyes were drawn to that creepy bathroom. I don't even remember what the rest of the attic looked like. I just remember that bathroom and thinking there is no way in hell I am going in that bathroom. I finally just bolted down the stairs and headed straight out of that fucking house. And wouldn't you guess who followed me right of there. The boys who said they weren't scared at all. B.S.
I really feel like something bad happened there and I think it has something to do with children. I'm not trying to play like I'm Patricia Arquette in Medium. It was just a strong sense that I felt. I believe some places where bad things happen hold on to some sort of evil presence. I think that there have been too many awful things that have happened in the houses on that street that still lingers to this day.
(I think my followers number just fell by 50%.)
I could go on and on about all of this but I won't.
I guess a few days prior when my dad had been through the house they actually started walking through the cellar but part of the way through my dad blamed not having a flash light on him turning around leaving really fast. My brother said it was weird for my dad to do that because my dad is freaking John Wayne ya'll!! He is not scared of anything.
|two headed pickle - this could be bad|
The evening ended on a positive note. We all ended up sleeping over at my parents house because we stayed up way too late trying to watch a bridge demo.
(damn I am so not sleeping tonight after writing about this story)
|do you love my mom's carpet in her kitchen? lol|
and I apparently have seven toes in this pci