Story: a couple friends of mine lived a few blocks from me in an apartment, I used to go there alot before they moved about a month ago. i had taken some stuff of mine i wanted them to keep safe for me in there apartment to them, but when they moved out, they left it there. when i asked about the stuff, they said the landlords had stripped down the apartment because of remodeling, and that it was probably behind the house with all the other junk. So i go there about Five days ago and the whole backyard of the house was filled with junk. like large trash bags and broken peices of wood and just random stuff. So i start my search, opening trash bags and turning over peices of wood for this shopping bag full of stuff im looking for. I probably was there for about 45 minutes searching...and during this time..jesus, im not religious about christianity or anything, but i got a feeling ....you know the kind when you walk into an empty church, and it's really calm and serene and just peaceful, that's what i felt like, and it was like something was fogging up my brain, it was sunny, and now that i look back i picture a kind of hazy white glow about the place...well anyway. i also smelled something..i couldnt put my finger on it, but it made me stop and think, 'what is that', i stood there for a minute, ....but then worn out because im about 8 months pregnant and getting warm, i left, and i cried on my way walking home. Two day's ago: My boyfriend and i are walking past an alley and there are about 5 cop cars and 3 unmarked cars and tape up around this alley...be both knew that death was around... Later that night: we find out a body was found in that alley. no other info Day after: I go get a paper to find out what happened, and shit, guys, the fucking body of a guy i know was found in that pile of junk i was digging in. It had been there for about 3 weeks, and i know also the guy that confessed to his murder. Info on the guys: the guy that confessed to killing his roomate was 31 years old and had a 65 year old girlfriend, and the guy that he killed i think was mentally retarted, and just followed them around everywhere. the first time i saw donnie darko(my nickname for the killer) he came up to my friends house, and was acting all friendly, but i knew he was fucked up in the head and i got a horrible feeling from him. He had been living in that apartment with his dead friends body in his backyard for three fucking weeks. these people lived below my friends that had moved out. Now: it's just inconceivable...on one hand i am so happy i didn't find the body because i would be so fucked up right now...but on the other, i feel, something...every time i remember digging in that pile of trash...i get this stifling feeling that makes me want to puke...knowing that if i turned over the right peice of wood..... i wake up every night at one oclock crying my eyes out i feel like this is a turning point...something weird is definetley happening. @
omg... that's creepy. Sorry I can't say anything more intelligent, but I think I'm gonna need to digest this story for a bit. Just imagine it, if you'd dug any deeper... ~Moro
omg... that's creepy. Sorry I can't say anything more intelligent, but I think I'm gonna need to digest this story for a bit. Just imagine it, if you'd dug any deeper... ~Moro
haha...that's funny. i saw a picture of a sheared lama yesterday in some magazine...they're pretty cute. yeah it's creepy! holy shit! it's changed my life kind of. i don't know. @
That's a crazy story. I'm sorry that happened to you. Something like that would freak me out so badly. It would be interesting to know how it will affect your life,if you do post about that. I hope you're doing okay
im living with some friends so it's not so creepy at night anymore. im wondering what happened to donnie darko's girlfriend...cause she'd be in jail right now considering the circumstances. @
i went to the apartment with a friend ( one of the girls that had lived above them, ) and we were looking for some of our stuff...it was a bit disturbing being there...anyway...so i didn't find anythi8ng of mine...but i DID find donnie darko's 65 year old girlfriends diary..!!! lol..i feel like nancy drew, seriously. while we were there... one of the construction workers said she had been admitted into an insane asylum. im wondering why she hasnt been charged with anything because im sure she knew about everything. @
of course! though i didn't find out anything i hadn't already assumed anyway. it's just nice to have in my possession...im weird like that...makes me feel special. @
Maybe you should see a counsellor to talk about what happened. It may have not seemed like a major occurance because you didn't find the body or anything, but It sounds to me as though you're in some sort of shock. Plus, when your pregnant things like this can effect your seriously. Go get yourself checked out and have a chat with your doctor about what's happening to you at the moment.
I don't blame you lol....I would have read it as fast as I could. I bought an old diary at a used book store once,it was so cool to read through the pages written by some unknown girl.
Nay, im actually fucked up like that. Plus the fact that I've gotten knocked up by a psychotic-dillusional-narcissistic-asshole who mindfucks me every time he gets the chance, im sure i may come off as twisted to some folks. actually, now that i think about it, i probably am, but considering all i've seen and been through in this life...i'd say im doing a damn good job without the assistance of an overpaid under"qualified" person sitting in a chair asking me why im there and handing my pamphlets on how to reduce stress in my life....when i have people surrounding me every day with their support and wisdom and humor that i don't even have to pay. & thanks being to the fact that i grew up with a therapist for a mom, i've developed an intuition with people that want to get paid to sit around all day with twisted minds, so it's basically useless. thanks for the concern anyway...you should be a veterinarian, trust me! @
