Missokyst
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*FR* Holy crap do I have stories! The first one I saw, where someone else could witness it, was when I was before I was a teen. We were walking to school near a cemetary (why are Jr. High's always near them?), and all the palm tree shadows were going in one direction. And as I was walking a large shadow crossed my path in the other direction. I looked up, nothing. I looked down, the shadow kept up with me. The girl next to me noticed the shadow and started to walk faster. That scared me a bit so I started a quicker pace and the shadow kept up with me. It dropped off as we neared the gate and was gone. Another time me and some friends were clearing out my bf's grandpa's house since he was in hospice and would not be returning. The guys left to get snacks and did not return. Hours passed as we cleaned this pack rats home. There were piles of newspapers and magazines around the place in a maze that made us have to walk here and there to get from room to room. So, there I was in the living room going through a stack of papers and tossing stuff in a bag. And the rocking chair which was in the corner of the room started a slow rocking movement. By this time in my life I was used to strange stuff more or less happening so I wasn't overly concerned. The rocker started a more deliberate pace and my friend who was in the other corner of the room noticed that I had gone still. She watched me. She looked over to where I kept a transfixed gaze and saw the rocker moving. And my niece,... who was in the kitchen are at the back of the room stopped washing dishes when she heard us go silent. Evie was 5'9" and a good 300 lbs and I swear.. I NEVER in my life saw someone that size jump over a maze like jungle which was this house. LEAP LEAP LEAP. She was out the living room door in seconds. And we took off after her because it scared the shit out of us both. Once outside, my buddy and I discussed what we had witnessed. My niece, who only saw our faces when she ran, refused to go back into that house again. And of course we wouldnt go either. lol so we stayed outside in the car and waited. The guys didnt come back, having found it was nicer to hit the bars while the women worked. After about 4 hrs we gathered our courage to go back in to lock up the house. It was funny as heck. Oh, and has it turns out my bf's grandpa died around the same time we booked out of that place. And, there was another time when I was depressed and planning no good things when my tire (on a brand new rental), blew while I zoomed down the 5 Fwy. I spun a bit and stopped. There didn't seem to be any traffic around except one guy who stopped to see if I was ok. If you have ever been in so cal on a friday at 8 PM is virtually impossible not to have other people on the road, but that did not register with me at the time. Anyway I was dazed, kinda shocked that I was alive given the speed I was traveling and not too happy my plans had been delayed. But the man who approached me was so calm, it made me calm. He offered to change my tire and I was grateful because I really wanted to get on my way. But as he changed my tire he was talking to me. He told me stuff about me that no one knew. He told me I should go back because what I planned was not the right thing and that there were changing happening quickly and I needed to be home. All this was said in a very calm soothing way so that none of it seemed off to me. As he was talking I felt a weight lift from my shoulders and the heaviness in my heart becoming less painful. He finished changing my tire and shook my hand, taking my hand in both of his he said things would be alright very soon. And while I did not believe him I took his words to heart. I got in my car, my head lowered to the steering wheel and when I lifted it he was gone. Traffic was all around me as it should have been. I went home. The next week my children, who had been taken 3 yrs earlier by my ex-husband, arrived with their step-mother. She was leaving him and decided that they might be better off with me. And since I had custody they stayed with me. I have stories. People may believe or not. I don't care. I believe.
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pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding ~Gibran, Kahlil “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” ― Bob Marley
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