Idk why but heres a story!
Story time with grandma~
So when I was a youngster I had a house in a small neighborhood.
Now this neighborhood wasn't made for kids but mostly for the elderly.
So in total there were 6 kids and around 3 toddlers. And all in all there were 50-70 people in the neighborhood.
So I was actually renting at the time, we didn't own the house.
Now a few weird things happened In that house but imma focus on the creepiest thing that had happened there.
So I was at the public neighborhood pool. And I was swimmming. Now this little boy comes up and he's around 3-4 years younger than me.
(I was 8-9ish)
Now he starts telling me about rocks and lizards and stuff. (IDEK what he was saying it was honestly just rambling)
And his dad and my dad began talking about sports.
(My dad was a soccer player)
So y'know they have grown up talks and ETC
Now apparently.
My dad told them where we live because they planned on us having a play date, y'know random kid stuff ETc.
So, not long after we start having power issues, Like the power goes out randomly and it goes back on.
And so if you don't know, in old houses power I sometimes kept in a room(Closet)
So one day we found the sliding glass door open (there were 2 in living room and 1 in kitchen)
(The one that was open was the one in the living room)
Now honestly I was like:
GOD DAMNIT CYNTHIA
(Alright so let me explain: Cynthia is just a name I made up for one of the stories I have. Basically we WERE FRIENDS until she trespassed into my home via the sliding glass door.)
(BUT THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME
So yes I was thinking that Cynthia came into my house again!
Greaaaaaaaat!
So I closed it and locked it again without giving it a second thought.
Now a few nights later I am sleeping.
Now for SOME REASON I was having nightmares for the past couple of nights.
So my dad was in the separate bed in my room.
(There were two twin beds in my room and an..oil lamp?! Who the hell uses an oil lamp these days?!)
So I had been having nightmares for awhile and I had been having this weird gut feeling of danger.
-Important flashback-
"Pixie can you please get the mail?"
"Okay"
...
"Nothing but junk mail!"
"I better get back to the house"
"Yes I am aware. Yes I will.Okay bye"
"Dad who was that on the phone?"
"Ah!pixie! Well people have been talking about breakins for a week or two now"
