![]() ![]() ![]() I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of internet hours (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fuck. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. I like to think that I am a very rational person and I haven’t been able to explain these occurrences in any natural way. ![]() ![]() I want you to know that what you read from now on is the situation perceived by my mind. Caution: you’ll notice that I curse quite a bit. I ask for your help in explaining this fucking horrifying thing. I am an adult man, logical and intelligent (or I’d like to believe so) sitting in my bed, scared shitless right now, goosebumps all over my body and tears of horror in my eyes. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very recently. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. ![]()
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