rather long stories that I don't have the time to write, see post #36 & 47. Those are true stories, and like a I posted, I lived there for over 2 years, there's too many stories to write about and it was so commonplace that I've forgotten the majority.
rather long stories that I don't have the time to write, see post #36 & 47. Those are true stories, and like a I posted, I lived there for over 2 years, there's too many stories to write about and it was so commonplace that I've forgotten the majority.
Me neither till I lived there. And the funny thing that gets glossed over in my writing, they never were scary. Wierd, strange, all that, yeah. But after I got used to them, I wanted them to be there with me incase of a fire, etc. (I worked and stayed at college while all the others went home for hollidays, there was only 1-2 of us who stayed. The house was a 3 story wooden structure, old wiring etc, and I lived on the 3rd floor. When i was ther by myself and got wierded out about something, I would ask them to stay close and watch my back, it was comforting. It sounds completely bizarr, but I'm not makeing a word of it up. I have a couple of friends who would tell you the same thing. It's one of those "believe it or not deals", it's the truth as I know it though.