My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was crusty bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
Im walking out to my car after work and a man walks up behind me, and rapes and kills me. during the attack the man tells me my aunt hired him to do it.
We were destined for each other. We knew each other as kids and something happened and we didn't see each other till we were 16. He was hot. He was angry at me and everyone in our families. He was in this group where they did bad things but it wasn't a gang. Well, the group members took me without him knowing and tortured me. When they were done they sent a video of what they did to me too him and left me there tied up with a gag in my mouth. He found me and untied me and took me home. My family started yelling at me asking how I could be so stupid as to let them take me so I went upstairs. He came up to comfort me. He had me rest my head on his lap. I started to cry and said "No one cares..." He got upset and lifted my head and kissed me repeatedly then said "I care." and looked at the floor. I was shocked. I lifted his head and said "But you said you didn't when you first saw me." He replied, "I was angry. I didn't mean it." His eyes welled with tears and he kissed me again and said "I love you.". Then, I was against a wall and he was taking off my shirt. Then we were in bed, having sex. After that, I was asleep with my head on his bare chest and my aunt came to see if I was ok. He looked at her and said "She's better now." then looked at me sleeping and smiled. The next day, he left the group. Weeks later, we had hung out every minute that we could. Our families thought we were getting too close so they tried to keep us away from each other. One night we snuck out to see each other and we ended up making the decision to run away together. So we went home and packed a few cloths and took all of our money and met up back at the park. He brought his car and we left and never returned.
I in my basement at my old house with my little sister and the basement is very creepy, and my dad even said it was haunted. The basement was completely empty but my sister was sitting in the middle of the room staring at me with a blank face and something small was bouncing around behind my sister. I was yelling for my sister to get out of there and move but she wasn't responding, she was just staring at me. Then the object lunged for her and I lunged for the object, I caught it but it knocked me over and I open my had and look, and it was $45. After that we went home and went to bed then I remembered I needed to study, so I opened my notes and its all in my handwriting and in my usual blue pen, but underneath my notes, was, in my handwriting again, "Its your mom. She's coming. Your mom is coming for you. She is going to kill you." and then i was laying in my bed and in one hand i was clutching the money from the basement and then in the other it was the note. I couldn't move. I tried lifting my head but it weighed about 100lbs. I tried to scream for my sister but i couldn't talk either. I opened my eyes and it was my room, but i still couldn't move. I closed my eyes and mumbled my sisters name again, then i heard her walk in my room and she grabbed my hand. I could feel her fingers and i knew it was her hand, i could actually feel it. Then it disappeared and i heard from the side of my bed, a quiet, creepy giggle. Then I woke up.
My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was crust bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
I could fly in my dreams. I had the same dream a few times. It happen at my aunt trailer. At the few times i jump to fly, i couldn't fly. But then i wouldn't accept that. I try again and i was flying. Every time i have that dream, it happens the same way. Every time i have that dream, it was like i'm not dreaming. Like a normal day. I didn't had no wings. It also happen at other places. I was scared to fly higher. Beliveing if i did i would end up in space and couldn't breath. It didn't seem like a dream. It was so real, like plain as day. The only people i could see in my dream was family and strangers clear as day. I'm a man
I could fly in my dreams. I had the same dream a few times. It happen at my aunt trailer. At the few times i jump to fly, i couldn't fly. But then i wouldn't accept that. I try again and i was flying. Every time i have that dream, it happens the same way. Every time i have that dream, it was like i'm not dreaming. Like a normal day. I didn't had no wings. It also happen at other places. I was scared to fly higher. Beliveing if i did i would end up in space and couldn't breath. It didn't seem like a dream. It was so real, like plain as day. The only people i could see in my dream was family and strangers clear as day.
I could fly in my dreams. I had the same dream a few times. It happen at my aunt trailer. At the few times i jump to fly, i couldn't fly. But then i wouldn't accept that. I try again and i was flying. Every time i have that dream, it happens the same way.
My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
My aunt and I were at my cusions. I looked at venus or something through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was bread. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it back cos I knew he didnt like it. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one back up.
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