MentalyBlind
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this scared me.
yea so let me tell you all about the week i had...it was quite odd. it's like the wind was telling me something, and yes i believe in things I can not see, i am just not religious, no collective beliefs for this guy!
anyway i was walking down the block and a strong breeze sort of tried to push me down the other road like "hey go this way" so i did, then i reached another intersection and the wind blew another direction "dude go on this road" this happen like 6 times and i was kinda having fun with it, so when i made my turn down the road this old lady fell off the side walk and got hurt, so yea i obviously went over to help her up ad carry her to her house, she was really tiny.
So she was crying and the wind was still blowing in the direction she was pointing and when we arrived the wind was gone completely, like not a single breeze. I knocked on the door and her son answered the door, it was a really odd thing to see, a 23 year old holding his mom like a bag of potato's "uhhh what happen mom?!" she looked at me and i told him what happen so they invited me in, so i went in.
inside was so awesome the house looked like it belonged to tim burton. as i was walking through this wonderland of nic-nacs and old things the lady asked if i wanted some tea, i said yes, and i seen that the window was open and the wind was blowing through into the kitchen so i went in. and the son burnt him self with the hot water. so at this point i was thinking..."this wind is freaking me out i have to leave". so i finished my tea and kindly went on my way.
so the next morning i went for my run as i always do, and the wind was blowing harder this time, so out of my own sick curiosity i would see what was about to happen this time! so i followed it and when it stopped i was at the old ladies house again. as i went to knock on the door the old woman's son came out, i asked how his mother was doing from yesterday, and he said "my mother passed away last night in her sleep"... my face went pale as a ghost and my heart shot to my throat, so i started to cry because we were having a good laugh yesterday and having tea but today were tears.
on my way home i walked directly into the wind and started writing about it.
yea so let me tell you all about the week i had...it was quite odd. it's like the wind was telling me something, and yes i believe in things I can not see, i am just not religious, no collective beliefs for this guy!
anyway i was walking down the block and a strong breeze sort of tried to push me down the other road like "hey go this way" so i did, then i reached another intersection and the wind blew another direction "dude go on this road" this happen like 6 times and i was kinda having fun with it, so when i made my turn down the road this old lady fell off the side walk and got hurt, so yea i obviously went over to help her up ad carry her to her house, she was really tiny.
So she was crying and the wind was still blowing in the direction she was pointing and when we arrived the wind was gone completely, like not a single breeze. I knocked on the door and her son answered the door, it was a really odd thing to see, a 23 year old holding his mom like a bag of potato's "uhhh what happen mom?!" she looked at me and i told him what happen so they invited me in, so i went in.
inside was so awesome the house looked like it belonged to tim burton. as i was walking through this wonderland of nic-nacs and old things the lady asked if i wanted some tea, i said yes, and i seen that the window was open and the wind was blowing through into the kitchen so i went in. and the son burnt him self with the hot water. so at this point i was thinking..."this wind is freaking me out i have to leave". so i finished my tea and kindly went on my way.
so the next morning i went for my run as i always do, and the wind was blowing harder this time, so out of my own sick curiosity i would see what was about to happen this time! so i followed it and when it stopped i was at the old ladies house again. as i went to knock on the door the old woman's son came out, i asked how his mother was doing from yesterday, and he said "my mother passed away last night in her sleep"... my face went pale as a ghost and my heart shot to my throat, so i started to cry because we were having a good laugh yesterday and having tea but today were tears.
on my way home i walked directly into the wind and started writing about it.
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