This story is about the first time I got high ….and an unfortunate series of events. For context, it was around summertime when I first moved into the suburbs after living in the city my whole life. I was about 15 at the time about to go in to freshmen year of high school. I wanted to make friends since I was the “new kid” and wanted to fit in right before school started. So I rode my bike around the neighborhood hoping one day some kids would see me and ask to hangout. My hopes had came true and some kids had asked me to play basketball with them. It was two brothers and their sister. The older sibling Marcus(M15), the younger brother Steve(M14) and the sister Nila(F17). So all had went well, we hung out almost every week throughout the summer and that was that. I had friends and felt happy in the new neighborhood. I was invited into their house one time and I noticed their way of living was a bit…strange to say the least. They only had a dad living at home and the dad always gave me...
Keep in mind, my mom told us this in the dead of night while camping 😭 My mom was about 14 and got asked to babysit her cousins (12, 9, and 7) while her aunt and uncle went out for the night. They dropped her off at the house, in the middle of the country, surrounded by cornfields, and left. Soon after, a heavy thunderstorm rolled in. With not much to do, the kids decided to watch a scary movie together, and all piled onto the couch. A while in, the climax of the movie hit with a massive jump scare, and at the exact same moment, a huge crack of lightning lit up the sky. All the girls screamed. Except my mom wasn't screaming at the movie.... When the lightning flashed, she looked out the window and saw A MAN staring at them... The oldest cousin was still screaming at the movie, so my mom physically turned her head to face the window. At that moment the man SPRINTED.... not away, but straight toward the front door. My mom, who could thankfully run fast as hell, bolted for the door ...