oh boy, this gun be fun:
When I was 8, I woke up to go to the bathroom pretty ealry in the morning and since I heard the noise of the water, I figured someone was inside. knocked but received no answer, so I decided to peek from the keyhole and was able to see someone sitting on the bidet. I recognize the person, a family's friend that stayed for the night and so I decided to call her by her name, but I received no answer. After a while I had gotten tired of this and went directly to report this to my parents, whom could immediatly tell that something was not right.
Turns out she was sitting dead on the fucking thing. I had slept the night with a corpse in my fucking house.
Not life shattering, but definitely creepy and unsettling.
I had something removed from my lower back, right near the sacrum, without proper ansthesia.
They just sprayed something that seemed like, the first aid sprays that you see in Resident evil and started working the thing. It was not that painful, but I could feel everything they were doing and I was sweating bullets.
Luckily I had aunt there with me,to hold my hand, because boy, that was not pleasant at all.
A store I was working at in 2005 got robbed by some random faggot, that claimed to have a gun. since I was pretty Young, naive and impressionable at the time, I thought I was gonna die that evening. I hated how that, made me feel vulnerable and weak. I couldnt sleep well for several days after the fact.
A person whom I wont name, was playing with my Brother whom at the time was 6,on the edge of a window by letting him fall and catching him at the last second. The house we lived in was on the 13th floor...
This is something that no matter how many years pass; Every time I think about it, I get the chills... It was so fucked up.
