![]() 10/12/2019 at 20:30 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I don’t necessarily advise reading this, but it’s fascinating stuff.
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I am about this.
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nighttime nightmare fuel
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I trust you mean as an observer, not as an inspirer.
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An observer.
Working in a small town usually means uncovering this kind of messed up stuff. The reserve chief’s wife and kids drowned in a slough, two kids died when they tried following their drunk father in a snowstorm, you know, the usual stuff.
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#nibbyfuel
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I read far too many of these and I am going to blame you for my forthcoming sleep deprivation.
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I don’t necessarily advise reading this
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Damn, gotta read the disclaimer. It really was fascinating though.
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Large cities don’t have a monopoly on screwed-up people. What really is different is that in smaller towns everybody knows everybody and you’re usually not getting a constant flood of horrifying crimes . P eople don’t necessarily want to bring up that old unpleasant business about the neighbor’s relatives .
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I took your advice and DR. But thanks for posting.
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Well, where’s the fun in that?
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Some of the reddits I read and youtube videos I watch are why I check my locks, make sure my alarm is on, check my closet and bathroom every night...and then my cats decide to scare the Hell out of me at 4AM....
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Well there went almost
two hours of my life that I am never getting back. Freaky stuff. Made me think if I had anything to contribute. All I could come up with was:
So back in like... 1997 or so a school-mate of mine killed himself. He/we were probably... 13 or 14? He and I used the same bus stop but never really talked as I was a shy nerd and he was older (?) and... I dunno. One day he gets driven to the bus stop in a truck and he was crying. No one said anything and we all sort of pretended it didn’t happen out of politeness and shock, I guess. I move away shortly thereafter and find out from one of my mom’s friends that he (nearly literally, apparently ) blew his head off in the wash (large concrete drainage system) near my house. Never knew if the two events were related.
I didn’t follow up at the time, but tried to today with no luck. But now I almost certainly will spend the rest of the night thinking about it...