its raining and spring is upon us.
a friend of mine told me this story.
lets call her amy
so amy knew this girl in school. she was always kinda eccentric, but she changed alot once she suffered some serious loss. this girl amy knew, lets call her sarah, had lost her boyfriend of years and her twin sister in the same year. her boyfriend was a soldier in iraq, and he came home on leave. he got hit by a train and died immediatley. her twin sister was also hit by a train. after her sister and boyfriend died, sarah was never the same. amy noticed sarah change throughout the years, but their friendship faded. sarah got into some drugs, she was never in school, and she hung out with some strange characters. amy and sarah lived in the same neighborhood, and hardly ever saw each other.

years passed.

one night amy was home doing mushrooms by herself. she knew her parents would be home soon so she tried to chill out in her room and listen to music. she drifted off to sleep.
she awoke to the sound of her mother screaming at her.
"amy what did you do? who the hell is this in my living room?!!" amy tried to remember if she invited anyone over, or if things got crazy during her trip, but there was no way she was that fucked up. "i didnt do anything, no one should be here"
so amy went out to the living room to find sarah, sleeping in the middle of the room on the floor. she was soaking wet. amy and her parents tried to wake sarah up, and she was quite incoherent. sarah was mumbling about her sister, and her boyfriend, and seemed to be in a daze. back when sarah and amy were childhood friends, amy's dad had always tried to make sarah feel comfortable. even after sarahs tragedy, amys dad was always there for her. they were trying to figure out what happened to sarah. they didnt know what else to do so hey called the police. they didnt even know how she had gotten into the house. as they were waiting for the police to come pick sarah up and take her home, amy and her family were dumbfounded. it was almost as if sarah was oblivious to the awkwardness of finding a soaking wet girl in your living room at close to 4 in the morning. the police came and got sarah, and amy and her family sat down to reflect upon what had just happened.

they were all sitting around the dining room table, and heard the loudest noise ever. it sounded like the whole house had picked up and slammed down. the lights dimmed and there was a faint breeze. before amy could speak, her dad did. he said he felt as if that was amys sister saying thank you for looking after her.

two days later, amys uncle died.

maybe it was a warning, or a thank you. but sarah still isnt the same.







toes:
ouija board
witch board
oscar meyer
lovin dudes
ghost story
ghost hunts
hippy bitch
count crows

knuckles:
pass time
sexy time
rain king
high lite

some of those my mom came up with. some were from my friend courtney turner.