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last week my dad went all the way back to his hometown, small little town up there where everything in wheat fields and land.
in the small village he lived as a child can't be more than 1000 people and they all know each other.
so my dad locked the door and was going to bed. and then someone knocked the door.
we're talking about my dad who even after cancer, sepsis, CORD, DVT, peace maker is first and foremost a soldier and a fighter; And a neurotic ass that HAS to open the door if someone knocks even knowing there are Jahova Witness on his street.
he opened the ancient hard wood and forged iron, 200 pounds door and there was nothing, then he closed the door and locked it and was coming down the two steps to the main floor when the door sounded again, he turned around and there was nobody again, but this time he went out to the street and looked around.
he says that across the street there was a lump, dark mass of something sitting on a bench set by his cousin who lives there. he blinked and it turned into a woman, a big fat woman that looked at him and made him a *come here motion* with his hand a couple times before my dad closed the door and locked it and ran to his bed...
so yeah, what you think it was?
I kinda believe its my dad, he could face drug dealers on a bad day but can't face the idea of not controlling a place, I want to believe it was just either his imagination or a bad dream.
in the small village he lived as a child can't be more than 1000 people and they all know each other.
so my dad locked the door and was going to bed. and then someone knocked the door.
we're talking about my dad who even after cancer, sepsis, CORD, DVT, peace maker is first and foremost a soldier and a fighter; And a neurotic ass that HAS to open the door if someone knocks even knowing there are Jahova Witness on his street.
he opened the ancient hard wood and forged iron, 200 pounds door and there was nothing, then he closed the door and locked it and was coming down the two steps to the main floor when the door sounded again, he turned around and there was nobody again, but this time he went out to the street and looked around.
he says that across the street there was a lump, dark mass of something sitting on a bench set by his cousin who lives there. he blinked and it turned into a woman, a big fat woman that looked at him and made him a *come here motion* with his hand a couple times before my dad closed the door and locked it and ran to his bed...
so yeah, what you think it was?
I kinda believe its my dad, he could face drug dealers on a bad day but can't face the idea of not controlling a place, I want to believe it was just either his imagination or a bad dream.
