I will take this opportunity to tell a story about the family that lived down the street from me when I was about 15-16 years old...
We were somewhat good friends with them...
They had a Daughter who was about a year older than me
a son two years younger than me...
The father (stepdad, 2nd marriage for both) had two sons
the older of which was dating a girl from our neighborhood.
A big happy group...
... Or so it seemed
The guy comes home one day and says he
has fallen in love with another woman, he's leaving her
she protests, he burns away in his car...
That weekend they had a Uhaul there, and we asked them if they were
moving
No the guys is moving out, they are all bummed
Especially mom
So a few nights go by she gets all wacked out on some prescription
meds somehow
Decided that this experience was to horrible to live through
she goes out, gets drunk, comes home with a .22 target pistol
And shoots both her kids multiple times...
They ran, so she chased them down until she got them
All flesh wounds...
Satisfied with what she had accomplished she goes
downstairs, takes a pair of scissors and slashes her wrists...
Her daughter crawls downstairs
and calls the police or something...
They are all whisked away, the police put yellow tape
around the house, and we don't hear anything for a while
Two days following the shooting
My idiot buddy and me get the idea to
break in and check the place out
we crawl in through the kitchen window
and take a tour of the house of horror.
You can reenact the entire sequence by the shot holes
in to the girls room, the trails of blood that are smeared
on the walls and the entire kitchen is soaks in blood
like they gutted a deer in there
It was the strongest smell of fresh blood I have ever
witnessed...
it wasn't gross to me, but one guy puked when we exited
But the smell being of blood soo strong made my brain freakout
and think something was wrong, like DANGER, an instinct
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. where the hell did you live. that is so fucked up.



