Drider_it

no my friend bill lost his son.. in that fire.. its a paper clipping if you look you'll see where my wife had it folded in places where she kept it in her bible. happen to unpack and found it. the 2nd photo was photoshoped in my limited way to blow it up.. the picture is how it was found.. and taken. strange enough to this day everyone that was there didnt see anything and no children were present during the investigation that day. believe me i find it strange and I dont want to believe it yet i was there.. i saw nothing. just one of those things.. abit i dont believe in the ghosts of people wandering around.. tis stupid. granted my beliefs are hard to swallow on most forums and the internet in general.. me being a christain and all.. so yeah i believe once you die your done here.. you dont come back.. ever. so seeing that makes me wonder just what it was and why

"HERSEY TOWNSHIP The name of a four-year-old boy who died in a house fire in Hersey Township has not been released, according to Osceola County Sheriffs Department officials. Five family members and a visitor escaped the Monday morning house fire"

although much speculation went into the investigation.. like how could a zippo start a fire when there was not evidence of a flint being in it.. why was the boy found later to have massive bruises and hemorgaing to his body... why was there a shovel found in a storage shed with blood on it yet it wasnt "deer" blood... my sig says it all...

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