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Brief backstory.
When my parents got married they moved in with my mom's parents. My father's parents lived right across the street over a bridge. When my sister and I was born, we were looking for another, bigger place to live at since we were still living with my grandparents. My dad's father liked never liked my mom's side of the family and denied our presence in their house (they had two extra rooms that were empty). The only person he liked from mom's side of the family was me.
When he died, we moved across the street to live my dad's mother. I guess all the negative feelings that he's had for us, acumulated in the house overtime. Not to mention it wasn't a very friendly family. Oftentimes, at night, when my sister and I would be getting ready for bed noises similar to a chair being dragged accross the floor would be heard in our room. It was pretty loud, and would be scary if my mother hadn't told us that it was the neighbors moving furniture around. That lasted for as long as we lived there and could happen anywhere from once every day to once every few months.
Things would dissapear and then reappear a few days later in the same place where we would last see them.
Dad's father left me his watch before he died and specifically instructed that they were meant only for me. When I put on the watch, everything is fine. When my dad tried it wear it a few times, he got severe headaches and felt lightheaded until he took them off. Right now the watch is in my drawer.
Creepy stuff.
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Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past. Wisdom is knowing that you'll be an idiot in the future. Common sense is knowing that you should try not to be an idiot now. - J. Jacques
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