Hi. I've experienced some crazy stuff over the years and I'm pretty sure most of us have also. Check this out:
I once was sleeping w/one arm over the edge of the bed when I felt someone raise my arm and tuck it back onto the bed. When I woke to see who was there, there was no one. Scared the living crap outta me.
Also while on vacation visiting my grandparents I climbed high up one of their sour ball trees to get some. I reached for a bunch and fell. As i was falling i felt as if I was being held and guided toward the ground. i reached the ground safely as one of my hands broke my landing by grabbing on to a small bunch of branches.
Back in the daze, when I use to go out to clubs or just hang w/the fellas i remember walking home a lil tight of course, and my name being called out. I would look around all over my block and saw no one. This continued for a while till I actually got a lil shook and started asking some of my friends to walk w/me home. Long story short I found out later it was the FBI shouting my name out from across the street inside a engineering school. They were staking out some outfit and that was their way of knowing who was who.
I walked to school one day and decided to take the shortcut. I always walked out my building made a left and continued to walk for 5 blocks, another left and straight to school. this one day I walked out my building took a left and then another quick left down one of the craziest blocks at the time. Not a 1/4 down the block a large glad bag full of garbage fell right in front of me. Some nutball took the easy riute and chucked his garbage out the window. Could of killed me. I never took the shortcut again.
I once was sleeping w/one arm over the edge of the bed when I felt someone raise my arm and tuck it back onto the bed. When I woke to see who was there, there was no one. Scared the living crap outta me.
Also while on vacation visiting my grandparents I climbed high up one of their sour ball trees to get some. I reached for a bunch and fell. As i was falling i felt as if I was being held and guided toward the ground. i reached the ground safely as one of my hands broke my landing by grabbing on to a small bunch of branches.
Back in the daze, when I use to go out to clubs or just hang w/the fellas i remember walking home a lil tight of course, and my name being called out. I would look around all over my block and saw no one. This continued for a while till I actually got a lil shook and started asking some of my friends to walk w/me home. Long story short I found out later it was the FBI shouting my name out from across the street inside a engineering school. They were staking out some outfit and that was their way of knowing who was who.
I walked to school one day and decided to take the shortcut. I always walked out my building made a left and continued to walk for 5 blocks, another left and straight to school. this one day I walked out my building took a left and then another quick left down one of the craziest blocks at the time. Not a 1/4 down the block a large glad bag full of garbage fell right in front of me. Some nutball took the easy riute and chucked his garbage out the window. Could of killed me. I never took the shortcut again.
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