Ah...the day for the movement.
When I was 6 years old I had moved into our new home near the beach side, my mother met this man who acted all kinds of good but he was secretly abusive to my mother and expected me to be like him, there were many houses in the same yard. Mine was in the front with access to the main road of the town, the beach was basically in my back yard and my school was across the street.
The house was pretty old and screechy, every step made a sound that could be heard around the whole house just slightly in some rooms. At least it was something right? Who was i to complain, I was a kid who didn't care where he lived back then. But one off thing stuck to me. Why was my room, the only room made of cement and stone? I was glad because it was the biggest room , I could fit all my toys and plushies and not have to worry about space! I had an old tube tv and a VHS player and since we didn't have cable back then I would watch my old room and Jerry tapes and Disney movies...It was real nice while it lasted.
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Cold Cut of the Paralysis Dream
ParanormalIn this story I will go back to my childhood...it was a terrible time that my young 6 year old self did not think to encounter, even now to this day I have shivers and tears down my eyes whenever I tell this event. I hope you all enjoy this story ma...
