Condolences to y’all, Novo n Slum. I have like four stories pertaining to this highway in NC that are close to unexplainable, well perhaps they’re just tragically bizarre. But I don’t have the patience to type them out on here with this damn cell, I’ve been meaning to write them out fully. But it further makes my skeptical mind believe that the areas in NC were either cursed or like Slum said, had some sort of rotten residual energy. In broad terms, I’ll say the seperate yet related terms involved: mother and daughter demon faces, a ghost dog, a possible live or dead woman at the foot of our bed, a Mexican fanged chick, my brothers death on that highway, and more weird shit like me reading my wife’s book aloud in my sleep word for word, while she read it. If I get around to explaining myself, I’ll link it. There really is so much to these tales. And I’m still a sceptic lol

Weird things began to happen after the black dog. I was almost home and drove my truck into a huge cloud at road level on a clear day. It was like being in a cloud, anyway, and the rest of the area was clear except for around there where it was POURING and foggy with zero visibility. I turned on my wipers, which worked for one about three cycles until they died completely. Everything played a role down the line later, things as insignificant as wipers. I don’t know how I made it to our house off the side of the direct highway; people get rear ended there almost every week because NC drivers are nuts.

One particularly hot afternoon coming home from work, on the same busy highway before the exit (right around the corner, less than fifty yards maybe where my brother was hit), I drove past a hot looking thin Mexican gal who was facing the other direction from looking under her hood. Her car was broke down. For some reason, in all of the traffic on that bright hot day, she looked up at ME and smiled the toothiest smile is ever witnessed. Now I’m not going to exagerrate that she really did have vampire fangs, but her expression was succubus-like: equal parts menace and seduction. This was before my brother died, and when I told him, he got severely disturbed. We’ve always had an emotional type bond where we could feel each others moods easily. Those are two of the minor occurrences. More tomorrow, the whole shit is far from over. 

This is not supernatural, but it is a funny/sad story.

My retard addict brother has this friend who got into an argument with his girl while driving down the freeway, it got physical and he threw her out of the moving car, her own moving car, out onto the side of the freeway. Not only that be he comes back and throws their kid’s car seat at her. It’s really funny, but it’s also pretty damn sad.

Oh it gets pretty out there Lucem. For instance…

I began getting comfy in my work-drink schedule. Come home and get so drunk that is forget what the fuck I ate for dinner. Natural Light beers mostly. Rehab “Cuzwecan” became my nightly anthem, along with Cape Cod Sea Salt n Vinegar Chips before dinner. I drank so much that I passed out early one night. Made it to bed, where my wife was doing her nightly reading. I don’t remember the book or the phrases, but her heart about stopped when I began reciting the very words she was reading. In my sleep. Dead drunk, with my face turned in the opposite direction. I read about three sentences and some short dialogue, word for word. She told me the next morning.

A few weeks later I woke up. Middle of the night. You ever get that feeling when someone is standing next to you? Well I knew that there was a woman, not my wife or mother, standing at the left foot of my mattress. I felt that if I were to open my eyes and look, that is go mad. Reminded me of when coyotes were confused and scratching at our tent in NY, and I knew that if I woke up my wife, well she’d be like institutionalised type shook…. anyway, there was a woman there. She gave me the vibe not of someone willfully dangerous, but mentally unstable. Why did I feel this hunch? Fear makes the mind go batty I guess. My logical hope is that it was our foul mouthed landlord Marie, off her meds or something, wandering around her property. She also loved pills and herbs, and had done lots of freaky shit in the past. My gut tells me that it was a spirit, or some flash of the past. A confused mdntly I’ll broad who doesn’t understand what the fuck plane of existence she was on.

Time passed, and I became more disillusioned at work and with the area in general (that’s a whole NOVEL’S worth of story right there). Suddenly Marie the landlord said we had to leave the double wide. Some NYC bitch had bought it out from under us while we were merely renting. My wife and I had asked my mom to leave since we were letting her stay with us too long, n she moved in to the single wide up the road. We had to stay with her again lol. Irony is fun. 

My brother wigged out one night and started breaking our windows (Marie never found out). So we sent him back to NY . I said I’d never let him live with us again. But then some dude broke his jaw for no reason, the doctors wouldn’t fix it, my sadistic dad wouldn’t pay for it. Plus he had wisdom teeth coming in. He was in misery. He called me up and started crying. I’ll skip a bit and say we were all living together again. This time in a SINGLE wide trailer. Plus pets: two dogs, a cat Raoul Duke and two strays Pity and Coka, with five inbred kittens, two sugar gliders Big Stank and Lil Poot, a tropical frog named Frog, and a stray skink who lived in our birdhouse named Floyd.

The south began to lose its charm. The drinking was rarely fun at this point: more of a coping mechanism. I began to have extreme homicidal and occasional dull suicidal thoughts. My brother got into crack, and it coincided with his late stage schizophrenia starting. He was already bipolar and such. I remember him muttering painful words and sobs on the couch during his rare moments of sleep. It was fucking horrible.

Damn its hard to type this on my cell lol. Anyway, what I can consider a climax will come tomorrow hopefully. Peace

First Big props to Slum I would shake your hand if i met u in person. Great stories man way to bear your heart in the name of great Conversation.

Second on the subject of Aliens i believe that they are Interdimensional being rather than Interstellar, such as demons or spirits. One of the leading Ufologists has come to the conclusion that the things people see in the sky or even in front of them defy all laws of phaysics. If they were flesh and blood beings then they would have to adhere to the laws of physics such phenomena as appearing and disappearing with in microseconds and changing its physicall make up is impossible.

Even alien abduction stories bare great resemblance to traditional demonic possession. Stories of sexual manipulation from aliens also seem too much like the stories of old such as the Incubi and Succubi. Demons that make men nocturnaly emit and rape women in their sleep. Or even these creatures claiming that they are creators or taking over a person and controlling them or even the resports of aliens walking through solid objects. It seems that the more i research it the more clear it seems. I believe that the whole Alien craze is a ploy from the evil side of the spectrum to deny their creator and search toward demons for the meaning of their life. Just my take on it.

Third Im not a sceptic or a head strong believer in the paranormal i just keep my mind open and know when to shut it. I do believe there are dimensions we cannot see that effect our plain of existance and there is constantly friction between the two. I myslef have expirienced crazy things like hearing Mortal Kombat sounds in the living room where the TV was off in the middle of the night or even seeing wild images in the dark like a headless man sitting on my couch or human skulls just chilling again on my couch. But most of these things can be explained because in the day time they were just clothes that my wife was folding and with my glasses things became a lot clearer.

My dad used to tell us stories of when he saw the real Boogeyman a tall man with a black trench coat who would laugh deeply in to the night and hang out around cantinas and dance halls whos face was skull like and of the time a Lechusa follwed him and his brother home a white Owl with a wicked face who would whistle in the night and swoop apon little kids. Or of the Llorona the crying woman who drowned her children who constantly roams the isla looking and crying out for them. Is it real or just mexican neiborhood folklore? i guess  its all in the person that expiriences it.

Soory so long but its such a good topic. 

The crazy part about the Mortal Kombat incident was it was the secret part for Sega when u pressed certain buttons and SHao Kahn would come in and crush the Midway sign and say you Weak Pathetic Fool in that deep evil voice. I heard that in the middle of the night in the Living room but the TV was off and no one was in there.

Another crazy thing i expirienced one time i was sick and i was prolly around 7 or 8 and i remember going to sleep in my room but i woke up naked and sleeping in the living room on just a mattress alone. I dont know how it happened but i remember crying cuz i didnt know where anyone was and i was naked. It was wierd and still dont know what happened to this day.

does anyone else have stories of mexican folklore maybe their dad used to tell. My dad told hella stories when i was little kinda like that movie Big Fish you didnt know what was real and what was exaggerrated.

I’ll omit some details as usual, for space, privacy, to stay on topic, and so as not to play the role of the maudlin.

It seemed as if NC was conspiring against us. I could fill up another novel of automobile problems to accompany the workplace insanities. For one, I was attempting to fix those windshield wipers that had almost ended me. I was deep in the process, with the truck un-driveable until I got the pieces of the grating back on. My brother had been deep in his own process: running the streets with scum, smoking far too much crack. We wouldn’t see him for days.

Then he called.

His voice was unlike I’d ever heard from him. Slothy, devoid of any emotion except desperation. He asked me to please come and save him, because he couldn’t take his lifestyle anymore. I told him that I had to fix the wipers and put them back together. I didn’t know where he was. I told him to call back in twenty minutes. He never did. I didn’t think much of it at the time (I saw him again, on our last Thanksgiving together.)

At some point that I can’t remember, I just up and told my wife that I felt like one of us was going to die soon. I meant either her or me, I thought. I don’t know why I said it, and it still doesn’t sound like my usual talk. She got upset that it was going to be her. Just a weird moment I recall that was out of character for us.

Anyway, my brother and I had an unbelievably tumultuous history. We fought HARD. Thanksgiving night, we all had beers. My brother and my wife had never gotten along much, but he was being so funny and making her laugh that I actually got jealous, hahaha. Our spirits were high. I fucking SANG him a song, something I’ve never done. It’s Rehab’s “Amends”, and I meant every word of apology to him. It was suitable, like vomiting up a lifetime’s worth of troubles. He sat and listened to every word, scratching his goatee like he always did lol.

The beer kept flowing in the single wide. Suddenly he got that “drug pace” going. And we knew what that meant. He headed for the door. I yelled at him.

“Why do you always have to keep going out and doing this?! Why?!” I asked.

“I guess I’m always going to be the kind of guy that wants something more,” were my brother’s last words to me. He left. Was killed on the highway early in the morning