At 5/6/17 09:48 PM, Dynastywarriors5 wrote:
Why do I doubt that this happened?
Because it's absolutely incredulous. Most people aren't so fried out on drugs that they think sacrificing people to Satan is a good idea. Although, the real reason is probably somewhere along the lines of you being as much of a jaded, cynical twat as I am. That, or you're just being an ass to derail the thread and pad your post count.
To those actually interested in the backstory, my dad was trying to get this lady who sat on the corner tweaking every day to give up drugs and turn to Jesus or some shit. It eventually turned into him giving her rides all over creation, probably to prostitute herself, until one day after my dad's Jesus rants (which she until then vehemently opposed or made excuses as to why she couldn't follow Christ), she claimed she was going to pack up her things and leave the life she was living behind -- so she needed a ride to her house.
She lived with 4 other people in a crack house off by the "historic district", which is basically the run down ghetto-within-a-ghetto side of the city. When I say my dad was a naive man, willing to see the good in anyone, I mean it. RIP.
We get there, and they invite us inside. I shit you not, the first thing you see in the living room is a huge portrait of Hitler, so pristine you could eat off of it, hanging above the couch, and there's this really foul rotten ass-smell. A man and a woman sit in the living room, and the crack whore who drug us here goes back somewhere through the kitchen. We sit down, and while I text and twiddle my thumbs, obviously perturbed, Dad strikes up a conversation with these wackos, one of whom tries to coerce us into drinks.
Right about this time, two more people come into the room and take a seat on the other couch, and the other lady starts up out of nowhere that she thought it would be okay to make friends with black people if not for a bolt of lightning from Hitler coming down and set her straight. Hitler as in the portrait of Hitler. She was clearly unhinged, but my dad went right on preaching away. I made some lame excuse to go to the bathroom, mostly just so they would quit asking me if I was sure I didn't want to drink or staring at me intently. I expected a disgusting dump but stumbled upon something else entirely.
Down the hall, a door was cracked. While everyone else was distracted with talking, I peeked. There was a table with a sheet laid over it, surrounded by a salt pentagram, lit with all sorts of cheap storebought candles, and a knife on the table, flipped out. No lights were on in the room. Nothing else was there. It looked like the sheet might have been stained but I ducked into the bathroom rather than be caught staring. I had some friends who were into so-called black magic in school. Would have been the stuff of dreams for them. So it was cliche, but if this was the real deal, I didn't want to find out.
I looked for a way out in the bathroom, but there were no windows. I thought about barricading myself in and calling the cops, so I texted my dad to come back there, that it was an emergency, and waited. I told him what I had seen when he came, and he agreed that we needed to get out of there, but preferably without provoking them. We could always make an excuse and say we'd come back later. I suggested faking like I'd started my period, so we did.
Well, as soon as we made for the door, they sprang at us. One of them pulled a bat out from behind the couch. Dad and I ran. We flung ourselves into our truck and sped out of there the wrong way in a one-way and called the cops. By the time they arrived later, the whole place was cleared out. Never saw them or the crack whore again, but my ass moved to the county. I don't know what happened with them after that or if they ever did sacrifice anyone to Satan, and I don't want to.
At 5/2/17 04:47 PM, NekoMika wrote:
How is May going for everyone?
I just got back from a trip to Aberdeen to see a good friend of mine with @littlemisfortune. Petted some cats and dogs, met some parents, sat on a boat for a bit and got that woozy, relaxed feeling from rocking around. Was pretty good. Also watched a bit of Black Mirror with said friend and another one of our friends who lives nearby. It was the episode where everyone grinds up social media points to get avatar items. They do this by riding exercise bikes, which power the world they live in. Whole thing is really messed up, and it's a good watch that gives you something to think about.