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manic344
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| 10 Jun 2014 07:32 AM |
| then why the hell post this? |
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| 10 Jun 2014 07:33 AM |
I don't know why I got it. It was all text. And it was not normal. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 07:34 AM |
Not weird, just different
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| 10 Jun 2014 07:36 AM |
Here it is: I'm sorry friend, I'm so sorry. I'm telling your story. starlilynight wrote at 6/9/2014 8:38:45 PM:Report Abuse So, I haven’t told anyone about this before, mainly because I feel guilty about it. Plus I’m kind of freaked out about the whole situation still, years after the fact. I have a hard time believing I lived next door to the most horrible people I can imagine for almost my entire childhood. Anyway, I grew up in a rural part of the Midwest, just outside of a small city. My family had a couple of acres – not enough to really plant anything, but we had a little bit of land. The area surrounding us was like that too. We were far enough outside of town that we didn’t have garbage pickup and we’d have to burn our trash, but we weren’t farmers. The nearest neighbor was a few acres away, and our properties were separated by a little wooded creek. My neighbor was a single woman with a severely autistic child. Her husband had up and left her when her daughter was like 4 or 5 or so, I think. From what I understand he left because he couldn’t handle taking care of a special needs kid. With him gone, my neighbor had to work a lot to support herself and her child. My mom often agreed to watch her daughter Sally, so she and I pretty much grew up together. Sally was non-verbal, for the most part. She could vocalize, but she didn’t really speak. She was good at communicating what she wanted though. She’d take you by the hand and lead you to what she needed or wanted, and point or whatever. It was kind of annoying having her around all the time, especially when I got to be a teenager, but I felt really protective of her. She and I were in the same grade, and I’d always defend her from bullies and I wouldn’t let people make fun of her. She was my friend, even though there were definitely times I wish I could just do things with the other kids. When Sally and I were about 14 her mom got remarried. Sally was getting to be harder to handle because of she was going through puberty I think, and her mom and step-dad decided that Sally would be better off in a group home. After that I didn’t see Sally anymore. The weirdest thing was, that right about that time, I started having these really intense dreams. I remember I’d be right in the middle of dreaming about something else and I’d feel Sally yank me out of one dream and into another. She’d lead me by the hand across the creek to her house’s burn pit. This happened almost every night for weeks. I never could figure out why Sally kept taking me to look at her family’s trash. She would always get really frustrated trying to get me to see what she was trying to show me, and she’d emphatically point and vocalize. It even got to the point where I actually went to go look at the burnt pit itself. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when I was there, and then the dreams stopped. A year later her AWOL dad showed up. He came by our house to ask where Sally had been sent because his ex-wife wouldn’t tell him. He wanted to find Sally and make up for leaving her as a child. He wanted to take her to live with him. Of course, my mom and I didn’t know where Sally was, and my mom said she didn’t feel like it was her place to get involved anyway. Apparently, he didn’t let up trying to find Sally. His ex-wife wouldn’t budge no matter how much he persisted, and he ended up with a restraining order. So, he started calling all the group homes in the state, but none of them had ever heard of Sally. He filed a missing persons report and the cops got involved. When Sally’s mom wouldn’t tell the cops where she was, they took out a search warrant. When they searched the property one of the dogs alerted to the burn pit. In the burn pit they found thousands of tiny bone fragments, none bigger than a few centimeters. They did find a single charred human molar, not entirely degraded. With DNA, they were able to prove the bones belonged to Sally. When they confronted Sally’s mom, from what I heard, she broke down sobbing and told the whole story. Her new husband hated Sally, and threatened to leave if something wasn’t done about her. They had incurred a lot of debt and couldn’t afford to send her to a group home, so one night Sally’s mother beat her daughter to death. She and her husband then took her body out to the burn pit and lit a huge blaze. They stoked the fire for day and night for almost a whole week, trying to reduce the bones to ashes. It takes a lot of heat to cremate a body though, and the best they could do was make the bones very small and scatter them as best they could. They both got life sentences. I feel terrible. I feel terrible for my helpless friend, and I feel terrible that she came all the way from beyond the grave to tell me what happened to her. I feel terrible that I couldn’t understand her. I’m so sorry Sally, I’m so sorry. |
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