Did Robbie have an aunt that he was close to who committed suicide by hanging themselves with a phone cord? Sophie told me that she also had an aunt who at least attempted suicide with a phone cord?
Jess Coneys didn’t mention anything about her friend Petey who killed themselves until Sophomore year of college,
I’m pretty sure my mom’s first boyfriend was named Petey, and Jess, Steph, and my mom were born on July 17th, Jess and Steph are twins.
My grandmother, Mary-Ellen Edwards had a female ‘Penpal’ that lived in London and the language used within the letters could be described as sexual or flirtatious and my mom threw away the letters,
I read them once when we were cleaning out my grandparents house in Forty Fort after they moved in with us during my senior year of high school ,
I remember finding the ‘creepy pasta’ story titled “Penpal” during freshman year of college while staying up late reading scary stories I would look for online, Jess and Steph’s mom told them that Jess was absorbing the nutrients from Steph while in the womb and that’s why they have slightly different facial features and Steph usually looks thinner,
even though they are identical twins,
at some point growing up and dealing with what I could only describe as a malevolent or demonic presence that tormented me in my dreams as a really young child,
like 4 years old, eventually tormented me as I grew older and couldn’t sleep and dream because of the constant concussions I had from football because I was having micro dreams,
dreams are both mental and spiritual,
Kinda micro dreams, really more of a mind state that occurs when sleep walking,
I would sometimes wake up standing in front of the refrigerator because I would sometimes sleep eat,
at some point I understood the entity as being a ghost of a female who committed suicide,
spiritual echos are slightly different and violence imprints itself on architecture,
I described it in a dream journal as a witch after having a particularly vivid dream,
The sleep paralysis ‘demon’ I had an experience with I don’t think was the same entity,
all that did was press on my chest and scream in my ear,
no one told me any stories about what specifically happened to one of the female former residents,
I just kinda knew that is what happened,
could have been a female that killed themselves in the old part of the house built in the late 1800’s when the rest of the property was an apple orchard,
a female related to or associated with the cocaine dealers who lived in the house before we did,
or one of the female orphans or ‘troubled youths’ that lived on the property and killed themselves during the time when the orchard was used as a work camp that the people in town would send their kids to if they wanted to disown them or have them work to pay off fines given to them by the law enforcement and local government organizations as well as monetary disputes between and upheld by local residents,
if you play with fire you get good at using fire,
The old part of my house where the room that used to be my room is was originally about 120 feet from where it is now before it was picked up off its foundation and moved onto a new foundation with an addition for the house,
when an independent construction company,
I believe it was Pioneer Construction Company,
came to replace the water lines of every house in the neighborhood,
the part of the water lines that extended from the road to where the pipe would connect to the pipe that would run underground to the house,
they attached the new water pipe to a copper line,
copper line was used around the 1920’s for the water lines of most buildings locally and stopped being used in the 1930’s and most of it was dug up and sold when it was replaced by ,
When I took Sophie to the camper because it is a special place that I wanted to show her and would only take someone there if I really cared about them,
all the copper wires were dug up and stolen by heroin addicts probably a few days before we went there along with tools and a few other things,
I couldn’t turn the electricity on for the outlets and had to call Palmer who was able to rewire a few things and get some of the outlets working,
I’m pretty sure lead lined pipes,
but for whatever reason the line on our property was not replaced,
and they turned the water on,
water started building up underground around the middle of the yard where the house was originally,
probably had a dirt floor cellar and wood foundation made of railroad ties in the original placement of the old part of the house,
I was told to check the water meter to make sure that it was ticking when they turned it on and after I checked the water meter and it wasn’t ticking at all,
I told the Pioneer Construction Company Worker whom I was teammates with while playing mini football for The Kingston Township Raiders organization whom was also best friends with another teammate Brenton Pennell who left the organization and moved somewhere because his parents were child molesters,
Brenten told me that if he doesn’t fill in the big whole he dug in his backyard that Mother Earth would never forgive him,
The Pioneer Construction Worker I told was Steven Durhammer,
someone who I also coached when I was an assistant coach for The Kingston Township Raiders Organization years after I was his teammate after Brenten had moved because his parents were child molesters,
Steven Durhammer let the rest of The Pioneer Construction Company workers know and they were then able to connect the new pipe to the correct line.,
While working on my property I found buried in what appeared to be flower beds,
after clearing underbrush from the woods on the property and restoring the flower beds to have new plants planted or at least take care of the plants that were at one time carefully planted,
several make-up and perfume bottles from prior to the 1960’s along with intact glass mason jars that were sealed containing dirt,
I dumped the dirt from the jars I found back into the yard and cleaned them out so I could reuse them.,
I began filling them with caps from bottles that I wanted to save to make toys for my cat,
my cat stopped playing with her toys because I stopped playing with her and letting her know that it is ok for her to play with her toy’s because I was working outside long hours and would shower and try to sleep before I would work more,
when I don’t work inside or when the work that is done inside is not done in the way that the work inside needs to be done for the results to be able to create a safe environment for my family then the work that is done can lead to overall negative productivity the same way as the work done outside,
rest and play are components of efficient and effective work,
I was one of the last people to see the neighbor who lived across the street while he was alive.,
He was sitting in the grass and reaching out as though he was trying to grab things flying in the air,
He was divorced and lived alone,
they said he fell and hit his head on the kitchen sink and found him dead on the kitchen floor when they found him on a Tuesday afternoon,
it was a Friday when I saw him and the other neighbors had last seen him that Thursday,
He threw their puppy Bumper away with the thrash in a garbage bag sometime during the months prior to his death,
they said he was an alcoholic,
I believe he was reaching for lights similar to the lights I saw in the woods behind my house that I believe are made to look like the ones that I saw in the woods on Red Rock Mountain,
like the fairies from Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time,
I followed my dog Shiloh into the woods when I was a few years old and when I looked around at the woods I lost track of her,
My mom said that she saw her running out of the woods by herself without me when she returned home,
I don’t remember how but I got to an old woman’s house and she gave me milk and cookies and helped me call the police to bring me home,
The lights in the woods on Red Rock disappeared when I felt a similar way as I did when I felt the malevolent entity that terrorized me when I was a young child, the light glowing from my chest and where I focused it kept it away,
music helps when it means something to you,
make it mean something,
when Josh Evans was visiting and staying at my house for a sleepover when we were teenagers we walked to Sheetz to get snacks and energy drinks,
on our walk down my neighbor and friend Jon Laity met up with us,
Jon Laity was the first friend I made when I moved to Trucksville,
He introduced himself to me after he saw me playing with a metal pole in my yard, spinning it like a baton,
and hitting the ground with it,
I remember hitting myself in the face with it when I misjudged how much it would bounce back when I hit the ground with it when I hit the ground with it harder while swinging harder than before,
it was fun and cool to feel the weight of the bar and try to balance it while spinning it,
momentum helps you swing it harder or rather with more force,
on our walk back from Sheetz we stopped at Bobby Baker’s house to say hi,
Jon was home on break from college,
We all went up to Baker’s room where he was already high and with one of his friends at the time Darren Dixon,
both Baker and Darren Dixon along with Shawn Nowlin and a few others would get my younger brother David addicted to Spice or as it was sometimes called Synthetic Marijuana,
My brother David is clean now and a better person than most other people I have ever interacted with,
They stole things from my house including many of the video games and original gaming consoles I played on when I was a child aside from the N64,
Baker and Darren had a gravity bong in the room with the bowl already packed,
Jon noticed it and asked if he could take a hit,
they said he could and after he hit it he started coughing way more than he should have and that’s when both Baker and Darren Dixon started laughing and said “oh yeah that’s packed with spice not weed”,
we left pretty much right after that and Baker and Darren Dixon did not walk up the hill to hang out with us,
Baker only lived a few houses away from us but by the time we started walking up the street Jon already was having trouble walking and when we got to my yard he made us stop so that he could lay down in the yard,
me and Josh got him back up and Josh basically had to carry him up the stairs to my room while I distracted my parents so they wouldn’t notice how bad Jon was,
by the time I got up the stairs and into my room he was already tripping pretty bad,
he wasn’t out of control or anything but one thing he said that I can remember was something about traveling time and “It all has to do with a kid I knew in high school who died”
Jon also graduated from Dallas and I would like to know the name of ‘the kid that he knew in high school who died’, I think I remember that he said he was a member of the junior varsity swim team
while he was a member of the varsity swim team,
That person may also have committed suicide or could have been killed in a hazing ritual,
I would like to know,
My Uncle Blake Edwards who I originally was told died of a brain tumor actually died of HIV and I suspect may have committed suicide while in the hospital with the assistance of a nurse or his then long-term homosexual romantic partner Tony and contacted AIDS by becoming sexually involved with members of ‘the homosexual community’ without Tony’s knowledge,
Tony eventually contracted AIDS as well but did so intentionally without Blake knowing by seeking out ‘a member of the community’ who already was infected and had sex with them,
unless he actually just injected himself with AIDS infected blood but that wasn’t the first thing I thought of when my mom said that he gave himself AIDS so that he could be with Blake,
Blake didn’t want Tony to have to die the same way he knew he would eventually die so he wouldn’t allow any kind of sexual anything or even let him kiss him,
Blake died in the hospital and to my knowledge Tony killed himself not too long after Blake died because he wanted to be with him.,
My mom has told me many different variations of what happened and I’m not sure if she remembers any more,
Blake got to live with Tony in a house together that my dad gave them that was given to my parents by my parents friend Mr. Reynolds,
My parents were very poor and someone gave them a house,
I’ll need to check if that name is correct, They who gave it to them as a wedding present.,
My first cousin Cindy,
who is female,
decided to marry another female named Celeste,
who already had a young daughter and my mom refused to go to or be a part of their wedding because she believed that homosexuality was wrong,
Cindy eventually cheated on Celeste and they got a divorce,
I’m not sure what the other details were but,
Cindy still has a picture that Celeste’s daughter drew of The Jurassic Park Logo, Sophie’s favorite movies were the Jurassic Park movies when she was a child.,
I think her name was Celeste or the daughter’s name was Celeste,
Celeste and Cindy were married on Assateague Island,
I believe they may have been into some alternative spiritual practices at some point,
It is important to write things down and create a narrative that consists of things you know,
things you were told,
and things you had to fill in the gaps with in a way that makes enough sense for it to be remembered,
Every time I start to feel my memory becoming harder to remember I begin to write like that,
There are some things that I hope I am wrong about or was just filling in the gaps with,
Not a single person has emailed me,
When I can no longer remember anything I will still be me,
-Lucid