Who calls me Shady Lora? Brittany Spears and Don Raphael.
Sarah and I like to check our mail. Actually, that is a lie. Sarah and I liked to check our mail. Something about having our own mailbox made us feel old and mature. However, the novelty has long since worn off and the consistant emptyness was becoming depressing, so we rarely check it anymore. On the rare occasions that we do get around to opening the mailbox, we often find a time magazine or geico letter. Were these items addressed to us, they would be exciting. However, they are all addressed to Anne Spackman. The first week or so we tried sticking these items in the 'misdirected mail' slot, however, after they ended up back in our box numerous times, we realized that Anne Spackman's address is the same as our address. Anne Spackman has become something of a joke around our dorm, not unlike Heather Sinclair in Degrassi. At first her mail was comical, an inside joke between Sarah and myself. As time has gone on, however, we have become concerned for poor Anne Spackman. She has obviously paid for a Time subscription, and we are hoping that Geico doesn't have anything too important to say to her.
So a few weeks ago Sarah was cleaning the window sill...a totally normal activity. I was quietly sitting on my bed when Sarah gasped and said "oh no, there's something all over the blinds! I hope it's not blood!" I laughed, thinking she was making a joke, however, after getting off of my bed and walking to the window, I shared Sarah's concern. The brownish-red spots covering our blinds were scarily blood-looking. We cleaned it all off and decided to forget about it. Over time, however, that proved to be impossible.
One night, as I was moving one of my posters, I noticed these same brownish-red spots on my wall. Though they were quite faint, they were definitely there. I called Sarah over, and together we found that these spots not only cover my wall, but various spots of the ceiling. How something got on the blinds, my wall, and the ceiling is beyond me, but it kinda freakes me out.
The conclusion that I have come to is that someone was murdered in my dormroom. I am not sure who, or when, but it would definitely explain why Anne Spackman has not gotten around to changing her address.
I am now going to go attempt to clean these spots off of the cieling, because they kinda give me the creeps.
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That is so weird. I'd get to cleaning too. By the way, I was laughing so hard at all your MLIA findings. Want to know something else? I could totally picture 99% of that happening to you! lol. See ya around! :)
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Okay, so, the first month I was here at Ft. Huachuca, the barracks were COMPLETELY empty. This was really kind of spooky - I counted one night (I got really bored) and there's room, just on my floor of my wing, for 160 soldiers comfortably. And I was the only person in my wing. (Four floors. That's room for 640 people. That's a lot of empty space.) I used to hear footsteps sometimes and once I heard voices coming from the other end of the hallway, but when I turned the corner there was nobody there. And sometimes I'd leave a light off and later it would be turned on. But I never once saw another human being.
ReplyDeleteBut, on the second week there, when I woke up in the morning, there was a trail of blood going down the hallway, past my door, to the stairs, down the stairs, out the first floor door, down the sidewalk and to the curb where it stopped.
I still didn't see anyone for another couple of weeks when people started moving in.
Also, in the other wing of the barracks, a girl died in an unrelated incident.
I think it was unrelated anyway.
...Wow. O___o I'm kinda freaked out for you now.
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