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July 17th, 1998: My sister makes me think there is a ghost of a dead boy in the house by making clapping sounds from the closet, and playing John Mellencamp's
Jack And Diane from the dark when I was never suspecting it. I had nightmares almost forever.
I was afraid of the dark until 2007. I forgave her later on...but;
September 1st, 2000: So I move to this new house, Detached. Big, even. Right next to this nice little ravine, next to a Gas Station and Grocery thingplace. Peaceful. Even has Slide doors and a Deck, something completely new to me. Then just occasionally there were bugs in the house (Ladybugs, specifically). This is all cool until my sister places a DEAD LADYBUG WING INTO MY MOUTH AS I'M SLEEPING. I woke up and felt something thick and flimsy, stick out my tongue, and obtain Coccinellidaephobia.
Seriously. Fucking. Ladybugs... and everyone else was afraid of Bees and Spiders and Worms... I was only scared to a sense of Fight or Flight by a tiny little red oval. Neatly walking around the wall. Sticking out like a sore thumb... Flitting it's wings at me.... Staring at me...
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Then throughout my Elementary school years I always used to get remarks like "OMGLUKTHERESALADYBUGINYOURHAIR" or "OMGWATSDATONURBAK" yet no one realized that was like having a gun pointed to my face... the hair one was more mean however as I had an afro back then... wouldsuck if that didhappen.
So now (And I shit you not) they STILL scare me... I like, lock up. If one is in the room with me I cower in the corner and stare at it ._.
People keep saying I can get over the fear if I face it... but they don't understand that I obtained this fear from technical BIRTH. As in, It was like learning that hot water is hot and bad. It's been burned chemically into the very foundation of my brain that
Ladybug= CERTAINDEATHOMGOMGRUNGOGOGOGO
Although I think they died off or something so I'm happy.
February 24th, 2001: My Grandfather died. Long story short me and some relatives were playing hide and seek in the churchthing that had a MORGUE and a CREMATION ROOM. I was in the lobby, looking at like, behind coats on racks for kids, then ALMOST WALKED INTO THE FUCKING CREMATION ROOM AND CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF A MAN IN A WHITE HAZMAT SUIT DOING SOMETHING. I backed up, looked up at the sign saying PERSONEL ONLY, and ran the FUCK down back to the room with the TV or something I don't remember. Then they told me that they decided to stop playing because it was too big and boring... so they sent me upstairs to count anyways and potentially scar myself even moar.
Mind you the Flight I took on the 21st almost crashed. SUPERTURBULANCE and like Fire on Da wing shiet. Emergency landing in Cuba. Stayed with Aunt and Uncle. Was stuck in Cuba during some Millita takeover or something. Guns were fired outside. I was like, 5 at the time.
It made the funeral thing even worse. Not only was I shook up about all the other stuff and potentially joining my Grand-daddeh, but I now got to see him being put in the ground... I only knew him really for 3 years. Was sad.
Summer of 2005: WOES WAI IS IT SO HAWT OUT HERE SHIIIITT HOLY FUCK
Biggest heat wave ever. In my life. And it was actually a Record.
And my friend made me walk through the damp-ass ravine filled with gnats and shit cause "It was shorter than walking up the street like, twice" and then TRIPPED ME WHILE I HAD MY FUCKING NOT-DYING-OF-HEAT DEVICE (Aka a Slushie) in my hands finally and I was too tired and hot to do anything about it.
But yeah the list is too big and those are what I consider the worst, horrible, evil Back-stabs ever.
Though I'm not willing to get into detail about the time my friends never bothered to wake me up on the GOBus and I Ended up in fucking MISSISSAUGA WITH $30 AT 7PM on some randomass street.
Although there was the time Waffle sent me on a mission and it got really weird.
Standing there was Tator.
And he said;
"LET THERE BE PENIS."