Ghosts, animal sacrifices and killing babies
So for the last 10 days I have been visiting my old stomping grounds in New York and Pennsylvania. Since I get a kick out of entertaining you guys, I thought I'd tell you all a story about how I almost died.
Before I was old enough to talk or walk or have any conscious memories that would last, my parents moved to Bethlehem, PA. While we were there, my mom had my younger sister. Having a daughter kinda fucked her up for some reason and she fell into a depression, laced with a heavy dose of paranoia.
My mom is scared shitless of witches. There was a very nice park near where we lived at the time. My mom was walking in the park when she found some caged birds near a stone table that looked kinda like an alter. My mom jumped to the conclusion that the birds were going to be sacrificed by witches. My dad thinks it was some sort of cub scout project. My mom never went to the park again.
One day, my mom was cooking while I was in my room alone. Suddenly she got this feeling to stop what she was doing and get me out of my crib. She picked me up and as soon as she walked out of the room, the ceiling collapsed- destroying the crib I was in completely. Why she got the feeling is a mystery, but if she hadn't I would be dead.
It gets weirder. One night my father had a dream where he got up and went to that room (which was upstairs) and looked out the window. Down in the driveway was a creepy man with a hoodie. He was staring up with an expressionless face. Suddenly he pointed up at my room with a sinister grin. My dad woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep.
Several minutes later, my mom starts screaming. My dad wakes her up and asks her if she was having a nightmare. She then describes to him the EXACT SAME DREAM my dad had, but in addition to the evil grin and pointing hand his eyes also turned red.
My theory? I was supposed to die that day. You know that cheesy movie Final Destination? I believe some of that might be true with me, like I was meant to die and I'm not supposed to be here. Maybe god saved me that day, or maybe the devil did. Maybe it's just a crazy coincidence. I don't know, but it's a cool story and I'm still here to tell it. ;)