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July 15, 2018
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So its the summer of '96, July, Tupac is still alive, I know right. I'm in my teens at this point. My girl, at the time, and I, with a couple of friends are all hanging out at my house. It's around eleven o' clock at night and the last joint we could muster up out of the bag is slowly being burned and passed around. My Parent is on a trip for their job for the entire weekend so its a party. We have the radio going, another friend of mine, who I think was born with a full beard, was able to get some beer so we are getting fucked up to the nearest tenth at this point. Typical teenager stuff.

So my girl is on the house phone talking to some of her friends. She wants to know if they can come over too. I was reluctant at first, but then I looked at my patnas and felt bad it was a sausage fest for them, so I said sure. I told her to relay to her friends, only girls, and to bring some more weed. She told them my address and we went back to partying.

My girl was a tease, she knew she was fine and had it in all the rite palaces. So she's dancing in front of all of us, giving my Patnas a sneak peak. I would look at them, looking at her, then they would notice me and quickly look away. "The fuck you looking at?", I would say to em with a stone cold face. "Nothing man.", they would reply as I laughed and broke the news I got a surprise coming for them.

No sooner as I said that, there was a knock at my front door. I remember thinking, damn, that was fast. I opened the front door and it was my girlfriends older sister. She looked pissed. She walked right pass me in to the house and told my girl, "Thanks for lying about where you where at, get your stuff. I'm taking you home." Mind you, my girl has her top pulled down with her black bra exposed, from the dancing.

So after a little back and forth, my girl complied and had to go. "Surprise!", one of my friends said. 

"Man, shut the fuck up." I replied. As the party continued. So a while passes and I get another knock at my door. It was my girls friends. I had totally forgot about them! I explained to them what had happened and how she had to leave. They said, "So, can we still hang out.?"

"Come on in." I said, as they walked in to my living room. Now its about six guys and three girls. "Surprise!" I said back to my friends sarcastically. Then I asked one of the girls if they brought the weed. She reached in to her friends pant pocket and held up the bag.

"So, what school y'all go to?" One of my patnas asked as he took the bag from her and began rolling one up. Its was funny because midway through rolling it up he looks at them and asks, "Do you mind?", lol. We all started laughing. They started drinking and the party continued. All three of them were hot so my friends began the usual pissing contest amongst themselves to impress them. 

So now it has to be one in the morning, we are smoked out and drunk. One of the girls is looking through my collection of music, playing DJ. The other two chicks are still playing hard to get on the sofa with my friends. One of them, a brunette, is showing my boy her belly button piercing.

I'm just talking shit with another friend of mine as a knock at the door startles us. I looked at the girls and asked them if they invited any one else? They said replied "No.", in a slow, drawn out mannor.

I open the door and no one is there. I also notice my porch light is broken with shards of glass laying on the ground below where it hangs. I step out and look around and see nothing out of the ordinary. "Who is it?", one of my friends yell's from inside the house. "No one." I reply back, as I step inside and lock the door. Odd. 

Not to ruin the mood of the party, or my buddies chances of getting some. I just played it off. I noticed the girl with the belly button piercing and my Patna were now kind of making out. So I pull a friend of mine aside and explained to him what happened. He said let's go check it out. So we went back outside, me now with a broom in hand to clean the glass, and the light bulb that was previously shattered was now back together and in its proper place in the fixture above.

"Ok, who is it, who's fucking with me?", I ask my buddy. He replied quickly with, "Sean, we were all in the front room man. You sure it was broken?"

I know what I saw, but I also knew he was right that everyone was in the same room. So I just say, "Man, that weed is some good shit.", and laugh as we go back inside.

The girl who was playing the music looks up as we walk in and asks if everything is alright. My friend is about to tell her, but I cut him off and say yea, everything is cool. I give my Patna the stink eye and he knows not to continue any further with it. The other girl with the pair is holding council with some of my friends talking about politics. I Go and put the broom up and get me another beer from the fridge. I'm kind of uneasy at this point, but say fuck it, as I twist the top off of the beer and rejoin them.

So as I enter the living room the guy who was making out with the brunette with the piercing on my couch quickly yells out. We all look. She bit his lip. 

The other girl that was talking politics earlier lashes out, "Damn Stacy, he's bleeding what the fuck!"

"I got it." I reply as I get up and get the guy a paper towel. I hand it to him along with a cold beer. "This should help." I say.

The girl that bit him dabbs the blood and as she's doing so everybody returns back to socializing. I notice she is kind of whispering something to herself in the process of helping the guy. No one else is seeing this but me. She then asks me where the bathroom is and I get up and show her. "You want me to take care of that for you?", I ask her. Looking at the bloody paper towel in her palm. "Its already been taking care of." She says nonchalant as she walks in to the bathroom and locks the door.

Ok, I remember saying to myself. So I walk in to the front room and began asking the other two girls what was up with that.

"She likes it ruff apparently." One of them replies and gets the reaction, I'm assuming, she wanted from the guys in the room.

Just then I hear,

"Sean, I'm not feeling so good man." The guy who was bit chimes in.

The two girls quickly look at each other in silence with a serious look on their face. 

"Suck it up pussy, you mixed and matched to much tonight, that's all." My friend witht the beard offers as the rest of the homies laughed.

One of the girls quickly gets up and walks to the bathroom and knocks on the door. 

"Stacy, we have to go now." She says in a serious tone.

At this point we are all like what the fuck?

The girl comes out the bathroom and both of them say its late and they really need to go. The blond who was acting as the house DJ is reluctant to follow their orders.

"Get up now." The girl who did the biting says to her. 

Some of the guys try to talk them into staying, but the blond gets up and begins walking to the door with them.

"What about the weed?", someone asks them.

"Keep what's left of it, its the least we could do." One of them replies.

I watch them walk out and realise they didn't even drive here. They began walking down the street and arguing amongst themselves. I shut the door and listen as the guys start badgering my friend who got bit for running them off.

All of a sudden I get a, "Sean. Come see this." From one of my friends inside my bathroom.

I pop my head inside the door and see small blood circles all over my vanity mirror. I then notice the napkin that had my friends blood was used to do it, and that it was burned on the sink and the ashes were used to write some cryptic looking shit on the counter. I was pissed. I was confused. I was bugged out.

A couple of my friends said it was getting late and began to leave. The guy who got bit was pale white at this point so they offered to drop him off at his house. They thanked me for the party and I saw them off. One or two of my other patnas stayed and crashed at my house for the night.

The bathroom I would just clean in the morning.

The T.V. started flickering on us, the light in my bedroom popped when I hit the switch, the neighbors dogs barked all night, something was just off. That night as I slept I had one of the worst nightmares ever in my life.

The next morning I woke up and my two friends were still sound asleep. I went to the bathroom to piss and noticed none of the blood or ash was present. I woke the other two guys up and asked them who cleaned it. Neither one of them did.

We searched for the weed also, but could not find it. I figured one of these two just stole it.

They ended up leaving shortly after and I went to see my girl to tell her about what had happened after she left abruptly the night before.

I named the three girls that came over by name and she got super silent.

"Baby, is this some kind of joke?" She replied.

I assured her I was not joking in the least.

"I don't know of or have any friends with those names.", she said. The girls she called to come over just flaked out and didn't show.

I called her a liar and accessed her of fucking with me. Her older sister was walking by her room and had overheard us arguing. 

"Did you say, Stacy, Megan and Karen?" She asked.

I said yes and began to describe them.

Wait a second, I'll be rite back. She left and went to her room and returned with her old senior yearbook, she graduated about ten years before us mind you.

She opened it to the back, and there it was. A memoriam page, complete with pictures dedicated to the three girls who were in my home the night before.

They had long since died in an apartment fire in the city a decade ago. My girls sister told me they were "Goths" before that was even a thing.

They guy who was bit by one of them developed a rare lung disease that nearly killed him, he still has problems to this day. Every one else at that party has had strange accounts happen through out there lives. One of them even committed suicide not to long ago.

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Karacalla said
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So its the summer of '96, July, Tupac is still alive, I know right. I'm in my teens at this point. My girl, at the time, and I, with a couple of friends are all hanging out at my house. It's around eleven o' clock at night and the last joint we could muster up out of the bag is slowly being burned and passed around. My Parent is on a trip for their job for the entire weekend so its a party. We have the radio going, another friend of mine, who I think was born with a full beard, was able to get some beer so we are getting fucked up to the nearest tenth at this point. Typical teenager stuff.

So my girl is on the house phone talking to some of her friends. She wants to know if they can come over too. I was reluctant at first, but then I looked at my patnas and felt bad it was a sausage fest for them, so I said sure. I told her to relay to her friends, only girls, and to bring some more weed. She told them my address and we went back to partying.

My girl was a tease, she knew she was fine and had it in all the rite palaces. So she's dancing in front of all of us, giving my Patnas a sneak peak. I would look at them, looking at her, then they would notice me and quickly look away. "The fuck you looking at?", I would say to em with a stone cold face. "Nothing man.", they would reply as I laughed and broke the news I got a surprise coming for them.

No sooner as I said that, there was a knock at my front door. I remember thinking, damn, that was fast. I opened the front door and it was my girlfriends older sister. She looked pissed. She walked right pass me in to the house and told my girl, "Thanks for lying about where you where at, get your stuff. I'm taking you home." Mind you, my girl has her top pulled down with her black bra exposed, from the dancing.

So after a little back and forth, my girl complied and had to go. "Surprise!", one of my friends said. 

"Man, shut the fuck up." I replied. As the party continued. So a while passes and I get another knock at my door. It was my girls friends. I had totally forgot about them! I explained to them what had happened and how she had to leave. They said, "So, can we still hang out.?"

"Come on in." I said, as they walked in to my living room. Now its about six guys and three girls. "Surprise!" I said back to my friends sarcastically. Then I asked one of the girls if they brought the weed. She reached in to her friends pant pocket and held up the bag.

"So, what school y'all go to?" One of my patnas asked as he took the bag from her and began rolling one up. Its was funny because midway through rolling it up he looks at them and asks, "Do you mind?", lol. We all started laughing. They started drinking and the party continued. All three of them were hot so my friends began the usual pissing contest amongst themselves to impress them. 

So now it has to be one in the morning, we are smoked out and drunk. One of the girls is looking through my collection of music, playing DJ. The other two chicks are still playing hard to get on the sofa with my friends. One of them, a brunette, is showing my boy her belly button piercing.

I'm just talking shit with another friend of mine as a knock at the door startles us. I looked at the girls and asked them if they invited any one else? They said replied "No.", in a slow, drawn out mannor.

I open the door and no one is there. I also notice my porch light is broken with shards of glass laying on the ground below where it hangs. I step out and look around and see nothing out of the ordinary. "Who is it?", one of my friends yell's from inside the house. "No one." I reply back, as I step inside and lock the door. Odd. 

Not to ruin the mood of the party, or my buddies chances of getting some. I just played it off. I noticed the girl with the belly button piercing and my Patna were now kind of making out. So I pull a friend of mine aside and explained to him what happened. He said let's go check it out. So we went back outside, me now with a broom in hand to clean the glass, and the light bulb that was previously shattered was now back together and in its proper place in the fixture above.

"Ok, who is it, who's fucking with me?", I ask my buddy. He replied quickly with, "Sean, we were all in the front room man. You sure it was broken?"

I know what I saw, but I also knew he was right that everyone was in the same room. So I just say, "Man, that weed is some good shit.", and laugh as we go back inside.

The girl who was playing the music looks up as we walk in and asks if everything is alright. My friend is about to tell her, but I cut him off and say yea, everything is cool. I give my Patna the stink eye and he knows not to continue any further with it. The other girl with the pair is holding council with some of my friends talking about politics. I Go and put the broom up and get me another beer from the fridge. I'm kind of uneasy at this point, but say fuck it, as I twist the top off of the beer and rejoin them.

So as I enter the living room the guy who was making out with the brunette with the piercing on my couch quickly yells out. We all look. She bit his lip. 

The other girl that was talking politics earlier lashes out, "Damn Stacy, he's bleeding what the fuck!"

"I got it." I reply as I get up and get the guy a paper towel. I hand it to him along with a cold beer. "This should help." I say.

The girl that bit him dabbs the blood and as she's doing so everybody returns back to socializing. I notice she is kind of whispering something to herself in the process of helping the guy. No one else is seeing this but me. She then asks me where the bathroom is and I get up and show her. "You want me to take care of that for you?", I ask her. Looking at the bloody paper towel in her palm. "Its already been taking care of." She says nonchalant as she walks in to the bathroom and locks the door.

Ok, I remember saying to myself. So I walk in to the front room and began asking the other two girls what was up with that.

"She likes it ruff apparently." One of them replies and gets the reaction, I'm assuming, she wanted from the guys in the room.

Just then I hear,

"Sean, I'm not feeling so good man." The guy who was bit chimes in.

The two girls quickly look at each other in silence with a serious look on their face. 

"Suck it up pussy, you mixed and matched to much tonight, that's all." My friend witht the beard offers as the rest of the homies laughed.

One of the girls quickly gets up and walks to the bathroom and knocks on the door. 

"Stacy, we have to go now." She says in a serious tone.

At this point we are all like what the fuck?

The girl comes out the bathroom and both of them say its late and they really need to go. The blond who was acting as the house DJ is reluctant to follow their orders.

"Get up now." The girl who did the biting says to her. 

Some of the guys try to talk them into staying, but the blond gets up and begins walking to the door with them.

"What about the weed?", someone asks them.

"Keep what's left of it, its the least we could do." One of them replies.

I watch them walk out and realise they didn't even drive here. They began walking down the street and arguing amongst themselves. I shut the door and listen as the guys start badgering my friend who got bit for running them off.

All of a sudden I get a, "Sean. Come see this." From one of my friends inside my bathroom.

I pop my head inside the door and see small blood circles all over my vanity mirror. I then notice the napkin that had my friends blood was used to do it, and that it was burned on the sink and the ashes were used to write some cryptic looking shit on the counter. I was pissed. I was confused. I was bugged out.

A couple of my friends said it was getting late and began to leave. The guy who got bit was pale white at this point so they offered to drop him off at his house. They thanked me for the party and I saw them off. One or two of my other patnas stayed and crashed at my house for the night.

The bathroom I would just clean in the morning.

The T.V. started flickering on us, the light in my bedroom popped when I hit the switch, the neighbors dogs barked all night, something was just off. That night as I slept I had one of the worst nightmares ever in my life.

The next morning I woke up and my two friends were still sound asleep. I went to the bathroom to piss and noticed none of the blood or ash was present. I woke the other two guys up and asked them who cleaned it. Neither one of them did.

We searched for the weed also, but could not find it. I figured one of these two just stole it.

They ended up leaving shortly after and I went to see my girl to tell her about what had happened after she left abruptly the night before.

I named the three girls that came over by name and she got super silent.

"Baby, is this some kind of joke?" She replied.

I assured her I was not joking in the least.

"I don't know of or have any friends with those names.", she said. The girls she called to come over just flaked out and didn't show.

I called her a liar and accessed her of fucking with me. Her older sister was walking by her room and had overheard us arguing. 

"Did you say, Stacy, Megan and Karen?" She asked.

I said yes and began to describe them.

Wait a second, I'll be rite back. She left and went to her room and returned with her old senior yearbook, she graduated about ten years before us mind you.

She opened it to the back, and there it was. A memoriam page, complete with pictures dedicated to the three girls who were in my home the night before.

They had long since died in an apartment fire in the city a decade ago. My girls sister told me they were "Goths" before that was even a thing.

They guy who was bit by one of them developed a rare lung disease that nearly killed him, he still has problems to this day. Every one else at that party has had strange accounts happen through out there lives. One of them even committed suicide not to long ago.  

Good tale. Have you spoken about it with any of the people involved with it recently?

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  Out of all the guys that where present that night, One died, One is confined to his house because of the respiratory thing, and the other two moved away. The other guy, who had the beard in the story, I still know and live in the same area. He actually sought out professional help a while ago because of this. When ever I bring it up, he just walks away. He told me if we are to continue being friends we can never talk about it. I would rather have my friend in my life than press him on it. So it goes unspoken. 

What I didn't mention in the story, because I didn't want it any longer than it had to be, was in the weeks following the event all the grass around my house died suddenly, Along with our family pets (Bird, Fish, House cat) My mother got severely ill and had to be hospitalized. My younger sibling, who was around five when this happened ,was staying by my grandmothers house at the time of it, would be suddenly awoken by people whispering in their ears at night. The over all feeling of our house was just like something was zapping the energy out of us. My mother didn't believe in all that stuff, but watching all of this unfold so close to each other made her seriously re-think her position on it. She knew I would never admit to throwing a party behind her back and having girls over, so when I did, she knew I was telling the truth.

It got bad. In desperation, my mother contacted a church and tried to get help, but because we where not practicing members of its congregation they couldn't do anything for us. Nice, huh.

So being as we are from New Orleans, and Voodoo is a legit religion down here, we sought help from a woman deeply involved in it. She was African American and appeared to be in her early nineties, back in '96. She arrived at our house and was helped by her great granddaughter getting out of the car. As soon as she got up to our porch she grabbed her stomach in pain. She told her grand daughter to get her bag from the car and give it to her. We all tried to help her up the steps in to the house, but she sternly suggested we let her go at it alone. She dumped some kind of powder in a line by the front door and told us, under no circumstances for any of us to enter in.

We all stood in the front yard with the ladies great granddaughter as we herd screams and yelling and then strange singing coming from within the house. My girl couldn't take it and left. My mother started to cry and we consoled her. I just remember thinking, is this really happening? Some of the neighbors across the street came outside looking, but I told them these are the people who used to live in the house before us and that it was really emotional for the grandmother being in it again. They let out an "Ahhh..." , in approval, and went back inside minding their business. 

After about an hour, the elderly lady emerged from our front door and said we wouldn't be having anymore problems.

As she made her way down the steps we helped her to her car. My mother was still upset and unnerved about the entire thing.

The lady consoled my mom and asked to speak with her in private inside the car. So my mother, sitting in the drivers seat, and the elderly lady, sitting in the passengers seat talked in private for about an half an hour away from all of us. I got in to conversation with her granddaughter and found out we had a lot of things in common, we even exchanged numbers. We never spoke about what just happened. My mother exited the vehicle with a paper she quickly folded and shoved in her pocket and the granddaughter got in and they drove off. I waited until they were out of site to start the domino of questions I had. My mom said the lady gave her instructions we where to follow for the next couple of days and not talking about it, was at the top of the list.

When we went inside, the same powder stuff the lady had put in the entrance way was underneath all our windows and other doorways. Inside each room there where symbols made from the powder sprawled out across the floors. I said I would get the broom and clean it, my mom said no, it would have to stay as it is for a couple of days.

The next day, the grass started to turn green and a vibrant feeling of life was once again felt in our home. I was pissed at my girlfriend for leaving and did not return any of her calls, in my mind I was done with her for abandoning us like that. Later that night, I called the granddaughter of the elderly lady to let her know the fast paced progress we where experiencing and just to chat with her more, I also thought she was cute! She answered the phone sobbing and let me know her great grandmother, the lady who came to our house the day before, passed away peacefully in her sleep that night. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I offered her my condolences and asked her where her grandmothers services would be held at, she gave me the info and we hung up. I told my mother and she was upset to learn of the ladies passing. She agreed we should go pay our respects, it was the least we could do seeing as the elderly woman would not take any payment for helping us.

I wont speak on the actual events at the service, because it is nothing like a traditional funeral. We, my mother and I and some of the other attendants of it, were told to step outside for some aspects of the process being as we where outsiders, not of the family, but of the religion. I saw her granddaughter standing alone later that night and offered her some kind words. In a strange twist of fate, we would go on to be a couple and she would end up being my wife and the mother of my two kids. On our wedding day, my mother, now wheelchair bound, gave me an envelope. I opened it and could not make out the handwriting of the letter inside of it. My new wife, standing beside me immediately recognized It as her Great grandmothers. The note my mom had quickly stuffed in her pocket after she exited the vehicle that day at our house, this was it. This was the payment for helping us. Two simple instructions asked of my mother. One, never to read it and Two, to give it to me on my wedding day. Honestly, I almost fainted learning of this. My wife began to cry reading it. It was a combination of west African and french, I couldn't decipher any of it, but my wife could. It basically said, to Save was to Give and that we would always be protected. My wife got to the last sentence of the letter and completely lost it and said she had to sit down. This garnered attention from the people at our reception and a small crowd formed around her. As I got her a chair to sit in, Her aunt picked the letter up from the floor, as my wife had dropped it being she was so taking back by it . Her Aunt gasped as she began the translation to English out loud for me and the rest of the crowd. This part I remember word-for-word,

"Don't worry, I've told her all about her beautiful mother and her new family."

I was dumbfounded and asked my wife if her aunt translated that correctly. As she sat in the chair crying, she said she was waiting for our honeymoon to tell me she was pregnant. 

 

This is something I've been holding on to inside of me for a long time, It matters not where I finally told my story at. Just to know I have spoke it out in to the world is liberating for me. 

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You motherfucker, lol.  Your story just inspired me to spend 4 hours drunk as shit reading reddit posts about unexplained phenomena.

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I don't even care if this is real or not...if not, you are a creative mother fucko and this should be made into a screen play or something...damn....

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