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When I was 5 years old I moved to America from Italy. My parents and I were looking at a house in Washington state. The realtor was showing them around the house, I fell back and started being a nosy brat and opening up doors. I opened a door that I thought was a bedroom. Here is the scene as I remember it:
It was a dark room with a window in the back wall straight ahead of me covered with curtains or blinds. Everything in the room was just a shadow or faint outline. What it looked like to me was that there was a couch in the middle of the room facing the window, its back to me. I saw the black figure of a curly haired young man sit up on the couch and look towards me, startled.
I thought perhaps the house was still occupied and that I had gone into a room I wasn't supposed to. I got scared, quickly closed the door and was approached by my dad. I admitted to him my misbehavior and asked him if people were still living here, which was followed by him opening the door and turning on the lights. There was no young man, there was no couch. It was a garage. Before leaving the house, the realtor (I don't remember if she was prompted or on her own accord) confessed that the previous owner's son committed suicide in the garage.
And that's my story of "the curly haired guy" no one believes and/or tries to find logical reasoning for.
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[–] esoterik 0 points 6 points 6 points (+6|-0) ago
When I was 5 years old I moved to America from Italy. My parents and I were looking at a house in Washington state. The realtor was showing them around the house, I fell back and started being a nosy brat and opening up doors. I opened a door that I thought was a bedroom. Here is the scene as I remember it:
It was a dark room with a window in the back wall straight ahead of me covered with curtains or blinds. Everything in the room was just a shadow or faint outline. What it looked like to me was that there was a couch in the middle of the room facing the window, its back to me. I saw the black figure of a curly haired young man sit up on the couch and look towards me, startled.
I thought perhaps the house was still occupied and that I had gone into a room I wasn't supposed to. I got scared, quickly closed the door and was approached by my dad. I admitted to him my misbehavior and asked him if people were still living here, which was followed by him opening the door and turning on the lights. There was no young man, there was no couch. It was a garage. Before leaving the house, the realtor (I don't remember if she was prompted or on her own accord) confessed that the previous owner's son committed suicide in the garage.
And that's my story of "the curly haired guy" no one believes and/or tries to find logical reasoning for.
[–] hyperaddic 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
you saw their son for sure. don't doubt that. he was in that garage.
[–] CttCJim 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
If I recall, there's a law that recent deaths must be disclosed by the realtor.
[–] l23r 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Apparently if the neighbours next to you are really shitty, like ASBO level, they're supposed to tell you.