My great Uncle Ray and Great Aunt Ann lived in a little house on the outer edge of town. Never had children or pets. Their house was always in some disarray; roof needed repaired or siding falling off. When uncle Ray's truck broke down, he didn't get it fixed, he just rode a bicycle around town. He always wore Levi's blue jeans and a white cotton tshirt. He would mow lawns for some extra money, and he was a car salesman back in the day.

Ray and Ann passed away 3 hours apart, in different facilities. Ann first; then Ray.

Since Ray was the last one living, they contacted his next of kin which was my mom. She got a call from a lawyer and was scared to call him back because she thought they were going to make her pay for the funerals. Lawyer says no, no, you just need to come in and talk to me.


Stacks and stacks of CDs and bonds, laundry basket filled with cash (covered in clothes), cash rolled up under kitchen sink, some here, some there.. Multiple bank accounts.. Ended up being close to $2mil.

The only bill my mom had to pay in Ray's name after he passed was his electric bill.. $37.

The day my mother died suddenly, I found out that both she and my dad had been married before. On top of this, the "cousin" that used to come visit us when I was a child was actually my half-sister! She had stopped coming around, but I always liked her and wished she would come back. Sad part is, even my father had lost track of his own daughter (long story involving the secret they were keeping from me, a marriage and subsequent move and then divorce of my half-sister) and he hadn't able to locate her for years. Happy ending - 18 years after my mom's death, my sister contacts me out of the blue, we meet up for a tearful reunion, and shortly afterwards, father and daughter are reunited at last! We all love each other dearly and love to get together (we each live in different states.).

My great grandfather lived with me since I was born, I pretty much knew everything about him but after he died I learned a few interesting stories. One was how back in the 50s, he used to be a raging alcoholic, and went out partying all the time, then one day he woke up and found my great grandma beaten almost to a pulp, he asked who did it, it turned out he did in a drunken fit. After that he quit drinking cold turkey, the only time he ever drank afterwards was my uncle's wedding in 1986 and his 75th birthday in 2005.

That guy who crawled into a tiny tunnel in a cave and died upside down when he got stuck. So disturbing to imagine knowing that your last day on earth was spent upside down, nearly losing consciousness with you and your very upset family contemplating how bad you f****d up. Haunted me for days.

Woman in male dominated field here. Was not given proper safety training or safety gear and forced to use a chainsaw to cut up wood without any experience. Was told later that the boys were betting on which body part I’d lose and instead of helping me, were sitting around laughing and waiting for a scream.

Back in the late 1990's I used to supervise a crew doing Trauma Scene work. We would go into buildings after homicide, s*****e, unattended deaths, accidental deaths, fire death or pretty much any messed up thing that could happen inside a building, home or office.



The following story happened on one of those scenes I have a few others that have really stuck with me but this one was probably more the works of evil spirits than others that were just sad.


We often got dispatched out sometimes with little details only like Vehicle damage to structure with fatality, or Fire Damage structure with multiple Fatalities, sometimes it was very vague like death inside home.


We were dispatched to a single family house in the outskirts of Los Angeles a working class neighborhood with homes built probably in the early 1950's, not a bad run down section but just an area where families lived quiet unassuming area.


We arrive to the site, it was a ranch style home with a sweeping driveway to the street, the garage door was open and an older lady was sitting inside the garage smoking.


I walked up to her and introduce myself and said I am sorry for your loss, we are here to help clean up and do whatever we can to help you.


I can tell she is nervous but in most of these situations we run into people crying, shock, or just stone quiet and unable to speak. Most of the time, they have someone there to help them like a family friend, family member or neighbor. However she was all alone, she looked very uneasy and I can see that she has a sofa, tv on a stand and clothes piled up in her garage.


I asked her if she would like to show me the area where the incident occured she said to me "I'm not going back in that house" She then points to a front bedroom window and said that is the room. I did not know what happened there, as usual I wasn't given much details, not that I needed to know but sometimes it helped knowing if were were dealing with a murder, s*****e, or child death.


I start to ask her if there was anything in that room that might be affected that she would like for us to save or secure for her. She said she didn't care about anything in that house and she was not going back inside.


I was just thinking to myself, this is sometimes pretty typical, no one likes to go back inside where loved ones were lost.


She starts to tell me a story that made my hair on the back of my neck stand up. She said, that her son killed himself in that room. She said that there were evil spirits in that house. I just said I am sorry, she said no you don't understand. She said that a year ago her other son killed himself inside the house too, the demons attacked him and took him too. She also said that a few years before that her husband killed himself in the house too.



To me, in all the people I have met in situation where loved ones were lost, you get a sense of grief and sometimes mental illness. I didn't get mental illness from her, what I got was a poor woman scared out of her mind. I asked her if she wanted me to call anyone for her she said that either a family member or a friend was coming to take her away. I can't remember exactly what she said.


I asked her to sign our paperwork allowing us to do what we needed to do and asked her if there was anything she wouldn't want us to dispose of, she said "you can just burn this place down for all I care"



I gathered my crew and we suited up to go inside. We entered the room and it was a smaller bedroom, blue painted walls, a little on the messy side. There was a pool of blood at the foot of the bed, vomit on the bed and on one side of the bedroom walls the entire wall was written in blood.


We could only make out some words as it almost didn't seem like it was in English.


We later found out from a neighbor that the son who was an adult son had drank acid and then slit his throat and expired sitting on the bed.


We cut out the carpet, wrapped the mattress up, and cleaned up the room so there was no longer any traces of what was left behind.


During the time we worked the old lady took off and we locked up the house.


The thing is we were in the house for a few hours and the feeling inside the house was like that of being in a cave or something the air was thick, the smell inside the house was sick, more than stale but pungent and foul. We all felt like we wanted to get out of there in a hurry.


The way that the old lady was scared to go back inside, the fact that the house took her husband, and two sons, I had not been a huge believer in evil lingering inside a place until then. I honestly felt it and still remember it today.

Almost all politicians regardless of party are funded by the same few hundred/ thousand sociopaths at the very top, and we are slowly losing our rights and freedoms in plain sight and we are are sleep walking into a dystopian nightmare.

Slavery was legal


Colonialism was legal


Jim Crow was legal


Apartheid was legal


Legality is a matter of power, not justice


Human rights are never given by those in power. They are fought for by the oppressed.

That women are more likely to be r***d by their family(husband/brother/father) in their own bed at home than a stranger on the street.