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| The Psycho down the street; A Kilik story | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 16 2004, 08:00 PM (129 Views) | |
| KilikAJI | Nov 16 2004, 08:00 PM Post #1 |
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Since the booming popularity of my last story from my life (5 replies...2 or so were mine
) i decided to tell you all another story...not as long though. and now aces card topic is covered up again...
sorry ace---------------------------------------------------------- This is way back when i was in elementry school. I used to ride the bus to and from school every day. I became friends with this one little kid. He was a grade or 2 below me...cause he got held back a year. I used to hate him.....but we became friends. His name was john. We would always sit together and he lived right down the street from me. He would come over to my house and i would go to his house. His father died...and then his mother was dating someone else. His house was small but it was like an antique house. His house was sort of messy and dirty too. John would lie alot. He lied to me alot and i was so dumb i alwaysed believed him. One day when i was in 5th grade, first day of school, he didnt get on the bus. I didnt think of it as a big deal, but then a whole week went by and he never got on the bus. i thought he must of been getting home schooled now or something. Then a month or so later he calls me and told me he moved and he wanted to invite me to go trick or treating with him...i sadly had other plans that day...and my mom had a long talk with his mom....and when my mom was done talking she told me "That mom is a nut-case, you are never going to play with him again." i was pretty sad..i never talked to him for awhile. he called me up again several months later...and asked me if i wanted to go to the movies...keeping in mind what my mom said i said no i cant go. He never called me back after that. So lets back track alittle(these were the things i didnt know were going on)...johns grandmas time. his grandma gave the house to his johns mom. johns uncle wasnt that happy about that. but he didnt say anything. when his grandma had a heart attack and died...he came to the house...and would beat and threaten her to leave. he also threatened that he would harm john. after awhile of this they moved out and gave the uncle the house. He was a very mysterious guy. He never came out of the house. the windows were sealed.. I remember going to the house once...and ringing the door bell...i knew someone was inside and noone came to the door to answer it. i felt the worst felling in the world. like behind that door there is a giant 3 headed dog about to jump out at me. So a few years later. probably when i was in 7th grade i think...i was home...it was the weekend. I was actually on the computer >_> talking to zero(remember him) about SS2....and then my mom opened the door down stairs and said "Theres a house on fire down the street" We went outside and we saw the fire...it was johns old house. it was a sight. the flames were huge. One thing...there was a fire truck there....and they werent trying to put it out. they were just standing there waiting. and there was also police there. Soon there were news reporters and a helicopter coming around. We went inside and saw it on the news. Two policemen went to that house were the uncle lived now. They had a civil warrent and were going to take the house away. The uncle pulled out a gun and started shooting at them...no one got shot though. the policemen ran moved to safety...soon more police came with heavy shot guns (my brother said when he was coming home he saw them) they had the house surrounded. The crazy uncle....set the house on fire. must be thinking "If i cant have this house, noone will" soon the house was engulfed in flames...the uncle didnt flee...he was still inside. So the fire truck came and the police wouldnt let them come close to the fire...cause they thought they might get shot by the guy inside. You could hear the ammunition pop in the flames. the road got shut down where the fire truck was. My mom went down there...cause she knew johns mom well and thought she could give some info. she got interviewed...and had a brief moment on the news o_o the also had my house on the news from the helecopter...a brief moment as well so they waited hours and hours....and finally like 6 or so hours later they sent in the fire fighting crew. the took out the fire...and then they searched for the body. it took them a long while to find the body. They found that he didnt die from the fire.... he died from the smoke...even though half the WHOLE entire house...was like a giant....camp...fire.. so even today...theres still all that rubble there...and the only thing left...is the chimney :/ |
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| Tails2258 | Nov 16 2004, 08:35 PM Post #2 |
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That first part is kinda sad... cause, y'know... your friend moved away, and when you had an opprotunity to see him again, you couldn't. Heh, but then the story gets less sad and more entertaining. It's kinda shocking to hear that a house down your street burned down, plus your family was on the news... and by family, I mean your house... and mom... yea. :mellow: |
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| MegaManFan | Nov 16 2004, 09:37 PM Post #3 |
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I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean I happy because john didn't die!!!!! I was worried if he was in the house or not. He was like my best friend when I was living there. I didn't like his uncle. I moved when i was in 3 grade, he must of changed when i moved, because he was nice when i was with him. AND HIS GRANDMA DIED, NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE WAS COOL!!!!!!!!!!!! I liked her. But anyway I'm happy that John is alive!
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| SuperSonik | Nov 16 2004, 10:44 PM Post #4 |
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Irony rears it's ugly head yet again. The chimney stayed?......lolz, thats kinda weird. Dude, I suggest you move out of that neighborhood. It's mad creepy. It trakes forever to make a person move out of somewhere, or to get something you want. See, here in the city, when you hate somebody, it all takes about, what, 1/2 an hour to contact your local mob boss to "brush" off a guy?....Naw, j/k. Uh, yeah. I'm happy John's alive too. Go john! woot. He's a fighter....that john.... |
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| Sirias | Nov 16 2004, 11:44 PM Post #5 |
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- What strange things abuse can create. I bet he was Michael Jacksond (lol, get it?... it's not exactly funny...) and physically and psychologically damaged in his childhood. Plus, being a loner also contributes to insanity, quite majorly I think. Still, a little drastic for a step in retaining a house, I mean, I'd rather NOT burn down the house, just keep it, and kill anyone that came close (lol jks... or am I?). - I can't say I don't believe you, Kilik. I'm not exactly skeptical in these kinds of happenings, as things like this happen often in NZ. Well, not OFTEN, but I mean, I've more or less heard every single kind of crazy thing about devastating events. I WOULD tell you a story about this weird thing, but that's just trying to be a tryhard at telling stories, I mean, who really wants to know about these things? THE MEIDA Uh... sure. In a case like that, if I were the uncle I would rather die than serve a 1 year sentence in prison, or however much penalties he'll get for being a pyromaniac, or arson, or whatever, shooting police, abusing people, maybe even attempted murder aswell as a possibility of him killing the grandma or... whoever it was that died. Still, I digress. I don't know why a god would create us, with so many flaws. Are we supposed to stay with all these people around us who might become a maniac? Why can't harmony be a factor in life, we're always fighting, hardly ever resolving anything... |
DDR - Sirias and Gabriel
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| GeneralSlash | Nov 17 2004, 02:38 PM Post #6 |
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u sound like a little kid telling the first part of the story o_O; good to hear that...i think..if he had stayed..hed b a member here right now in some way or another.. |
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| Tails2258 | Nov 17 2004, 05:40 PM Post #7 |
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This John figure you speak of... is it a person or a refrence to a toilet? (sorry, that was stupid...) Eh, still... it's an odd story. For one thing, that Uncle is a freakin nutcase! He threatened his sister and his nephew for some antiquey house? Eh... I hope your house has nutcase insurance, Kilik. Heh, but just because there was ONE psycho on the street doens't mean anything... except... your house could now be HAUNTED!!! o_O |
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| lugnut360 | Nov 17 2004, 07:44 PM Post #8 |
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Wow. Jeez kilik it sound like you live in a hood somewhere where gangs hang out. I don't remember seeing it on the news but I remember you began telling me about CBT in seventh grade but you never mentioned this tragic event. Well I hope all is best for John and his Mother. P.S.- can we have more NonOprah-ish stories, seriously. Unless we want to start a depressing story section. |
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| Sirias | Nov 18 2004, 01:18 AM Post #9 |
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- God, my exam marks are so incredibly poor, I think I'm moving down a class *begs for forgiveness to the god that made us so* please let me stay in my class which is already quite low... PLEASE! - I think we went to an asylum (lol, more or less) once, and there was this little kid that was swearing the hell out of his ass to his mother. She didn't really care that much, but I mean the ways he described her were so in-depth, maybe even true... don't start. But truly, that was weird, and freaky, we almost *touched* him when we were walking past, and I felt a honest sense of the devil being reincarnated right before my eyes when I looked at him, it was so horrible. But that was a LONG time ago, like when I was 7 (7 years ago... maybe it'll happen again *sob*) so it hopefully doesn't occur once every 7 years. Has any other kind of strange thing happened since? I mean, anything that has any similarity towards that story. Uh... it'd be freaky if it happened again *de-ja-voo* (omfg, how the hell do you spell it?) but YOU were the person... I'd probably die. Well, virtually die... Hey, have any of you wondered where we go when we die? A strange subject, but it's really weird. No one truly knows, so they pick a path in which to follow and believe in, yet, I'm an athiest so I don't think we go to *heaven or hell* persé. I think we're either reincarnated into another being *human, animal, insect etc* or just a spirit that roams around aimlessly. It'd be kool if you became a ghost that could *touch* things and *see* so I could live for eternity and play all the latest games for free because no one'd be able to hurt me, lol, what a LAME reason to live for. |
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| Ace_McLairen | Nov 18 2004, 04:45 PM Post #10 |
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Eh, athiesm has only ONE bad part about it... What if when you DO die, there is a heaven or hell. Uh oh. And even if there isn't a heaven or hell or reincarnation or whatnot, and it's just eternal unconsciousness--at least you had some sort of eithics to go by through your life, right? Onto the subject, that sort of reminds me of this dude who lives in a house in our apartment complex. If you go behind the house the back glass door has this giant cardboardbox over it for a Nissan that was from 1995? That's been there for about a decade now. There's all these other junk and furniture piled over eachother in the house from where the cardboard doesn't cover. One time me and a group of friends knocked on the door and ran... The guy answered the door in JUST a bathing robe... It was like 4:30 PM. Weird.
I believe it is spelled Deja Vu... But everyone knows what Deja Vu is.... IT'S A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX. Out. |
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| Sirias | Nov 18 2004, 08:25 PM Post #11 |
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- OH OH OH! I remember something that happened about 2 weeks ago... - I think this isn't so bad, but, he's a REAL psycho. Anyway, we were walking to badminton/table tennis and there's this shortcut that you can go through to get there ALOT quicker, but heaps of people say there's this psycho that lives there, but we never saw him, and we did it about 10 times, so we tried it again. This time, I was walking with 2 Korean friends and 1 other friends, the other 5 or so were being chickens and went the slow way, leaving us alone. We started to walk though quietly, feeling a little nervous, and then we saw the shortcut that lead into the place, the open space leading towards it empty and silent. We crept along until my Indian friend (the other one) just went through real quickly. We didn't hear anything, and we didn't suspect anything because my friend just went through like nothing happened, but later, he said he heard the footsteps and carried on anyway. So there we were, 1 of the Koreans went through, and he was half way, before this guy caught him by the arm and then pulled up his collar next to his face and like shouted at him... I wasn't SO scared, well, I was scared, I thought I heard a chainsaw in the background or something, but anyway, I felt sorry for the Korean who was totally lost so I stood a little longer until the maniac looked at me. Honestly, fear truly supports you when you're running, because I think it was the fastest I ever ran... not trying to sound TOO much like a loser. Anyway, we went the slow way around and the other Korean that was caught was shaking a little, but he forgot about it. But then, the maniac came to where we played, and complained about people walking through his territory, and then stared at us. I couldn't believe how freakish he was, I just wanted to PUNCH him SO OVERLY MUCH, but, he was like 20 and like muscles were so obvious, so I thought not to. Ugh, but it was so weird, now we hardly ever go through, only once did the Korean go through to make up for that time, and he made it. Meh, I think he needs a psychiatrist or something that'll calm his nerves... |
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| KilikAJI | Nov 19 2004, 09:44 PM Post #12 |
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MEH! I FORGOT PART OF THE STORY...this part is meaningless now... while the fire was still going on..it the police were thinking that he might of escaped or he could be in a basement(no houses around here have basements though >_>....i was in the house once and there wasnt a basement).i was watching it from my driveway. and my neighbors were gone for the weekend. and while i was walking back to my house...i heard noises coming from inside the house...like banging and crashing...it was pretty weird o_o it freaked me out...i thought he somehow got into that house >_>;; im glad you all enjoyed the story...(hmm...should i be O_o isnt really the happiest story) yeah i dont think i mentioned it to many people cause whenever i start telling people stories they never pay attention o_o |
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| Zohar | Dec 20 2004, 02:15 PM Post #13 |
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Nice story Kilik, kinda sad though. Talking of uber depressing stories, I have one! When I was 8 or so and my bro was 5...I threw his gooey-eye-ball-thing up onto the ceiling of the apartment (this is when my house was being built). So, he took this broom, and as I was walking by, he performed a Link style jump attack. The eyeball fell off the ceiling, but he hit me, and the metal part stratched my head. I went into the PC room and said "Mommy, is my head sweating a lot, and why is it anyway!?" She freaked out and drove me to the hospital for I was bleeding pretty bad, and I got staples on my head. Hugo got grounded of course (that dumbass :P)...And thats it! Maybe thats why Im insane...My mommy didnt drop me! Its Hugo's fault o_O Well, 2 years later, my dad was driving at night and swerved outta teh road b/c a stoopid dog was there, and he crashed into a tree...almost died but he miraculously lived (he was a bodybuilder pretty much then, so I wonder y). I guess the first story is a little more dramatic of course, though...Tell me what you think lol... |
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) i decided to tell you all another story...not as long though. and now aces card topic is covered up again...
sorry ace














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