My new house is great, but its been very difficult adjusting.
We’ve only been here a week and I’m concerned.
There was a dead crow in front of our house when I first got here. Like right out in front, dead center, almost on the porch.
Then I’m telling the freaking only person I know in town about it and she tells me this story about a double ■■■■■■■ homicide that happened right down the street. I mean right down the street, I can see it, now, from where I’m typing this very minute.
Its not some sort of urban legend, it happened three years ago and it was pretty high profile for the area, so there is a internet search goldmine of information. Plus one of the people that died actually worked with my friend’s husband. She knew them.
Additionally, there are all these strange symbols on this street. Like carved in trees and in old cement.
And someone has taken crow feathers and stuck them in the ground, in a circle, in three different spots I found. THREE. One of which is right by my house.
Not kidding, not hallucinating. I have pictures, of all of it.
And that’s the biggest problem, if I show these pictures to my husband and tell him whats going on, I’m going to the ■■■■■■■ hospital, tonight.
He will not tolerate any evidence collecting, as it has been a problem in the past.
I don’t know what to do, I feel like its real this time.
Typing that right now I realize how it sounds, but seriously, something is strange about this place.