The Oh, Hello and I have three spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from January the 15th

2024 and story number one comes from Billy. My sister is troubled. She tried to

kill me several times. We shall call her Ness. I do have many other more colourful terms but kids listen.

So the first time she tried was while I was still in utero. She tied a jump rope to the stair

banisters and started screaming that she was hurt, so my mother would and did rush down to check on her, ultimately causing bleeding and bed rest.

She almost lost me.

The second and third time she tried to drown me twice, once in the tub when I was five and the second time in a pond by my grandmother's home.

Ricky saved me the second time.

The fourth time she tried to poison me with my love of smoothies. She took all, and I mean all, of the bottles of everything out of the medicine cabinet and made me a very sweet smoothie that I did drink. I woke up with a tube

down my throat in the hospital. I was eight and I was terrified. The fifth time she tried to hang me with a robe tie. I don't remember a lot of this one. I do remember waking up in the hospital. I was 10 at this time.

This I feel is one of the reasons my parents split up. Right after leaving the hospital they

disagreed on how to deal with Ness's behavior. Due to them not being able to agree on if she should be

institutionalised for her benefit and my safety.

She did not go away. My mother took us both to my grandmothers to live,

which was the only good thing to come of it. This was when she started being

brutal. She would pull out my thumbnails, both of which will never grow right, by sitting on my back and putting her foot on the hand of the day and using

pliers. She would rip it out and tell me this wouldn't happen if you hadn't been born, it was better

without you. I was beaten bloody with brushes, shoes and the stupid

giant wooden fork spoon decor people had in the 80s, cornered and kicked sometimes

until I was unconscious.

It was my fault, they split up, I just would not die.

I did get smarter though, and a lot less trusting of everyone, including my parents parents who this point I felt didn't care.

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