All supernatural, inexplicable and strange events have an explanation to them, but sometimes

you come across something so bizarre you feel trapped.

What do you do then?

Forget the event, tell someone about it, because I'm a coward, I pretend nothing has happened.

After all, if anyone else can do anything.

Yesterday my brother and I had arrived at my aunt Jenny's beachfront house.

It was massive, gorgeous.

It was pristine decorated, a house that looked like it could be in a catalog.

Every few years I get to travel across the country from my crappy old town to stay in a party

city with beautiful beaches, women and weather.

Except this is the first year my parents didn't join us.

As soon as we walked through the doors of the house, Jenny death hugged my brother in

me.

Boy is my boy!

She exclaimed as if we had almost died.

A bit dramatic, but Jenny has a lot of love for us.

Oh Jenny, I can't breathe.

My brother Ethan exclaimed while his face was squashed between our bodies.

Sorry, Jenny loose in the grip.

Jenny turned to me looking me up and down.

Oliver, you've grown so much.

Peabody does that, I smiled.

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