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I wanted to share a story with you.

I was talking to a friend about energy and ghosts and entities and demons and all that.

And she said, hey, do you remember the time? And I said, oh, yeah. So one of those stories. And I totally forgotten about it.

When I was about 16, I was dating a boy that I was head over in heels, head over heels in love with. He was like 19. So I guess nowadays, that would probably be illegal. I'm not really sure. But he had a motorcycle and my dad just adamantly did not ever want me going on the motorcycle. If he wanted to go on a date with me, he had to pick me up in his car. So one day my dad sat me down and he said, if you out with him I'm afraid or if you continue this

relationship with him basically is what you were saying you were going to end up dead and I said

okay and he said I just I want you to break things off with him there's other guys your age

that are out there just please trust me so. So I did. About three weeks later,

this guy ended up getting killed on his motorcycle. He actually ended up getting decapitated.

And I was absolutely devastated. He was speeding or I'm not, I don't really remember what

exactly happened, but it was just so

eerie that my dad knew that so my friend and I we decided about I don't know maybe about a month

and a half after his funeral to go to the cemetery where he was buried and go visit visit his

grave and we did that And for some bizarre reason, I decided to take, the dirt was still like over his grave. There was grass grown there yet. But I had decided for some crazy reason to take some dirt off of his grave. And I literally took a handful of dirt

and threw it into my purse. And I forgot, I forgot I had it in there. So when I came home,

I don't know, it was about three days later, I, you know, I would come home and I would put my

purse. I had like a closet that was about three days later. I, you know, I would come home and I would put my purse.

I had like a closet that was directly across from my bed. And it was kind of a narrow, long closet. I'm not sure why it was so small, but it was the way our house was designed, I guess. So I would always hang like my backpack and my purse and my jacket from the, from the hooks that were on the out.

I had some on the outside of the door and then some that were like on the inside of the closet.

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