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(Created page with "Hello. My name is Justin. What I am telling you is true. Like real real. Ok here it is. Ok my dad gave me his used hippy van from 1972 which when we had it, it was like thirteen years old. It was not like any van, it had an ice machine, leather seats, and it was like one of those hippy vans. My dad bought it from a junk yard when I was in high school and since I was a mechanic, I fixed it up. My friend and I always loved winter camping. We didn’t know why but we alwa...") |
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Ok my dad gave me his used hippy van from 1972 which when we had it, it was like thirteen years old. It was not like any van, it had an ice machine, leather seats, and it was like one of those hippy vans. My dad bought it from a junk yard when I was in high school and since I was a mechanic, I fixed it up.
My friend and I always loved winter camping. We
A trickle went up my spine like
Then it happened again. But this time whatever was touching me was now pushing me. Even to the point where my head hit the ventilation system. I kept on telling Ron to stop it but he kept on saying he
At about 12:00 am we stopped and Ron went to the Shell to get some snacks, drinks, gas, and what not. While he was doing all of that I heard a voice. Not a loud voice but a soft whispering voice.
Ron found me curled up in the corner of the van.
We got up and I had forgotten about whatever the fuck I felt and heard. We woke and ate. Ron started the car again and we were riding through the roads faster than a gazelle. Ron and I actually got there at 3:47 pm. When we got to the camp site we settled down.
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So he and I were getting wood and then I heard it again.
I
I was being pushed. My head was inches away from the fire and Ron grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
He grabbed the food, drinks, the mini skillet, and the sticks where you can put food through it and we got ready to eat. So after I ate I told Ron that I was going to go to bed in the van and he could sleep in the tent. He agreed happily because he was gonna sleep in the van.
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The key fell. So I went back to the key hole and it fit perfectly. I turn the key right and I heard an unlock sound. I opened the little door and found papers. Not any papers but some really, really fucked up shit. It was documents about a death of a woman.
The document says
My father was proven guilty with the charge of 30 years in prison. I let the cops confiscate it so they can see more clues about the murder. I am to this very day afraid of the haunting of my birth
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