Fucked up story:
My best friend's name is Rachel....she grew up and was connected at the hip with a guy named Lee in a rural town in Maine. Rachel moved away, Lee stayed, they've fallen out of touch.
Monday Rachel get's a call from Lee's mother, Jean....Lee is dead. Here's the story.
Lee comes home early from work, finds his fiance fucking some dude in their bed, flips out, kicks the dude's ass, and crumbles in a ball.....fiance freaks out, big fight. Lee leaves for a couple hours, comes back....asks if they can somehow work things out (Lee was REALLY in love.) She says no, she's not marrying him, it's over. She gets in the shower.
BOOM....she runs in the room, he's on his back....shotgun on the floor, but she dosen't see a wound....he's not breathing though. She flips out, tries to do the hands-on-the-chest pump to get him breathing.....and her hands go right through his chest cavity and press the floor.
Seems he looked straight up, pointed the butt of the gun towards the ceiling, and deep throated the barrell.
It gets worse.
This all occured at about 11 at night.....at about 11:30, Lee's mom gets a call from Lee's 6-year old niece.
"Jean, Lee's here, he's right in front of me looking at me"
"what are you doing up this late honey, what do you mean Lee's there?"
"He looks different, he's here looking at me"
The girl hangs up.....Jean calls back...it rings forever.....the girls parents pick up, when asked.....the parents say Lee is not there and the girl is ASLEEP.
Jean call's Lee's house....hysterical girlfriend answers, she's just called the cops. Jean finds out.
The rest of the night goes nutty, Jean is at Lee's, talking to police, crying, calling people......she goes home around daylight and finds a message on her machine from Lee's cousin.....said she woke up in the middle of the night and for a few seconds saw Lee standing over her bed, chewing his fingernails....Jean had not contacted these people about Lee's death.
I do not usually subscribe to any of this stuff, I have met all these people and they are not types that do either......It's crazy enough about the suicide, but the attached stories are just fucking spooky...Im still getting chills writing this.
My best friend's name is Rachel....she grew up and was connected at the hip with a guy named Lee in a rural town in Maine. Rachel moved away, Lee stayed, they've fallen out of touch.
Monday Rachel get's a call from Lee's mother, Jean....Lee is dead. Here's the story.
Lee comes home early from work, finds his fiance fucking some dude in their bed, flips out, kicks the dude's ass, and crumbles in a ball.....fiance freaks out, big fight. Lee leaves for a couple hours, comes back....asks if they can somehow work things out (Lee was REALLY in love.) She says no, she's not marrying him, it's over. She gets in the shower.
BOOM....she runs in the room, he's on his back....shotgun on the floor, but she dosen't see a wound....he's not breathing though. She flips out, tries to do the hands-on-the-chest pump to get him breathing.....and her hands go right through his chest cavity and press the floor.
Seems he looked straight up, pointed the butt of the gun towards the ceiling, and deep throated the barrell.
It gets worse.
This all occured at about 11 at night.....at about 11:30, Lee's mom gets a call from Lee's 6-year old niece.
"Jean, Lee's here, he's right in front of me looking at me"
"what are you doing up this late honey, what do you mean Lee's there?"
"He looks different, he's here looking at me"
The girl hangs up.....Jean calls back...it rings forever.....the girls parents pick up, when asked.....the parents say Lee is not there and the girl is ASLEEP.
Jean call's Lee's house....hysterical girlfriend answers, she's just called the cops. Jean finds out.
The rest of the night goes nutty, Jean is at Lee's, talking to police, crying, calling people......she goes home around daylight and finds a message on her machine from Lee's cousin.....said she woke up in the middle of the night and for a few seconds saw Lee standing over her bed, chewing his fingernails....Jean had not contacted these people about Lee's death.
I do not usually subscribe to any of this stuff, I have met all these people and they are not types that do either......It's crazy enough about the suicide, but the attached stories are just fucking spooky...Im still getting chills writing this.
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scary
scary