Thanks for sharing. Like many others, I enjoyed reading the story. And like many others, I have taken it in with a level of skepticism. That's not to
say I don't believe you, because I have no doubt whatsoever that such traumatic experiences would be forever etched in one's mind. My point is that
what you wrote about happened a long time ago, and some of the details, as they exist in your mind, could have shed some of their complete accuracy.
Not that there is anything wrong with that since we all experience some form of memory deterioration as time passes. But you were able to give enough
information that people were able to dig up some things on the internet, which I think deserves some recognition.
On the other hand, you have to realize also that many, many people have pulled the wool over the eyes of others with equally interesting stories only
to be exposed as hoaxes. All one needs to concoct such a believable tale is a knack for finding the right evidence on the internet and then being able
to weave it together to form what appears to be a legitimate work. Don't think I'm accusing you of this, because I'm not. I'm just pointing out
that someone with the right savvy could have found some obscure names from some a little town in the boondocks, mixed in some bits about a hellish
childhood that they could have read or heard somewhere, and wound up with a story like yours.
I encourage you to continue sharing! Just mind the folks who refuse to take what you share at face value.
In return, see if you can dredge up some
evidence from the internet that shows that you are being truthful! And lastly, let go of that aggression! Kill them (or, perhaps more appropriately,
their suspicions) with kindness instead.
One last thing. I found this when I did a search for Inez Sutton: www.mlswa.org...
It sounds like it might be the same woman. Does the geographic location mentioned sound familiar, or is it not the same place you lived at the time
you were her neighbor?