posted on May, 6 2008 @ 02:31 PM
I am writing what will probably be too personal of a thread, but since you all are my inter-fam, I wanted to go ahead and try.
I recently moved in with my brother, into a 4 bedroom home in the S.B. area. I moved inn for personal reasons, but this was not charity on anyones
part. (we both pay equal rent) I tell you this because I don't want to hear that I am depressed or creating my own reality. I believe that this home
is cursed, and I want to first tell you why, and then pose my question.
The house, as I know of first, was owned by a man named Jerry. Jerry bought the home in the late 1980's, and was just one of those surfer types
that populated the Northern S.B. area. Shortly after Jerry moved in, he suffered a very odd accident at the beach, not two miles from here. He became
paralyzed from the waist down. Determined not to let this defeat him, Jerry lived in S.B. for a few years, before realizing that not being able to
join his friends in his previous joy's was too depressing to handle. He contemplated suicide, before finally moving to Seattle. Jerry then rented the
home to a friend of his. This man, who we will call "dave", also moved in a young artist, named , ummm, "steve".
Well, Steve became a raging alcoholic, contrary to his personality, and was asked to leave. Dave then brought in his new wife, and they began a
household. Less than a year into the marriage, they learned she was pregnant. Being the good hippies they were, they decided on a home birth. The
young girl born to them suffered massive complications in the home, and even though she was in the hospital within minutes, she is severely disabled.
Her younger sister, born in S.F later., had no such home complications, with the same midwife.
Next, we have my brother, and his friends. There has been a steady flow of room mates over the last 5-8 years, but the list of tragedies goes on
forever. But what I want to focus on is the last two years. My brother, a disabled vet, has watched his injuries begin to multiply. Many are
unconnected, and anomalies. The docs call it just plain bad luck. My brothers' other room mate, "D", was in a horrific accident just three months
ago, and now he too, is in a wheelchair.
So, then there was I. I have been here a while now, and although I have had perfect health my entire life, find myself at the hospital all weekend
for internal swelling. Checking in each day, and then leaving and coming back, for more and more tests...(the hospital is real close to me) The docs
to this point are baffled. I can't eat, work, or go to school.
My point is, I have actually had many things go wrong in the last three months I have been here.
My brand new t.v., broken. My Xbox 360, broken. My basically new car, broken, and with really odd stuff. My CAT!, Really sick with a weird
infection the vet normally never sees. I have had Identity theft, and lots of other things go wrong.
So is this house cursed? Is that possible?
I believe this to be the right forum, and I am not doing this for attention. I just wonder.
P.S. Please, although I cannot control your responses, do not respond to this thread with a , "yeah, I agree", or" you are full of crap". I Don't
need the points. If you agree and have nothing to add, just throw me a star. But really, I guess that this weekend has depressed me a lot, and I
wanted to reach out to all you to get some feedback.
[edit on 6-5-2008 by jasonjnelson]
[edit on 6-5-2008 by jasonjnelson]