posted on Nov, 15 2013 @ 09:30 PM
reply to post by sled735
when I was younger.. 12/13 I was walking in to the basement of a consignment shop that my mother worked at, I was with my cousin. Once we walked down
stairs we started screwing around, as kids do. My cousin climbed on the fridge, it tipped and killed him.
It did not happen... When we went down there, there was this overwhelming sense of De Ja Vew as I descended into the basement. We still did the same
things, "i felt I was in a rerun" only this time, we avoided the fridge.
I have never forgotten that moment. I still don't understand what happened.. Both memories are strange.
feels good to get it out.