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I had an uncle that died of cancer not to long ago. He was a total alpha male kinda guy. Definitely from the old school. Men work blue collar, women raise kids, country music and Nascar kinda guy. He wasnt physically abusive towards my aunt, but he was known to be verbally abusive and very condescending towards her at times. She wasnt all that bright, but thats beside the point.
Anyhow, he develops cancer. He didnt stay in a hospital and chose to receive all his treatment at home. He slowly degenerated over time from this big strong manly man into a small wispy thin sickly skeleton of a man and you could tell that he was scared. It really was a painful process to watch.
He dies on Christmas day, and the fun began shortly thereafter.
We all found out about the insanity like this. My parents live directly across from my aunt, so there is alot of foot traffic back and forth. My mom and two sisters were visiting my aunt when out of nowhere my mother and one of my sisters see a man shoot down the hallway and into a side room. Well they freak out and tell my aunt in a low scared voice to get the phone, call my dad, there is an intruder in the house and that they have to get the fuck out. My aunt looks at my mother kind of odd and just sits there. After a few seconds of odd silence my aunt asks them what he was wearing. My mom says a white tshirt and what looked like gray pants. My aunt looks sorta funny, looks at them and says "Thats Eldon". Eldon was my uncles name. It didnt make sense to my mom exactly at that moment when she saw it, but the last few months of my uncles life was spent in a plain white tshirt and gray sweat pants.
My sisters fly into hysterics, as they did see him, they run out of the house in tears... scared shitless. My mom stays behind and my aunt begins to tell my mother the story of the hell that she has had to put up with since he died.
Soon after he died, my aunt started noticing small things. Like she would wake up and his picture would be laying face down. Or her closet door would be open when she woke up, and just misc objects moved or messed with. Not long after that he started making appearances in exactly the same way he did with my mom and sisters. A man running down a hall, or shooting across a hallway from one room to the next. Creepy creepy shit like that. And previous to my mom seeing it, my cousins had seen the exact same shit and had the same exact response.
After that he started making more frequent brief appearances. By this time I have heard the stories and I wont spend more than 10 minutes in her house. You could just feel him. And the whole time I was in there, I would spend all my time staring at the hallway waiting for him to scare the hell out of me. Never happened in my brief moments in her home. Anyhow, my mom goes over one day to find my aunt shaking and spazzing out. It seems he has started making physical contact with her. When she is sleeping he will shove her head into her pillow, or punch and poke at her. Or make brief noises and calling her name. She couldnt take it anymore, she lost it. She was gonna burn the house down and move because she couldnt take it anymore. All of this in just a matter of months. She eventually sold the house and moved. To this day whenever I see the house, I stare at it, and I swear I can feel his ass staring back.
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