sweatdrop when i was REALLY little my oldest sister told me a story about a girl getting her hand cut off by her drunken father after he raped her.
-Story-
The girl was about 15-16 and she was really pretty, had no boyfriend, and very few friends. She rarely went out with her friends, and when she did she'd come home to her father which drank all night. The girls mother died when she was young and thats how the father started to drink so much. But one day after comeing home from an open house thing for collage classes her father 'clubed' her when she walked in the door. she was really late and her father was drinking ever since he woke. lying on the floor bleeding from her forehead from slamming it on the wooden floor, she tried to get up and go back out side hoping her friends were still out side. Her father grabed a knife and cut off her left hand as she tried to grab the door knobe. He took her by the hair and draged her to the living room where he raped and killed the girl. Atfer he did so he cleaned up the mess and started to look for the hand he choped of; it was no where to be found.
-End of story-
Well there was a romerr about the hand, that it would scratch the buttom of of the father bed. and that he died from the fear that came to him every night. And the had would come after any girl whom might get raped, or beaten. or atfer a guy that has done such a thing.
WELL!, when i was little atfer hearing the story one night i heard scratching at the buttom of my bed. i woke up and looking under my bed finding nothing. i put my head back down and there it was again. my sisters were fast asleep -we all shared a room when we were younger- so if couldnt have been them and we had no animals but a larg dog, but he got locked up at night. it went on from a good couple years. and like 3-4 years ago i almost was raped by a 35-6 year old man. i was lucky enough to get away. and that night i went to my friends house-she told me i should tell someone about the guy and i did, so im not really botherd asmuch as i was- and i slept on the floor. and for the last time i heard that scratching.
so about 3-4 years ago hearing that scared the s**t outta me plus with other things that went on eek
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You should write about all the other things that happened to you, ghost wise.:3 You have a very interesting life.