Heart Stealer

I just remembered something from years ago. Some don't believe in the paranormal and such. For me, I'm a believer. I have my reasons. But what I'm about to tell you wasn't something I experienced but my sister and Mom did.

Both of them, at the time, worked at a daycare together. They would be back home about 30 minutes before dark. I would always meet them outside to ask them about their day.

Well, one day, I did my usual routine. But when I tried to open my sister's car door, she immediately slammed it back shut. It confused me a lot because it was unexpected.

Then, she shouted at me to see if "it" was under the car. That confused me even more. But she was panicking and wouldn't get out until I checked. So, I got down and checked under the car. Nothing was there.

When I assured her of this, she, finally, got out of the car. That's when I questioned her about what it was about. It was the first time I ever saw her react like that when coming home from work.

She explained that while they were driving down then road, a large creature had walked out in front of the car. It was slightly taller than the front of the car. My mom, who was driving, didn't have time to stop the car nor could she have swerved to dodge it. But... there was no sound of it being hit by the car nor did they feel the tires run it over. It scared the shit out of both of them.

My sister swore it had latched onto the bottom of the car, hence why she wanted me to check. My mom backed her up. Both said the creature had dark brown fur. But they weren't able to see its face.

I still think about it at times. We, still to this day, have no idea what it was or what happened to it. They never saw it after that one time.

I thought I'd share something that puzzles me even years later. It's another reason I believe in the paranormal and supernatural. Ya'll have a good day/night.

I want to share something that I experienced in my senior year of high school. It still disturbs me to this day.

I took a Forensics class in my senior year of high school in place of a normal science class. Yes, we learned about murders, evidence gathering, and all that. I enjoyed the class immensely.

But there was one girl that really freaked me out. She was very pretty and popular. Friendly as well. But when we began to learn about serial killers, she became infatuated with Ted Bundy. To the point of calling him "Teddy Baby".

It really disturbed me to my core. She even said she would've let him kidnap her. It haunts me at hearing something so insane.

Just thought I would share something creepy that I had to experience in my Forensics class. I still think about that more often than not. It doesn't make me feel any different than I had the moment she called him that nickname.

I have no idea where she is now or what she's up to. But I hope she's gotten over that "crush" and is living a normal life.

I have something to share when it comes to my height and work. I am proud to say that I'm 4 ft 9 in to 4 ft 10 in or 145 cm to 148 cm. I got over being so short when I entered highschool. I've only grown around an inch (a few centimeters) since I was 13. I'm 24 now.

Anyway, at work, my coworkers do joke and make jabs at y height. Some would be offensive to others. But I just laugh about it. Hell, even some customers have a hard time seeing me at the registers because I'm so short. I find it hilarious. However, I don't allow that to hinder my ability to work. I still do just as much as, and sometimes more than, my coworkers.

What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't hate the way you look. Of course, if you feel comfortable changing your looks and even gender, then by all means do so. But you also need to find some good things you like about your appearance.

I'll admit that there are things I would love to change about my appearance. I'm obese for my height at 190 lbs (86.2 kg). I'd like to be a healthy weight and not be so fat. I would also like to get rid of my large breasts. But I would rather do it overtime. However, that's just me.

I will let you know that anyone who takes the time to read this, I think you are beautiful the way you are. Young, old, skinny, fluffy. None of it takes away from your beauty. You may change over the course of time, but I'll love and cherish you. That's because it's what's on the inside that counts. Skin-deep beauty will fade. A personality will always take on a magnificent form. Remember that. Your body is only a shell that houses who you are. It will change, be damaged, and age. But you, your soul, will always show who you actually are.

I love all of you.

P.S. On a funnier note, my coworkers have called me a midget, one of Santa's elves, and a fun-sized adult. And I will admit that my young features make it hard to tell my true age. But I just find all of it funny rather than harsh jabs.

I have two siblings: an older sister and a younger brother. So, there's 3 of us. My mom would mess up our names by saying the first half of one's name before correcting herself halfway through. So, it was a mixture like (not real names) SarJohn/JohSarah(Sarah and John), GaSarah/SarGayle (Gayle and Sarah), and JohGayle/GaJohn (Gayle and John). We got used to it over time. Really funny but a tad bit annoying. Still, we listened when called.

But I think it stems from her grandmother who did the same with her and her two older sisters. I guess it was just a habit picked up since childhood. But it's a fond memory of her. I really do miss my mom.

I like working sometimes. Even if I'm giving a bad day, I don't show it at work or in front of customers. I'm still kind, considerate, and very helpful. I don't mind helping customers even if I'm on break. A lot of regulars love me. One even calls me her angel. I don't feel like I deserve so much praise for doing my job or just being myself. I'm normally this way. Even at places I don't work at but are familiar with. I guess it's just in my nature to be this way. But it does make my day a bit better. I love these interactions with strangers. So, if you ever do happen to meet me at my job (this is a big maybe and is not likely to ever happen), I will always be kind, respectful, helpful, and considerate. I choose to be this way on social media as well.

I love you guys. I just needed to share some good aspects of my job and how I make it better for myself.

It feels weird when I don't have a laptop/computer. From the 24th of July to the 29th of July, I had to wait for a new laptop to be delivered because my other one messed up. I'm so used to writing so much in my free time that it feels wrong when I can't. Maybe I should invest in a second one just in case it happens again. Idk. Sorry for rambling. I just thought I would share.

P.S. - I wasn't able to purchase it on my own. My fiance bought it and I'm paying him back bit by bit. I love him so much. Anyway, y'all have a good day.

I saw a Killer x Law doujinshi. It was really good. I think Killer would be very kind and loving but get easily annoyed with Law's attitude. He would be gentle and compassionate but quickly lose his temper over what Law says. Then, he would apologize and make up for it with massages and going back to being gentle. Idk. I just see him in that way. I love it. And Law would be very into it. Though, he would deny it. Plus, Killer saying sweet things to him would embarrass Law, causing him to be rude and that would lead Killer to his quick change. It's a nice concept.

I find people's reactions to me wearing a jacket and a fluffy hat in blazing heat. "Aren't you hot?" No. I got used to it years ago. I used to wear large hoodies when I was in elementary school so I could curl up inside them and sleep on the playground. Not to mention that I disliked skin to skin contact. It just made me uncomfortable. Plus, the hat is a Christmas present from my dad and I still have a heavy dislike in skin to skin contact. So, yes. I am used to the heat. So, I will continue to wear my jacket and hat for as long as I want. And no one can stop me.

I want a room in my house decorated in nothing but kawaii things. Like pastel colours with cute plushes and other shit like that. Just a room dedicated to adorable items. Rugs, bed sheets, curtains, wallpaper, chairs, shelves... everything. But getting the money to buy a house and do this is the problem. 😩 I have a vision for my dream house. But I might never fulfill it.

I really want to see Law in a belly dancer outfit with high heels and one of those see-through masks. I think he would look great.