J.E.T.S
Lookahere mayne...
I'm covered in the blood of Jesus.
Easy 100k.
Easy 100k.
What is gonna happen if the ghost smacks the phone out of your hand?
I saw a hand throw the backpack down at around 2:38- 2:40... its behind the opening in the wall above the lockers
Story time. Gonna break it into 3 parts. For those who didn’t know I use to work at a group home. With individuals with different handicaps. Autism, Explosive behavior. Downs the whole gambit. New to the field I was trying to work, get some more experience and get paid. I got a phone call asking did I want to work at the Jefferson’s location. Me being me I told them yea. The supervisor says to me
Supervisor—there’s currently nobody there working so we need you to come in now to cover.
Me—Sure thing I’ll be there in a bit
Supervisor---There’s 12 individuals in the house and you’ll be working alone
Me—that’s fine I’m on the way
I show up at the location. A big house 3 stories high. One of those old timey houses kinda looked like the amity vile house. Next door to it was a manor looking house with all the lights off pitch black. Walking toward the door a woman comes bolting past me.
Me—A they told me nobody was working what’s going on?
Her---I’m sorry i'm running late to pick up my baby. I’m Sabrina.
Me---Anything I need to know?
Sabrina---Yea the upstairs lights keep flickering off. There coming to fix it in the morning. O yea and stay where it’s bright.
Me—Stay where it’s bright? Da hell that mean?
She just waked away after that. Not saying a word.
I proceed to walk in the house and get to work. Not realizing the night I was about to endure. Walking into the living room I proceed to walk into the office. The office was strange. It was a tiny room with a huge glass window overlooking the back porch. It made me uneasy since u could see the porch but the rest was pitch black. Nothing but woods behind the house. I get to work I go to the second floor and enter the clients rooms. Grabbing there laundry as I go. Heading into the basement it was a small room. Kind of resembling a dungeon. Or a torture room would be more accurate. There were also two locked doors in there. The kind of locks you install where u really wanna keep somebody out. I found it strange since it was a group home. As i’m putting the laundry in the washing machine, I start to get that feeling like somebody’s watching me. My anxiety starts building as I rush to put the cloths in the machine. Once I get the last bit of cloths in. I slam the machine shut and start back upstairs. As I get to the first step I stop dead in my tracks that’s when I realize somebody’s walking around on the floor above me……………
Rell Shyt
Story time. Gonna break it into 3 parts. For those who didn’t know I use to work at a group home. With individuals with different handicaps. Autism, Explosive behavior. Downs the whole gambit. New to the field I was trying to work, get some more experience and get paid. I got a phone call asking did I want to work at the Jefferson’s location. Me being me I told them yea. The supervisor says to me
Supervisor—there’s currently nobody there working so we need you to come in now to cover.
Me—Sure thing I’ll be there in a bit
Supervisor---There’s 12 individuals in the house and you’ll be working alone
Me—that’s fine I’m on the way
I show up at the location. A big house 3 stories high. One of those old timey houses kinda looked like the amity vile house. Next door to it was a manor looking house with all the lights off pitch black. Walking toward the door a woman comes bolting past me.
Me—A they told me nobody was working what’s going on?
Her---I’m sorry i'm running late to pick up my baby. I’m Sabrina.
Me---Anything I need to know?
Sabrina---Yea the upstairs lights keep flickering off. There coming to fix it in the morning. O yea and stay where it’s bright.
Me—Stay where it’s bright? Da hell that mean?
She just waked away after that. Not saying a word.
I proceed to walk in the house and get to work. Not realizing the night I was about to endure. Walking into the living room I proceed to walk into the office. The office was strange. It was a tiny room with a huge glass window overlooking the back porch. It made me uneasy since u could see the porch but the rest was pitch black. Nothing but woods behind the house. I get to work I go to the second floor and enter the clients rooms. Grabbing there laundry as I go. Heading into the basement it was a small room. Kind of resembling a dungeon. Or a torture room would be more accurate. There were also two locked doors in there. The kind of locks you install where u really wanna keep somebody out. I found it strange since it was a group home. As i’m putting the laundry in the washing machine, I start to get that feeling like somebody’s watching me. My anxiety starts building as I rush to put the cloths in the machine. Once I get the last bit of cloths in. I slam the machine shut and start back upstairs. As I get to the first step I stop dead in my tracks that’s when I realize somebody’s walking around on the floor above me……………
Rell Shyt
I got a little dikk, so yeah I’d do it
Nah son for real? nikkas is too black for thisI walk upstairs to see the room door open next to the office. Very particular since that room was vacant. I walked in to make sure no client had walked in there. Surveying the room it turned out to be empty. I shut the door and sat down on the couch. I looked at the clock and at this point its 2:55am. I hear an alarm go off in the client’s room upstairs. I head upstairs once again to the long hallway. I eventually find the source of the alarm in the room on the very end. I walk in and help the client back into his bed. I ask him a few questions
Me---Are u you ok? Why are u out of your bed?
Jeff---She’s. Woke
Jeff had a speech problem. So it was hard to decipher what he was saying. You had to play charades with him to understand him.
Me—who is she? Another Client?
Jeff--- She’s walking. Walking!!!
Me----What?
Jeff----There. There!!!
At this point i'm annoyed at Jeff. Me assuming he's acting out i turn around to see this woman standing there. In A blue nightgown and scruffy hair covering her face. She looked like an adult version of the ring girl.I assumed she was a client. With there being that many in the house it made sense to me. I said to her
Me—It’s late shouldn’t you be sleep?
Ring Chick---…..
Me---Hey you hear me?
Ring chick--…….
The lights in the hallway shut off. After a bit they cut back on. I walk into the hallway and she’s standing at the end of the hall. She cocks her head and starts walking towards me. The lights shuts off again I try to back step into Jeff’s room. I bumped into his door. Not realizing that somehow it shut behind me. The lights cut back on and she’s nowhere to be found. I rushed downstairs and darted into the living room. Looking over into the office a shadowy figure darts across the back porch. Terrified at this point I call the supervisor and tell her get here cuz i’m leaving. She tells me she’s on the way. As I look out the window for my supervisor I glance at the manor next door. The manor was pitched black. The lights caught on nothing was there. They cut off. They flicker back on and the Ring Chick is standing there glancing at me. The lights in the house shut off again……..
Rell Shyt