This is a true story...on my life brehs
Yo...one of my best friends is this thorough white boy from the brickyard in Germantown in Philly
I was with this nikka in like 2004 and we drank a 5th of brandy and smoked some dust and we were driving to get some beer. This nikka started to tell me about the Loudon house he heard about growing up in Germantown:
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Loudoun Mansion Ghosts - Philadelphia, PA
I asked him if someone lived there now and he told me nah, but someone comes to watch over the place during the day. I told that nikka i dont believe in ghosts and he aint bout it and he dont wanna kick in the door and spend the night there. He looked at me like
We got 2 cases of beer, some more dust, some weed, a pizza, and 2 cheesesteaks with fries, drove back to his crib, stole his wifes candles, and drove right there it was 9 o clock. We parked a block over and looked like some idiots carrying 2 cases of beer pizza and the bag with the cheesesteak platters.
I didnt think this nikka was bout it but he climbed over the gate and had me pass him all the shyt over the gate
I climbed the gate and we picked the shyt up and went up to the mansion. We got to the door, my homie took a look around, and kicked the door right in
So we get in there and light the candles, pop open some beer, roll up a loveboat (dust and weed blunt) and we chilling talking and shyt. We start eating our grub and hear mad creeks upstairs (we were in what i guess was the common area). We both were like
So, Im not
really, and I know you just read all that, but its true but theres not really a big story
any further, but we were kicking it there all night getting drunk and high and busting it up, and all night we heard creeks and what sounded like footsteps
upstairs, but we were waaaaayyyy too dusted and shook to go upstairs. We saw the sun coming up and left all of our trash in there and went outside....we were too fukked up to climb the gate so we went to the entrace and it was locked with a chain and a padlock. We shot the lock off with his wifes plastic glock 9 he used to carry around, opened the gate and he drove me home and I passed out and he kept the 8 beers that was left
I know that wasnt what yall wanted to hear...but them creeks and footsteps had us
We were seasoned dust smokers at the time so we knew it wasnt the dust fukking with us, some shyt was really going down upstairs
i keed i keed
