short story from my childhood

someone made a bulletin abt ur most traumatic momment and i realized i never talk abt my life on here so here u go if ur interested

tw mentions of death and gore

i lived in a rather small town (40-ish ppl) growing up when i was with my grandma and there was like an abandoned school where one of the teachers and her family resided in. she apparently years before i was born had gone crazy and locked herself and her family inside, it was a small school but a mansion as a house for the place i lived in. two floors and a garden (there might've been some more to it but we never were allowed to go in)

people would bring them food and the likes out of solidarity but otherwise they wouldn't really leave so for me and my friends as kids it was just the scary house with the lady that yells from the window from time to time that we threw rocks at when playing war

one day we dare each other to actually go in (we were fucking stupid), there was always an open door that led to the second floor facing the church plaza we used to play in so we knew how to get in. 

we came in thru the garden where the dogs were during siesta time and made our way into some outdoor stairs that led to the open door. it immediately smelt bad. i was second coming in after the oldest kid in our group. i remember it actually being really well furnished and somewhat tidy, it wasn't in like some abandoned state like they actually kept the house somewhat in order.

regardless the stench was fucking horrible. there was one source of light after we left the door half closed, it was a window to what led to some other room (there was no door separating the two rooms, just like a pathway thru the wall). when we entered that other room we found the son of the crazy teacher dead on the couch, floor filled with blood. it took us a couple seconds to notice him because we still couldn't see very well and the angle of the entrance and the couch.

he had shot himself in the head with a hunting rifle and was left there for days. I've never been so fucking scared in my life dude, i was 8 and i still remember it almost perfectly down to almost hitting myself on the door on the way out when we scrambled out.

we told our parents abt it immediately and they called emergency services. it took them a while to come aswell which was fucked up even further.

idk much abt what happened after, they took us to another part of the town further down the mountain and we tried to have a cookout tho i was too sick and didnt eat anything.

as for the lady, her other child overdosed or something years later and in like 2021 my gma told me the lady had passed away aswell. idk anything abt the father of the kids i think he lived out of town and was probably somewhat normal ig

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