Sorry, I’ve been gone so long. It’s depressing being on da and seeing no red in anything. This borrowed monitor has no red tones, so it’s basically gray, muted country blue and ugly white. Not white-white, but ugly gray white. My son called ViewSonic the other day and my Monitor is fixed, I hope, and on its way back from CA.
I have a very spooky true story to tell. In my town lies an unnamed cemetery, within the grounds of the- what we used to call- the home, or the state home. It opened as the Michigan Home for the Feeble Minded and Epileptic in 1893, opening for patients two years later. It had been called many names including, the Michigan Home and Training School, The Lapeer State Home and Training School, and the Oakdale Regional Center for Developmental Disabilities. We used to call it just plain ol’ Oakdale too.
Anyway, it closed in 1992 and they tore down most of the buildings. The last three, which housed the residents on the main drive were still there when my son started kindergarten five years later, but they soon were torn down.
An unmarked cemetery is still there on the grounds. Most of the headstones are missing and are only marked by a first name; date of death or by dates or even a single number. To reach it, one must travel down a short two track road- more likable to a wide trail- and is overgrown with brush and huge trees. It is pitch black at night and mumbling can be heard from the outer woods. ( 1.)
It is said that 420 souls reside there.
On Nov. 12, 1910, a smallpox epidemic claimed the lives of six patients and, all together, 25 patients contracted the disease. (2.)
It is hard to reach, with smaller trails surrounding it. The main way to get there is from John Conley Dr, Past the Thumb Correctional Prison, and a couple of factories to where there is a dead end. This dead end is bordered by extremely large rocks, (I know this, my daughter and I drove there during the day, the day after it happened. Didn’t appear to be too scary.) My son explained how he and his friends moved the rocks to get past because there is a metal gate, with the rocks on either side of it.
Anyhoo, the only other way to get out is by threading through various other smaller, pot-holed trails, eventually reaching Demille Rd. And, from what my son said, extremely large pot holes… They thought they bottomed out once.
A group of his friends, including his friend Jessy, whom I’ve mentioned before, drove a four-wheel drive pickup, through the trails, either on the sixth or the thirteenth, of this month, at approximately 11:00pm. I don’t remember which day, but it was on a Tuesday. The way he explained it, Jessy and he, got out at one point, the second time they came back around the trails. They were walking a head of the truck and he said they suddenly saw what appeared to be a man, but he walked as if he were hunched over. He appeared to be wearing a dark hooded jacket and jeans, (he said he could see the wrinkles in them.) Lord, I’ve never seen my son so spooked, he was actually scared when he told me this.) It didn’t have hands or feet and it moved so fast he said they just turned and ran back to the truck and yelled at the driver to take off. The figure was dark, like the shadow people that are always described in the ghost shows. They got back to the rocks and turned around to maybe go back. They discussed what they’d seen for a few minutes, and Joe said there were suddenly two of the same figures behind the truck and he said they had no choice but to go back through the trails and ended up on Demille.
He came home around midnight, so spooked. I’ve never seen my son so scared. He’s not scared of anything, not easily startled and very skeptical concerning anything not of this world. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, but I heard him say on the phone to Jessy that he felt confused, and said, “You know what we saw…”
Needless to say, I had to stay up with him for a while that night.
He later went there that Friday with my niece Jenny and her boyfriend and a few friends but, they didn’t see anything unusual.
When I told my sister this last week, she said that the patients used to work in the fields, which I also knew but, neglected to remember. It makes sense because they could have just been working the fields. *Bent over*
Yesterday, as my son took an afternoon nap, I was sitting on the loveseat, watching something on tv. I heard strangest sound… heavy, drawn in breathing,like the kind one makes between their teeth. I looked over at him and oh, it was the strangest breathing I’ve ever heard him make… he was actually shaking!
I woke him up and he appeared to be half awake as he said, “I’m shocked…”
I laughed a little at that and knew that he’d had a nightmare. He then became fully awake and told me a short dark lady was trying to get in our apartment and he slammed the door on her. Then he said he looked out the kitchen window and she got in the house, and then I woke him up. Whatever it was had him spooked out of his mind. Said it was a ghost.
Eh…
(1.) Strange USA.com
[link](2.)
[link] Google Earth map of area 
Way too close for comfort!
Edit: Took out the second link; it didn't work.
This is an example of what I'm seeing on my borrowed desktop. 
Damn Craptastic Monitor!! 
My clubs:
PLZification! 
Promotees:
Yeah...just don't yell at me. xp
Sentimental
My son quit school last year. Getting his GED so he can go to college in the future. He's now into smoking hookah-(tobacco)I guess all the college kids are doing it...not the smart ones perhaps. 
I still often think of everyone. I'm still here. 
I'm hoping/praying that it's benign. 
[link] 
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Relief
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… Come to think of it; I use “ain’t” way too much outta habit. )
Is it over??
Lazy
It's nice to finally see colors though. 
*sigh* why me. 
It also helps my recall, something I don't have much of. (I have to write down everything I want to remember.) It's weird, but I find myself paying attention, even when I'm not. 
Fear
Regretful
And, I’ll try to catch up with devs as well, but… Stupid new monitor!! 
So, I’ll have to wait a couple of weeks to comment on your new devs unless I get on my sisters computer to look at them. 
Someone must have gotten to him… As for me…my doctor finally gave in and let me try wellbutrin for my adhd. I really haven’t been majorly depressed in a while now. *keeps fingers crossed.* I really like it, much better than the Zoloft I’d been taking for years. *Enough of me and mine… 
I really like the amount of drawing she does and her use of movement and expression in it. Makes me wish I could do that much drawing; I’m way too lazy at it. She also has some really cool original character sketches, and what I like most of all…she ALWAYS comments on my deviations, she even watches my scraps. I’m so indebted to her! 
