infamous_e46
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I guess you could say i grew up poor, but maybe it's all subjective The summer before my 12th birthday my father got a new job doing maintenance on all the equipment for a logging company. His new job meant that our family finally had enough money to rent a sweet double wide trailer in one of the nicer trailer parks in town.
Prior to living the double wide, we had lived in a string of townhouses that you rented through the state housing authority. Sometimes rent was $100, sometimes i don't think my parents even had to pay. My best childhood friends were from the MSHA complex. One of my friend's has a pretty dead beat father. A couple of nights a week he would go the local mcdonalds, and get himself a huge meal. As he would be leaving, he would take as many ketchup and salt packets as possible. He would bring these packets home, give them to his wife who would make soup out of it, and that what my buddy would have for dinner. Alot of times that is all he would have at all besides the free school lunch.
A double wide seemed luxurious at the time. And when you take into consider my father always had a job, my mother was always loving, and we always had at least one running car, i guess you could say i grew up pretty wealthy.
A couple of trailers down from use, live a girl named Erica and her single mother. Erica was one of those girls that was hot, but in a trashy way. It seemed like she would always be wearing cut off jeans and a white tank. She had scruffy blonde hair, freckles, and kind of weird looking eyes like Uma Thurman. She was always down to ride bikes and play foot ball with my older brother.
Erica and my brother were both 15. Erica will always hold a special place in my heart because she was the first girl that ever let me touch her breasts, that was when i was 13. She also took my brother's virginity soon after they met. I guess you could say she treated us pretty well.
The closest store to the park was a place we all called Snotty's. It was once of those gas station places, that also rented VHS tapes. It was about 1.5 miles from the park. That summer we would often ride our bikes to Snotty's for slushpuppy's and rock candy.
The half way mark to Snotty's was a driveway that headed into the woods. Down that driveway live Mr and Mrs Wiggins. While he always seemed polite, the Mrs. was always a complete ***** to all the kids. On Halloween she would leave a large bowl of candy with a sign that said "Take one". Normally the first kid there just took it all. That life in the trailer park.
Now while Erica and Wiggins both may trivial, like the lives of most people in a small town, their lives were intertwined by the past.
It was told me to that at one point Mr Wiggins had gotten tired of his wife, and found company with Erica's mother. I guess the romance lasted for a few months, and not much precaution was taking because Erica's mother was told by the doctors she would never have kids. But sure enough, Mr. Wiggins got her mom pregnant with Erica, blessing her with her one and only child, proving that miracles do happen, even in a trailer park.
As you can imagine, Mrs. Wiggins went berserk, and just about beat her husband to death. While he wanted to be involved in Erica's life, the Mrs. was not going to allow it. And when Mrs Wiggins ran into Erica's mother in public she would always scream at her, calling her a ***** and home wrecking.
One day Erica and i ride to Snotty's and Mrs. Wiggins was there. When we walked in, she pointed to Erica and said "Oh look, it's the *****'s daughter". I can't imagine how tough it was for Erica to grow up down the street from her father, but never have a relationship with him. I am not sure how Erica's mother felt about this, but i do know that routinely there were different trucks belonging to different parked at her trailer over night.
Anyway, at the beginning of that summer before my 12th birthday, Mr Wiggins had a heart attack. While it did not kill him, it left him in a coma at the regional hospital.
Less than 2 months later, in August, Mrs. Wiggins was filling up her bath tub, and had a stroke. She fell paralyzed into the tub drowned. It seems like a pretty awful way to go, i guess you know what they say about Karma.
The weekend before school was about to start, my brother told me that him and Erica were going to break into the Wiggins' house so Erica could try to get some pictures of her father.
We rode of bikes down the road, turning off down the Wiggins' driveway. I had never been out there before, so it was pretty exciting. We came to their house, a real old New Englander, with an overgrowing lawn. We pushed our bikes out back of the house, and a solid panel door in the rear.
Erica, being the bravest of the three of us, tried the knob and it was unlocked. We close the door and entered through a hall way into the kitchen. Someone had cleaned the place up a little bit, the fridge was empty and unplugged. Erica found a picture of her dad in a service uniform. She removed it from the frame and put into her pocket.
We continued to walk around the empty yet eerie house. We must have been there about an hour because it was starting to get dark. Erica said that she wanted to check the bedroom for a few more photos and then we would leave. We headed up stairs and began to explore the bedroom. Erica found a few more photos and put them in her pocket. As we were about to leave, we all heard a frightening noise. It sounded like someone had started running water from the bathroom.
At the sound of the noise, i went cold, and just about pissed myself. It did not seem to phase Erica though, she began to say loudly "Hello! My name is Erica! I am Mr. Wiggins' Daughter!"
We all approached the bathroom door which was slightly ajar. Erica was in the front, and i was far away, about to panic and run. She slowly pushes the door open and we can all see that bathtub is running and overflowing on to the floor. Erica's body jerks forward as if was grabbed by some invisible force, and the slams closed behind her. She starts to scream my brother name, but before she can finish it a second time it goes silent.
My brother runs up to the door, the knob turns but the door wont open. He tries slamming his shoulder into it, and still wont open. He then begins kicking it as hard as possible next to the knob, and it doesnt budge. Then, on about the tenth kick and 30 seconds, the door jam blows apart and the door flies open. Water comes rushing out into the hallway. I am paralyzed by fear, but my brother runs in, and reaches into the tub. He pulls Erica out who is coughing up water violently. He starts to head towards me, and i turn and run down the stairs, Erica and him right behind me.
We run through the kitchen and the faucet is flowing rapidly into the sink which has also overflown all of the floor. We run down the hallway and out the solid panel door that is now open. I am so terrified that i just pick my bicycle up and begin running. About 50 yards down the driveway i turn around to look at the house. The light in the bathroom is on, and i swear i could make out a fance in the mirror. But then the light goes out, but instantly, it slowly dims.
We ride our bikes back home, and tell my mother what had just happened. She think's we are making the story up, and wants to know why Erica is all wet. Erica, in an attempt to prove that it actually happened, pulls the wet pictures out of her pocket and hands them to mother, saying that these are pictures of her dad. My mother says 'nice try, but there is no one in these pictures'. She hands the pictures, and Mr. Wiggins' image has vanished from all of them
Prior to living the double wide, we had lived in a string of townhouses that you rented through the state housing authority. Sometimes rent was $100, sometimes i don't think my parents even had to pay. My best childhood friends were from the MSHA complex. One of my friend's has a pretty dead beat father. A couple of nights a week he would go the local mcdonalds, and get himself a huge meal. As he would be leaving, he would take as many ketchup and salt packets as possible. He would bring these packets home, give them to his wife who would make soup out of it, and that what my buddy would have for dinner. Alot of times that is all he would have at all besides the free school lunch.
A double wide seemed luxurious at the time. And when you take into consider my father always had a job, my mother was always loving, and we always had at least one running car, i guess you could say i grew up pretty wealthy.
A couple of trailers down from use, live a girl named Erica and her single mother. Erica was one of those girls that was hot, but in a trashy way. It seemed like she would always be wearing cut off jeans and a white tank. She had scruffy blonde hair, freckles, and kind of weird looking eyes like Uma Thurman. She was always down to ride bikes and play foot ball with my older brother.
Erica and my brother were both 15. Erica will always hold a special place in my heart because she was the first girl that ever let me touch her breasts, that was when i was 13. She also took my brother's virginity soon after they met. I guess you could say she treated us pretty well.
The closest store to the park was a place we all called Snotty's. It was once of those gas station places, that also rented VHS tapes. It was about 1.5 miles from the park. That summer we would often ride our bikes to Snotty's for slushpuppy's and rock candy.
The half way mark to Snotty's was a driveway that headed into the woods. Down that driveway live Mr and Mrs Wiggins. While he always seemed polite, the Mrs. was always a complete ***** to all the kids. On Halloween she would leave a large bowl of candy with a sign that said "Take one". Normally the first kid there just took it all. That life in the trailer park.
Now while Erica and Wiggins both may trivial, like the lives of most people in a small town, their lives were intertwined by the past.
It was told me to that at one point Mr Wiggins had gotten tired of his wife, and found company with Erica's mother. I guess the romance lasted for a few months, and not much precaution was taking because Erica's mother was told by the doctors she would never have kids. But sure enough, Mr. Wiggins got her mom pregnant with Erica, blessing her with her one and only child, proving that miracles do happen, even in a trailer park.
As you can imagine, Mrs. Wiggins went berserk, and just about beat her husband to death. While he wanted to be involved in Erica's life, the Mrs. was not going to allow it. And when Mrs Wiggins ran into Erica's mother in public she would always scream at her, calling her a ***** and home wrecking.
One day Erica and i ride to Snotty's and Mrs. Wiggins was there. When we walked in, she pointed to Erica and said "Oh look, it's the *****'s daughter". I can't imagine how tough it was for Erica to grow up down the street from her father, but never have a relationship with him. I am not sure how Erica's mother felt about this, but i do know that routinely there were different trucks belonging to different parked at her trailer over night.
Anyway, at the beginning of that summer before my 12th birthday, Mr Wiggins had a heart attack. While it did not kill him, it left him in a coma at the regional hospital.
Less than 2 months later, in August, Mrs. Wiggins was filling up her bath tub, and had a stroke. She fell paralyzed into the tub drowned. It seems like a pretty awful way to go, i guess you know what they say about Karma.
The weekend before school was about to start, my brother told me that him and Erica were going to break into the Wiggins' house so Erica could try to get some pictures of her father.
We rode of bikes down the road, turning off down the Wiggins' driveway. I had never been out there before, so it was pretty exciting. We came to their house, a real old New Englander, with an overgrowing lawn. We pushed our bikes out back of the house, and a solid panel door in the rear.
Erica, being the bravest of the three of us, tried the knob and it was unlocked. We close the door and entered through a hall way into the kitchen. Someone had cleaned the place up a little bit, the fridge was empty and unplugged. Erica found a picture of her dad in a service uniform. She removed it from the frame and put into her pocket.
We continued to walk around the empty yet eerie house. We must have been there about an hour because it was starting to get dark. Erica said that she wanted to check the bedroom for a few more photos and then we would leave. We headed up stairs and began to explore the bedroom. Erica found a few more photos and put them in her pocket. As we were about to leave, we all heard a frightening noise. It sounded like someone had started running water from the bathroom.
At the sound of the noise, i went cold, and just about pissed myself. It did not seem to phase Erica though, she began to say loudly "Hello! My name is Erica! I am Mr. Wiggins' Daughter!"
We all approached the bathroom door which was slightly ajar. Erica was in the front, and i was far away, about to panic and run. She slowly pushes the door open and we can all see that bathtub is running and overflowing on to the floor. Erica's body jerks forward as if was grabbed by some invisible force, and the slams closed behind her. She starts to scream my brother name, but before she can finish it a second time it goes silent.
My brother runs up to the door, the knob turns but the door wont open. He tries slamming his shoulder into it, and still wont open. He then begins kicking it as hard as possible next to the knob, and it doesnt budge. Then, on about the tenth kick and 30 seconds, the door jam blows apart and the door flies open. Water comes rushing out into the hallway. I am paralyzed by fear, but my brother runs in, and reaches into the tub. He pulls Erica out who is coughing up water violently. He starts to head towards me, and i turn and run down the stairs, Erica and him right behind me.
We run through the kitchen and the faucet is flowing rapidly into the sink which has also overflown all of the floor. We run down the hallway and out the solid panel door that is now open. I am so terrified that i just pick my bicycle up and begin running. About 50 yards down the driveway i turn around to look at the house. The light in the bathroom is on, and i swear i could make out a fance in the mirror. But then the light goes out, but instantly, it slowly dims.
We ride our bikes back home, and tell my mother what had just happened. She think's we are making the story up, and wants to know why Erica is all wet. Erica, in an attempt to prove that it actually happened, pulls the wet pictures out of her pocket and hands them to mother, saying that these are pictures of her dad. My mother says 'nice try, but there is no one in these pictures'. She hands the pictures, and Mr. Wiggins' image has vanished from all of them
