Neighbor's Suicide
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This is my first time posting here. I'm not the greatest writer but I'll do my best. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. When I was around the age of twelve, I would mow lawns in my neighborhood for spending money. My parents didn't give me an allowance so I mowed quite a few yards.
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Neighbor's Suicide

by skash416

This is my first time posting here. I'm not the greatest writer but I'll do my best. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.

When I was around the age of twelve, I would mow lawns in my neighborhood for spending money. My parents didn't give me an allowance so I mowed quite a few yards.

There was a nice elderly couple that lived across the street from us. They had son who was probably in his 40's, who lived a few houses down from the street from us.

I would mow their yard and their son's yard about once a week. Their son was pretty strange, never came out much. When he did come out he would wear one of those white surgical mask.

I was told that he was sick a lot, and had bad allergies, that is why I had to mow for him.

Anyway, one Saturday I routinely mowed the elderly parents yard, and then walked the mower over to the sons yard and mowed his.

They would normally pay me during the week, so I wasn't very bothered that I didn't see anyone around the house.

So once I finished I put my mower away and went to a friends house in the neighborhood to play.

An hour or so went by, and my parents called and told my friend's mother to send me home immediately. I thought I was maybe in trouble and thought what I had done wrong.

When I walked in both of my parents looked freaked out. They sat me down and told me that after I left for my friends they had been watching tv in the living room together.

The next thing they knew they heard someone banging on the front door, screaming. They opened the door to find the elderly lady from across the street, screaming, "please help! I need your help!"

My parents said the elderly neighbor frantically lead them to her son's house and burst in the garage.

She was screaming, "We have to get him down!" I remember my Dad telling me someone hit the garage door button.

The garage was pretty dark, and when the door opened the sunlight revealed the son had hung himself from the rafters. He was grey, and the Mom went up to him and then tried to lift him.

I guess my parents had to pull her away. They shut the large garage door quickly and called 911.

I mowed his yard for the rest of the summer, until they were able to sell the house. Now I'm not a very superstitious person.

I don't really believe in the paranormal, but this situation really creeped me now.

The idea of him hanging there while I was right outside mowing, or maybe him preparing to do it, always seem the make me uncomfortable.

I always had weird vibes mowing it before they sold the house, practically running so I could finish faster.

A few years after we came to find out that the son was homosexual, and ended up contracting AIDS. Maybe that explains him being sick often, and maybe for what he has done.

I am 26 now, and live in my parents house, and still get an odd feeling when I walk by that house.

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