I want to start this story off by saying, every word in this is 100% true, I am no stranger to things weird or paranormal and this is the story of the beginning of that familiarity and what started my obsession with the study of magic and the spirit world. First off my name is Brad I am 25 years old and I am from North Carolina in a small town sandwiched between Charlotte and the foot hills, we are 30 minutes away from the city and 30 minutes away from the middle of nowhere, it’s the perfect amount of urban to rural ratio,
My parents have lived in the same house since i was 2, it’s at the end of a dead end road surrounded by woods on all sides for a few miles. this story takes place around the age of 9 in 2001,
my days would consist of me going to school, coming home, getting one of my 2 friends that lived on this dead end road and either play on the road and hurt our self or play in the woods and hurt our self, actually not to long after this story takes place i almost lost my pinky finger via a skateboard and I still sport a scar that wraps around my pinky so needless to say we were fearless, now on with the story.