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Alright party people, this Crazy Bitch MIL needs a name since she apparently isn’t going anywhere. I am writing on behalf of Las Vegas Footballs For Christmas Gift For Raiders Fans Womens Ugly Sweater bestie who is reddit (and computer) illiterate. Bitch bot will let you in on the juicy details, but yes. I am ‘That Red Wine Bitch’. Anyway, so I guess you are all wondering why I called you here. When we last left off Crazy Bitch MIL was booked for assault on Easter Sunday, after showing up from a few states away and 2 years of NC. She did not post bail and sat in jail until her court date a few days ago. In which a sympathetic judge ignored testimony from the son AND the police officer. Her charges were reduced and she was let go after having to pay a pretty hefty trespassing fee and being told she had to keep her nose clean for a year. So she then saw the error of her ways and pranced home. Yea. Fucking. Right. Let me set the scene, Mother’s Day, 2018. Sunny, warm, with a hint of coastal breeze to make the weather perfect. Friend’s mother lives across the country so they decided to join our friends group at an outdoor event with sunshine, beats, picnic food and booz. We all had a wonderful time on my side of the pond.

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I looked between the Las Vegas Footballs For Christmas Gift For Raiders Fans Womens Ugly Sweater their anger had slackened, and began to stare at her with… curiosity? Surprise? Maybe confusion, but it was no longer pure hatred. Except for Creeps, I noticed. His gaze had amped from anger into insidious, predatory disdain. God damn he looked pissed, I almost reached for Sasha to pull her away, but she stepped back, put her hand over her heart, and bowed her head toward them as they continued to watch her. “Ok Sash, can we go back inside?” Right then Bridger took a quick step toward us, and I reflexively took a step back, and grabbed Sasha’s arm to pull her with me. “What?!” she hissed in an anxious whisper. Bridger looked down at the plate of food, and crouched to inspect it closer. “Nothing, I… nothing. Let’s just go.” As we walked back inside, they didn’t move anything but their heads, watching us until we lost site of them on the porch. “Maybe they’ll recognize it was just a kind gesture Harry,” Sasha said as we took our coats off, looking embarrassed. “Maybe… but it was a good idea Sash, either way.” We went back to our movie marathon. Right before dark, I went out the kitchen door to the porch to see where they were. Bridger was still crouched in the snow below the cottonwoods by the plate of food, which baffled me. The others were scattered around the yard, all looking up at the mountain to the east. I’d gotten used to their weird little synchronized mountain-glaring ritual, but got a horrible feeling. Like the spirit was doing more than telling them it was time to try to get in if a candle went out, like it was trying to undo any good Sasha had done, trying to convince them of something, trying to control them. From Christmas night on through the next week, things… progressed. During the day, we’d started limiting our time outside, the harassment of the ghosts certainly helped foster our reclusiveness, but it was mostly because of the frigid temps, wind, and snow that’d shown up just in time for our staycation. We went into town to shop and grab a beer a couple times, but the passes north and east of town were closed, and there wasn’t anywhere else to go this time of year within 4-5 hours. But, we had puzzles, shows, movies, books on tape, some domestic tasks, and lots of cooking to keep us occupied. We’d take Dash up the county road to wear him out every morning too, either on snowshoes or cross-country skis, and the exercise definitely helped keep us sane. The ghosts would be at the door, try to scare me, follow us down the driveway, where they’d stop, unable to follow us off our property up the snowy road; the curious curse boundary, I supposed. They’d wait for us, follow us back up to the house. It became sort of ritualistic.

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