getting back to my memory, yest i was in my early teens. junior high in fact while at white sands missle range new mexico.
...i think this is when i was inducted into the narco society so the "special forces" could keep tabs on me. now there's a history in itself....
well let's see if i can remember what all happened that night. you must first understand, it's like the saying goes, when it rains it pours. about the same time, i was jumped while walking home from school and knocked in the head with a baseball bat. i was walking across the park-field and they snuck up behind me from behind the fence or something and hit my head smack in the back middle. I still have the dent...did you see it?
let's see. i remember going to bed. i heard some noise and i looked up toward the door and saw yong. she was grinning. she then disappeared back into her room and i remember her telling dois to go to my room (exact words i cannot recollect). i remember dois was crawling on his hands and knees and looking around as if trying to spot something. then he crawled up to the bed then he got into the bed and i remember feeling his weight on me. he started grabbing at my close and i began to feel panick. i gropped at my clothes to keep them on but his weight over powered me. i remember his snotty face on my skin and i remember looking up and seeing him between my legs. he went up my but and i remember him sticking the knife in me. i remember him being too close to my undies then i heard him blow his nose then i smelled the stink of his snot spreading throughout my body. sometime before he left the bed i remember a pencil in my hand and i threw it up into his shaft as he stood on his knees. almost a brand new pencil, exact sequence of occurrences is unclear. and then i became motionless, unable to move, but i did manage to turn my head to the left and watched him crawl out of my room the same as he came in. i guess i must have passed out because i remember waking up in a convulsion and kicking. i had been given a black ceramic cat about 2 feet high which i had near the side of the bed near my feet. whether it was the same night i kicked the cat and shattered it, i cannot remember.
it could have been a dream, but i have smelled his snot spread throughout my body ever since. i smell as if he had given me his sweat glands as well. sometimes his smell is just too overwhelming not to notice. i'm guessing i've habituated to it to a large extreme, but i still smell him.
i also remember he made me sick to my stomache. his secretions stunk like something sickening sour and i think i threw up.
since then, he use to keep his door open while in bed. he'd throw the blankets off himself and always making sure he wore loose under pants use to keep the front open and show himself as i walked past his room. i'm sure he acted the same way with the others. sometimes his u know what would be hanging out the leg of his boxer shorts. he really was embarassing. and i'm sure the others felt the same way, even darby. he acted this way with all five of us. and the 4 of us almost felt we had to look to satisfy him. he'd moan and grunt as we passed. yong, though, really like it. she'd stop at the door making sure she was noticed then slowly close the door behind her, but sometimes would leave it ajar. we'd look through the open and the room would be pitch black but we'd hear the bed squeaking. i really was horrified of that bedroom door. always hoping it would be wide open with all the lights on and no one in it. sometimes when i passed by and noticed the door clothed, i want to bust in and start screaming, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!"
i still get the sickening feeling every time i become aware of them and their bedroom. but now, i can scoff and when they're both in there, i know they're not alright. they're both perverts and i know and don't have to wonder what they're up to, because i now know everytime they're in there together there's always someone or animal in there with them. then i pass with the words, "what perverts!" that's how well i know them, besides the thrown childrens clothes here and there through the house but usually in the living room; and the shoes near the door. yong especially likes to make it an exhibit.
i come into this room and listen. sometimes i hear the crying and or pining noises come out of their bedroom. sometimes i hear the water turning on in the bathtub and a little one crying, "IT'S TOO HOT!" and quite often i hear, "WAIT!" "WAIT!" "WAIT!" there's alot of other noises too.
like today, after they got back from college station, dois went into his closet and i heard a thump! sounded like he had wiped something off his shelf. something that may have weighed 20 or 30 pounds. could have been a little lighter, all bundled up. then i heard another thump! this one sounded like he had cut a rope to a hanging weight of maybe around 100 pounds. a few seconds after it dropped, it held a small conversation with dois and sounded like peggy.
but judy, peggy, yong and i all sound alike, so it could very well have been yong. i remember her sounding startled before they left. it sounded like something had grabbed her from behind and having her in a stranglehold was push-leading her into the garage. the attic door is in there. the sounds i heard today may have come from the attic as well. although, dois is particularly fond of the spare bedroom closet and bad smells are always excaping from it into mine.
it's really nasty here. i have no good memories... oh, i remember once at fort sam (170 artillery post loop) i watched dois running down the attic stairs and running out of site. i stood there in front of the door, peered in and heard darby gaging and barfing. i'm guessing he never knew what attacked him that day. this was also the stairs with the vaseline. i seem to remember dois rubbing it on the bottom stairs. i told darby what it was when i saw him next and told him to rub some on the middle portion of all the steps and to be sure to use the sides for walking. needlesstosay, dois was caught trying to sneak up to darby one day and the stairs got him. he always trys to be so sneaking and fast. guess he was trying to run up the stairs that day, but didn't quite make it up and with the gravitational pool, he had a little help getting back down the attic stair way. this was a 4 level house we lived in - the attic, the 2nd floor, the ground floor, and the basement. we had alot of stairs!
i wasn't home much except to study and sleep but i seemed to be around enough to notice some really weird stuff....
it's all too weird though and i'm getting a headache. guess you'll have to coax the other stories out of me.
these memories aren't pleasant you know, and i've got some sort of subconcious block against my history because most of it especially around this weird couple just plain makes me sick!