i’m such a baby but i have literally nothing to live for i hate waking up in the morning and i don’t feel like doing it anymore
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i’m such a baby but i have literally nothing to live for i hate waking up in the morning and i don’t feel like doing it anymore
Please don’t die tn
i prob won’t but i can’t think about anything else
i wanna die tn
How to die without anyone noticing?!
“A family that slays together stays together” – written by Charles Manson.
Rural Macoupin County, Illinois - Abandoned Farmhouse N. of Nilwood (3 of 3) by myoldpostcards on Flickr.
This photograph doesn’t look like much, but as the original uploader explains:
My grandmother used to live in a creepy old house in a gated community for seniors. The previous owner had died there. One morning, her husband, who always got up a few hours before her, woke her up in a panic. He led her into the living room, where the blanket that was usually across the back of the couch was sitting straight up, as if someone was sitting underneath it. The thing is, nothing was under it, and I mean nothing. There were no sticks holding it up, nothing hanging from the ceiling, no pillows, nothing.
My grandmother was too scared to go up to it at first, so she snapped this photo from afar. After a few days, she got the courage to touch it. She poked it, and the blanket immediately fell down, crumpled and flat, like a normal blanket with nothing in it. And that was it.
[Photo originally uploaded by: /u/Drelecour]
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It was a bleak and dreary night on the 2nd of November, 1996. 16-year-old Damien Nettles finished up his dinner with his family and left their Isle of Wight home to attend a friend’s party in East Cowes. He bid farewell to his parents; it was the last time they ever saw him.
The following morning, his bed was discovered empty. Dread washed over his parents, Valerie and Edward. The couple called around Damien’s friends to enquire as to whether anybody knew where he was. Several friends told them that Damien and his best friend left the party at around 9:45PM, went to several pubs in the town and then parted ways at 10:30PM. Valerie reported her son missing but fear soon turned to anger when police dismissed Damien’s disappearance as a runaway. “We knew Damien had not run away or was even planning to,” said Edward.
Since police had no interest in Damien, Valerie and Edward embarked on their own search for their son. They spoke to his friends, neighbours, locals, and anybody in the area who was willing to talk. They handed out hundreds of missing person posters with Damien’s smiling face emblazoned on the front. Eventually, their persistence generated local media interest and police became somewhat involved.
A timeline of events leading up to Damien’s disappearance was constructed from eyewitness reports. After parting with his friend that night, Damien walked back to the high street. At 11:40PM, he was spotted on CCTV purchasing chips. The man who served him asked if he was okay; Damien appeared extremely confused and disorientated. His best friend confirmed they had drank some cider that night but neither were drunk. After leaving the chip shop, Damien climbed on board a bus and asked the bus driver if he could take him to Cowes. This was extremely odd considering Damien was already in Cowes.
After getting back off the bus, Damien is spotted on CCTV sitting on the steps of a nearby supermarket in the pouring rain. He then gets up and walks down the high street alone and subsequently disappears out of sight. “That was the last image of him and it still haunts us to this day,” said Edward. Since his disappearance, theories have abounded; one theory is that Damien was on drugs and accidentally drowned while another is that he was killed by local drug dealer, Nicky McNamara, who later died of an overdose that some found suspicious.