i just remembered one of the best moments of my childhood so imma share with the class
picture this: 2004. i was a wee 8-year-old spending some time with my grandma in the small countryside city where my mom is from.
now i don’t want you to picture this as a quaint little town full of trees or what not. my family has always been poor, and even in the context of this already poor little town. the city is fucking hideous. i’m talking exposed brick self-made houses. i’m talking bathrooms with slightly caved in floors threatening to let you fall in the septic tank while you’re showering. i’m talking a thin coating of red earth on pretty much everything. i’m talking about a sun that burns everything it touches.
i, however, was none the wiser. my grandma was very stern, but had a soft spot for me, and was more than eager to let me play in the street, something i would never EVER be able to do back at home. I’d play in the street from morning to sundown, grandma would literally throw me in the shower, i’d collapse almost immediately on the bed and rinse and repeat.
this town specifically is in a very dry area of my state. it honest to god borders a desert. so it’s very hot and doesn’t rain much, but when it does, the town has absolutely NO FUCKING CLUE how to deal with the rain.
on that specific day, it had been raining quite a lot. i was p bummed i couldn’t go out to play so my grandma, knowing the granddaughter she had, had me help around the house to keep me busy. I was sorting different scraps of fabric grandma was sewing into a quilt when we heard a loud BOOM-
and my grandma’s house at the time was at the foot of a hill. on top of this hill was a cemetery built in the 1940′s, in between the two there was (still is) a slum where most of my grandma’s friends lived. Grandma looked up from her sewing machine, raised an eyebrow, and went back to her sewing. Gunfight, what about it? We were used to it at the time.
then there was another BOOM-
and then grandma was like aight this is weird. is way louder than a gun. what the fuck.
so she opened the front door just in time for one of her friends to BARGE into the home. I’m saying the SWAT team had NOTHING on this woman. this seventy year-old lil’ old lady BURST into the house and i was like Tia Eurita what in the actual fuck-
and this woman, honest to god, simply BELLOWS
“DONA DELFINA. THE DEAD ARE COMING DOWN THE HILL. THEY HAVE SONIA IN HER HOUSE”
the cemetery wall had caved in because of the rain and all of the corpses came sliding down the hill, trapping people in their houses. Grandma took one look at her friend, picked up her rosary beads, and sat down to pray (but she couldn’t because she was laughing too hard)
anyways i thought this had been a product of my imagination until the other day i needed to look up court decisions about something unrelated and i came across this decision where the court condemned the city to pay 40k to the woman in compensation for being trapped inside her house by a corpse after the cemetery wall fell down and i was like
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