Friends of ours in northern New Jersey told us about a nightly occurrence of drones above and around their home. Some were as big as cars. Apparently local police have turned to the FBI for answers. Currently no one is saying who is controlling them.
Pinecones, that is. Edible mini pinecones. It's a thing. I received a jar from my brother for Christmas.
657 Boulevard is anxious for you to move in. It has been years and years since the young blood ruled the hallways of the house. Have you found all of the secrets it holds yet? Will the young blood play in the basement? Or are they too afraid to go down there alone. I would [be] very afraid if I were them. It is far away from the rest of the house. If you were upstairs you would never hear them scream.
I bought a large iced pumpkin coffee today and the girl at the counter said "Wow, the guy before you had an order number of 666 and your change is $6.66! I need to play that number!" I excitedly said "It's the mark of the Beast!!!" and it got really quiet in there.
Well, it is.
A coworker was telling me that an old lady pulled into his
driveway on Saturday, in a large dark Cadillac. She knocked and asked if a Betty
still lived there. He said "No, we've lived here for the last fifteen
years...." and she then reached into his mailbox and checked the address/name
on some mail that was in there and seemed to doubt that he was telling the truth.
