Outlet Mall Trip
The other day I decided to go down to the new outlet mall that opened in my city. It was about an hour and a half drive. I didn’t feel like driving so I took the bus. I don’t normally take the bus but I like to take the bus sometimes when I feel like I want my mind to wander.
Wandering minds can lead to startling conclusions and startling conclusions are things that you can think about over and over. The more you think about things like this the more creative ideas you can come up with and pretty soon you’ve created a whole chain of ideas that seemingly didn’t make sense at the beginning but they might lead to something fantastic.
I got to the mall and I looked around at all the stuff. I watched all of the people. When it came time to come home I was still wondering inside of my mind and I got on the wrong bus. I didn’t notice that I was on the wrong bus until I was halfway back to the wrong place. I got off the bus at the wrong place. It took me a while to figure out the bus schedule to figure which bus to take to come back to where I wanted to be.
Wrong Way Home
While I was trying to figure out how to get back home, a homeless man came up and started talking to me. He looked homeless but he didn’t seem homeless. He didn’t seem homeless because he didn’t have the sadness and the depression that homeless people have. He didn’t have the smell of alcohol on his breath that homeless people have. He had a look of fear and terror and clarity.
He said I need to tell you my story. A long time ago I lived in a house in a neighborhood and I had a regular job. Next door to my house was an old man. I’d only lived there about a year and a half. I never met the old guy I just saw him a couple of times. I just knew it was an old guy in his late 70s retired.
One day in the backyard I heard some children playing. I went out the front and I looked and there weren’t any cars that I didn’t recognize. I assumed that these kids had been dropped off by their parents. Maybe they wanted to do more interesting things than take care of their kids and so they left the kids with grandpa. This happened every week for a couple of weeks.
Hear But Can’t See
I would be in the backyard. I could hear these kids talking. I got a sense that these kids wanted to start a conversation with me. I figured these were just kids that they were bored. They didn’t particularly like being stuck at grandpa’s house. One day a red ball came flying over the fence and I heard them giggling and I threw the red ball back.
This made them really really happy and so we started to play catch. But I never felt truly comfortable because these were two kids that I didn’t know. I didn’t really feel that comfortable starting a conversation with two strange kids that I couldn’t see. So we just had this wordless interaction every week for a few weeks.
I could also sense that these kids wanted to take this conversation further. That they wanted to climb up on the fence. I could hear them talking about maybe finding a ladder so they could climb up and see me and talk to me. This made me a little worried because I had never met their parents. I imagine what their parents might think of these kids talking to some strange neighbor that lives next door to grandpa whom I’ve only seen once.
Grandpa Is Dead
A couple of weeks later there was an ambulance outside of grandpa’s house and they were wheeling grandpa out of the house completely covered up. Grandpa was dead. This made me sad because I’d never see these kids again. A couple of months later a young couple bought the house and then a month after that I came home and there were police cars in front of the house.
Two FBI cars in front of the house. When I was walking up to my door one of the FBI agents looked at me and kind of nodded like he wanted to talk to me. I stopped. He walked up the asked me if I knew the old man. I said no. I said what’s going on. The FBI agent explained to me that the young couple had been doing some landscaping in their backyard and they found some bones.
They called the cops. The cops came. They found 18 children that had been buried in his backyard that had been killed between 10 and 30 years ago. I asked him if the old man had any family and they said not as far as they could tell no children of his own. This horrified me.
I went inside. I wondered who those kids were. Later that night I found out because all 18 children came to me. Later that night all 18 children came to me and they were very very angry.
It turned out that those two kids were desperately trying to tell me that they had been murdered. But since they were kids they didn’t quite know how to express that in their own childlike way. They were doing whatever they thought was the best way to start a conversation with a stranger that they couldn’t see. I was too worried to create a relationship with them.
They weren’t able to. Now they were angry because this was their last hope. They had hoped to tell somebody that the owner of the house was a murderer. Their only hope of having peace was for him to receive justice in this world but because he died peacefully without anybody ever knowing what he had done they will never receive peace.
Now these children follow me everywhere. I am never alone. They are always looking at me. They are always angry at me because I am all they have and they will follow me everywhere. I’m terrified of what will happen to me after I die.
When he was telling me the story I asked him, I said of these children here now? He said yes, they are looking right at you. They are standing around us right now. They were listening to these words just like you are listening to these words. They are thinking about these words just like you are thinking about these words.
They’ll Go With You
They are wondering if these words are true just like you are wondering if these words are true. Now I’m hoping that in telling you this story maybe the children will start to follow you and leave me alone.
Mind Persuasion has plenty of books and courses to teach you how to speak hypnotically and persuasively.