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hello, my little cousin here insistes that i have to chare this story with other people because quote 'when your older, your mom lore's gonna be insane'. so here i am charing a little tid bit about what ususally goes in our incestral little vilage.
for contecst, we are from what i think is an ethnic group in english in north africa. they were the very first people to live there. so, every year during any vacation be it the big summer one or the ones for the holydays, we go to our village up in the mountains were all the familly gathers around to celebrate or relax from city life.
we are all related to eachother somehow, so it is no suprise that us kids would gather together and play all around the mountain and it's forest all day long without supervision. the closest village to ours is 3 hours by car so it is pretty safe for us reckless gremlins to run around and the forest is prety tame with the most dangerous animals to be found is street dogs that don't come out until midnight.
one day we kids went to the neighboring vilage in secret to steel some construnction materials to built a little cabin as our 'base of meischief' like vilains do in cartoons. what we didn't know at the time was that the place we decided to make our own was a su!ic!de hot spot were even the army had to check every few mounths for corpses (why tf they didn't put any signs or warnings is beyond me).
so we built in at the begining of summer, then we all went back to our homes near the begining of the school year. the youngest of us was i think 6 at the time. the next summer the second we all got to the village we ran all the way to our cabin to check if the adults who stay in the winter found it. what we found inside was the corps of a young women barely 20 hanging from a plank of wood we put up as a seeling. to say that we were traumatized would be like saying the sun is bright. we ran back down the mountain like the devil was on our heels and screamed to high hell, no one could understand what we were saying from how much we where crying. two hours later the army came by and took the corps of the women away
we didn't step a foot inside our cabin until the next summer. i was dared by a cousin to get inside and see if it were hounted by the spirite of the lady, and i, the prideful brat that i was went there with a broom, a buket and some soup, playing it off as if i wasn't quivering in my shoes and telling them that i was gonna clean the bad vibe away.
right as i opended the door, i throw the bucket with the soupy water, closed my eyes and started scrubing the floor while chanting some prayers i had heard the old grannies say when someone died. an hour later and everyone startes helping me clean. the bastards had the guts to throw salt at me when i went out and started screaming at them to help me.
after that we went to playing like normale. the summer after that i thing i was 9ish if not 10, we found the body of an old man who shot himself and left a big hole in one of the walls. the funny thing was that this time no one was scarred just angry at the man for damaging our hard work, it had taken us weeks to figur out how to messur them and to get the sement at the right consistency and the bricks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)
we draged the body out and went on our mary way like nothing had happended. we called the cops at night so that they wouldn't bother us too much.
two weeks later we went to another village for a wedding and stayed there for a good mounth helping with the preparetions, when we got back we only had one day left of our vacation so we decided to spend in in our spote, and lo and behold a young man dead inside. we where so done with this that we didn't even bother doing anything, just went back down and played in the forest with the older kids.
we forgot about the body.
the next year, we went up and started smelling something fool. i think we all throw up at one point as we got closer. it is not until i was near the door that one of my cousins screamed at me to get away and reminded us of what we had left there. for a good 6 mounth, the body stayed there rotting and decaying. we called the authorities and they where kind enough to bring a specialist to clean the place for us.
and so, every now and then. we find a body and forget about it.
you may ask "why didn't they take down your cabine?" or "why didn't the adults do anything about this?"
and to answer your question:
-they did take it down, we just kept steeling things and re-building it. after the 8th time they left it alone and just cleaned it for us if the body was old
-as for how the army didn't sheck the spot for six months, they though that if people found the cabin then they would think that someone lives inside and leav it as is. but they where wrong and poeple are rude as fuck.
-during the winter, is is nearly impossible to get to our spot because of all the snow and how gaged the way up is people just don't bother. it's only during the summer that it becomes possible to get there so yeah. when it's our play time it's dy!ng time for others
-no one of the adults know the whole thing. they think that is was a two time thing. they don't know about the other times.
to clarifie, the top of the mountain is a good hour away by foot from the village so were pretty much alone there.
now i am 18 and we have until now forgoten 5 bodies and didn't forget 14. very good statistics if you ask me ;)