I need a job. Will work for friendship.

I think this imposter is rosy and that master chief guy is lucario

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*takes a crap an leaves*

Damnit rosey, make up you damn mind on a name. Also holy shit it's back from the grave again.

Who is this imposter of rose? KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Serpy is a dude right?

Hai everyone.

>Be about 15 years old. >Work as an "apprentice" electrician for my dad's best friend, "Jerry". >Jerry is a quiet guy, stern, but when he talks he's good at explaining. I'd been working for him for about 16-17 months, mostly after school and on some weekends, unofficially as I was technically too young to have a job. Pays good but the work is boring. >The work basically consists of him dragging me around to people's houses, and I watch him, or assist him, fixing and rewiring houses or sheds or whatever. >Every so often he has what he calls "old jobs" which are basically jobs that require a full day's work or more to finish, and they're usually on older houses that are kind of out of town. >I lived in central california, lots of farms and old farm houses where people still lived. >Anyway when he'd go out on these "old jobs" he was usually gone about two days, and he'd take another friend of his with him to help him. >A few weeks pass and we've had very little work. Eventually though an "old job" comes up, and his friend isn't around. I think he went up to Yosemite on vacation or something. Jerry asks me if I can go with him because the job needs at least two guys, as the house is fairly large. >Say I can't because I have school, but my dad says it's fine. He wants me to have as much experience as possible in a hard working environment. Reluctantly I go with Jerry. >We leave at about 4 in the morning, drive for what must've been 3 hours, maybe more 'cause I fell asleep. We're out in the desert somewhere, likely the Mojave south of where I lived. >Eventually we reach the place at probably 7:30 or 8 in the morning. It's like a large farmhouse. Really big, and out in the middle of nowhere. Built in a sort of victorian style, but I'm not sure what it was really. >There's an old Cadillac parked out front that's polished and shined up like new. Everything else looks run down and dusty. >Me and Jerry grab the tools and we're greeted by a tiny old man who was probably in his 80s. Guy couldn't have been taller than 4'5" feet. He was either mexican or native american, never found out. >He cooks up breakfast as we get to know each other with small talk. Turns out Jerry's dad was a good friend of the old man, who we'll call Will. >Jerry's dad and Will used to traffic liquor during the prohibition or something, and stayed close friends. Jerry comes out here every once in a while as a favor. >After breakfast Jerry lets me take a short nap, and then we get to work. As I said before the house is large. 5+ bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a dining room, kitchen, big entrance foyer type of deal, living room, den, what I can only describe as another den or some kind of lounge room (it had a small bar). The house was three stories tall. >Problem is that the entire right side of the house can't keep a strong current so the lights flicker off randomly. Jerry tells me this happens to the house every few years and he has to come out here to fix it. We work through most of the day. Will brings us food and helps out with what he can, but he's very old and frail so we try to keep from bugging him and he seems to sleep in the den with the radio going for most of the day. >After dinner I'm completely beat. Will shows me where I can sleep, and even though it's still light out, I pass out as soon as I hit the pillow. >Wake up. It's dark out. Everything is incredibly quiet, but I can hear a sort of murmuring somewhere outside my room. Sounds almost like someone talking in their sleep. >It's a hot summer night and my mouth is dry, but the noises make me hesitant, so I stay in bed for a few minutes listening. After a while I decide it's probably Jerry or Will talking in their sleep or something. The walls in the house are really thin and crappy despite how large it is. >Walk to the bathroom connected to my room to get a drink, flick the light switch. >No light, but there's a dull hum. >I'm on the side of the house where the current is -blam!-ed. >Sigh and try to look around for a glass. >It's -blam!-ing dark, but as I look I see a light from below my window. It's this weird deep green. Like emerald colored. >Shake it off, figure it's not as late as I think it is, Jerry and Will are probably up talking in the den or lounge or whatever. >Decide to go down and ask for a glass of water. >Make my way down the short hallway and turn the corner. There's red light, like a deep crimson, coming from below the stairs. >It looks eerie but I can hear the murmuring more clearly now. Sounds like Will talking. >Walk down the two flights of stairs and out into the foyer/entrance area. The light fixture hanging from the ceiling is encased in red stained glass. >Sothatswhatthatlightwas.jpg >Think it's weird, but head towards the den. Its empty, another lamp in the corner has the same kind of colored glass, casting this bizarre red over everything. >Head through the den towards the murmuring, can almost make out what its saying. See the green coming from the connecting den/lounge area, the sound is coming from in there and I head in. >The murmuring stops. >The lounge is empty. >Immediately terrified. >Just all of the sudden everything feels wrong. >As quickly but quietly as I can I back out and move back into the previous den and head towards the entrance hall of the house to go back up to my room. >Turn the corner to go back into the entrance hall area. >Will is standing in the hall staring at the front door. >He's shirtless, sweating. Can see his ribs beneath his skin he so thin and frail. >His right hand is shaking like he has Parkinson's or something. I start getting goosebumps. I just know something is off here, like I'm not supposed to be down here or something. >After a long time, what must've been about 20 minutes of watching him stand there staring at the front door under that red light, he suddenly coughs very loudly and I jump. >Causes the floor to creek. >His head turns to look at me, like really fast. >"They can't see you under the light. Can't go to the west side of the house at night until its fixed." >Whatthe-blam!-? >He looks back at the door. >"Go back to sleep Anon. I'll make sure the lights stay on." >His hand starts shaking again. >I bolt up stairs as fast as I can. Found out later I cracked one of floorboards. >Didn't sleep until the sun was akready rising. >Jerry wakes me up. Probably only got a few hours total all night cause I was scared shitless. We finish the work on the house and drove home as it was getting dark. >Talk to Jerry about it on the way home. >Jerry tells me that Will is an "odd man". >Tells me Will had a wife and five kids a long time ago, but no one knows what happened to them. >Will just says they were taken away one night. Most people think that she just left him. >Jerry's father once said that Will was a very cruel man, and had a reputation back in the day during the prohibition, so he built that house in the middle of no where so no one could bother him and his family. >No one really knows how he managed to become the owner of that land, but Jerry's mother used to tell him it was "the darkest earth you could live on". >Rest of the drive home Jerry says nothing. That happened back in 2001. A few years later (2006 or so) I had started college. I came home for Thanksgiving and found out from Jerry that Will died two months prior. The house was sold off by Will's younger sister (she was like 70,) and the owners lifted it up piece-by-piece and moved it to southern california somewhere to fix it up. I've always wanted to go back to the spot where the house was out of a strange curiosity, but I'd have to ask Jerry to take me, and he's got a bad stomach now so he doesn't get around much. The weirdest part is that my mom & dad somehow ended up with that red lamp from the den. My mom love it, she keeps it in the front room and leaves it on at night. She says it "wards off evil". My dad pokes fun at her all the time about it, it's become a bit of a family joke around the holidays, but see it always reminds me of that absolutely bizarre night. >one night at my parents house for christmas >the light is on all night >see Will standing at the lamp >he tells me it will be okay >i ask him where hes been >he said he'd been looking for his wife and kids in the misty place in the woods >theres a forest right next to the cemetary where he was buried >i got 10 spookies >he takes the lamp and breaks it >he leaves through the front door >not a word said >i follow him >he walks back to the cemetary >i grab his shoulder >he turns around >Wait! What? You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I though "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air"! I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight, yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom, and I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.

*walks into bar* *curls up at rosey's feet*

So many name changes

I would like to work fer yeh

Any job openings?

Was the name change necessary? Cause you realise I'm still gonna call you Rosy.

Is this thing alive again?

Why you change :(

Lol how has the time to scroll down 26,000 replies and bump the first post.