[ SECRET POST #3531 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3531 ⌋

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Re: What is the worst way you've woken up?

[(Anonymous)]

40 minutes after going to bed super late, by mom staggering to the bathroom to throw up blood and blood clots. She didn't make it to the toilet and it got everywhere, shortly followed by late night/early morning ER trip via ambulance.

Um, any time the cat comes in with something that'e either very or not quite dead and wants to share.

Once I was woken up by a bloodcurdling scream--a raccoon had just bit one of our chickens through her head. She lived for a year after that, poor thing. Our chickens have been attacked since then and the noise is always terrifying, but since then they've never lost more than a couple tailfeathers.

Once when my dad was still alive, he showed up at midnight demanding money (for drugs, but he wouldn't say that) and wouldn't leave until I gave him the money my best friend had just given me for Christmas. Another time he was having a psychotic episode and tied all the gates and doors shut with rope from the outside so we couldn't leave and "guarded" us while heavily armed (and heavily paranoid.) The cops came and left because his guns were legal. And once, between tenants, he broke into our then rental property and slept in his boxers (all the clothes he had) on the bare floor with the oven and stove on full blast because he was practically naked and there was no furniture or blankets. We found him clutching a bottle of booze, lying in piss, in the morning. I had to mop it up.

And mom woke me up on 9/11 to watch the news.