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Don’t talk to me or my son ever again.

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Full Disclosure...

Is it just me, or are there other people out there that only play certain music during sex? Like out of respect for the artist?

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Oh. Ow. Ouch. I'm so... bored. I'm just bored. Nothing hurts.

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Its selfie time. Apparently.

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BEST TWEET EVER IN LIFE!

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Now that the holidays are over, and we are slowly wading into 2023, I am going to make this blog my main focus. I know that lots of you out there love True Crime just as much as I do...☝🏽🦉🕵🏽‍♂️

I have a notebook FULL of different cases to write about, but I need to know what everyone wants to read, so I can get The Bruised Peach blog up and going! 🤞🏽

Tell me what you all want to read about... dark, bizarre, weird, scary, mysterious, solved, unsolved, old, new, etc. You name it, and I will find the story(ies) to satisfy everyone. 🧟‍♀️🧛🏽‍♂️🪦🛸🔍🔪🔨

I know you have lots of awesome choices for other True Crime blogs, so I just wanna get my lil foot in the door...👣🙋🏽‍♀️✍🏽

💚Love you all!💚

The Bruised Peach

(curiosity killed the cat, but it only bruised the peach)

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This. ☝🏽💚

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A Little Help...

So, as you can see, I am experiencing extreme writer's block. So, I have put my writing on hold for a minute to get some inspiration...

And, back to gaming, I go... And I would love it if people could give me suggestions about which game(s) I should get to get my creative juices flowing...

I'm pretty picky about games; I only like a weird little sub-set of categories. But I want suggestions for anything dark, weird, scary, bizarre, etc. I like FPS, RPG, Story Rich, Horror, Psychological Horror, Strategy, Atmospheric, etc.

I am not a fan of anything that has a 1st Gen Nintendo aesthetic; that was what every game looked like when I was young, and those are the ones I got sick of. Annnnnd, lastly, I'm not a huge fan of the Zombiepidemic. It got tired for me a few years ago.

If anyone can think of any that I might like, ALL suggestions are welcome!

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something inside of me shifted as I slept through and into the early hours of 2023. Everything is identically different... things I've never understood, I'm mastering. My social anxiety is no where near gone, but it gets less and less each day. I have also slept without the assistance of sedatives since January 1st. That is unheard of for me. I have night terrors and sleep paralysis... as well as insomnia. But, suddenly I was falling asleep before I could even remember to take my Seroquel and Clonazepam.

I wish I could properly explain wtf has been going on... but I wouldn't even know where to start. Its like, if we were to ever make that shift in consciousness, this has got to be what it feels like.

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If you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, you may return to find her. She will have remade the bed and will wait patiently to get under the covers with you.

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we already have a strong contender for tweet of the year

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This.

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I spent an embarrassing amount of time on this entry. Between deciding who to make the focal point of the story, and getting all the right information... And of course having such a busy home life... I'm surprised this is getting typed out before Valentine's Day.

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On October 1, 2010, the "Doe" family arrived at their camping destination: the Fowler campground in Mt. Shasta, California. Their campsite was nestled in a section of the woods at the bottom of the mountain. The family had become pretty big fans of what the Mt. Shasta area offered in terms of outdoor recreation. They loved to go camping and hiking when time allowed.

The parents were assembling and setting up the tent, when they got distracted for what they were quoted saying was "literally for a second". It was in that "second" that little "John" went ahead and NOPE'd right out of there; vanished into thin air.

By the time the boy vanished it was already on the darker side of dusk. So, after two hours of the family searching all up and through the thickets in the forest and still not seeing hair nor hide on little "John", they decided to call and enlist the help of the local police department. The police and rescuers searched the forested areas of Mt. Shasta for 5 hours before the discovery was made. Little "John Doe" was right there, curled up in the bushes directly adjacent to the path they had searched over and over for 5 hours. He was alive. And aside from being in a quasi-catatonic state from severe shock, he suffered no wounds to the body.

After "John" went home from the hospital in the care of his parents, they decided it would be best to chalk the whole experience at the campsite up to what was tantamount to a terrible scare, since the little boy was lost, in the dark, alone, and walking aimlessly through the woods for several hours.

So, what the hell happened to that little boy?

A few weeks later "John" was being baby-sat by his Grandma Kathy, whom he called "Kappy" when he told her that he really didnt like "ANOTHER Kappy". When "Kappy" engaged the 4 little boy, he decided to finally speak on what happened to him the night he disappeared at Mt. Shasta. Now, I have heard hundreds, if not thousands, of similar stories... similar until this part.

In the article '"They Looked Like People": A Bizarre and Bone-Chilling Missing Person Story' by Ben Yardley of the United Squid, it is stated that "When pressed for details, the boy said 'It was a cave with spiders, and there was purses and guns. I was too scared, so I didnt touch anything. But, when she climbed the ladder, the light made her look like a robot. There were other robots, too, but they didnt move. They looked lik people. She made me lay down to look at my tummy. Then she took me back to the river and said to wait under the bush until someone found me.'"

If that isn't enough nightmare fuel for you, it gets worse. At some point during the time that the little boy was in the presence of the "Other Kappy" and her fellow robot cohorts, Robot Granny put a piece of paper down on the ground of the cave and told "John" to... well, poop on it, for lack of a better term. But, after the child vehemently refused and fought the mysterious monster squad until they gave up. That was when "John" was told to go wait in the bush.

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I am going to make this a two part entry. Simply because there is alot of interesting/bizarre details stuck in the cracks of this story, and I will research, find, and verify every detail I possibly can, because I know that when I, personally, read/hear a story, I want every detail I can possibly find... So, I write the stories/cases with as much detail as I would want to see in a story. Also, thats why my entries are aways long as shit. Part 2 is just over there....->