At 11:35pm, we arrived home from shopping at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. The divorced nutter was heard slamming the inner door and iron door to the side of her garage. I started humming the tune to the “Al Bundy‘s – Psycho Dad/Mom”.
Yesterday at around 04:40pm, we were backing out of our garage to attend the five o’clock evening mass. I was the usual driver and I actually smiled with my grin of teeth when I saw the divorced nutter turned her gaze towards our direction. She was putting up a plastic bag upon a heap of grass/dirt of the old lawn. It was an orange pumpkin design. Apparently, she is imitating our activities.
She might have a djinn inside of her or in/around the house. Or maybe the dead, Chow-Chow dog, Max, is/was haunting their house. Max the dog was 14 years old and Gilbert M. left the dog to die and was buried in the backyard and later discovered/unearthed by the next owner(s).
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