My grandfather passed away this past friday. We had the funeral yesterday. The funeral was 4 hours away from where i live now in the town where i was born and grew up. Well I took my dad with me and i dropped him off at a friends house, which happened to be down the street from where I used to live!
I knew i shouldnt have but i couldnt help it... i turned down the street and went past the house. It looked like it did when we lived there. the paint was all chipping off and faded.. it gave a me a very eerie feeling driving past. of course when i looked at it, i started having flashbacks of the horrible things that happened there....

why did i do that????? why did i let my self turn down that road????????