by neilgin1 » Sat Feb 09, 2013 11:27 pm
thats a neat story....i got one, a weird one. in the mid 90's, my son's mother ( i loathe writing "ex-wife", makes me feel low) and i, with our 18 month old son moved into a rental house, in a well known hippy canyon in SoCal, that SHE found. i wasnt wild about the place, but just learning the wisdom of "yes dear".
there was a fellow, who had a small rental house behind us. My son would be put to nap in a small bedroom, and would frequently awaken just shrieking, which was unlike him. He would say that "the red man was in the room"....oh yeh, very creepy, stay with me.
so time goes by, and the guy in the back, Hank and i made friends, he loathed the landlord, and told me everything she DID NOT. Told me that a major coke dealer, had been living and dealing in this house for about two years, and one night blew his brains out in the living room, and Hank also told me, rumor had it, somewhere in this place, he had stashed a quarter of million dollars in frns.
God only knows if this poor soul, was the "red man" that my the toddler saw. But i remember there was a time period where my business went south for a spell, and i searched this house high and low. It was a creepy wooden house, with a half attic and a million stash places, i looked and looked, found nothing.
Stupid story, but i fully expected to find $250,000 dollars, but no. It seemed that everything went south for me and my boys mother, while we were in that house. My career went south for a long spell, our marriage went south,i wont go into details, but i had to move out, i found a place a mile away. You could say, "dont blame it on the house".....but there was something there, that was bad.
The landlord could of got in real trouble, not revealing this to us; a grisly suicide. I know California is a goofed up nanny state, but under law a landlord is REQUIRED to reveal, something of that nature. After i moved out, my ex-wife, she's a dear woman...truly, she continued to spiral out of control, and only righted her course, when she took an apartment in the Valley...and 16 years later, we are still close kin, i still am very much in love with her.
But it all begs the question, what if i DID find this rumored $250,000 that a dead coke dealer had purportedly stashed? Think about it. Can you imagine the curse that would follow me? Haunt me? Not guilt, but worse...ill fortune, in spades. i know some of you might be rolling your eyes, but i'm really glad i didnt find that money, and that the three of lived thru that all, dwelling in a very bad place.
Nothing is free in life.