Now I'm only telling this because I feel like I'm going to go completely insane if I don't tell anyone and I'll probably turn myself in soon.
I accidentally killed 7 people in September 8th 2005 and it's been haunting me ever since. I get nightmares every night and rarely have had a good night's sleep. I used to smoke a lot of weed and do drugs with a regular ring of friends near our high school. Anyway, one day, cops raided the little smokeout spot and we had to think of another place to chill. "Luckily" I was never caught during that bust. Now I used to live in a private community, but houses were always vacant/on sale and I knew a few empty places we could break in and smoke out. So after scouting around, I found the perfect house (or so I thought) to make our new home. We'd hang out there after school every.single.day and pass the time.
Now you gotta understand something about these old houses - they usually have a gas furnace and heating because it's a lot cheaper than electricity. One day when we were in there, one of the containers was leaking and it smelled really strong - a bit like old clothes/skunk/smoke and while stoned, I got obessed with tracing the source. I found the outlet it was coming out of and took off my both shoes and plugged the pipe. We continued to chill there for a few minutes before everyone went home.
That's when everything went wrong. About an hour after we had left, I saw a couple of moving trucks move to the house's parking space and start to unload furniture, etc... There must have been 30 of them. I was a bit worried because I was hoping they wouldn't smell the weed and would simply ignore it. I didn't want to get into trouble. Little did I fucking know what was next.
Another half hour passed and that's when it happened. The house simply exploded in every.single.direction. There was a huge fireball and debris falling everywhere and people sprawled all over the ground. Since I was still watching them in a stoned paranoia from the window, it really hit me by surprise and for a few minutes, I was completely stunned while watching people crawl all over the ground. My brain was dead and I just didn't know what to think.
They ended up blaming it on a faulty gas leak, but I know the truth. I blocked that pipe and killed those men. God help my soul.
I accidentally killed 7 people in September 8th 2005 and it's been haunting me ever since. I get nightmares every night and rarely have had a good night's sleep. I used to smoke a lot of weed and do drugs with a regular ring of friends near our high school. Anyway, one day, cops raided the little smokeout spot and we had to think of another place to chill. "Luckily" I was never caught during that bust. Now I used to live in a private community, but houses were always vacant/on sale and I knew a few empty places we could break in and smoke out. So after scouting around, I found the perfect house (or so I thought) to make our new home. We'd hang out there after school every.single.day and pass the time.
Now you gotta understand something about these old houses - they usually have a gas furnace and heating because it's a lot cheaper than electricity. One day when we were in there, one of the containers was leaking and it smelled really strong - a bit like old clothes/skunk/smoke and while stoned, I got obessed with tracing the source. I found the outlet it was coming out of and took off my both shoes and plugged the pipe. We continued to chill there for a few minutes before everyone went home.
That's when everything went wrong. About an hour after we had left, I saw a couple of moving trucks move to the house's parking space and start to unload furniture, etc... There must have been 30 of them. I was a bit worried because I was hoping they wouldn't smell the weed and would simply ignore it. I didn't want to get into trouble. Little did I fucking know what was next.
Another half hour passed and that's when it happened. The house simply exploded in every.single.direction. There was a huge fireball and debris falling everywhere and people sprawled all over the ground. Since I was still watching them in a stoned paranoia from the window, it really hit me by surprise and for a few minutes, I was completely stunned while watching people crawl all over the ground. My brain was dead and I just didn't know what to think.
They ended up blaming it on a faulty gas leak, but I know the truth. I blocked that pipe and killed those men. God help my soul.
