Years ago, on Christmas eve 2001, I was in tears: I couldn\u2019t afford a gift for my 8 y.o. boy. That night, the doorbell rang, and there was a box wrapped in newspaper. It had a new Walkman inside. We had no idea who brought it, but I kept the paper as a memory.<\/p>\n
15 years later, while moving, I found it again. I felt sick, an eerie chill ran through me when I read the news on it: it was about my neighborhood. The article, dated 1990, reported on a suspected man in his 40s who had been breaking into houses on our street and stealing from them. I had no idea about this, as I wasn\u2019t living there back then.<\/p>\n
Luckily, nothing bad happened. It could\u2019ve been just a coincidence to wrap it in that news, but still, it\u2019s a chilling one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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