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I’d like some advice please /x/.
>Abused as a kid, hated home, ran away and never really looked back
>31 years old now, successful (run a small financial service business remotely), but I don’t want to settle down
>Have an apartment but prefer to live rough – generally sleep in remote churches – will be out and on the road for weeks at a time
Been living this life for around 12 years. Always been happy, never felt threatened (beyond the odd drunk/s looking to kick a homeless dude in), but take precautions when I’m out. I always sleep centrally in church spaces (often using the pew as cover) to give me the most exit options if I need to leave in a hurry. Always have a knife, always have a torch, etc.
Last night:
>Found my way into an abandoned church (built in 1300s, restored in 1600s, abandoned since 1960) which is maintained for the few visitors it gets each year
>Very remote – c.18 miles from any useful population centre (my favourite kind of church)
>Normally I find these spaces very relaxing – arrive at about 4pm, the sun begins to go down
>Have a drink from a hip flask (double whisky) and settle down with some writing
>Start to prepare for sleep at 7:30pm (usually sleep around 8pm to 4am, leave by 5am)
>Out like a light a little after 8pm, remember feeling very peaceful as I drifted off
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I woke shortly after – which is unlike me. I am a sound sleeper, but light and easy to wake. This is important with my hobby.
I couldn’t place what woke me but the feeling of peace had gone – instead replaced by what I am now describing as dread.
Everything was too quiet – not a sound from the wind outside. A smell I had not noticed before became very noticeable – it was unmistakably human, like body odour covered by sickly sweet incense.
As the smell intensified, the temperature dropped and I was quickly too cold (despite having a good sleeping bag). Similarly the light from outside – the moon (there was no artificial lighting) intensified – making it quite bright in the church.
I did not sleep again, but stayed put quietly until the sun came up. Normally birds sing, but I heard none.
I rose and left at about 5am and have not stopped thinking about this experience – the first of its kind I’ve ever had.
Should I go back? I feel a strong urge to go back, tempered with fear. What did I experience?
Pic sort of related – it’s the view from the window.
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>>17722067
>successful
Bollocks.
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>>17722103
Well, relatively. I can afford to live how I want.
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>>17722103
Dunno op sounds kinda fake.
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>>17722157
Your church, your problem. This isn't your personal blog, it's for spooky stories.
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ffs this is why no one like /x/ anymore.
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>>17722188
I fucking love /x/!
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>>17722172
>it's for spooky stories.
So when are they going to start? Something made me think it was about sleeping in church.
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