...of the one (lesbian) sister of my one former assisted living client with disabilities:
Back when she had her first apartment after moving out, this attic apartment that she shared with her first girlfriend in the attic of this one house that some family member of hers owned and lived in, there was this one room that gave everyone the creeps, and she'd watch whenever anyone would first enter the apartment, and as they'd go down that hallway, they'd slow down as they passed by and looked into that one room, and then all of a sudden subconsciously they'd speed up and walk faster to get by it, every single person.
And, another time her one family member called her at work to ask her if her girlfriend was home since it was noisy upstairs, and she said no, she was at work, and then when she asked what the sound was like, he said that it was like bodies being dragged across the floor, and when she said to go look, he was like, "No, you go look," and her relative who lived downstairs was the kind of person to not make stuff up or do anything like that at all.
Also, many times when she got home, the picture of her (dead) mother would be flung across the room and resting face down in the corner of the room opposite where it had been sitting out on a little table.
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