Boredom is a Killer

Since school ended, I have found myself being a victim to one of the most deadly viruses known to man: boredom. It is a chronic illness who's only cure is having fun. If left untreated it can lead to doing stupid stuff, buying things off the internet, tweeting what you eat for lunch, excessive eating, excessive sleeping, playing video games in the dark for 18 hours, and blogging about how boring your life is. Symptoms are clear and include not having fun and wearing this face.

As opposed to this face.

(Thank you Google)

First face says: I am bored.
Second face says: I've had the best day ever!

As you can tell, I am very bored.

Weird Stuff Goes Down In Jersey

The other day, I was bored and decided to skim through my copies of Weird NJ. Admittedly, about half the stories in were pretty stupid. One story was about "Midget Albino Cannibals of Boonton", with an attached picture of five or six guys wearing gorilla suits and holding baseball bats. Another story was of "dancing underpants in Rahway". As I said, some of the stories are quite stupid.

I am only familiar with a few stories in there, and if I told you, I may have stalkers coming to my door. (Yeah, like that would happen.) Anyway, here are a few "strange things" that happened to me while living in New Jersey.

When I was about 10, I was walking around my old elementary school with my friends. We were playing on our old swing set and jumping around  on the playground near the woods. The school I went to is surrounded by forest on its North, West and Southwest sides. When we were leaving, I saw what looked like a pair of red eyes in the bushes. We ran to my friend's house, thinking it was a manticore coming to devour our souls.

(Manticore woodcut. Just think about it. Isn't it creepy?)

There's also this story my friend told me about a man that lives across the street from her who never leaves his house, except for at night where he wanders the woods behind the elementary school with a saw in his hand.

I once took a picture of my parents bedroom on negative, and there was a black figure sitting on their bed. It scared my sister and I, so she deleted the picture.

While walking through a historic section of a town about half an hour away, I swore I saw a man in a suit standing next to a lamppost. When I looked again, he was gone.

On the way to school one day, I saw a black figure run behind a tree. It freaked me out, so I tried to ignore it. It's still in my memory.

Those are the only truly "weird" things that have happened to me in New Jersey.