Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-26360379-20150501120855/@comment-25326117-20150506220211

I had lived in a townhouse apartment complex. The place was known to have the leasing office catch on fire. There was also a rumor going around about this guy I met. His nickname was 'Crazy Josh' and he was said to go on killing sprees whenever it rained.

My neighborhood was nothing, but rented townhomes and aparments. I had my bike and my sister had our bikes stolen a few times. I remember searching these woods that surround a park that was in our neighborhood. Those woods are where I met Crazy Josh twice, so I nicknamed those woods 'The Devil Woods.' I lived there since my tweens to my junior year in high school.

I also found my bike in The Devil Woods' and the handle bars and seat had this green gunk in them. I threw it away.

My stepdad also recovered one of my stolen bikes in somebody's backyard. Apparently our fences were taken down due to being on the county's property. So, people could go into your backyard and steal anything, there was nothing but walls of wood protecting your patio.