Oh-Kay back to the creepy stuff XD

(^ referring to the moving cup story)

Well, this one is personal and on a much deeper family level then my other one.

So, when I was about 5 (The time I got to make things) I was obsessed with the name "Mary".

I pictured "Mary" as a baby in a white, olden time baby gown in a cradle, although I never thought of how she grew up to be.

I hated my name (Due to the insults but that's a story for another time) and kept asking my Mum "Can I change my name?"

She replied with; "Sure when your older. What do you want to change it to?" And I replied "Mary."

The conversation ended there and I never heard my Mum say the name until years after.

Now, before we continue, you guys might be laughing if you've seen my oc's.

Yes, I prefer the name "Lina" but that was after being frightened about the name I liked so much. The reason why I'm bringing it up now is because I thought of changing some of my oc's names, my instant thought was Mary but I shut the idea down immediately.

So, when I was born, I had a problem with my ambilecal cord (I can't spell the name, its the coed pumping in air and food when the baby's in the woom.)

What had happened was the cord wrapped around my stomach, and around my neck.

As I was coming out they had to cut it, 5 more minutes of pushing without doing so and I would have died.

Luckily, I managed to get off of death's door with only a giant, brown spot on my back where it was wrapped around.

Now, I complained to Mum about how scary my birthday was; Considering I could have died exactly <Insert number of years> ago.

Thats when she told me about Mary.

This was the last time she said the name, although its most likely coincidental its still slightly scary.

Two generations before me there was a child who was going to be named Mary.

She would of been, except she died the exact same way I could've died; Choking on the ambelical cord and at the time she was born the only thing the nurse could do was sit back and watch her die.

Ok, I may have dramatized that abit (Well, just put it in the worst way possible) but the point still remains.

Ever since that story I've come up with the theory that the girl I named Mary was the girl that died before me if she was able to live.

It still freaks me out, I've talked about Mary (A.K.A. mentioned) to my Mum once but she stopped the conversation from heading further with a simple nod and not replying.

Of course, the previous topic was unsettling regardless so that might've just been the feather that made the elephant fall but still.

If your wondering why I'm writing this, its because I made this book so that I can update it with stories I have or just notes to the readers that enjoy my writing instead of just one of two of my books (Not many, as I've seen)

So, there you have it. I'm mostly excited if you guys have any theories (Or guy, there's only one commenter here ^^')

Well, let's end this with something nice

(Do not ask questions on why I need this in my gallery.)