This blog post is going to be a bit different. After watching Stranger Things, my friend and I started discussing scary movies from our childhood. I couldn’t help but remember a very specific strange thing that happened to me growing up. I thought, hey, this would be a kinda weird blog post. So here it is. The events following are factual. It was a hot, dry summer in July of 1995 in Phoenix, Arizona. We were getting our house repainted. For those of you unfamiliar with the dry summers in Ar...
