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A continuation of sorts (Note: My grandma lived in a very small town, in a sizable building that used to be a rural hospital of sorts. A lot of actually spooky shit happened along other un-spooky stories. I'll see if my mom has any pictures of the place):
My grandma's neighbor was a strange man that had a nickname that loosely translated from spanish to Cocksucker. This man's house was an empty lot with what little remained of the facade of a house in front , a couch and a piece of wood to protect him from the sun. Both my grandma and his other neighbour frequently burnt trash in front of his house, because there was this space between the actual entrance to his house and where the lot began. He frequently exposed himself to my aunts and threw rocks at my uncles (7 aunts, 7 uncles. My mom is no.7) . One day, in the middle of the night, my uncles heard someone making their chickens uneasy, so they go outside and see good ole Cocksucker dousing a chicken in gas, to promptly light it on fire. He screamed gibberish, put the chicken on the floor (it quickly slammed itself against a wall and dropped dead), and quickly ran away. Later , my uncles went looking for him (they were sort of pissed he killed one of their animals for no raeson), but found no one. They came in (Cocksucker's house had no doors) , and saw all the walls had the sentence "THE 24TH WILL BE UGLY" (or something like that) sprayed in in big, black letters. Now , this sentence comes from a old-ass story from when the town was even more rural, in which a newborn baby, just as he came out of the womb, said "The 24th will be ugly" and inmediately died. Ever since that happened, nobody's seen Cocksucker again, and nobody's ever come into his house again. Who knows, maybe September will see the return of Cocksucker to his home.