Never Ever Surrender Part 1

It all began the semester we graduated from BYU-Idaho. This was in July of 2008. Well I technically was not officially graduated because I had to finish my internship. I had been trying for the past two semesters to do my internship and just could not find anyone to take me on. We decided to move to South Dakota so that I could do an internship and begin my Masters in Professional Accountancy. My sister lived there and she was going to help out with watching Keilee while I went to school, did my internship, and Tom was going to work as well. Before we moved there we thought this was the perfect time for Tom to get a really good job while I went through my masters. This would give us an opportunity to make some money and save what we could. We kept trying and after a month we still did not have a job. Tom finally was able to get in with the Walmart pharmacy. I was able to do my internship with a company that my brother-in-law was working for. Thank heavens for such a thing. I was beginning to think I was not going to be able to finish my internship.

Through that whole time Tom was only making $9 (full-time) and I was making $10 (part-time). Our rent was $400, our utilities came out to be $300-$400 because the house had problems keeping the cold in or out depending on the season. Before we were even able to move into the house we had to kilz the entire place because it stunk so bad of smoke that I killed over a couple times…haha…no but close! On top of that we had to shampoo the carpets once a week to keep the smoke smell from becoming apparent. To make things worse, we felt like someone was watching the house. Seriously, I had the creepiest feeling ever like if I opened up the front door someone would be standing there gazing straight though me feeling. I don’t know what it was, but it was creepy hands down. That feeling could probably explain the basement a little. When we went down there, there were TONS of candles all around the room and a random chair in the middle. Can you say eerie? Oh and another thing I almost forgot, when we got into the house our landlord said that the trash had been paid up till the end of December so we were like okay that is awesome. The next thing I knew we were receiving a trash bill. Funny thing is, it was addressed to me. If our landlord would of set this up he would of given them Tom’s name because he always asked for Tom and never wanted to talk to me…haha! So here is my conclusion. These people went through our mail to determine who to bill the trash to. Funny thing is they came around at weird times, sometimes at night to “pick up trash.” So either we found our creepy stalkers or they were totally legit.
To Be Continued…