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A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Anonymous.
()
Date: December 25, 2011 10:24PM
A Suicide Note: 1964
As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have
introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once
I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I
awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear
of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William
and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I
have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are
hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His
voice (unintelligible text).
A Mariner’s Log: 1691
He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took
everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the
request of the Rake.
From a Witness: 2006
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my
family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of
driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom.
I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I
appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me,
he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee
almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the
strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there
was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s
body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or
something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more
concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption
that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position,
occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and
then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it
was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent
for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just
looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into
the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my
children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see
it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked
directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my
daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our
daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life.
She said “he is the Rake”.
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to
the hospital. He did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at
first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story
was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house.
After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually
located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact
and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York
who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and
writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be
accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One
journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never
mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only
that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a
series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being
spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited
any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every
night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling
around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was
quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording
at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day.)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I
found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to
even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is
that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in
front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some
reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my
room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have
introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once
I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I
awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear
of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William
and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I
have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are
hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His
voice (unintelligible text).
A Mariner’s Log: 1691
He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took
everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the
request of the Rake.
From a Witness: 2006
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my
family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of
driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom.
I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I
appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me,
he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee
almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the
strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there
was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s
body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or
something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more
concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption
that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position,
occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and
then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it
was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent
for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just
looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into
the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my
children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see
it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked
directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my
daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our
daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life.
She said “he is the Rake”.
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to
the hospital. He did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at
first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story
was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house.
After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually
located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact
and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York
who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and
writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be
accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One
journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never
mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only
that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a
series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being
spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited
any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every
night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling
around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was
quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording
at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day.)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I
found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to
even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is
that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in
front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some
reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my
room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: December 25, 2011 10:33PM
Anonymous. Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> A Suicide Note: 1964
>
> As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary
> to assuage any guilt or pain I have
> introduced through this act. It is not the fault
> of anyone other than him. For once
> I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke
> and saw his form. Once again I
> awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his
> eyes. I cannot sleep without fear
> of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot
> ever wake. Goodbye.
>
> Found in the same wooden box were two empty
> envelopes addressed to William
> and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no
> envelope:
>
> ‘Dearest Linnie,
> I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
>
>
> A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
>
> I have experience the greatest terror. I have
> experienced the greatest terror. I
> have experienced the greatest terror. I see his
> eyes when I close mine. They are
> hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet
> hand. I will not sleep. His
> voice (unintelligible text).
>
>
> A Mariner’s Log: 1691
>
> He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed
> I felt a sensation. He took
> everything. We must return to England. We shall
> not return here again at the
> request of the Rake.
>
>
> From a Witness: 2006
>
> Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip
> from Niagara Falls with my
> family for the 4th of July. We were all very
> exhausted after a long day of
> driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to
> bed and called it a night.
>
> At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had
> gotten up to use the restroom.
> I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only
> to wake him in the process. I
> appologized and told him I though he got out of
> bed. When he turned to face me,
> he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of
> the bed so quickly his knee
> almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed
> me and said nothing.
>
> After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I
> was able to see what caused the
> strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting
> and facing away from us, there
> was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large
> hairless dog of some sort. It’s
> body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if
> it had been hit by a car or
> something. For some reason, I was not instantly
> frightened by it, but more
> concerned as to its condition. At this point I was
> somewhat under the assumption
> that we were supposed to help him.
>
> My husband was peering over his arm and knee,
> tucked into the fetal position,
> occasionally glancing at me before returning to
> the creature.
>
> In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled
> around the side of the bed, and
> then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion
> right along the bed until it
> was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The
> creature was completely silent
> for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it
> just seemed like a while) just
> looking at my husband. The creature then placed
> its hand on his knee and ran into
> the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
>
> I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning
> to stop him before he hurt my
> children. When I got to the hallway, the light
> from the bedroom was enough to see
> it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away.
> He turned around and looked
> directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the
> switch on the wall and saw my
> daughter Clara.
>
> The creature ran down the stairs while my husband
> and I rushed to help our
> daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke
> only once more in her short life.
> She said “he is the Rake”.
>
> My husband drove his car into a lake that night,
> while rushing our daughter to
> the hospital. He did not survive.
>
> Being a small town, news got around pretty
> quickly. The police were helpful at
> first, and the local newspaper took a lot of
> interest as well. However, the story
> was never published and the local television news
> never followed up either.
>
> For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in
> a hotel near my parent’s house.
> After we decided to return home, I began looking
> for answers myself. I eventually
> located a man in the next town over who had a
> similar story. We got in contact
> and began talking about our experiences. He knew
> of two other people in New York
> who had seen the creature we now referred to as
> the Rake.
>
> It took the four of us about two solid years of
> hunting on the internet and
> writing letters to come up with a small collection
> of what we believe to be
> accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any
> details, history or follow up. One
> journal had an entry involving the creature in its
> first 3 pages, and never
> mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained
> nothing of the encounter, saying only
> that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was
> the last entry in the log.
>
> There were, however, many instances where the
> creature’s visit was one of a
> series of visits with the same person. Multiple
> people also mentioned being
> spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to
> wonder if the Rake had visited
> any of us before our last encounter.
>
> I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left
> it running all night, every
> night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan
> through the sounds of me rolling
> around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the
> end of the second week, I was
> quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while
> blurring through the recording
> at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took
> almost an hour every day.)
>
> On the first day of the third week, I thought I
> heard something different. What I
> found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I
> can’t listen to it long enough to
> even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let
> anyone listen to it yet. All I know is
> that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe
> that it spoke when it was sitting in
> front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing
> anything at the time, but for some
> reason, the voice on the recorder immediately
> brings me back to that moment.
>
> The thoughts that must have gone through my
> daughter’s head make me very upset.
>
> I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life,
> but I know that he has been in my
> room while I slept. I know and fear that one night
> I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
TL;DR
Blessed are the murderous.
-------------------------------------------------------
> A Suicide Note: 1964
>
> As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary
> to assuage any guilt or pain I have
> introduced through this act. It is not the fault
> of anyone other than him. For once
> I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke
> and saw his form. Once again I
> awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his
> eyes. I cannot sleep without fear
> of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot
> ever wake. Goodbye.
>
> Found in the same wooden box were two empty
> envelopes addressed to William
> and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no
> envelope:
>
> ‘Dearest Linnie,
> I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
>
>
> A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
>
> I have experience the greatest terror. I have
> experienced the greatest terror. I
> have experienced the greatest terror. I see his
> eyes when I close mine. They are
> hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet
> hand. I will not sleep. His
> voice (unintelligible text).
>
>
> A Mariner’s Log: 1691
>
> He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed
> I felt a sensation. He took
> everything. We must return to England. We shall
> not return here again at the
> request of the Rake.
>
>
> From a Witness: 2006
>
> Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip
> from Niagara Falls with my
> family for the 4th of July. We were all very
> exhausted after a long day of
> driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to
> bed and called it a night.
>
> At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had
> gotten up to use the restroom.
> I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only
> to wake him in the process. I
> appologized and told him I though he got out of
> bed. When he turned to face me,
> he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of
> the bed so quickly his knee
> almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed
> me and said nothing.
>
> After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I
> was able to see what caused the
> strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting
> and facing away from us, there
> was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large
> hairless dog of some sort. It’s
> body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if
> it had been hit by a car or
> something. For some reason, I was not instantly
> frightened by it, but more
> concerned as to its condition. At this point I was
> somewhat under the assumption
> that we were supposed to help him.
>
> My husband was peering over his arm and knee,
> tucked into the fetal position,
> occasionally glancing at me before returning to
> the creature.
>
> In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled
> around the side of the bed, and
> then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion
> right along the bed until it
> was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The
> creature was completely silent
> for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it
> just seemed like a while) just
> looking at my husband. The creature then placed
> its hand on his knee and ran into
> the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
>
> I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning
> to stop him before he hurt my
> children. When I got to the hallway, the light
> from the bedroom was enough to see
> it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away.
> He turned around and looked
> directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the
> switch on the wall and saw my
> daughter Clara.
>
> The creature ran down the stairs while my husband
> and I rushed to help our
> daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke
> only once more in her short life.
> She said “he is the Rake”.
>
> My husband drove his car into a lake that night,
> while rushing our daughter to
> the hospital. He did not survive.
>
> Being a small town, news got around pretty
> quickly. The police were helpful at
> first, and the local newspaper took a lot of
> interest as well. However, the story
> was never published and the local television news
> never followed up either.
>
> For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in
> a hotel near my parent’s house.
> After we decided to return home, I began looking
> for answers myself. I eventually
> located a man in the next town over who had a
> similar story. We got in contact
> and began talking about our experiences. He knew
> of two other people in New York
> who had seen the creature we now referred to as
> the Rake.
>
> It took the four of us about two solid years of
> hunting on the internet and
> writing letters to come up with a small collection
> of what we believe to be
> accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any
> details, history or follow up. One
> journal had an entry involving the creature in its
> first 3 pages, and never
> mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained
> nothing of the encounter, saying only
> that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was
> the last entry in the log.
>
> There were, however, many instances where the
> creature’s visit was one of a
> series of visits with the same person. Multiple
> people also mentioned being
> spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to
> wonder if the Rake had visited
> any of us before our last encounter.
>
> I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left
> it running all night, every
> night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan
> through the sounds of me rolling
> around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the
> end of the second week, I was
> quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while
> blurring through the recording
> at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took
> almost an hour every day.)
>
> On the first day of the third week, I thought I
> heard something different. What I
> found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I
> can’t listen to it long enough to
> even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let
> anyone listen to it yet. All I know is
> that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe
> that it spoke when it was sitting in
> front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing
> anything at the time, but for some
> reason, the voice on the recorder immediately
> brings me back to that moment.
>
> The thoughts that must have gone through my
> daughter’s head make me very upset.
>
> I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life,
> but I know that he has been in my
> room while I slept. I know and fear that one night
> I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
TL;DR
Blessed are the murderous.
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Jorge.
()
Date: December 25, 2011 10:57PM
That was... terrifying.
I doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to sleep again?
I doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to sleep again?
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
kenny f8ckin' powers
()
Date: December 26, 2011 09:46AM
sh8t instead of killing myself i nearly died of f8ckin' boredom trying to get thru all that
I'm kenny f8ckin' powers
I'm kenny f8ckin' powers
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Warhawk
()
Date: December 26, 2011 10:42AM
Big fucking deal. I see the rake every time I go into my garage.
__________________________________
That's not a ladybug, that's a cannapiller.
Attachments:
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That's not a ladybug, that's a cannapiller.
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Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Ellen Schmoler
()
Date: December 26, 2011 10:59AM
I wish I hadn't read that.....................
I'm really, really scared right now, and it's broad daylight!
What will I do when the sun sets???
I'm really, really scared right now, and it's broad daylight!
What will I do when the sun sets???
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
The Rake
()
Date: December 26, 2011 11:02AM
Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality.
But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but
not as brightly lit... a darkside.
The darkside is always there waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us.
Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but
not as brightly lit... a darkside.
The darkside is always there waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us.
Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Harry Tuttle
()
Date: December 26, 2011 03:53PM
The Rake Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes
> to be reality.
>
> But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a
> place that is just as real, but
> not as brightly lit... a darkside.
>
> The darkside is always there waiting for us to
> enter, waiting to enter us.
>
> Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
LOL!
Signatures are for fags
-------------------------------------------------------
> Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes
> to be reality.
>
> But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a
> place that is just as real, but
> not as brightly lit... a darkside.
>
> The darkside is always there waiting for us to
> enter, waiting to enter us.
>
> Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
LOL!
Signatures are for fags
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
The Darkside
()
Date: February 26, 2015 06:30AM
Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality.
But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but
not as brightly lit... a darkside.
The darkside is always there waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us.
Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
But there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but
not as brightly lit... a darkside.
The darkside is always there waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us.
Until I see you again, try to enjoy the daylight
Re: A Suicide Note
Posted by:
Paul James
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Date: February 26, 2015 07:35AM
I have met Rake many times, usually in the fall after the leaves have fallen out in my yard. I hang out with his brother Shovel much more, Shovel and I like to garden and grow vegetables together. Shovel and Rake don't come out much during the winter but their cousin Snowshovel has stopped by frequently this year. I don't allow any of them in the house, although they are nice, they are usually very dirty so we only socialize outside. If you would like to contact them, send me a note, they usually hangout in my shed.
Regards
Paul James
Regards
Paul James
Re: A Suicide Note
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Date: February 26, 2015 07:42AM
Paul James Wrote:
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> I have met Rake many times, usually in the fall
> after the leaves have fallen out in my yard. I
> hang out with his brother Shovel much more, Shovel
> and I like to garden and grow vegetables together.
> Shovel and Rake don't come out much during the
> winter but their cousin Snowshovel has stopped by
> frequently this year. I don't allow any of them in
> the house, although they are nice, they are
> usually very dirty so we only socialize outside.
> If you would like to contact them, send me a note,
> they usually hangout in my shed.
>
>
> Regards
> Paul James
Would your rake and shovel like some company? I've had falling out with mine and would like to evict them. With the right home, I feel they could earn their keep.
Thank you,
Ex-Landscaper
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> I have met Rake many times, usually in the fall
> after the leaves have fallen out in my yard. I
> hang out with his brother Shovel much more, Shovel
> and I like to garden and grow vegetables together.
> Shovel and Rake don't come out much during the
> winter but their cousin Snowshovel has stopped by
> frequently this year. I don't allow any of them in
> the house, although they are nice, they are
> usually very dirty so we only socialize outside.
> If you would like to contact them, send me a note,
> they usually hangout in my shed.
>
>
> Regards
> Paul James
Would your rake and shovel like some company? I've had falling out with mine and would like to evict them. With the right home, I feel they could earn their keep.
Thank you,
Ex-Landscaper