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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Two

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This story is part 2 of 6 in the The Story of Her Holding an Orange series.

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Before you read my girlfriend’s side of the story, you may want to read my first post that also contains last night’s unfortunate update. Here is the update copy/pasted:

Okay guys, I realize I am a bit late with my girlfriend’s story, but when you read my latest update, you’ll see that I was quite consumed with what was happening to us. Nothing happened since the incident last night. Police called to check in with us this morning; they still have no clue what is going on really.

So her story… Let me begin by telling you a bit about us. As I said before, I was born in Bosnia, moved to a nearby country in Balkans where I grew up. I came to the US over 6 years ago. My girlfriend was born in India, grew up in Kenya until she was 3, when she moved to Canada. I met her little over a year ago, and we’ve been together since.

So, my girl, let’s call her Lila, did have few encounters with Rose. First one that she remembers was on the plane. She was a flight attendant for Air Canada for several years. One day, about 6 years ago, she was flying her regular flight, but she can’t remember what destination it was. It lasted maybe two hours. Once they took off and seat-belt signs went away, she got up to serve complimentary drinks. Halfway through her section, she met Rose. She didn’t know it at the time, of course. She said that something was terribly off about the woman; she had this creepy grin on her face, was really pale and kept staring at her. When Lila offered her a drink and some snacks, she got no answer, only a wider and creepier fucking smile. Then, Rose spoke.

“I have something for you.” She said in a voice that definitely wasn’t natural for a woman her age. Her voice belonged more to a teenager than an adult. There was something playful but terrifying in it.

Now, Lila has seen some shit while flying, so she wasn’t taken back by this interaction.

“Yea? What would that be, ma’am?”

“Don’t patronize me, you bitch.” She said that fast. Like really fast. Her jaw was closed while saying that. Then she started grinding her teeth, never letting go of that fucking smile. This was a red flag for Lila. When passengers get aggressive, attendants walk away unless there is physical contact.

“Alright, well, you have a pleasant rest of the flight ma’am, okay?”

“I have this for you.” She whispered it holding taking an orange from behind her back. Never moving a muscle on her face. Still a teenage voice. Like when a 12 year old hits puberty kind of voice.

“No, thanks.” Lila decided to call it a day with the crazy cunt and walk away.

“Oh, but you should. Or one day, you know, one day.”

And that’s that. Lila gave her the fuck off look and walked away. Lady never bothered her again during that flight. During that flight.

Lila went home few days later and didn’t think much of what had happened. When her mom asked her how her flight was, Lila smiled and said “Good, other than one really crazy lady.” Mom wanted to hear more, so Lila started telling her about what happened. By the time she said the word “orange”, her mom started crying. Lila was in shock. It was story time. Well, apparently, when my girlfriend was a baby in Kenya, she had woken her parents up a few times with loud crying. When they’d walk into her room, she’d have an orange next to her in her crib. Everything in the house would be locked though. Windows, doors, everything. It got to the point where her parents moved the crib into their room and installed security cameras. Well, on Lila’s third birthday, that morning, when they woke up, they saw an orange laying on Lila’s chest. They were absolutely taken over by horror. They called the police; police came and looked over the camera footage. Cameras clearly showed a woman opening the front door (that was locked), walking into their room, placing an orange on Lila and just standing there. For like an hour. Just standing there, with her head tilted to the left, looking at her. By this point, it is unnecessary to say that Lila was completely horrified. Her mom wasn’t doing much better either. Anyways, to keep the story going, her parents didn’t know what to do. Police couldn’t find the mysterious woman, and no security measure (other than 24/7 bodyguards which they couldn’t afford) was enough. Some of their family was already in Canada and were pressuring them to move, so this incident was a final push. They moved and left this creature with an orange behind. Until that day, on that flight.

Lila was completely unable to do anything for the next few days after that conversation. She didn’t eat much, didn’t communicate with anyone. After a while, she got better. There was no sign of further horror, so she started believing it was all a fucked up coincidence. And she went on with her life. She hasn’t seen Rose in years after that. Last time she encountered Rose was one month before she (Lila) met me.

Lila did many transatlantic flights. She loved those. Long travels, decent money, seeing the world. She had it all. One month before we met, she was coming back from a Hong Kong trip. She flew to Toronto I believe (she’s asleep, and I don’t remember exactly, I believe it was Toronto though). Crew had a nice hotel, everyone had their own room. Lila was on the third floor. She loved drinking at that time, and got pretty drunk that night. She passed out at about 1:00 am. At around 4am, she heard a knock on the door. Then another one, and then another one. But they weren’t loud or fast knocks. No, they were slow and silent, yet loud enough to wake her drunk ass up. She rolled out of bed thinking it was one of her equally drunk crew members. Not thinking much, she opened the door and there she stood. Lila said that lights in her room were off, but TV was on. Light from the screen was shinning on Rose’s face. Shining on the grin. Shinning on the pearly white teeth, bright red lipstick and a white face paired up with tilted head. You know how when you’re drunk and some scary shit (accident, cops, etc.) happens and you sober the fuck up immediately? Yea. She just let out this helpless sound of horror. They both stood there. Rose started rocking back and forth. Every time she’d rock back, she’d reveal red shoes hidden underneath her white dress. Her teeth were grinding. Then she pulled out an orange.

“Wh…what do you want from me?” Lila begged.

Rose kept rocking with a smile.

“Please, just leave me alone. I don’t have anything.”

“You take it. You take it now. He will too.” She said that with that same teenager voice, only a little more playful tone was used this time. Like a happy-ish child.

Don’t know if it was her defense mechanism activating, but Lila took the fucking orange and threw it over Rose’s head and screamed “Get the fuck out of here, and take this shit with you, you freak!”

That was the first time either of us saw Rose lose her smile. White teeth disappeared underneath the thick red lips. Head went back from a gentle tilt into its natural position.

“I will see you two soon.” She said it in adult voice. And this voice was scarier than the teenager one. Lila says its because it sounded real. Like a conscious, normal person making a threat. Of course, at that time Lila didn’t know me and had no idea who “you two” were. She assumed it’d be her mom.

That brings us to today. Yea. If you read the update from my previous story, you saw that our room was broken into by Rose (logical assumption). Pictures of the break-in were taken before police came. They will be up on here today. Some stuff in our room was moved around. We are scared as fuck, clueless as to what’s going on. I will be skyping with my mom soon to see if she has any answers. Lila will talk to her mom as well.

I am personally just shocked at these developments. I never believed anything like this was even possible. Quite honestly, if one of you wrote this story here, I wouldn’t believe shit you said. And I cant blame you if you don’t believe me. But if you have any idea about what this might be, I’m all ears. I assume it’s some sort of a cult, but the only thing that fucks with my head is the fact that Rose knew my girlfriend before I did. Everything so far could’ve been explained in a logical way, but this took it to a super-fucking-natural level. Were they putting an effort into getting us together? How’d they do that? And more importantly, why? For what possible benefit? Fuck this man, fuck this.

Credit To – Milos Bogetic

NOTE: This is the second in a series of several popular Reddit posts documenting some seriously creepy experiences. We are publishing them here with express permission of Milos Bogetic aka inaaace, the original poster. The story is in multiple parts, and will be published completely over the next few days – much like what I did with the ‘Bedtime’ series earlier this year. After the stories have all gone up, I’ll edit each post with links to the other parts.

The OP has finished the book that he promised during his successful kickstarter project.

You can find the paperback and Kindle e-book versions here: The Story of Her Holding an Orange by Milos Bogetic  – full disclosure: our referral link is included.

I know that this will not be new material for all of you, but for those of you who – like myself – don’t use Reddit, I wanted to post it so that you guys could enjoy it as much as I did after having it brought to my attention. Thanks again to Milos for letting me post it, and enjoy!

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  4. Okay… which means you’ve awaken your third eye already since when u were born… you know the effects of having a third eye right? or maybe its a demon… im not sure but that girl might be a ghost who actually passed on an accident over a year ago before lila’s born.

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  5. It could be a demon….most people don’t see them….but u can summon them and of u do ur part than u can order them to haunt Simone’s life forever.:.. Understand?

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  9. cool story bro. But now I’m not gonna sleep tonite. P.s peeps, don’t hate that’s messed up. And. Ain’t nobody got time for that either

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  11. Man, even drunk that would make me shit myself. Although i would have done a lot worse to that woman if she showed up at my door like that.(“Worse” most likely involves a lamp, a bat, or other objects that would cause blunt force trauma)

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  13. Ok. This story (false or not) is creepy as all get out. I can just picture what this woman looks like. Very descriptive.

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  17. well, on the brightside.. i think you’ve found the perfect woman, seriously though… i think you may have a lead on with this occult thing. Perhaps your parents or ancestors were part of some weird deal and this is being taken out on you two? idk, i can tell you that in occult, paganism and such things, oranges represent the sun(i’m weird and kinda study this stuff a little) i don’t quite see where the sun would be involved in this but it might have some sort of deep relevancy. just remember there are many things in this world we do not understand and perhaps some we are not meant to. At least you and your girl have not suffered any physical damage from this “witch”, good luck

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  18. I am not sure but i believe rose thinks you and your gf are soulmates with some kind of destiny. to go to a supernatural place. i have seen a meme about a manequin lady who arrived in a hospital claiming she was god. She may have some resemblance to rose. i will post the meme to my dropbox and post a link to it in a few seconds

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  19. Obviously fake because the writer says “This is the first time either of us has seen her (Rose) lose her grin.” or blazay blah, but she didn’t even meet him (her boyfriend)yet and she was alone and drunk am I wrong?

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  20. I seriously stopped looking at my window cause of this. But things like this doesn’t really happen to me. This thing sounds more like a demon or witch to me.

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  21. my cousine experianced an old lady pale and old white and worn of clothes. she ran for my cousine and tried to kill her befor her brother came in and than she disapeard i realy hope u read this coment bikuse i whold like to talk to you bikuse i think i know what the lady whants. Bosna ftw

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  22. the exact same thing is happening to me
    i half expect to turn my head right now and see her staring at me with that god damn orange

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  23. i dont think your crazy man but for some reason i kinda wanted to pull a joke on you like my name rose email [email protected] and the comment have somthing for you an orange but that be just down right cruel and thats not the person i am i still belive you though

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  25. Hello, I believe I have an answer to what she wants. The orange is the fruit of pain. Many satanic cults wear orange and yellow. Did you do any family trees on both families. Do you have any history in the religion of Satanism? If so, she may want revenge for former family members. You also mentioned that your girlfriend lived in Kenya. They are very religious. It is possible there may be a connection between the souls. Please answer back. I have done some research. I may have other answers too.

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  27. So he’s Bosnian… my guess was close :D (I thought he was from Serbia, because I can honestly imagine someone living here using the same language and same grammatical errors)
    Anyway, I guess it’s kind of easy to tell where a person is from by what they mention in their story, the grammar that they use, and the overall language (how much they swear, etc.)
    In my head, every time he swore, I translated it to Serbian to see how it would sound… ” She held a fucking orange.” “Drzala je jebenu narandzu” xD
    Good idea for a story, though. I personally don’t believe it, but I guess it has to be pretty awesome to have gained this much attention! Good luck!!

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  28. I am so horrified reading this. Mostly because I’ve been through paranormal experiences before, or whatever they were… I like to be a little skeptical. What has me driving mad is how you say this part of the story took place in Toronto? I’m from Niagara Falls…that’s only like an hour and a half away. This is one of the only horror stories in the world that had me scared out of my mind. I can’t imagine someone like Rose being so close to where I live. I didn’t think something like this could happen to people around here.

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  29. You inserted yourself in the story suddenly- Lila was alone, and then you say “It was the first time we had ever seen her lose her smile”. It confused me and created a break in the story. I give this a 7.

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