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Originally Posted By Ciraxis: you guys ever have weird dreams when you have a high fever? I was really sick this week and had a dream that I was trapped in a metal box, but it wasn't smooth, the sides were made out of thousands of pistols of all sizes and they were all moving and working at various speeds. I'd wake up, delusional from the fever then fall back asleep, still be trapped in the evil pistol box then wake up. This went on for the whole night. it sucked bad View Quote When I was 9 I had a "night terror" episode induced by a high fever. All I can remember from the dream is that my number had come up (?) and that my mind was going to spend eternity, alone, no body, locked in a black box, with no sensory inputs, no sense of touch, sight, or sound...absolutely nothing, alone, forever. It was the most frightening experience of my entire life. To this day, when I think about it, it still gives me that feeling of absolute hopelessness and despair. (edit: Sorry for the off topic...but Ciraxis's post reminded me of it) |
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Originally Posted By Qweevox:
When I was 9 I had a "night terror" episode induced by a high fever. All I can remember from the dream is that my number had come up (?) and that my mind was going to spend eternity, alone, no body, locked in a black box, with no sensory inputs, no sense of touch, sight, or sound...absolutely nothing, alone, forever. It was the most frightening experience of my entire life. To this day, when I think about it, it still gives me that feeling of absolute hopelessness and despair. (edit: Sorry for the off topic...but Ciraxis's post reminded me of it) View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By Qweevox:
Originally Posted By Ciraxis:
you guys ever have weird dreams when you have a high fever? I was really sick this week and had a dream that I was trapped in a metal box, but it wasn't smooth, the sides were made out of thousands of pistols of all sizes and they were all moving and working at various speeds. I'd wake up, delusional from the fever then fall back asleep, still be trapped in the evil pistol box then wake up. This went on for the whole night. it sucked bad When I was 9 I had a "night terror" episode induced by a high fever. All I can remember from the dream is that my number had come up (?) and that my mind was going to spend eternity, alone, no body, locked in a black box, with no sensory inputs, no sense of touch, sight, or sound...absolutely nothing, alone, forever. It was the most frightening experience of my entire life. To this day, when I think about it, it still gives me that feeling of absolute hopelessness and despair. (edit: Sorry for the off topic...but Ciraxis's post reminded me of it) it weird what you dream when your body is trying to fight off a virus/infection |
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I rarely remember my dreams, and can't recall the last time I had a fever.
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Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
I rarely remember my dreams, and can't recall the last time I had a fever. I recently read that drinking apple juice before you go to sleep will give you lucid dreams. Need to go buy some apple juice. View Quote Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). |
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Originally Posted By slappynuts:
So there is an old historical house about 2 miles from where I currently live. I have lived in this town all of my life and have only heard a few stories about this house. 2 story ranch house, with the porch on the front of the house, top and bottom floor. I remember asking my aunt a LONG time ago when i was a kid, if she knew anyone that ever lived in the house. It was right across the street from the public pool and was the only thing around back then. She acted pretty jumpy after the question and said she didn't want to tell me because i wasn't old enough to hear it. I begged and begged and got her to finally spill the beans. She said back in the day her best friend lived there. She had gone over to stay the night when she was around 15 years old. Everything was good until it was time to go to bed. They had made a pallet downstairs in the living room, because her friend told her it was hard to sleep upstairs. She figured since it was cold there wasn't enough heat or something. Right as she was drifting off a huge thump on the hardwood floor came from upstairs right above their heads. Then 10 minutes of what she said sounded just like chains dragging across the floor. She said that she almost pissed her jammies. She woke her friend and told her to listen. The girl replied, "oh ya, that just the mean old ghosts that live with us". "Why do you think we don't go up there?" My aunt immediately called my grandmother to come pick her up. She waited on the street. Fast forward to 4 years ago. I got a call from a lady that needed her porch leveled. I got the address and guess which house it is. My aunt's story was the first thing that entered my mind. The woman met me outside and I looked at the porch and told her i would be in touch. A week later I won the bid and showed up to start the work. Had 4 of my guys with me and finished around 6pm. I knocked on the door tell let her check out the work. She invited me in. The second i stepped through the door i felt like 500lbs was on my shoulders. Right when you walk in there is a dirt floor that you step down into, with a very small staircase directly in front of you at the back of the enrty. The staircase had all kinds of boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling making it impossible to get up the stairs. It was also the only set in the house to get up there. I asked her how they got up there. Her "Oh honey, you don't want to go up there." Me " ahhhh why not?". "There are other entities living up there, and they prefer not to be bothered." I almost puked right there in front of her. I quickly finished the conversation and stepped outside. We finished loading everything (quickly) and i had turned to take a picture of the porch. When I pointed the camera at the porch as I was putting it to my eye, I caught the upstairs window curtain open and close VERY SLOWLY. One of my guys said, "dude the old lady is checkin us out hahahaha." To which I said, " She can't get up there, no one can." We got the fuck out of there, and till this day I will not drive down that road in front of that house. Period. I will try to find a picture of the house and add to the post for extra creepiness. http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/8C544843-7215-4036-BDFC-50EA24AA3F12-9074-0000074F54EB13A4_zpsd349748f.jpg http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/4FC88543-AC61-41F2-B762-E4FBDD0632D4-9074-0000074F5FA32648_zps3e3dd8be.jpg View Quote That is awesome. What town is this? |
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After reading 44 pages of ghoulish and creepy stuff, it's close to Halloween and can't we have more excitement?
Something like the guys being chased in the jeep at speeds up to forty MPH by a red eyed demon, that paces them and let's them go. Why didn't the demon reach in, pop the driver's eyeballs out, wreck them and eat them leaving knawed body parts all over the highway for the next passerbys to find... Then eat them too. Or the ghosts living in the attic, making noises to disturb the occupants, turning on lights, peeping out windows, slamming doors... Why not catch the occupants one at a time and torture them, and cut them up in small pieces and freeze them in Mylar bags? Then scatter parts of the bodies in the nearby grocery store in the meat dept? These ghosts and gobblins are slackers compared to what the FSA does on a Saturday night in Chicago Detroit Newark Oakland! Let's get some body counts go'in or there's nuthin to be scary abt this. All you have to remember, is when you see a monster peeking in the window at you, just go out, say "Hi" and offer it a beer. Or when you're being chased on your ATV, pull over, let the Creepy whateveritis catch up, and ask it to hop on and ride with you. Nuthin's going to happen anyhow's... [Unless the chipracobra has Jeffery Dalmer tattooed on its arm] It's Halloween almost, let's hear some real tales... Hell the Narcoista's south of the border put these spooks to shame... |
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Originally Posted By 6winchester2:
Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By 6winchester2:
Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
I rarely remember my dreams, and can't recall the last time I had a fever. I recently read that drinking apple juice before you go to sleep will give you lucid dreams. Need to go buy some apple juice. Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). It would do the same to me, too. But I'd be willing to make the sacrifice, for lucid dreams. (We have an awesome cider mill nearby. Great cider, and they make fresh doughnuts and candy apples. But they're only open seasonally this time of year.) |
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Originally Posted By 57fairlane:
That is awesome. What town is this? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By 57fairlane:
Originally Posted By slappynuts:
So there is an old historical house about 2 miles from where I currently live. I have lived in this town all of my life and have only heard a few stories about this house. 2 story ranch house, with the porch on the front of the house, top and bottom floor. I remember asking my aunt a LONG time ago when i was a kid, if she knew anyone that ever lived in the house. It was right across the street from the public pool and was the only thing around back then. She acted pretty jumpy after the question and said she didn't want to tell me because i wasn't old enough to hear it. I begged and begged and got her to finally spill the beans. She said back in the day her best friend lived there. She had gone over to stay the night when she was around 15 years old. Everything was good until it was time to go to bed. They had made a pallet downstairs in the living room, because her friend told her it was hard to sleep upstairs. She figured since it was cold there wasn't enough heat or something. Right as she was drifting off a huge thump on the hardwood floor came from upstairs right above their heads. Then 10 minutes of what she said sounded just like chains dragging across the floor. She said that she almost pissed her jammies. She woke her friend and told her to listen. The girl replied, "oh ya, that just the mean old ghosts that live with us". "Why do you think we don't go up there?" My aunt immediately called my grandmother to come pick her up. She waited on the street. Fast forward to 4 years ago. I got a call from a lady that needed her porch leveled. I got the address and guess which house it is. My aunt's story was the first thing that entered my mind. The woman met me outside and I looked at the porch and told her i would be in touch. A week later I won the bid and showed up to start the work. Had 4 of my guys with me and finished around 6pm. I knocked on the door tell let her check out the work. She invited me in. The second i stepped through the door i felt like 500lbs was on my shoulders. Right when you walk in there is a dirt floor that you step down into, with a very small staircase directly in front of you at the back of the enrty. The staircase had all kinds of boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling making it impossible to get up the stairs. It was also the only set in the house to get up there. I asked her how they got up there. Her "Oh honey, you don't want to go up there." Me " ahhhh why not?". "There are other entities living up there, and they prefer not to be bothered." I almost puked right there in front of her. I quickly finished the conversation and stepped outside. We finished loading everything (quickly) and i had turned to take a picture of the porch. When I pointed the camera at the porch as I was putting it to my eye, I caught the upstairs window curtain open and close VERY SLOWLY. One of my guys said, "dude the old lady is checkin us out hahahaha." To which I said, " She can't get up there, no one can." We got the fuck out of there, and till this day I will not drive down that road in front of that house. Period. I will try to find a picture of the house and add to the post for extra creepiness. http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/8C544843-7215-4036-BDFC-50EA24AA3F12-9074-0000074F54EB13A4_zpsd349748f.jpg http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/4FC88543-AC61-41F2-B762-E4FBDD0632D4-9074-0000074F5FA32648_zps3e3dd8be.jpg That is awesome. What town is this? No big deal, just ghosts with chains and shit. wtf?!?!? |
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Originally Posted By EXPY37:
After reading 44 pages of ghoulish and creepy stuff, it's close to Halloween and can't we have more excitement? Something like the guys being chased in the jeep at speeds up to forty MPH by a red eyed demon, that paces them and let's them go. Why didn't the demon reach in, pop the driver's eyeballs out, wreck them and eat them leaving knawed body parts all over the highway for the next passerbys to find... Then eat them too. Or the ghosts living in the attic, making noises to disturb the occupants, turning on lights, peeping out windows, slamming doors... Why not catch the occupants one at a time and torture them, and cut them up in small pieces and freeze them in Mylar bags? View Quote These things happen, but there isn't anyone left to tell the stories. |
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Originally Posted By Ohio: These things happen, but there isn't anyone left to tell the stories. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By Ohio: Originally Posted By EXPY37: After reading 44 pages of ghoulish and creepy stuff, it's close to Halloween and can't we have more excitement? Something like the guys being chased in the jeep at speeds up to forty MPH by a red eyed demon, that paces them and let's them go. Why didn't the demon reach in, pop the driver's eyeballs out, wreck them and eat them leaving knawed body parts all over the highway for the next passerbys to find... Then eat them too. Or the ghosts living in the attic, making noises to disturb the occupants, turning on lights, peeping out windows, slamming doors... Why not catch the occupants one at a time and torture them, and cut them up in small pieces and freeze them in Mylar bags? These things happen, but there isn't anyone left to tell the stories. Yeah, perhaps the ones who aren't so lucky end up as one of the thousands of people who just "disappear" every year in the wild. |
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Originally Posted By 57fairlane:
That is awesome. What town is this? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By 57fairlane:
Originally Posted By slappynuts:
So there is an old historical house about 2 miles from where I currently live. I have lived in this town all of my life and have only heard a few stories about this house. 2 story ranch house, with the porch on the front of the house, top and bottom floor. I remember asking my aunt a LONG time ago when i was a kid, if she knew anyone that ever lived in the house. It was right across the street from the public pool and was the only thing around back then. She acted pretty jumpy after the question and said she didn't want to tell me because i wasn't old enough to hear it. I begged and begged and got her to finally spill the beans. She said back in the day her best friend lived there. She had gone over to stay the night when she was around 15 years old. Everything was good until it was time to go to bed. They had made a pallet downstairs in the living room, because her friend told her it was hard to sleep upstairs. She figured since it was cold there wasn't enough heat or something. Right as she was drifting off a huge thump on the hardwood floor came from upstairs right above their heads. Then 10 minutes of what she said sounded just like chains dragging across the floor. She said that she almost pissed her jammies. She woke her friend and told her to listen. The girl replied, "oh ya, that just the mean old ghosts that live with us". "Why do you think we don't go up there?" My aunt immediately called my grandmother to come pick her up. She waited on the street. Fast forward to 4 years ago. I got a call from a lady that needed her porch leveled. I got the address and guess which house it is. My aunt's story was the first thing that entered my mind. The woman met me outside and I looked at the porch and told her i would be in touch. A week later I won the bid and showed up to start the work. Had 4 of my guys with me and finished around 6pm. I knocked on the door tell let her check out the work. She invited me in. The second i stepped through the door i felt like 500lbs was on my shoulders. Right when you walk in there is a dirt floor that you step down into, with a very small staircase directly in front of you at the back of the enrty. The staircase had all kinds of boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling making it impossible to get up the stairs. It was also the only set in the house to get up there. I asked her how they got up there. Her "Oh honey, you don't want to go up there." Me " ahhhh why not?". "There are other entities living up there, and they prefer not to be bothered." I almost puked right there in front of her. I quickly finished the conversation and stepped outside. We finished loading everything (quickly) and i had turned to take a picture of the porch. When I pointed the camera at the porch as I was putting it to my eye, I caught the upstairs window curtain open and close VERY SLOWLY. One of my guys said, "dude the old lady is checkin us out hahahaha." To which I said, " She can't get up there, no one can." We got the fuck out of there, and till this day I will not drive down that road in front of that house. Period. I will try to find a picture of the house and add to the post for extra creepiness. http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/8C544843-7215-4036-BDFC-50EA24AA3F12-9074-0000074F54EB13A4_zpsd349748f.jpg http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/4FC88543-AC61-41F2-B762-E4FBDD0632D4-9074-0000074F5FA32648_zps3e3dd8be.jpg That is awesome. What town is this? Leander, Texas |
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Originally Posted By 6winchester2:
Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By 6winchester2:
Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
I rarely remember my dreams, and can't recall the last time I had a fever. I recently read that drinking apple juice before you go to sleep will give you lucid dreams. Need to go buy some apple juice. Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). Pa'don fo' me sayin' dis but yo' ain't seen sheeit. Try a nice sip of goat milk colostrum. That's the milk that comes from a momma goat for the first 2-3 days after a baby is born. Hint: It is intended to stimulate the baby goat's intestines. It does so very, very well. |
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Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms: Pa'don fo' me sayin' dis but yo' ain't seen sheeit. Try a nice sip of goat milk colostrum. That's the milk that comes from a momma goat for the first 2-3 days after a baby is born. Hint: It is intended to stimulate the baby goat's intestines. It does so very, very well. View Quote Dammit. The shit you can learn on Arfcom. |
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Originally Posted By kozaki:
Dammit. The shit you can learn on Arfcom. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By kozaki:
Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms:
Pa'don fo' me sayin' dis but yo' ain't seen sheeit. Try a nice sip of goat milk colostrum. That's the milk that comes from a momma goat for the first 2-3 days after a baby is born. Hint: It is intended to stimulate the baby goat's intestines. It does so very, very well. Dammit. The shit you can learn on Arfcom. I bet you didn't know that horses have feathers, did you? (One-time part-time temporary country boy.) Horse feathers |
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Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms: I bet you didn't know that horses have feathers, did you? (One-time part-time temporary country boy.) Horse feathers View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms: Originally Posted By kozaki: Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms: Pa'don fo' me sayin' dis but yo' ain't seen sheeit. Try a nice sip of goat milk colostrum. That's the milk that comes from a momma goat for the first 2-3 days after a baby is born. Hint: It is intended to stimulate the baby goat's intestines. It does so very, very well. Dammit. The shit you can learn on Arfcom. I bet you didn't know that horses have feathers, did you? (One-time part-time temporary country boy.) Horse feathers lol, thanks! |
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Originally Posted By whs78:
Why are you trying to shoot a S&W Sigma? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By whs78:
Originally Posted By jdessell:
Same here. Every time I've tried to use a gun in a dream the trigger feels like it has 100 lbs of tension on it. Why are you trying to shoot a S&W Sigma? I'm not any more. Sold it and bought a Glock. |
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Originally Posted By slappynuts: Leander, Texas View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By slappynuts: Originally Posted By 57fairlane: Originally Posted By slappynuts: So there is an old historical house about 2 miles from where I currently live. I have lived in this town all of my life and have only heard a few stories about this house. 2 story ranch house, with the porch on the front of the house, top and bottom floor. I remember asking my aunt a LONG time ago when i was a kid, if she knew anyone that ever lived in the house. It was right across the street from the public pool and was the only thing around back then. She acted pretty jumpy after the question and said she didn't want to tell me because i wasn't old enough to hear it. I begged and begged and got her to finally spill the beans. She said back in the day her best friend lived there. She had gone over to stay the night when she was around 15 years old. Everything was good until it was time to go to bed. They had made a pallet downstairs in the living room, because her friend told her it was hard to sleep upstairs. She figured since it was cold there wasn't enough heat or something. Right as she was drifting off a huge thump on the hardwood floor came from upstairs right above their heads. Then 10 minutes of what she said sounded just like chains dragging across the floor. She said that she almost pissed her jammies. She woke her friend and told her to listen. The girl replied, "oh ya, that just the mean old ghosts that live with us". "Why do you think we don't go up there?" My aunt immediately called my grandmother to come pick her up. She waited on the street. Fast forward to 4 years ago. I got a call from a lady that needed her porch leveled. I got the address and guess which house it is. My aunt's story was the first thing that entered my mind. The woman met me outside and I looked at the porch and told her i would be in touch. A week later I won the bid and showed up to start the work. Had 4 of my guys with me and finished around 6pm. I knocked on the door tell let her check out the work. She invited me in. The second i stepped through the door i felt like 500lbs was on my shoulders. Right when you walk in there is a dirt floor that you step down into, with a very small staircase directly in front of you at the back of the enrty. The staircase had all kinds of boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling making it impossible to get up the stairs. It was also the only set in the house to get up there. I asked her how they got up there. Her "Oh honey, you don't want to go up there." Me " ahhhh why not?". "There are other entities living up there, and they prefer not to be bothered." I almost puked right there in front of her. I quickly finished the conversation and stepped outside. We finished loading everything (quickly) and i had turned to take a picture of the porch. When I pointed the camera at the porch as I was putting it to my eye, I caught the upstairs window curtain open and close VERY SLOWLY. One of my guys said, "dude the old lady is checkin us out hahahaha." To which I said, " She can't get up there, no one can." We got the fuck out of there, and till this day I will not drive down that road in front of that house. Period. I will try to find a picture of the house and add to the post for extra creepiness. http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/8C544843-7215-4036-BDFC-50EA24AA3F12-9074-0000074F54EB13A4_zpsd349748f.jpg http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s639/bigdunn65/4FC88543-AC61-41F2-B762-E4FBDD0632D4-9074-0000074F5FA32648_zps3e3dd8be.jpg That is awesome. What town is this? Leander, Texas BUMP, because it's almost October. This thread better pick up for the next month!
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Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
A couple 'pasta, courtesy of /x/ http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380649838842_zps1164ed02.jpg http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380645158278_zps09c4f8ee.png View Quote Dude I cant stop staring at that picture. It's sucking the life out of me! |
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Originally Posted By slappynuts:
Dude I cant stop staring at that picture. It's sucking the life out of me! View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By slappynuts:
Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
A couple 'pasta, courtesy of /x/ http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380649838842_zps1164ed02.jpg http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380645158278_zps09c4f8ee.png Dude I cant stop staring at that picture. It's sucking the life out of me! The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. |
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The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
Originally Posted By slappynuts:
Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
A couple 'pasta, courtesy of /x/ http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380649838842_zps1164ed02.jpg http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380645158278_zps09c4f8ee.png Dude I cant stop staring at that picture. It's sucking the life out of me! The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. Looks like the rabbits we get from time to time on game cams. |
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I see us collectively as a country bumpkin, sitting on a log with a rifle, having no understanding what's going on beyond a few trees away, about to be enslaved with no interest by whom or what.
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Originally Posted By Captain_Morgan: Did you tell the rancher's son? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By Captain_Morgan: Originally Posted By Bluedog1971: This was six years ago....mule deer hunting in se Montana with a friend named Paul. Stayed on small ranch in guest cabin. Second day we are there, fire starts in our cabin. Minor damage, but enough we couldn't stay there. Knew the owners from a couple previous trips and they just invited us to stay with them in their house. That evening, my friend became very ill, high fever, chills, vomiting and all that stuff....he ended up being in bed the next three days. When he was finally feeling better, it was time to head home. He was obviously upset while we were packing up, but wouldn't tell me why. I just assumed he was bummed out because he was sick the whole trip. As I was carrying bags out the door of the cabin, I commented, "that's weird, coulda swore I just saw somebody sitting on that fence over there, but when I looked back, there was nobody there". Hearing me say this, he literally dropped the bags he was carrying and asked what he looked like. Jeans and black shirt, I replied. Paul completely freaked out now. Told me what was bothering him was that the whole time he was sick and in bed, he kept having dreams that the ranchers dad kept coming to him, asking him to tell his son that he was sorry and how proud of him he was. And that he was wearing jeans and a black shirt. At this point, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. You see, the first night my buddy was sick in bed, the rancher mentioned to me at supper that his dad had recently committed suicide. A very rapid exit from the ranch was made, never returned. Got several emails from them inviting us back, all politely declined. Won't go into all the details, but upon telling the other two guys that used to go on this trip with us about our story, they both had similar stories. Maybe they were BSing us, but it would explain why they didn't want to visit a cool little ranch in a nice river valley again. Did you tell the rancher's son? If you do, the aberration might go away. |
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Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
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Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
A couple 'pasta, courtesy of /x/ http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380649838842_zps1164ed02.jpg http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/WanderingOisin/Minecraft%20and%20Miscellany/1380645158278_zps09c4f8ee.png Dude I cant stop staring at that picture. It's sucking the life out of me! The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. Change the angle of your monitor or screen. If I slouch too low in my chair I can't see the detail in images either. Basically it looks like three things that might have come from the movie "Ghoulies" sticking their heads out of water. |
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Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. View Quote 32 years later they are lucky that anything at all developed from the film. It looks like 3 boys swimming, facing the camera. Nothing nefarious in the picture. And just because somebody lost a camera 32 years earlier doesn't mean that the folks in the picture had terrible things happen to them. The fact that nobody knows who the boys are and that there were no bodies found does not indicate foul play. Given that even in the early 1950s 4 boys disappearing at the same time would have been reported in the media of the day, it is much more reasonable to assume that the camera was lost after some pictures were taken (not all necessarily at the house site) and the boys simply went on with their lives without further incident. |
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Yeah, perhaps the ones who aren't so lucky end up as one of the thousands of people who just "disappear" every year in the wild. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
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After reading 44 pages of ghoulish and creepy stuff, it's close to Halloween and can't we have more excitement? Something like the guys being chased in the jeep at speeds up to forty MPH by a red eyed demon, that paces them and let's them go. Why didn't the demon reach in, pop the driver's eyeballs out, wreck them and eat them leaving knawed body parts all over the highway for the next passerbys to find... Then eat them too. Or the ghosts living in the attic, making noises to disturb the occupants, turning on lights, peeping out windows, slamming doors... Why not catch the occupants one at a time and torture them, and cut them up in small pieces and freeze them in Mylar bags? These things happen, but there isn't anyone left to tell the stories. Yeah, perhaps the ones who aren't so lucky end up as one of the thousands of people who just "disappear" every year in the wild. sasquatch has to eat too man... and fema does need test subjects for the test runs of the camps |
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Originally Posted By kar98k:
32 years later they are lucky that anything at all developed from the film. It looks like 3 boys swimming, facing the camera. Nothing nefarious in the picture. And just because somebody lost a camera 32 years earlier doesn't mean that the folks in the picture had terrible things happen to them. The fact that nobody knows who the boys are and that there were no bodies found does not indicate foul play. Given that even in the early 1950s 4 boys disappearing at the same time would have been reported in the media of the day, it is much more reasonable to assume that the camera was lost after some pictures were taken (not all necessarily at the house site) and the boys simply went on with their lives without further incident. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By kar98k:
Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. 32 years later they are lucky that anything at all developed from the film. It looks like 3 boys swimming, facing the camera. Nothing nefarious in the picture. And just because somebody lost a camera 32 years earlier doesn't mean that the folks in the picture had terrible things happen to them. The fact that nobody knows who the boys are and that there were no bodies found does not indicate foul play. Given that even in the early 1950s 4 boys disappearing at the same time would have been reported in the media of the day, it is much more reasonable to assume that the camera was lost after some pictures were taken (not all necessarily at the house site) and the boys simply went on with their lives without further incident. You're probably right, but your explanation isn't scary. |
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The pic is too dark for me to see anything in it. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By pepperbelly:
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Anasi's Goatman story from Creepypasta... Here's my story: >be 16 >be black and have family down in Alabama >they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville >uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping >down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp >know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me >collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days >we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird >air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone >we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours >All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes >he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods >tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out >he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods >His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us >he says OK I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in. So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there's the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17. We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along. It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls. About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we has started and this really nasty coppery smell like right after you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. I wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back of your throat smell. We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we all can smell it. All of a sudden we can hear people booking down the path toward us and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing out of breath, and they don't even break stride they all run into the trailer right by where the fire is. We all got the fuck outta there and get into the trailers. They end up calming down, even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while the fire is guttering lower and lower so my other cousins say fuck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers. Tanner goes, "Fuck no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside!" He's been crying too and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit. He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house, his father said sure he could go out camping but to make sure they were careful on the way back and that maybe they should take on of the hunting rifles just in case. Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes even though they don't usually fuck with live animals. He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping. So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking, the girl already had but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they had shout at him and told him that he was scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was. He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell, and they say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and its a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path. So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, I should have taken the fucking rifle. As their telling the story the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin. They say that after they started walking faster, that a kind of low gibbering had started coming from out of both sides of the wood. And they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods and the gibbering just got louder and louder and when they could see the light from out camp fire something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer. So we're out in the fucking woods, and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us. All of a sudden, my other cousin Junior starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the goat man or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the fuck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now. But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the fucking goat man and how we're in his woods and blah blah blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago the year before I graduated from college I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a fucking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo and it's bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it. Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, the goat mans going to get in and fucking get us. The girl's are all terrified and my cousins and I are all fucking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal. So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it. Like usually smells fade away or get less. It just literally was there one second and then not the second. So after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit. Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finish some 2 spooky story, I don't remember what about, the smell comes back. And it's so fucking strong that one of the girls literally starts vomiting. I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is, and I say we should get inside. This isn't right, we should have just fucking left. We all go back inside and we're standing around, and my cousin just keep going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin rooster tries to shut him the fuck up. All the while I'm just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out what the fuck it is. We end up sitting in there for a while, the smell is just as strong and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with 4 brats in a pack we have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one. He starts grumbling about how the fuck do I get two and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he's fucking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more. That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and tan just starts screaming, "Oh JESUS, OH LORD, GET OUT!." She's crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart fucking sink, I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us, the trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin. One of my cousins friends ask us what the fuck was wrong. And I start counting us, and there's only 11 now. I shit you not, my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time but there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you are just dicking around having a good time you don't sweat the small shit, and you don't always keep track of certain stuff, but I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been their for at least a fucking day, eating with us. And what makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person/the goatman. the girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside, eventually we get big ass sticks and go back in the cabin and there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too and that whens he was about to say something the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn't understand. So we are pretty much scared as fuck and we huddle together and then I fall asleep. When I wake up the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and then half are packing our shit up. We all want to walk back home, but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just fucking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods. The girls name was Keira, the one that the goatman had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad and she say she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night. So we decide to split people up and the 4 that want to go can go, and that I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's my uncles and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren't taking the shit seriously and I def don't want to be out in the woods for another night, so I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people, now 4 girls and 4 guys to bet the fuck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left this is about 4 pm o clock. At around 5 pm he hasn't made it back yet and we're getting extremely fucking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun. it's about 5:30 pm or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she's standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin. I'm thinking to myself, she was so fucking scared why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has be gone but now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it. I say this to the rest of them and everybody, these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the god damn goatman in our midst, are laughing at me and asking did I set this up to scare them. I'm looking at them like, I am not fucking bullshitting you at all right now. I ask them why the fuck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera, she gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving, I don't know how the fuck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that I that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods, it was dead silent. This was like later in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big ass geese honking or some kind of birds or squirrels chittering. So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking trailer right got damn now. She backs up into the trailer and and we lock the fucking door. We pull down all the shades except one, and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so, the guy turns to say that she's still there. And there's a HUGE fucking bang on the door. We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The bamming is super fucking loud. He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and whispers in my ear, "You know, there are only seven of us in here right?". I get that feeling where you stomach drops in your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer while we were sorting out who was going where, and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day, it has just slipped right back in. We look out the window and there is nobody out there. So we recount everyone and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier. And everybody says 8. I say, "Well, how many are here now?" They all do the count and then realize there are only now 7 people in the cabin. So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo and his rifle. And he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he said it was goat man. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and that in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home. Now I'm really fucking terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the fuck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks that I'm trying to be funny and prank them and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not funny. He keeps telling her I'm not that kind of person and she says, "Well how do we know the girl wasn't just Tanner in a wig?. Or if it's really the goatman, how do we know that this is the real Tanner and that goatman just didn't kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun?" So we fucking get into a huge argument about this, where me and Tan are like we could seriously be in danger because at the very least someone has be sneaking themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us and at worst it something bad in the forest fucking with us. One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we're trying to tell her that's a no fucking go because none of us are walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point the sun is starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out. We eat something and turn on the radio for a while, but we can't really get a station out there with anything decent. So we turn it off at about the time that Tan's cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy duty lantern flashlights and another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whisper to Tan asking if he's sure that's his cousin and he says yes. The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused. He says, "Where's your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet me up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something?" He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin, because it smelled like bloody and hot pans all the way up the trail. We are all like fucking NOPE. But we ask him what the fuck he's talking about with the girl he saw. He had come down the same trail Tan had been using and that he had come up on "one of you's guys buddies" standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him slackjawed. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was just look at him. Then, she smiled at him and he said he kept walking but she couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and did she need any help. But, she had continued to stare. Eventually, he had been walking and turned around a bend in the trail. But when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. He'd assumed she had taken some short cut through the woods to our trailer. We tell him the whole story of what's been going on. I half expected him to say we were full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room. Tanner's cousin gets back to the girl. He says, when she had kept trying to lag behind him it had kind weirded him the fuck out so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked she was always lagging a little behind. And that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to the camp. He said, eventually it go really strong she had said something really low that he didn't catch and he had turned and she had been right the fuck up on him and he stepped back from her. It was at this point he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn't him to carry her back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have "misjudged the distance" because she was off to the side of where he had put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her. So at this point we know this shit's real unless Tan is playing a joke, which we can tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants. So the load up their rifles we eat some more and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to god that it's some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed so I would shit for the rest of my life. At round 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty gross blood smell, like cooking blood and singed hair. Tan and his cousin, Reese, get the fuck up instantly and grab the rifles. There's like a half knocking half clawing at the door, and I shit you not there's this voice, and it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs whose owners teach them how to "talk", and it says in this halting weirdly toned voice, " Let me the fuck in stop fucking playing". It made my fucking nuts creep up against my body, one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus. It was so fucking obviously not a person talking. It didn't have the right cadence, and that's some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk, no matter what language. All people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking. This shit didn't have any kind of cadence or rhythm, YouTube those cats. That's what the fuck it sounded like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror mode. And we keep yelling outside "who is it, stop fucking around man." and it just keeps saying, "in" or "Let me the fuck in" for almost 15 minutes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw It sounded like this almost only not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded, then you can't imagine how fucked up the whole situation was. So then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods and shit. And ever couple minutes it comes back into the door, and says something. Finally when the smell fades away, it's around 2 in the morning right now. Reese says, man fuck this and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle. He fires a shot into the air. And says something to the affect of, in the name of Jesus Christ go away. He fires two more times, and then from the woods right up against the river across from the trailer it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting. Then it starts screaming and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that and you can hear the brush over that way start to shake, Reese fires over into the treeline and then starts backing into the house. We lock the door, and we can hear this shit keening and screaming. Reese says something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground crawling toward the cabin, he had shot at it. Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night went, it literally was screaming constantly for the next 2 hours and we could hear shit moving out into the treeline. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep. Tan had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle, nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later. after the whole thing was over. He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noises finally stopped, and he had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us and he had nodded off. Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong and while pretending to be sleeping he counted us. There were 9 people in the cabin. He basically didn't want to try to shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we kill ourselves. So he just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep. He said sometimes it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing, or heave like it was laughing. But then it would lay back down. The story closes pretty weak, because from my perspective nothing happened. We woke up. And I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, and that he was avoiding looking at all of us. But we ate some breakfast, packed up and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the cabin and said he'd lock up and bring me my uncles keys, to just start walking and he'd catch up. Which I didn't really want to fucking do. We got a little bit up the path, and then he came running up and basically we just jogged back to his house and his cousin took us home. There was a window in the bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and look in there, he said there was a window, that we were to stupid to lock and that there was no screen on it. The window was fucking up when he went in there. I'm guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the god damn way back to his house and then he said it lagged to the back of the group and then looked him dead in the eyes and walked into the woods. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Anasi's_Goatman_Story |
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Yes, i though i was the only one. the last sickness i had was awful and i always dream about something that i so worried about and there is always some off balance thing going on and i try to stay in the middle but i keep sliding to the bad side of being off balance. weird shit
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Mother of God. And now I try to go to bed.
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Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By 6winchester2:
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I rarely remember my dreams, and can't recall the last time I had a fever. I recently read that drinking apple juice before you go to sleep will give you lucid dreams. Need to go buy some apple juice. Drinking apple juice before I go to sleep would give me a massive shit attack the next morning. Well just saying. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread in progress. I guess we'll call this a BTT. (For some REAL epic bathroom fun, go to a cider mill and try some unpasteurized apple cider. Three words: HO LEE SHIT!). I was deer hunting with a friend years ago and we had filled our tags and were getting ready to drive home. I had picked up a gallon of local cider for camp and had about a half gallon left. I didn't want to take up cooler space and didn't want to toss it so I chugged the cider. We were headed home on a divided 4 lane road when it hit me. Couldn't make it to the next town so I yelled at my friend to pull over. He looks at me like I'm nuts and I yell again to pull over NOW. The truck didn't stop before I jumped out and made a bee line to some low scrub brush. Problem was, it was on the other side of the barbed wire fence that lined the road. I couldn't make it over the fence at that point and dropped trou right there. I'm taking care of business with car traffic whizzing by with me in full view, people cheering and honking. Never lived it down with my friend. |
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Originally Posted By DontBuryMe:
Bump. Anasi's Goatman story from Creepypasta... Here's my story: >be 16 >be black and have family down in Alabama >they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville >uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping >down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp >know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me >collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days >we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird >air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone >we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours >All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes >he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods >tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out >he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods >His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us >he says OK I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in. So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there's the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17. We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along. It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls. About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we has started and this really nasty coppery smell like right after you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. I wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back of your throat smell. We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we all can smell it. All of a sudden we can hear people booking down the path toward us and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing out of breath, and they don't even break stride they all run into the trailer right by where the fire is. We all got the fuck outta there and get into the trailers. They end up calming down, even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while the fire is guttering lower and lower so my other cousins say fuck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers. Tanner goes, "Fuck no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside!" He's been crying too and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit. He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house, his father said sure he could go out camping but to make sure they were careful on the way back and that maybe they should take on of the hunting rifles just in case. Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes even though they don't usually fuck with live animals. He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping. So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking, the girl already had but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they had shout at him and told him that he was scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was. He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell, and they say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and its a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path. So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, I should have taken the fucking rifle. As their telling the story the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin. They say that after they started walking faster, that a kind of low gibbering had started coming from out of both sides of the wood. And they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods and the gibbering just got louder and louder and when they could see the light from out camp fire something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer. So we're out in the fucking woods, and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us. All of a sudden, my other cousin Junior starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the goat man or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the fuck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now. But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the fucking goat man and how we're in his woods and blah blah blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago the year before I graduated from college I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a fucking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo and it's bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it. Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, the goat mans going to get in and fucking get us. The girl's are all terrified and my cousins and I are all fucking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal. So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it. Like usually smells fade away or get less. It just literally was there one second and then not the second. So after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit. Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finish some 2 spooky story, I don't remember what about, the smell comes back. And it's so fucking strong that one of the girls literally starts vomiting. I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is, and I say we should get inside. This isn't right, we should have just fucking left. We all go back inside and we're standing around, and my cousin just keep going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin rooster tries to shut him the fuck up. All the while I'm just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out what the fuck it is. We end up sitting in there for a while, the smell is just as strong and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with 4 brats in a pack we have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one. He starts grumbling about how the fuck do I get two and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he's fucking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more. That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and tan just starts screaming, "Oh JESUS, OH LORD, GET OUT!." She's crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart fucking sink, I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us, the trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin. One of my cousins friends ask us what the fuck was wrong. And I start counting us, and there's only 11 now. I shit you not, my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time but there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you are just dicking around having a good time you don't sweat the small shit, and you don't always keep track of certain stuff, but I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been their for at least a fucking day, eating with us. And what makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person/the goatman. the girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside, eventually we get big ass sticks and go back in the cabin and there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too and that whens he was about to say something the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn't understand. So we are pretty much scared as fuck and we huddle together and then I fall asleep. When I wake up the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and then half are packing our shit up. We all want to walk back home, but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just fucking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods. The girls name was Keira, the one that the goatman had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad and she say she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night. So we decide to split people up and the 4 that want to go can go, and that I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's my uncles and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren't taking the shit seriously and I def don't want to be out in the woods for another night, so I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people, now 4 girls and 4 guys to bet the fuck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left this is about 4 pm o clock. At around 5 pm he hasn't made it back yet and we're getting extremely fucking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun. it's about 5:30 pm or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she's standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin. I'm thinking to myself, she was so fucking scared why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has be gone but now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it. I say this to the rest of them and everybody, these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the god damn goatman in our midst, are laughing at me and asking did I set this up to scare them. I'm looking at them like, I am not fucking bullshitting you at all right now. I ask them why the fuck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera, she gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving, I don't know how the fuck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that I that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods, it was dead silent. This was like later in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big ass geese honking or some kind of birds or squirrels chittering. So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking trailer right got damn now. She backs up into the trailer and and we lock the fucking door. We pull down all the shades except one, and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so, the guy turns to say that she's still there. And there's a HUGE fucking bang on the door. We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The bamming is super fucking loud. He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and whispers in my ear, "You know, there are only seven of us in here right?". I get that feeling where you stomach drops in your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer while we were sorting out who was going where, and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day, it has just slipped right back in. We look out the window and there is nobody out there. So we recount everyone and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier. And everybody says 8. I say, "Well, how many are here now?" They all do the count and then realize there are only now 7 people in the cabin. So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo and his rifle. And he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he said it was goat man. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and that in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home. Now I'm really fucking terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the fuck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks that I'm trying to be funny and prank them and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not funny. He keeps telling her I'm not that kind of person and she says, "Well how do we know the girl wasn't just Tanner in a wig?. Or if it's really the goatman, how do we know that this is the real Tanner and that goatman just didn't kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun?" So we fucking get into a huge argument about this, where me and Tan are like we could seriously be in danger because at the very least someone has be sneaking themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us and at worst it something bad in the forest fucking with us. One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we're trying to tell her that's a no fucking go because none of us are walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point the sun is starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out. We eat something and turn on the radio for a while, but we can't really get a station out there with anything decent. So we turn it off at about the time that Tan's cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy duty lantern flashlights and another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whisper to Tan asking if he's sure that's his cousin and he says yes. The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused. He says, "Where's your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet me up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something?" He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin, because it smelled like bloody and hot pans all the way up the trail. We are all like fucking NOPE. But we ask him what the fuck he's talking about with the girl he saw. He had come down the same trail Tan had been using and that he had come up on "one of you's guys buddies" standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him slackjawed. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was just look at him. Then, she smiled at him and he said he kept walking but she couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and did she need any help. But, she had continued to stare. Eventually, he had been walking and turned around a bend in the trail. But when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. He'd assumed she had taken some short cut through the woods to our trailer. We tell him the whole story of what's been going on. I half expected him to say we were full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room. Tanner's cousin gets back to the girl. He says, when she had kept trying to lag behind him it had kind weirded him the fuck out so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked she was always lagging a little behind. And that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to the camp. He said, eventually it go really strong she had said something really low that he didn't catch and he had turned and she had been right the fuck up on him and he stepped back from her. It was at this point he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn't him to carry her back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have "misjudged the distance" because she was off to the side of where he had put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her. So at this point we know this shit's real unless Tan is playing a joke, which we can tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants. So the load up their rifles we eat some more and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to god that it's some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed so I would shit for the rest of my life. At round 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty gross blood smell, like cooking blood and singed hair. Tan and his cousin, Reese, get the fuck up instantly and grab the rifles. There's like a half knocking half clawing at the door, and I shit you not there's this voice, and it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs whose owners teach them how to "talk", and it says in this halting weirdly toned voice, " Let me the fuck in stop fucking playing". It made my fucking nuts creep up against my body, one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus. It was so fucking obviously not a person talking. It didn't have the right cadence, and that's some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk, no matter what language. All people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking. This shit didn't have any kind of cadence or rhythm, YouTube those cats. That's what the fuck it sounded like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror mode. And we keep yelling outside "who is it, stop fucking around man." and it just keeps saying, "in" or "Let me the fuck in" for almost 15 minutes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw It sounded like this almost only not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded, then you can't imagine how fucked up the whole situation was. So then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods and shit. And ever couple minutes it comes back into the door, and says something. Finally when the smell fades away, it's around 2 in the morning right now. Reese says, man fuck this and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle. He fires a shot into the air. And says something to the affect of, in the name of Jesus Christ go away. He fires two more times, and then from the woods right up against the river across from the trailer it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting. Then it starts screaming and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that and you can hear the brush over that way start to shake, Reese fires over into the treeline and then starts backing into the house. We lock the door, and we can hear this shit keening and screaming. Reese says something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground crawling toward the cabin, he had shot at it. Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night went, it literally was screaming constantly for the next 2 hours and we could hear shit moving out into the treeline. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep. Tan had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle, nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later. after the whole thing was over. He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noises finally stopped, and he had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us and he had nodded off. Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong and while pretending to be sleeping he counted us. There were 9 people in the cabin. He basically didn't want to try to shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we kill ourselves. So he just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep. He said sometimes it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing, or heave like it was laughing. But then it would lay back down. The story closes pretty weak, because from my perspective nothing happened. We woke up. And I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, and that he was avoiding looking at all of us. But we ate some breakfast, packed up and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the cabin and said he'd lock up and bring me my uncles keys, to just start walking and he'd catch up. Which I didn't really want to fucking do. We got a little bit up the path, and then he came running up and basically we just jogged back to his house and his cousin took us home. There was a window in the bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and look in there, he said there was a window, that we were to stupid to lock and that there was no screen on it. The window was fucking up when he went in there. I'm guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the god damn way back to his house and then he said it lagged to the back of the group and then looked him dead in the eyes and walked into the woods. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Anasi's_Goatman_Story View Quote Wow, that's some scary drama. Would have been even better if it had eaten someone... |
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I see us collectively as a country bumpkin, sitting on a log with a rifle, having no understanding what's going on beyond a few trees away, about to be enslaved with no interest by whom or what.
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Originally Posted By walshy184:
DAMN!!! I wish I could have taken my blood pressure after reading this. Very good story. That will pucker you up right there. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By walshy184:
Originally Posted By DontBuryMe:
Bump. Anasi's Goatman story from Creepypasta... DAMN!!! I wish I could have taken my blood pressure after reading this. Very good story. That will pucker you up right there. The length of it scared me away from actually reading it. But I'm gonna read it tonight at work, when I have nothing better to do. |
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Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
The length of it scared me away from actually reading it. But I'm gonna read it tonight at work, when I have nothing better to do. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
Originally Posted By walshy184:
Originally Posted By DontBuryMe:
Bump. Anasi's Goatman story from Creepypasta... DAMN!!! I wish I could have taken my blood pressure after reading this. Very good story. That will pucker you up right there. The length of it scared me away from actually reading it. But I'm gonna read it tonight at work, when I have nothing better to do. Admittedly, it took a little longer to fall asleep last night after reading it. The creepy pasta wiki is some good reading. Check any of these out. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Category:PotM They were chosen as pasta of the month, so I assume they're the best ones. |
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Originally Posted By walshy184:
DAMN!!! I wish I could have taken my blood pressure after reading this. Very good story. That will pucker you up right there. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By walshy184:
Originally Posted By DontBuryMe:
Bump. Anasi's Goatman story from Creepypasta... DAMN!!! I wish I could have taken my blood pressure after reading this. Very good story. That will pucker you up right there. Sounds almost demonic to me. Very creepy. |
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Originally Posted By Sawgunner101: My hometown (Antioch California) has a little place in the boonies called "Gravity Hill". It's a little farm road out in the middle of nowhere, but it isn't actually a hill. It's just a flat stretch of road. But if you park your car to the starting line (helpfully marked with a shot of spraypaint), and put your car in neutral, the car will accelerate, all on it's own, as if you were coasting down a hill. It's really bizarre. My theory is that it's a place with a wonky gravitational field, like the "Mystery Spot". But when you take somebody out there, a ghost story is pretty much mandatory. i took a girl out there once on a disastrous date, and I was talking to her about the legends, and she claimed that she didn't belive in ghosts. But when I got to the part about it bieng indain spirtits pushing the car off thier sacred lands, she flipped the fuck out. Apparently she DID believe in indian spirits. View Quote common, but every example of a gravity hill or mystery spot I've seen is an optical illusion. |
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Originally Posted By Captain_Morgan:
Long read. Read it. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Showers View Quote I just read that one too. Damn good. |
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Long read. Read it. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Showers View Quote That's a good one! |
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The guy who wrote the Goatman story should get a career in screenwriting. The dude can tell and make a good story. His story would make an awesome movie.
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