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Imagine being around a campfire for this, and someone’s telling it to you.
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It was a dark and stormy night, much like this one.
Chilepepino was on his way home from the late shift, driving down the tree-laden lanes which led to his home. His car bumped, and the steady thud-thud-thud told him that a tire had gone flat. “ffff****k”, he muttered, as he pulled the car over, under a street lamp, and got out to inspect the damage and begin the long, arduous task of changing the tire.
He popped the trunk, undid the restraints holding in the jack and tire iron, when suddenly – BOOOOOOOOM! A bright light, the flashing of a lightning bolt too close, followed by utter darkness. “greatt,” he thought, “teh lighttningg mustt havve cutt teh powerr.”
But it was only a temporary outage. The light came back on in a matter of moments, and Chile began to once again reach for the tools. But the tire iron —
Was GONE!
Confused, and scared, he heard a sound behind him — a scuffling of a shoe on the pavement. He turned around. And that was the last act he ever did. The tire iron smashed into his face, crumpling his skull. The last sound he ever heard was an empty, hollow voice, saying one word: “Free”.
The place that happened isn’t far from here. And ever since that fateful night, the locals have been hearing strange noises when it’s dark. A scuffling of shoes but no one’s walking. The sound of heavy metal against pavement, when nothing’s moving. And an ethereal voice saying something which sounds like “i needd a victimmm”.
The noises are loudest when it’s dark, and stormy. Like tonight…
Have a good walk back to your tents, campers. Just follow that road… |
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Posted On: 10/15/2009 5:05PM | View MC Banhammer's Profile | # |