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artist - “At the end of July I was with one of my best friends in a town near the mountains (Zakopane). We stayed in an 100 years old house.
And believe me… At night we heard someone walking. It wasn’t my friend’s grandpa or grandma…
That was so creepy… And spooky…
Yes. I spent 10 days in the house on the photo.
It was awesome. And scary.”
And believe me… At night we heard someone walking. It wasn’t my friend’s grandpa or grandma…
That was so creepy… And spooky…
Yes. I spent 10 days in the house on the photo.
It was awesome. And scary.”
I couldn’t believe it…
Okay, let me put it this way.
You know that show My Little Pony? Well imagine one of those ponies was here in real life, and a bit bigger than what you’d expect.
Yeah. And this one was gray, with a pompadour style hair going on here. She’d actually be kinda cute for my friend’s daughter if it wasn’t for those eyes…
Those eyes…
She looked like a maniac. Her pupils were shrunk & her teeth… holy crap I damn near unloaded a deuce in my pants.
And now talking about un-hugging? Yeah.
I’m gonna just-
I squeezed the trigger, double taps like we had been taught. Either she was like the Flash on steroids or she just pulled some pony magic or something, because she was gone.
Sighing to myself, I realized it may have been the liquor again. I couldn’t believe that I just shot at-
“Aww miss me my little pet”? came that voice again… and this it was really close behind me.
As in I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.
As in I could feel a… hoof on my shoulder as she whispered into my ear.
“You’re mine now my little human”.
“Why hello there”
Who the hell? It was a female’s voice, elegant & classy sounding. I thought it was the liquor (Johnny’s gonna get his ass kicked for this) I drank, so I-
“Why so tired my little pet”
Okay, that woke me up. No matter how much I drank, there is nothing like the sound of a creepy girl’s voice to get your attention.
And then the power went out.
Thank God for the flashlight & Beretta M9A1 I had when I left the service. Flicking the torch (God I sound like a Brit) on, I swung it around the rooms, searching but finding nothing at all. Damn. So what the h-
“You can’t hideeeeeeee”
That voice was still here. And to make matters worse, it was inside the house. Behind me somewhere. There was only thing to do, because I damn sure am NOT about to die up here alone in the woods.
I spun around, dropping to a crouch, gun & torch pointed at the empty hallway behind me… except it wasn’t empty anymore.
I can shit too you know.
Bad idea. She’s into that.