Seriously, fucking stop it.
I woke up this morning screaming. Fucking shit, the more I think about it, the more it feels real. The video posted a few pages back with the “Audio removed” and stuff made me genuinely frightened.
My house is on the ass end of a small stretch of woods. I don’t ever want to go explore it anymore then I already have.
("Call Me Dad")
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It happened again.
I was driving home from my friends house last night out in the middle of nowhere. She lives right in the middle of the woods and her house has always scared me. I’ve always associated it with fear, which is no good cause it’s my best friend’s girlfriend’s house. We go there a lot and just watch movies and hang. Anyway, I’m rambling.
The whole time I find it really hard to relax, really hard to just chill the hell out since I’m still a little shaken by the dream I had the other night where I woke up screaming. I’m typically the one who provides a lot of the laughs and conversation when I hang out with this group of friends, so they could all tell something was off about me.
Back to where I started: I was driving home from her house. I’m driving as fast as I can to get out of this area of my little town. I wanna get home, and go to bed as fast I can. I finally get out of the woods and into a school zone about half a mile away from downtown a little after midnight. I stop at a stop sign/intersection/crosswalk/whatever the fuck you wanna call it because I have to, and because there is a man that needs to cross the street.
This is a very tall (6'5"?), skinny (150 pounds?) man wearing a very formal business suit.
I’m scared as all hell. I can’t concentrate, my mouth goes dry and just about lose it. First of all, this scenario makes no sense: I live in a town with a little over 20,000 people in it. It’s midnight, and Portland is about 20 minutes from here. There are no jobs in this town that require such a suave looking ensemble.
Look what you’ve done, SomethingAwful. Fuck you.
("Call Me Dad")
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