Few people asked after I typed it to Teach, Mind you this is all true regardless of what you choose to make of it. It will not be edited for spelling. As I generally don't talk about it unless its with my friend that it happend to but its about time I share the experience Pinecone: my buddy and i used to get left alone on the weekends after school for friday saterday until sunday night Pinecone: so after gaming all day we discided that going on walks would be good Pinecone: so we go on a walk and start getting a bad vibe from this house being built. kinda like being watched. and it didnt stop. when we left. so we kept moving but it never really got better Pinecone: so we end up making it back to his place no problem Pinecone: next weekend we go out same feeling accept were hearing noises now Pinecone: get back no problem Pinecone: finaly we talk it over and we buy some heavy duty flashlights Pinecone: and grab bats and go into the house. we had the car on brights pointing at it the hole time. turn the corner...all noise dies. and we make eyecontact with this thing? 2 big read eyes humanesque figure and we book it. hop in the car floor it home. lock the door Pinecone: he goes to use the restroom and im in the second livingroom and i hear this loud crunch on the roof and a walking noise. WTF.jpg he comes out i tell him we listen and keep hearing it Pinecone: lock all the doors and windos get our bats and stay up all night and finaly pass out at 5 Pinecone: wake up the next morning and go on the balcony and look around and their are 5 broken tiles that are just kicking it there. looked at eachother and called his mom just to check they wernt there the day before. look a little more and find large footprints off to the side of the house that the tiles were on Pinecone: we choose that hay maybe this isnt the best path anymore Pinecone: so we drive to a different neighborhood and start our walk. halfway through i start hearing a noise. "hey man do you hear that" "you mean the thing that sounds like a chain being drug" "yea that" "we should move faster" mind you both of us were 1 year into mma and were sparing partners so we wernt defenceless plus i always had my knife on me Pinecone: so we get back to his car and look around Pinecone: once again the black figure is there in the road the light seems to be getting absorbed Pinecone: book it Pinecone: it runs through the wash *in az there like desert areas for water to run during monsoon season* fast enough for us to make it to the other side driving around Pinecone: get back start hearing his dogs going nuts in the garage and a rapping on the window Pinecone: nope it til 5am again Pinecone: next weekend we mix it up again. got bigger flashlights and walked the opisate direction through the wash when were on the side of it on the concrete laughing and we hear some draging coming from the wash *usualy gravel in this one it was man made* so we threw a rock t it *i know right* and booked it back to the bridge that ran over it and saw the same figure draging a sack with what looked like a human arm hainging out of it Pinecone: book it back to the house lock up rapping and gargling continues Pinecone: we go for a walk again the next weekend through the desert with knifes and flashlights and i start hearing this noise Pinecone: "hey man do you hear a....swingset?" "yea i do....this is going to bother me lets go see if were just hearing noises" Pinecone: so we meander around for about 10 mins and find an area with a swingset and a bunch of white porciln dolls....well this is creepy..."yea what the fuck we should leave..." so we start to walk and were hearing children giggling...we move faster and try to keep moving but the noise stays nomather how fast we run how far we get the laughing just getting louder Pinecone: on the way back after we get out we hear a woman scream and the cyotes go fucking nuts *they only do it after a kill or to warn the pack of somthing bad* so we look at eachtoher like hay man maybe we should check this out Pinecone: so we walk over to an area filled with a black water like substance. dont know if it was blood didnt stay long enough to find out we heard the giggling and the chain again Pinecone: FUCK Pinecone: FLASHLIGHTS ARE DIEING Pinecone: BUT THE BATS ARE BRAND FUCKING NEW WHAT THE FUCK!!! its now 3:33 am Pinecone: dude...check the time Pinecone: no way Pinecone: this isnt fucking happening Pinecone: we need to go now Pinecone: right the fuck now! Pinecone: we run as fast as we can noise right behind lock oursielfs in Pinecone: i start to prety Pinecone: pray* Pinecone: my friend whos incredably aithiest and has never said this to me again said Pinecone: "your lucky....i wish i had a god to pray to rightnow" Pinecone: the windos start to bang Pinecone: were seeing black balls flying around outside Pinecone: just like orbs just no light like theres matter but none there Pinecone: so we start to look into local urban legends Pinecone: and we find somthing about a creature matching the discription that used to be rumerd to kidnap and kill children Pinecone: with the oldest "on record" being 18 we were 16 at the time Pinecone: discriptions matched perfectly Pinecone: accept for the thing that happend next Pinecone: the last thing on the list we didnt see Pinecone: the children Pinecone: we choose to take a different path once again one with more light Pinecone: end up walking Pinecone: by a building office building i think Pinecone: and a daycare center Pinecone: and we here the crying Pinecone: oh the crying Pinecone: i cringe thinking about it still Pinecone: we look in the lit building nd there they are Pinecone: in full 1950-1980 attire Pinecone: sunken eyes Pinecone: knes againsnt their chests Pinecone: crying Pinecone: pleading us to leave Pinecone: and some other things i wont mention out of the want to not remember them Pinecone: as the specifics of what they said will stick with me forever Pinecone: and i wish they would leave Pinecone: i really do Pinecone: id give anything to forget that night Pinecone: we leave Pinecone: fast Pinecone: i then.. Pinecone: get a phone call from my then fiancee savannah whom i had been with for 3 years Pinecone: its 3 am Pinecone: shes crying Pinecone: talking about a black figure in her room Pinecone: and the crying Pinecone: she mentions the crying Pinecone: she hangs up Pinecone: cant get incontact with her for the rest of the night Pinecone: my bud mike and i are freaking out Pinecone: we cant sleep Pinecone: we get back and the night continues Pinecone: i call my budy max and hes less than please to get the call and he happens to be wiccan Pinecone: dude this is whats going on Pinecone: his words were clear "dont leave the house" Pinecone: why" Pinecone: FUCKING DONT Pinecone: yes and no Pinecone: he hinted like he knew what it was Pinecone: and discribed what we were seeing and hearing Pinecone: but he refused to tell us Pinecone: i still ask him ocasionaly but he still wont Pinecone: said he will tell me eventualy when theres no worry about it Pinecone: so Pinecone: i call savannah at 8 am and she answers Pinecone: doesnt remember making the call Pinecone: i look at my phone Pinecone: no call in the log Pinecone: mike she didnt call Pinecone: what? Pinecone: she didnt fuckign call Pinecone: but we heard her on the phone!! Pinecone: i know.. Pinecone: so the weekend ends and thwe week is rather normal after that Pinecone: next weekend comes up Pinecone: the house is finished Pinecone: but Pinecone: theres a new one Pinecone: being built nexto it Pinecone: a 2 storyy Pinecone: so were getting angry now Pinecone: were teenage boys with weapons who do mma weekly Pinecone: we think we can take on anything Pinecone: we go in Pinecone: i look at him Pinecone: wheres the sound of the cricket Pinecone: s Pinecone: huh? Pinecone: and the cyotes they were howling Pinecone: then the crying starrts Pinecone: its at the top of the stairs Pinecone: it knows were there Pinecone: we know its there Pinecone: the crying gets louder Pinecone: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT????!?!?!?" Pinecone: crying continues Pinecone: were paralized Pinecone: we cant move Pinecone: i dont know what to do Pinecone: the crying is making me break down Pinecone: MIKE WE HAVE TO GO I CANT TAKE IT Pinecone: WE HAVE TO GO Pinecone: NOW Pinecone: FUCKING NOW Pinecone: i trip and fall out the front dor Pinecone: door* Pinecone: he pickes me up and we ran Pinecone: we finaly get to a spot we can stop buy a built house Pinecone: and then the whispering starts Pinecone: its audiobul Pinecone: but i cant understand what its saying Pinecone: mike mannages to pick out "something wicked this way comes" Pinecone: what Pinecone: it starts again Pinecone: fuck Pinecone: we get in ihs car and drive on the freeway for 2 hours Pinecone: phoenix is really large Pinecone: 1 hour is cave creek to tempe Pinecone: so we end up kinda stop going onthe walks Pinecone: the noises keep happening for a wile Pinecone: but nothing really prominant other than dammage to his wall Pinecone: etchings Pinecone: really Pinecone: so i end up moving to nevada and we keep in contact still Pinecone: i find out about a year ago 2 weeks after i moved a family moved into the house and there was a tripple murder with the body of their child missing Pinecone: the young parents are dead Pinecone: to this day i still dont know what happend Pinecone: but i still hear that damn crying when i go out at night Pinecone: that fucking grying Pinecone: god damn it Pinecone: dont poke your head where it doesnt belong...you may not like what you find out. and im sorry there are segmants of the story i prefer not to share
The grammatical errors made me almost drop the story 5 sentences in. I read most of it though and -sort of- understood it. Seen and heard worse though.
:lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc: Love at first sight :lovewcc::lovewcc::lovewcc:
