In the Continuing Saga of the Creepy Woods, I was at my

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In the Continuing Saga of the Creepy Woods, I was at my parents’ for dinner tonight and my mother said something casual to her friend about “the corpse in the woods” and i said “what corpse in the woods” and they didn’t hear me and kept talking “oh that poor fellow” “there was another one I heard” “yes the roommate walked in just after the murder so they killed him too” “but what idiots to dump the body out there, it’s not that deserted an area” and I’m like “corpse in WHAT woods” and my dad chimes in “out by the farm” and I’m like “wHAt farm” 

Long story short there was a pair of murders down in the city, and the perpetrators brought the body of the first victim out and dumped it about a mile from the farm. And it’s obvious that they weren’t from around here, so they just drove for a while until they thought they were way out in the country, not really realizing that Rte 2 is a major highway and goes through several townships straight through to the Vermont border and there’s towns over there too, it’s not really actually all that rural. And in fact the body was discovered pretty much immediately by a woman walking her dog, because it was in a ravine right near her house.

Anyway. That’s just across the street from where I live in a canvas shack in the woods by myself next to a creepy weird thing someone randomly made out of sticks and nobody who lives here knows who made it. (Did I say? The latest theory is that it was some kids whose dad was hunting on the property. Still creepy though!)

So. An added dimension to the creepy factor of sleeping alone in the woods: murder victims. Last week, apparently. 

Aw fuck why did I look it up? Now they say the guy wasn’t dead when they drove him out here, they finished him off right near the farm and then threw his body in the creek. So he actually got murdered right over there. Great. Great!

I mean. Clearly this was not local business and not something I would get involved in. But really. Ugh. Ugh. Great. Just what I needed. 

In the ger. No sunshine today, so my solar lights are all dead. Turned off my LEDs, and have a...

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In the ger. No sunshine today, so my solar lights are all dead. Turned off my LEDs, and have a couple of candles lit– tealights in jars on old roof slates, one sitting atop the kero heater and one atop a metal tray. I’ll sleep with those burning. I’m almost out of kero. I was going to get some today but there’s a whole Saga of How I Locked My Keys In My Car And Then Almost Cried About Broccoli that i’m not really up to telling at the moment, so I have no kero, so no heater. It’s only a low of 45 tonight, I should be fine. I haven’t told the Cashmere Sweater story either, probably, but I’m wearing one, I have one as pajamas, it’s ridiculously extravagant.

Anyway. Dark in here, and cold and damp– the yurt’s been watertight all along but today’s downpour means something leaked somewhere, the floor is squishy. But not the bed, so all is well. I had spare socks to change into, it’s fine.

I had to come post tho because of how hilariously terrified I got a second ago. There’s this– thumping, scuffing noise, somewhere close by. Like– an organic movement, something alive. Thumping and scuffing, and then thumping, and then some scuffing. It’s very faint, I can hardly hear it. But off a little ways in the distance, something’s restless, something’s moving around. I’m sitting here freaking the fuck out and straining to listen to it.

It’s a hollowish sort of noise, weird, kind of like– like maybe something big and heavy, moving on a yielding surface. Like– something hard, but scraping on something– wood, yeah, maybe wood.

Yeah, it’s like, it’s like hooves, on wood–

Oh. Hooves. On wood.

The pig house, which currently contains two enormous sows and 21 smallish pigs, is like, thirty feet away. It has a wooden floor. A raised wooden floor, such as would sound hollow when trodden upon by an animal with hooves. Such as, perhaps, a pig. Enough for sound to carry on a damp night, if not normally.

It’s the goddamn pigs. One of them got up and then all of them had to rearrange.

I mean, I can still be nervous, because why would one of them get up, they’re not very excitable. But still.

It’s stopped now. They’re asleep. It’s just my neighbors the pigs.

Though if you find me dead later, it probably wasn’t.

(this wouldn’t post, so I had to delete it, and I couldn’t save the tags as such, so here they are: OH NO NOT FUNNYadventures in the creepy woodsyurtlifefarm lifei also have a neighbor back at the creepy 18th century barnhe’s an injured turkey in the turkey hospitali.e. the chick brooderhe’s lonely in therebut his brothers and sisters would peck him to deathhe survived the Great Coyote Attackoh fuck what was THAT noisei am either going to sleep really well or not at all tonightit’s dead fucking still so i can hear everythingand there’s a lot of life in this neighborhood

beautifullights1: morethanonepage: hypersexualized/sex god poe dameron tropes are obviously...

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morethanonepage:

hypersexualized/sex god poe dameron tropes are obviously annoying and terrible for a lot of reasons, but fundamentally, like, no way that dude has broken a bed unless it was by trying to get BB-8 on it because he was afraid the BB would get lonely on the floor.

Nerd-pilot bachelor Poe and his devoted companion BB-8 are this century’s dream team. 

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jedipilotstorm: #can u believe he took off right after...

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#can u believe he took off right after regaining consciousness & ran that far in that fucking suit in the fucking desert #bc he was so worried about the dude he met not an hour ago #& that idiot went the opposite direction to look for him #god they r so lame (via @finnnpoe)