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notbecauseofvictories
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“ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy…”
ooh was it the creepypasta about the staircases in the woods? I love that one, it’s so horrific
IT WAS and I KNEW as I was like halfway into it I was like no my brain isn’t going to let go of this, i have to, i really really have to, i have to stop reading oh that’s so fascinating no oh god stop, self, stop!!! and then there I am, I’ve just set up this yurt in the fucking woods and it’s dark at 5pm and I gotta go out there with my flashlight past the barn from fucking 1789 or whatever with the hulking shapes of dead tractors and whatnot and WHYYY
notbecauseofvictories replied to your post “ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy…”
…………she said, realizing too late that she should have read the whole post (sorry!)
LOLOL no no, this made me laugh really hard. i really want to go back and reread the stories because they were goddamn deliciously horrifying and creepy and you know this farm has been under continuous cultivation since about 1774 and there’s probably some pretty sick shit that’s happened on the back forty and I’m probably sleeping on an ancient native grave site or something we just don’t know it’s right by the creek and running water has a kind of drawing affect on supernatural actiSTOP IT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME oh good, the wind picked up and the thing is trying to claw through next to my head again, thanks wind
notbecauseofvictories
replied to your post
“ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy…”
ooh was it the creepypasta about the staircases in the woods? I love that one, it’s so horrific
IT WAS and I KNEW as I was like halfway into it I was like no my brain isn’t going to let go of this, i have to, i really really have to, i have to stop reading oh that’s so fascinating no oh god stop, self, stop!!! and then there I am, I’ve just set up this yurt in the fucking woods and it’s dark at 5pm and I gotta go out there with my flashlight past the barn from fucking 1789 or whatever with the hulking shapes of dead tractors and whatnot and WHYYY
notbecauseofvictories replied to your post “ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy…”
…………she said, realizing too late that she should have read the whole post (sorry!)
LOLOL no no, this made me laugh really hard. i really want to go back and reread the stories because they were goddamn deliciously horrifying and creepy and you know this farm has been under continuous cultivation since about 1774 and there’s probably some pretty sick shit that’s happened on the back forty and I’m probably sleeping on an ancient native grave site or something we just don’t know it’s right by the creek and running water has a kind of drawing affect on supernatural actiSTOP IT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME oh good, the wind picked up and the thing is trying to claw through next to my head again, thanks wind
