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Horror Story!
“Get ready for some goose bumps!”
“A winding tale as crooked as the antagonist!”
“A delightful romp through terror and whatever nightmares are made of!”
A long-abandoned journal, buried alive in the dust of time, tells the terrifying tale of a solitary man losing his mind. Or was he? Each entry in this personal diary descends further down into the dream world of all things bizarre and macabre. A true to life tale of terror or the anxious jittering of a disturbed mind? You decide…..
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Horror Story!
“It’s a strange story. The item that lay before you is a work that I myself know very little about. I’ll tell you what I know and introduce it the best that I can, but I feel you may find it unsatisfying…
Down one of those paths was a small cabin. It appeared to have been abandoned for quite some time. Good shape for the most part, but it looked like the animals had been in and out of there regularly. Trees growing from the moss covered roof and claw marks dug deep into the logs. Clothing, dishes, bottles, and bits of torn paperback novels littered the ground and pointed the way inside like the breadcrumbs of Hansel and Gretel. It was still, but not peaceful, it seemed unnaturally dark when compared to the kind of angelic light we had been enjoying all day. The windows were busted out so the breeze walked through with ease, but the air still had the slightest odor. Not a stench, but not the weightless and refreshing air we were enjoying at the creek. It felt, well, I’m not sure. The more time I was in there to more unnerving it became….
Upon the little wooden table was a notebook. The dust was so thick I could hardly make out any writing. I wiped it off though and saw that there was indeed writing. I call it writing, it looked like the kind of scratchings a chipmunk would make if you gave him a pen and then had him chase an acorn. I flipped back and saw that it wasn’t all that way. The handwriting became more legible the more I turned the pages. And not just handwriting, there were pictures too. Drawings and paintings, many of which have been included in this book. Some were just too disturbing to include…
This book is a transcript of that journal, or at least an attempt at it. Enjoy it if you can and remember, no one is watching you. Probably.”
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Rhyming Story
The Snooglie Booglie Gleefully Eyes Prospector Pete’s Untimely Demise!
It was many and many a year ago,
In a cabin snuggled among the trees
That an old timer there lived whom you may know
By the name of Prospector Pete.
This old timer he lived, he sought and he thought
To prove true the ruse of the Snooglie Booglie.
I ran so wicked and wild, he pursued me for miles
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees.
It was there that I eyed his untimely demise
I and my Prospector Pete
With grit and with guile we danced and we
Danced he and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees
A full moon did alight and light up the night
Leading the way for the brave Prospector Pete
Flying his sled so fast and so free
Over snow and Ice and overflow bleak!
Chasing the lore of the Snooglie Booglie
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees
Nature, ever so clever, played one hand better
Ending the game for he and for me
Yes that was the reason (as all can see
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees)
That the ice opened wide and swallowed his life
Thrilling and chilling my Prospector Pete
But that game it goes on long after that life is gone
Contrary to the mythos of those older than we
And to the wisdom of those far wiser than we
The man did arise gliding in and out of moonlight
More than alright was he, he was Prospector Pete
Chasing the lore of the Snooglie Booglie
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees
Each flake of the snow whispers the woe
Fallen on Prospector Pete
And the Northern Lights illumine the nights
I ride with Prospector Pete
He’s faster than ever, than Nature more clever
Our chase never severed nor wilted nor weathered
The game it goes on and on and on
We dance on and on and on and on.
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