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12/28/08(Sun)04:27 No.24832650  There was a time when I tried to solve the mystery. And I have a story to tell.
Well
I was at Stonehenge a few years ago. Since the druids were supposed to
have built it, I figured it was a good place to start. So I went there,
every day for a week just examining it. There was a presence there, you
could feel it.
But the one day I went there, it was raining
and a man with a raincoat was standing there gazing at it. I tried
sparking conversation with him and we talked about the weather and
things like that. Until I finally said something I regret every single
day. "There's a mystery here, isn't there?" He looked at me with a face
of pure horror, my God it was a face I'll never forget as long as I
live. He looked as if he just saw Satan himself.
So I ran. And
then I ran some more. To be honest I lost track of how much running I
did. I tried to get it out of my head that night, and I did for a
while. Until I slept. The dreams I had were just unable to be
described. But every time I managed to fall back asleep. Eventually, I
had a dream so bad I woke up. The look on my face from what I had just
seen must have looked like that man.
Just let it go /v/. This one is too sinister for any of us. |
