Dark Road
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So I was alone, walking a dark road at night, because the greedy busdriver demanded money for a bus ticket. Fuck you, busdriver! The moonlit sky was obscured by the occational cloud, and owls hooted in the dark forest around me. Then I heard something...
Behind was a sound, as if two pieces of wood slammed down on the asfalt in quick succesion. I turned around, but nothing was there. I had walked but a few meters when I heard the same again, turned around and still nothing. I started to walk again, when a full cacophany of woodslamming, accompanied with violin music began behind me! As I turned around this time, I saw it!
A full line of black clad apparitions doing some sort of rythmic tapdance, with Irish sounding violin music in the background, they were moving towards me. Their bodies were stiff, as if stricken with riger mortis, their faces blank and gaunt, in place of their eyes were dark sockets filled with a ghastly green light.
Quickly, I threw the rocks I keep in my pocket at them, yet they kept dancing closer. Fighting seemed pointless, so I turned to flee, followed by the line of ghost dancers, who moved like a wave or a river or something. As they crept closer the music became more intense...
Hoping the terrain would work to my advantage, I moved off the road and into the woods. The sound of the tapdancing became muffled as my pursuers treaded the softer surface of the forest floor, but they were still on my tail. Clouds covered the moon, so I couldn't see the ground in front of me, or should I say lack of, as I unwittingly plunged of a cliff...
And landed in a crate full of blow-up sexdolls. As I climbed out, I saw at the top of the cliff, the linedancer ghosts staring down at me. I lost my footing, and fell down and banged my head against the ground. All turned black...
I awoke as a bright light shined down on me. Disoriented, I heard a voice "Serves you right, you filthy pervert. I can't believe how many townsfolk sneak in here for a quickie in the used sexdoll bin!" "Uhh, what?" I replied "I was being chased by riverdancing ghosts." A security guard looked down on me with a sour face. "That's what they all say, ever since that accident where a dance troup crashed and burned! The Deu Sex Machine Company doesn't allow trespassing, now get out before I call the cops!"
I walked the rest of the way home, wondering how much disgusting stuff were in the used sexdoll bin, I realized something! I actually had enough money for the bus ticket after all. This whole embarrasing incident with the sexdolls and the security guard could have been avoided!
Credited to Somedudethatisbored
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