I don't believe in specific paranormal things but I saw something
Originally posted on Reddit
So I was totally walking my dog down the street the other day. I never use a leash because my dog is a person too and you know, I prefer to consider him a "sapienly-challenged, canine inclined individual". Which makes me feel bad about calling him a dog so... Me and my homeslice Buster were cruising down the parkway the other night, like we do. When Buster says to be, "Hey man, bark bark bark." And I'm like, "Oh you wanna go to the park? See some trees. We can do that shit." So I let Buster lead the way, walking under the foggy street lamps in the cool evening. The sky is awash with stars... Like four or five.
I don't know why I said awash, light pollution really blots out most of them. I'm really getting into creative writing these days so I might digress a bit, use some unnecessarily flowery language. But I swear, this all happened just 30 minutes ago and I am still shaking.
I don't believe what I saw. But first, Buster and I are cruising down the gravelly sidewalk, under the amber street lamps. When I shout, "Hey Buster, don't sniff that disgusting fucking hobo!" And I have a moment of introspection, because I realize, "Hey self - this is a fucking disgusting individual. He might be in a hard place of his life. Who are you to judge?" So the hobo gets up from out of the dumpster and I realize that he doesn't have a face!!!
All I can see is his yellow teeth in the darkness. It's just utter blackness. I'm terrified, and start running. But as I run, I realize I forgot Buster. And I have a moment of reflection and say, "Damn, self! You are one stank-ass racist. You just dehumanized that fucking disgusting hobo because his face was not visible in the light. You should go back and apologize. Even though you didn't say anything to him directly." So I head back and Buster is looooong gone. And I realize that the hobo it's too! So here I am, the cool night air brushing against my exposed scrotum (I like to go out in drag at night, commando in my skirt) and that's when across the way I see what looks like a stick figure with giant bat wings crawling feet first up the Walgreens to the roof! It performs a sacrificial ritual, bloodletting a unicorn onto a stone altar, before opening a purple interdimensional portal, through which I see a million faces clamoring to escape and they all look just like me! So I walk on back to my house, and Buster greets me at the door and I say, "You know Buster, I think it's time to do a little journaling on reddit." So I plop myself on my futon and start writing, because I'm just so overwhelmed. I'm just shaking. That's it, just shaking. And I am frantically typing. Didn't even think to take a photo. But I made sure to really set the scene and provide a view of what's going on in my head through the whole experience. Because I know what you're looking for is a story where I show, don't tell. That's the way evidence is gathered on these "true" subreddits.
Credited to itchybuttorbit
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