In the Drawer
This event takes place between June 5th 2009 and June 7th 2009
Hello, I am Gordon McRing, 2nd eldest brother of the McRing brothers, and a 20 year old. My brother Andrew screwed up his life and went to the mental hospital last year, and I've never seen him since. My parents are dead because of the thing which nearly killed Andrew.
I live in a Ccountry house in the middle of a lot of fields in California. I live by myself, and this is the freaky story which happened to me too...
The Story
"Good morning world!" I cheered as I woke out of my bed. I yawned and walked into my closet. My beechwood drawers were there as normal, with their solid-gold handles. I opened them to pull out my clothes.
Until something caught my eye...
A carving in the side of the top drawer was carved in the shape of a horse galloping through fields.
"How'd that get there?" I asked myself, I stepped away from the drawers and shrugged it off.
Ding dong, the doorbell rang, a letter had fell through my letterbox. I lazily brought it inside and read it,
Dear, Gordon Jack McRing
I have written this poem especially for you,
Galloping through fields on a deep brown horse,
Galloping as we go.
We hunt you down and rip out your heart,
Through rain or even snow.
From,
A deep bloodstain was where the name was meant to be, I was freaked out.
I remembered the horse on the drawers, and how it says 'Galloping' in the poem. So I stuttered to the drawers and pulled the top one open.
A green claw of some kind grabbed me into the drawer, I couldn't recognize the thing which pulled me inside because of the darkness.
"Don't. Tell. Anyone," a voice whispered,
"W-who is this?" I asked,
A flashlight instantly turned on, revealing a green t-shirt standing up, along with jeans and shoes.
"I won't tell anyone..." I said timidly,
"Please..." one of the shoes whimpered,
"I said I won't," I whispered,
The jeans sat down on its backside.
"If you tell someone bad things will happen," the jeans whispered.
"But... what do I not tell people about?" I said.
"Us..." the shoes answered,
"And how the hell am I fitting into this drawer, and what is the horse?"
"Don't. Tell. Him," the shoes whimpered as if they got hurt.
They kicked me out of the drawer instantly, I glanced back at the wooden carving of a horse, which I'm sure I saw turned its head.
I sprinted from the house into the endless fields. "AHH!" I screamed.
I saw a brown horse galloping through the fields too...
Galloping through fields on a deep brown horse,
Galloping as we go.
We hunt you down and rip out your heart,
Through rain or even snow.
"NOOO!" I screamed,
THE DAILY NEWS
"Gordon McRing was sent to St Burnan's Hospital for at least ix months, recovering from an unknown injury. A disease that we now have discovered and called...
Galloping through fields on a deep brown horse,
Galloping as we go.
We hunt you down and rip out your heart,
Through rain or even snow.
From, Gordon McRing..."
Credited to Castlemore
Originally uploaded on March 3, 2012
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