My Grandfather fought in the second world gravy war and he told me the scariest story I've ever heard

He and his squadmates had just been given orders to clear out a bunker full of the bad guys. It was dark. It was stormy. He could barely see. When he arrived at the bunker he found it already deserted, but there were vats everywhere. They were human sized and reeked of bad smells.

He was terrified to open them but his radio commander commanded him over the radio to check. The vats were full of rancid gravy. And next thing he knew his squad had stripped nude and were smearing it all over themselves. Some of them even immersed themselves in the vats while erotically moaning and snorting. And then he found himself dumping handfuls of gravy down his pants and smearing it all over his regions. He could not stop. Some of his squad actually drowned in the vats, and the remaining members began eating the gravy from the drowned squadmates mouth, nose, and ears. Oh and butt too.

He said it felt like heaven and to this day he sleeps with rancid gravy packed between his legs.

Also he's a skeleton boo!

---

Credited to dopey_giraffe 

Comments • 0

Loading comments...