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'''Q:''' What did Mr. Horse do to the kids.
'''A:''' Point of advice, Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. But, the most I can give you guys at the moment, is that the police found 15 child corpse's in
That's all folks! But Belive me, there will be more.
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But wait! There's more! I wake up in my hospital bed. Im done with this story for now. I'm gonna get into uni, get a car, get a lisence then go on. This is my signing off.[[Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck]]
== Another Udate ftw.[[Category:Im died]] ==
On today, I finally got my halimachopter licence (in no countries as this one is illegal, it allows you to fly helimachopters.). Of course, I did jack shit with this and used my KAR instead. I drove down to Ferring to see the infamous hellhole where my ruined childhood was located. The house looked very dirty, and was definitely abandoned. At the door I found an NES cartridge at the entrance, covered in dirt. I blew it and saw a Docter Jekyll and mr Hyde cartridge. I shit my self, dropped it and stomped on it violently, just as my brother James would have done. There was a for sale sign next to the door slash left out of so long ago, showing someone still owned the house. I decided to leave before someone filled my chest with a buckshot round, but my body decided otherwise.
The abanonded house drew several memories in my mind. Mainley of the day slash was there, and when Mr. Horse wasn't. A strange feeling came over me as I thought of what happened to the teens. I looked through the door, seeing at the end of the hall a Guns 'N Roses™ poster on the wall.
To the left of that Poster was an open door, presumably to the kitchen. Because I was mental, I decided to go up to the attic, to see of it had been closed off, and if it wasn't, possibly look around. As I waltzed up the rickety stairs, I felt uneasy, and I seriously hoped the house was empty, thankfully it was. The attic was sealed off by a boarded up door, like the sort you woulds see in low budget Zombie movies, or the kind in houses located in shreks swamp. I didn't want to hang around, so I left.
Behind the house, was the exit to the cave. Behind the cave was a swamp, I wondered if this was the swamp the child corpses were found. I thought to myself "YOLO" and I proceeded to go further into the damp swamp. The swamp was oddly quiet, with the occasional gunshot sound sounding another dead creature. I continued deeper and deeper into the swamp, not caring that if I got lost, I would have no choice but to use Ios 6 maps. (or as I like to call it, I os 666 faps). I arrived at a small village, boarded up similarly to the attic door in Mr Horse's Rapey Place™. I wondered if one of these houses was Izzy's. I went on and arrived at a small clearing, with a small pile of ashes, showing that a small fire had been lit, earlier on.
"WHAT, ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!111" Those words nearly gave me a heart attack. I turned 180 degrees and saw a teen wearing a shrek costume and another teen wearing an EVIL PATRIXXX costume running towards me. My iniatal thought was to imagine my self in happy place, curl up in a ball and suck my thumb, but when I realised they were just kids, I simply stood my ground. "We said... Get the fuck out of here!" said the larger one in the shrek suit half-heartedly. I shrugged. The smaller on took out a bare circuit board and held it in my direction. I got out my Iphone and said "Wouldn't do that". In an immense deep voice, almost as deep as Mr Horse in that one episode.
The two teens withdrew, even though they and I knew perfectly well I wouldn't get any signal, with the one in the EVL PATRIXXX costume putting away the bare circuit board. "Look dude, I don't like people in my swamp. Can you just get the fuck out? Otherwise I'll have to shrek you, and I don't wanna do that." I uttered a simple yet also quite advanced comeback in a plain "Fine. But fuck you." as I turned I realised I had a good opportunity. "You hear of a guy that murdered a load of kids around here in a horse mask about 666 years ago?". The two looked at each other in confusion and the one in an EVL PATRIXXX costume replied "Yeah, EVERYONE knows about him." he said to me as if half of my brain was missing. The guy in the shrek costume said "Yeah, my big brother said he saw him at the storm drain, doing drugs."
My instincts told me this was probably a big load of horseshit they told me out in spite of me entering their 'Fort'. The owner of Ferring local 01189998819991197253 was long gone for sure, only existing as folklore passed down from generation to generation to generation. "Where is this storm drain?" (This wasn't out of curiosity, I was the most gullible person ever. Seriously. Someone took my lungs over it.). The kid in the PATRIXXX costume said "You ain't from round here, are you? Why the fuck did you even come here?" I explained my whole story, about when I watched the show, with slash, Izzy, the house, EVERYTHING. and that I needed to seek out some closure, and get rid of the loose ends that still run rampant in my mind.
The kids seem familiar with the Mythical Ferring Local and gave me a pretty decent description on how to get to the storm drain.I Chucked em a Tenner each, and walked in the opposite direction to the storm drain. I went back to my shit fiat, with even the tape deck broken. Some dickhead shoved a copy of oblivion in it before I got it. Anyway, I am going to conclude what I have gathered for now. When all this is ogre, I'll go to the storm drain, and see if this 'ManHorse of mystery' does still roam this place, even though I dought it. I'm done for now. I feel like for now, my well of information is running dry.
I thank you all for taking interest in my trollpasta, It means a lot to me. But, I will continue my research into this topic for now, this Joey, Signing off.
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