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I was on my way to Harvard University with my girlfriend, Kate. We were driving in the '12 Mustang my dad bought before he was murdered. You see, I was a farm boy from Kansas *sigh* me and my dad would always set scarecrows in the field where he worked most of the year. My brother and I fought about who would set the scarecrow for Halloween that year (1997) about half a mile away from the farmhouse. I was chosen by dad to set it up. I carried the shitty little 'crow through the field to an empty post. I climbed up, with the scarecrow on my back, and readied to fix the 'crow unto the post. Just done with one hook, some... THING pulled from the post into the grass. I went down screaming, as that thing ripped the scarecrow apart. I was struggling to get the damned thing off my back, as that animal was pulling as hard as it could. |
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There is a well hidden trick on Google, and is Google Satanic. I know people who fell victim to this page, and tell them not at all pleasant. You'll spend the worst moment of your life. Among those victims was my best friend and me. I really do not want talk about it, but I have to say, not to live the same experience as me. If you search Google Satanic in Google or another search engine, you will not find anything. But one thing no one has ever tested, is to be connected to a network, that has not been identified, as I'm using right now. Myself, I had cut off the internet, because he did the homework, and I took advantage of it when my parents slept, and used the notebook. One day, I invite my best friend to my house, I see a little worried. He tells me I hear about a legend of a Google secret. My parents would not let us use the notebook to find out about this hidden Google, and I said I was going to walk with my best friend, and make them take the notebook to sleep, a place where no one. We try to find some sign of internet, because he lived in a field, and found one, and saw that it came from an abandoned house. Would not go for fear that something happens to us, but we had the courage to do. Upon entering, we saw that there was a desk that only had a modem. The house was very small. We connect the notebook, charger, mouse, and then connect the internet. The Internet was called ivanCorverfit, and connect, no password asked us to what we made it easier to connect. Already connected, we entered into Google, and Google put Satanic. We believe that nothing was known about this, but we were wrong. Giving enter, appeared a page that said "Google Satanic: The Door to Hell", and the url www.googlesatanic.com. I regret having entered the site, until today. <i><b>([[Google Satanic |Read more...]])</b></i> |
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I finally slipped the scarecrow, still screaming for my dad. I could hear him yelling for me. I looked back and saw it. A man hunched over, with talons in place of fingernails. He appeared to be a starving old man, who looked to be over 100 years old. He... sorry, IT charged me, as I looked into its black sockets for eyes. Dad showed with his sawed-off shotgun, "Pacemaker", but it was too fast for him. One of its talons pierced his chest, while Pacemaker's bullet pierced the old man's chest. Both fell to the ground, dead. Or so I thought. |
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When the police arrived, they didn't find that man's body. Nor did they find any corpse at the crime scene. All they found was Pacemaker, which the police gave to me, and a sentence. It was a threat, left by the "Old Man". "Your father killed me. Now I'm going to kill YOU!" <i><b>([[Jeff The Killer vs. The Rake |Read more...]])</b></i> |
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Revision as of 05:37, 1 September 2023
I was on my way to Harvard University with my girlfriend, Kate. We were driving in the '12 Mustang my dad bought before he was murdered. You see, I was a farm boy from Kansas *sigh* me and my dad would always set scarecrows in the field where he worked most of the year. My brother and I fought about who would set the scarecrow for Halloween that year (1997) about half a mile away from the farmhouse. I was chosen by dad to set it up. I carried the shitty little 'crow through the field to an empty post. I climbed up, with the scarecrow on my back, and readied to fix the 'crow unto the post. Just done with one hook, some... THING pulled from the post into the grass. I went down screaming, as that thing ripped the scarecrow apart. I was struggling to get the damned thing off my back, as that animal was pulling as hard as it could.
I finally slipped the scarecrow, still screaming for my dad. I could hear him yelling for me. I looked back and saw it. A man hunched over, with talons in place of fingernails. He appeared to be a starving old man, who looked to be over 100 years old. He... sorry, IT charged me, as I looked into its black sockets for eyes. Dad showed with his sawed-off shotgun, "Pacemaker", but it was too fast for him. One of its talons pierced his chest, while Pacemaker's bullet pierced the old man's chest. Both fell to the ground, dead. Or so I thought.
When the police arrived, they didn't find that man's body. Nor did they find any corpse at the crime scene. All they found was Pacemaker, which the police gave to me, and a sentence. It was a threat, left by the "Old Man". "Your father killed me. Now I'm going to kill YOU!" (Read more...)
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