Strayan Ghost

My name is Ken Oathcarn and I live in teh Blue Mountains - near Sydney, Australian.

I was on my balcony getting maggotted when the light in the spotty smashed. I was too off my face to head down to Bunnings to get a new one and a sausage sizzle. Plus it was the middle of the night - they don't have the sausage sizzle in the middle of the night.

That's when I heard it - like two stones scraping together. It got louder and louder and closer and closer. I got scared and ran inside. After locking the door I called the cops. Then I passed out on the couch.

I awoke to the cops knocking on my door. His name was Steve.

"Fuckingdrunkcunt" he said under his breath.

"Fuckingdrunkcunt? What is a fuckingdrunkcunt? Is it some kind of mythical creature in Aboriginal stories"

"Yes. The fuckingdrunkcunt goes down to the bottlo gets maggotted and calls us cops wasting our fucking time." With that the cop drove off.

The next night I was freaked out. I had to smoke a couple of durries to calm my nerves. I heard something on the porch. I ran all over the house to get away.

But I left the bedroom window open. I heard it climbing in. I grabbed a crowbar and ran to the room.

There was a crouched figure in the corner of the room. I raised the crowbar and smashed it down. "Thefuck you did that for!" shouted the figure.

I flicked the light on. It was Davo. "I ran out of beer mate and you have a go at me with the crowbar. I thought you were away so I dropped in to grab a few."

"Oh Davo," I said and cracked open a cold one each.

We sat on the porch. Then we heard a sound. Could it be the "fuckingdrunkcunt"?

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Credited to teambob 

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