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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">There’sThere's only so much you can do at 6 in the morning while pumped with caffeine. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">You can stare at the ceiling for 4 hours and move on with your life, watch porn or switch to cocaine. I always choose the latter. It’sIt's good while it lasts. Or maybe the last two at the same time. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Alright, with that out of the way, let me tell you about the time where the sweet face of safety hid itself behind fear and disgust and changed my life… </span></p>life...
Forever...
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Forever… </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I was an intern at a local county fair, learning the psychological principles of the human mind, trying to figure out our own squishy sponge between our ears, and also taking the time to take the ferris wheel for some spins, when I stumbled upon this old lady.</span></p>
She looked so depressed she sucked all the happiness from me, so I wanted to slap her in the neck, but when I tried to, she reversed and DDT'd me to the floor. I thought something wasn't right, but I couldn't point my finger at it, so I got up. I asked why was she so depressed. She whispered that she'd seen "the ungodly face of evil" and that "no one is safe".
[[File:Oldlady.jpg|thumb|For those of you that don't know, this is an old lady.]]
Next thing I know, she gave me a piece of paper, and on it, the following message:
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">She looked so depressed she sucked all the happiness from me, so I wanted to slap her in the neck, but when I tried to, she reversed and DDT’d me to the floor. I thought something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t point my finger at it, so I got up. I asked why was</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> she</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> so depressed. She whispered that she</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">'d</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> seen “the ungodly face of evil” and that “no one is safe”. </span></p>
"*very creepy coordinates, use your imagination. Hint: it involved a 3*"
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Next thing I know, she gave me a piece of paper, and on it, the following message: </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I noticed that the coordinates were written with a black pen, and it seemed like the author was in a hurry. </span></p>▼<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“*very creepy coordinates, use your imagination. Hint: it involved a 3*” </span></p>
Oh, yeah, the paper was made of blood. (Originality FTW)
▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I noticed that the coordinates were written with a black pen, and it seemed like the author was in a hurry. </span></p>
I went home, entered Google Maps, and searched the sequence of numbers and letters, only to find a street a few blocks away from the county fair.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Oh, yeah, the paper was made of blood. (Originality FTW) </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I took my bike and carried on his wayward. “All"All this…”this...", I thought, “It"It doesn’tdoesn't make sense…sense... What was that old lady talking about? Why did she give me the coordinates? Why me? ”". </span></p>▼<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language: EN-US"> went home, entered Google Maps, and searched the sequence </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">of numbers and letters</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">, only to find a street a few blocks away from the county fair. </span></p>
I'd soon find out.
▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I took my bike and carried on his wayward. “All this…”, I thought, “It doesn’t make sense… What was that old lady talking about? Why did she give me the coordinates? Why me?”. </span></p>
When I arrived at my destination, night had fallen upon me, and it was fucking scary, because darkness.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I’d soon find out. </span></p>
The street was... How should I put this...
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When I arrived at my destination, night had fallen upon me, and it was fucking scary, because darkness. </span></p>
Empty.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The street was… How should I put this... </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">No houses, no street lamps, nothing. I thought I ended up in the wrong street, and got prepared to be raped by some asshole hiding in a ditch, when I saw this 18<sup>th</sup>18th century house. </span></p>▼<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Empty. </span></p>
It looked abandoned, therefore, spooky, but I put my bike down and went inside.
▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">No houses, no street lamps, nothing. I thought I ended up in the wrong street, and got prepared to be raped by some asshole hiding in a ditch, when I saw this 18<sup>th</sup> century house. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The door felt like it was made of Legos, so I Leroy Jenkins’dJenkins'd inside, and took a look around: dusty, old furniture in the middle of a cobweb infested room and some torture instruments lying around in the floor. </span></p>▼<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">It looked abandoned, therefore, spooky, but I put my bike down and went inside. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I explored the division, and found another door. This time, there was a hallway behind it. When I went through, the door shut itself. At this point, I felt something wasn’twasn't right. I opened it again. Turned around. Slam. Opened it. Turned. Slam. Opened. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Slowly t</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">urnedturned, but this quickly looking back. Slam. Missed it. Opened. Tu- Oh, fuck it. </span></p>▼▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The door felt like it was made of Legos, so I Leroy Jenkins’d inside, and took a look around: dusty, old furniture in the middle of a cobweb infested room and some torture instruments lying around in the floor. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">There was only one door in the end of the hallway. When I got close, blood started to come out beneath it. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> I thought it was a glitch, so I ignored it. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> But when I got even closer, the blood started to consume the door, so I screamed. I wasn’twasn't going to touch that. No, no old lady would tell me what to do. I curled into a ball and a demon invaded my thoughts. For some reason. </span></p>▼▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I explored the division, and found another door. This time, there was a hallway behind it. When I went through, the door shut itself. At this point, I felt something wasn’t right. I opened it again. Turned around. Slam. Opened it. Turned. Slam. Opened. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Slowly t</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">urned, but this quickly looking back. Slam. Missed it. Opened. Tu- Oh, fuck it. </span></p>
"I'm waiting for you... Dik Dik Van Dik..."
▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">There was only one door in the end of the hallway. When I got close, blood started to come out beneath it.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> I thought it was a glitch, so I ignored it.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> But when I got even closer, the blood started to consume the door, so I screamed. I wasn’t going to touch that. No, no old lady would tell me what to do. I curled into a ball and a demon invaded my thoughts. For some reason. </span></p>
"How do you know my name?"
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I’m waiting for you... Dik Dik Van Dik…” </span></p>
But before he could answer me, he disappeared. Apparently, I was in a coma for four years. Somehow, my phone battery didn't run out so I could conveniently see the date through the calendar of my Nokia.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">"</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">How did you know my name?” </span></p>
I was still in the same place, which was weird, and the door was still in front of me.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">But before </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">he could answer me</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">, he disappeared. Apparently, I was in a coma for four years. Somehow, my phone battery didn’t run out so I could conveniently see the date through the calendar of my Nokia. </span></p>
I twisted the knob.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I was still in the same place, which was weird, and the door was still in front of me. </span></p>
And there it was.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I twisted the knob. </span></p>
The old lady. Wait, wha-
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">And there it was. </span></p>
"Oh! You came! What took you so long?"
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The old lady. Wait, wha- </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After that, she made tea, and we talked about our pets. She was really nice and anticlimactic, and even offered to call a cab. All she wanted was some help cutting the lawn, and seeing I was full of packs, I was the perfect candidate. My family might’vemight've thought I was dead for a while so I called them, and it was all very emotional and shit, and I went home. </span></p>▼<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Oh! You came! What took you so long?” </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> </span></p>
After that day, though...
▲<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After that, she made tea, and we talked about our pets. She was really nice and anticlimactic, and even offered to call a cab. All she wanted was some help cutting the lawn, and seeing I was full of packs, I was the perfect candidate. My family might’ve thought I was dead for a while so I called them, and it was all very emotional and shit, and I went home. </span></p>
My phone never ran out of battery.
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">My phone never ran out of battery.</span></p>
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