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Deep in our attic... where it is VERY DARK AND NO ONE EVER GOES BECAUSE THE LOCK IS RUSTY AND CREAKS. |
Deep in our attic... where it is VERY DARK AND NO ONE EVER GOES BECAUSE THE LOCK IS RUSTY AND CREAKS. |
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I was looking for something kind of ancient I could make into a bowl so my parents |
I was looking for something kind of ancient I could make into a bowl so my parents wouldn't miss it. Then, under a stack of at least 15-20 upside down bibles and TV guides I found it. |
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A golden fiddle. It was covered in dust. |
A golden fiddle. It was covered in dust. |
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I was amazed and terrified because it was covered in runes and like a lot of |
I was amazed and terrified because it was covered in runes and like a lot of 6's and I could see the face of an old man with a long white beard and a giant cowboy hat staring at me from deep within its case. Then it began to play by itself. This was not cool because usually fiddles have players. |
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Then my grandpa Jonathan came up to the attic. HIS EYES WERE OPEN AND SHIFTED. He told me |
Then my grandpa Jonathan came up to the attic. HIS EYES WERE OPEN AND SHIFTED. He told me "now you know my secret. Once upon a time I was in a fiddling contest with the devil. That golden fiddle was my reward." |
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I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! |
I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! |
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The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said: |
The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said: "If you didn't actually win the Golden fiddle, where is your soul… are... are… you the DEVIL????!!!" |
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My Grandpa was like |
My Grandpa was like "Shit… I sold the actual golden fiddle for groceries and meth in the late 90's when the peach farm went under. I just really like the story I guess." |
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I was like |
I was like "oh. OK" |
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Anyway, an old homeless man is in my attic playing a spray painted fiddle |
Anyway, an old homeless man is in my attic playing a spray painted fiddle |