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Anonymous !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 18:44:00 No.9758698 View View Reply Original Report

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Hi, /x/. I'm relatively new here, but not to the preternatural. Honestly (and I don't know why) I just never thought there would be an entire, free-form forum devoted to the paranormal, but that just shows you how much I'm about on the net.

I suppose I have my boss to thank for this- he hated the internet, and especially forum boards, but I think he was a bit paranoid about it.

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd like to tell you all about my time in college, when I came into contact with a man I would come to call "boss". Of course, he wasn't really my boss, but I ended up calling him that because of his attitude and his better command of paranormal knowledge than mine.

I was always really interested in the supernatural, ever since I was a kid, since I grew up in an incredibly active house with a few other buildings, so that's saying a lot. By the time I'd gotten into college, I was more concerned with things like grades and essays, but I liked reading up on supernatural stuff when I got the chance.

I met my Boss through an event that one of my friends invited me to. It was a department-sponsored event, and one of my friends had an extra ticket, so she brought me along. My friend actually introduced me to him after the literature reading, calling him over from the food table, and saying I would be interesting to him, because he knew a crazy lot about hauntings and stuff, too.

I was wondering if he was going to be one of those super awkward people, but he ended up being very charming. I was pleasantly surprised by this, of course, even when he subjected me to a battery of questions.

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Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 19:58:00 No.9758942 Report

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Anyway, my friend had already given me the rundown on this guy. He was a grad student going for his degree in communications and library science. But he was a huge paranormal buff, and was pretty famous in his circle of friends for it.

So as he asked me these slew of questions, he got more and more excited. He said I was one of the most "promising" people he'd talked to, and, if possible, he wanted to talk to me more about my experiences. I told him I'd like that, and we hit it off pretty well. In fact, we all ended up leaving the event together, my friend, my boss, and I, and hanging out at an eatery downtown.

He continued asking questions far into the night (my friend had to go home early because she had a test the next day in Psych), and it was nearly three by the time I got back home.

But afterwards, my boss and I became pretty fast friends.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 20:07:00 No.9758973 Report

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After our first meeting, I saw him a lot more often. Since he worked in the library (and I ended up there a lot), we often got together after he got out of work. Sometimes we would go out for dinner, but often we would just get some brandy (which he preferred over everything else) and hang out at his place.

Since I was (only slightly) underage, he was pretty strict about me having only a little bit at a time, but I'd always end up passing out at his place.

One of the things about my boss you have to understand is that he has almost literally zero in the way of self-preservation. He lived in an old house he was renting from some professors, so the locks in the house were shoddy, but he never even bothered locking the doors.

This always made me super nervous, and he assured me that he'd had a few break-ins before. Once, a mentally unstable man had even broken into his bedroom in the dead of night (completely naked, he added), climbed on top of my boss's chest, and threatened him with a knife.

So, it was always with a heavy heart that I dropped off to sleep, and it just so happened he had a break-in once while I was there.

I had woken up from a sound sleep because my legs were cramping from the cold. I kept getting a breeze on my feet (which were somehow exposed) and I woke up, thinking the window was somehow opened.

And, at the side of the room where my boss's bed was under the window, there was a man bending over my boss's sleeping head.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 20:46:00 No.9759096 Report

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>>9758698
i hope this isn't a troll, you got me all excited and it ends now?

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 20:59:00 No.9759139 Report

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>>9758973
c'mon now

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 21:01:00 No.9759154 Report

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>>9758698
You should probably make a trip for this thread, OP.

So we don't get trolled by faggots implying "(insert thing here) doesn't real," or "and then a skelington popped out, but who was fonasaur on the floor?"

...or some such bullshit.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:26:00 No.9759498 Report

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Sorry, no ending yet. Anyway, after we were so rudely interrupted.

The guy looked definitely unbalanced. Or, if not unbalanced, he was deep in the throes of some sort of emotional turmoil, because he was crying, quietly, over the boss's head. But he didn't look really that dangerous; he looked maybe 30, with a blue-striped, white collared shirt, and slacks. But he stood, crying over my boss's bed like he was supposed to be there.

I was petrified. I didn't quite know what to do. When I finally opened my mouth to shout, he turned his head to me.

The right side of his face was missing. What I had mistook for him crying was the sound of him trying to keep his tongue inside his mouth, and his breath whistling past destroyed cartilage, bone, and flesh. His right eye jittered crazily, but his left was fixed on me.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:33:00 No.9759516 Report

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I don't know exactly what happened after that. I felt a sudden pressure in my neck, like my blood was surging, and my vision wobbled and went a little grey. I felt sick, close to throwing up, but whatever it had been only lasted a few seconds.

When I recovered, the man was gone.

He hadn't run by me, because I'm pretty sure I would have heard the door open, and the rest of the room was the same as it had always been. The window was even shut.

My boss was sitting up, looking a little pale, and he laughed a little shakily as he passed a hand over his face.

I immediately set in how we should go check the rest of the house, to make sure he wasn't there, but my boss waved his hand to head me off.

"Even if I can't lock the front door, I at least lock the bedroom door. Look." And he got up and popped the lock open to show me, and then quickly relocked it before sitting back down.

I got up and climbed up onto the bed, but, as I thought, the window was also locked. It looked like it had been that way for at least thirty years, since it had been painted over at some point.

I still have no explanation for what happened that particular night, and my boss wouldn't really explain, but he made a passing joke about "midnight visitors" often coming to console themselves at his bedside.

I have some more stories, if anyone is interested?

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:37:00 No.9759531 Report

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>>9759516
Definitely, keep it coming.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:45:00 No.9759560 Report

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Okay, here's another.

One of the times we actually went out to eat was when I was, maybe, in my junior year, and it was around midterms. We both had free time on our hands, so my boss suggested we go to a really good place he knew about.

My response was "You're the boss, boss." (which is why i called him that so much, because of his authoritative attitude), and off we went after he signed out.

I think I remember being pretty surprised when we went because I hadn't even known the place had been an actual restaurant. I think I had thought they were rennovating it.

It was an old-fashioned pizza parlor, with white and black tiles and hanging red lamps, red faux-leather stools at the front counter and blocky, hard plastic tables in the back.

The boss sat up at the front counter and jerked his chin at the thin, pimply dude manning the front and ordered his usual, and the same for me. At first, I was a little curious why he'd done this instead of letting me pick something out, but my boss assured me we weren't here for the food. We were here for the floor show.

"And besides, everything else except the pepperoni pizza here sucks." He had added dispassionately and took a bite of his slice, our orders having come suspiciously quickly.

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Gravekeeper !Grave.DxCg Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:47:00 No.9759564 Report

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>>9759560
So far so good, OP. I'm curious to see where this leads off to.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:51:00 No.9759577 Report

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As I had suspected, the slice was rather cold when I bit into it, and the cheese a little rubbery, as if it had been renuked in a microwave after sitting out too long, but I worked through it dutifully.

When I was nearly finished, my boss dropped his slice, wiped his fingers on a napkin, stood, and gestured I should follow him, mouth still full.

He lead me to the side, where the bathrooms were situated, and opened the door to the men's room, and ushered me in ahead of him. When I just stood there, completely at a loss, he grabbed me by my elbow and steered me into a stall.

I was a little weirded out, but still willing to play along when he crowded in as well, and still mutely gestured for me to sit on the tank of the old home-grade toilet.

"It's about to begin." He said, sotto voce, and stepped back from the stall door, locking it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:52:00 No.9759579 Report

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bump.

Gravekeeper !Grave.DxCg

Gravekeeper !Grave.DxCg Thu 22 Mar 2012 22:53:00 No.9759585 Report

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>>9759577
This is developing nicely.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:00:00 No.9759615 Report

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"What's about to begin?" I think I had hissed, or something like that, but then the lights in the bathroom went out with a snap.

I think I gasped or something, because I felt my boss grip my wrist to calm me down, because I was half a step away from flipping my shit.

I heard a couple of more snaps, like someone was flicking the lights, but nothing happened. The stall was dark. Then, after a few moments, one of the sinks started to spontaneously run, the water hitting the porcelain of the sink at an almost fire-hose level.

A few seconds after that, from the light of the mirror lights facing the stalls, I could see a pair of black, old-fashioned work-shoes step into view and stop in front of our stall.

The mirror lights flickered, as the person banged on our door, making the entire thing jump. I was afraid the thing was going to pop open, and I think I was so terrified at that point that I bruised my boss's arm where I was clutching it.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:07:00 No.9759644 Report

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I think I had shouted something retarded like "Who's there?" because I was more afraid than I'd ever been in my life. Something like this, I'd never experienced before. I was positive that if whoever was out there got inside our stall, we were dead.

My boss slapped a hand across my mouth, hissing at me to be quiet, as the banging took off at a new level. Fingers, dirty and oil stained, gripped the top of the stall and started to pull.

And then, abruptly, the lights came back on.

The faucet was still running but not as strongly as it had been before, and my boss was still, as if waiting. Then, mutely as he had done before, he leaned forward, unlocked the door, and pushed it open softly.

I was so terrified the thing that had been out there would still be there that my boss had to scrape me off the tank and pull me out.

"Just be glad I didn't make you sit on the seat, or he would have grabbed your ankles!" My boss had exclaimed as he pushed me bodily out into the bathroom.

The sink across from us was still gushing; I could see where the water had jettisoned and hit the ceiling above it.

But aside for this, there was nothing else in the bathroom.

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newtype06 !hCBhE7T/yc Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:07:00 No.9759645 Report

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Come on OP moar.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:17:00 No.9759707 Report

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My boss laughed at my traumatized expression, and gestured I should splash my face with the water to revive myself.

He explained how this pizza parlor was famous for male customers getting harassed and roughed up in the bathroom. It was all universally attributed to an incredibly strong man with black shoes, dirty nails, and a blue denim shirt.

"Good thing we didn't see his face. I don't think you could have handled that." When I asked if he'd seen the guy's face before, my boss responded positively that he had. "I was one of the special ones. Generally, they don't like me the most. We should get out of here before he comes back again."

The guy behind the counter was giving my boss a squinty eyed look when we re-emerged, and asked if he was tormenting the next generation, to which my boss laughed and responded he was.

It's another one of those experiences I can't really form an opinion on when I tell it. It's just so deranged. I had even checked the kid at the counter's shoes, but he was wearing sneakers, and the kid swore no-one else had come into the restaurant while we were in the bathroom.

Apparently the pizza parlor had had a high number of deaths and violent crimes done in it in it's day. Nobody knows what it is about that bathroom, or who the person might be.

Mr. Zoomifyer

Mr. Zoomifyer Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:21:00 No.9759732 Report

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Got any more experiences to share?

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:23:00 No.9759749 Report

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Keep going

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:25:00 No.9759766 Report

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>>9759732
I have, but unfortunately I have to head off for now.

Just to let you guys know, I don't see my boss anymore. In my second senior year of college, he disappeared, and he's been a missing person for about a year.

Well, I call him that, but no-one will file an actual missing person's report for him. I've tried to get ahold of his family, or anyone who might have known him outside of college, but whenever I bring him up, I get hung up on.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:28:00 No.9759781 Report

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wait don't leave, that other shit isn't important.
what's important is that you tell us more....

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:28:00 No.9759784 Report

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I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to be saving this, and adding to it when I see more of your posts.
Your stories are interesting.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:30:00 No.9759797 Report

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>>9759781
Sorry, I'll be back when I can later. Honestly, I'd like to tell you guys this.

>>9759784
No problem, hopefully I can add more soon.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Mar 2012 23:30:00 No.9759798 Report

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shit now i cant use a bathroom anymore

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 00:07:00 No.9759944 Report

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Okay, last one before I head out for work.

My boss was also really into urban myths, and he dragged me out to a couple of spots where a few things were supposed to reside. In most of these places, nothing would ever happen. We would spend a rather pleasant evening somewhere, and then head home the next morning.

However, one place I remember being vividly true. It was in a part of the state that was heavily wooded, which the locals called the Witch Woods from way back in the 1700s with the witch scare.

Legend has it that that particular part of the woods was host to some pretty gory rituals, and even the Devil himself was believed to have lived there.

There was supposed to be a particular cottage, now abandoned and close to 300 years old, deep in the woods where the most brutal shit went down, but we never went to it. My boss intended for us to take the day and find it, but we never reached that far.

We started off on the nature trail, because that was what it really was, with minimal supplies. My boss wasn't really a woodsman, and neither was I, but we had a map and he was relatively certain we'd be able to reach the cottage before noon, and get back before night fell.

Thinking back on it, it was really stupid to assume this, but we were just excited.

The beginning of the walk was rather nice- the day was a perfect walking day, and we ran into a few other trail-goers, but when we reached a small branch in the trail, almost an access path, we were already alone. It was already three in the afternoon because we'd gotten a late start, and that was when things started getting weird.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 00:13:00 No.9759967 Report

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Our cell-phones both lost reception. Being as deep in the woods as we were, it was perhaps to be expected, but my boss was pissed because he had a satellite phone, and it should have worked anywhere.

But we headed off down the small path regardless.

As we walked, we started running into clouds of blowflies, though there didn't seem to be any dead animals nearby. At a bend in the path, something crashed loudly away from us. We both stopped, but my boss smacked my hip and told me it was just a deer, and to keep moving.

It started getting extremely dark because this part of the forest was overgrown, but the trail was still rather well maintained. When we hit another branch in the woods, my boss stopped us to consider the map, and concluded grimly there was no indication on the map about this part in the woods, and we'd probably have to head back, since it was already five.

As we stood, debating whether or not to do this, we heard what was clearly a human set of feet approaching behind us rapidly.

But when we turned to meet the person, there was no-one there.

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 00:15:00 No.9759974 Report

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Pretty decent OC, OP.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 00:17:00 No.9759983 Report

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That only redoubled our opinion that we should leave, and we started back down the path with some trepidition.

Was there someone there, waiting for us?

We could only wonder this as we made our way down the path. Even my boss looked uncharacteristically apprehensive as he walked, and we gripped each other's shirts as we walked.

The footsteps sounded behind us again, at an even faster pace. They had somehow gotten behind us again, and were pursuing us down the path.

We made it our sole mission to get out of there in an hour, and throughout the entire time, those footsteps followed us.

When we finally did make it to the mouth of the park again, the summer warden was already closing up the gate, and he looked confused that a couple of sweaty college kids were coming booking it out of the park so late.

It was already eight o clock at night.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 00:54:00 No.9760103 Report

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bump because good OC

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:21:00 No.9760261 Report

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Are you a girl or boy in this story OP

good read btw

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:28:00 No.9760291 Report

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please OP!

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:46:00 No.9760382 Report

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I guess the really strange thing about this whole incident was what happened afterwards, though.

It had been summer weather, though it was really still spring, when we went on the little day trip, and by that time I was already swinging by my boss's house by my own volition outside of school.

It had been already nearly a week since I had heard from my boss when I came by that time, in early June, and the weather was unusually hot. So it was strange to find that he had all of his doors and windows shut tight, and no air-conditioning units apparent anywhere.

I knocked on the door, and when I got no answer, I decided to try the back.

I remember I circled around the house a couple of times to see if he was in before I noticed someone was gripping one of the curtains in the back. I couldn't be sure, though, because when I looked more closely, the hand was gone.

For whatever reason, this made me particularly nervous, so I let myself in, finding the door characteristically unlocked.

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:48:00 No.9760394 Report

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:57:00 No.9760432 Report

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MOAR

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:57:00 No.9760435 Report

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The house was completely silent when I let myself in, and dark. It seemed like there was no-one at home, but something made me look further.

I finally found him in his room, covers piled up on top of himself, curtains closed. From what I could see of him, he was drenched in sweat, and there were dark grey circles around his eyes.

The entire room had a strange musty, almost sickly smell, and heat rolled out of it in waves. He was certainly heat-stricken.

So I came in, opening the windows to let in air, asking my boss if he was okay, but he only responded weakly from the bed first. I almost think he said something like a name, almost sounded like "Miranda" as he sat up, and then spotted me.

"What are you doing here?" He'd asked me, completely befuddled, as if I shouldn't care about him at all. So I told him I was worried about him because I hadn't seen him at his job in a while, and I hadn't heard from him, so I came to check up on him.

But even after I was done, he just flopped back down onto his bed exhaustedly and pulled the comforters back up over his shoulder.

"Please leave." He said softly, almost whispering. "My girlfriend is coming over soon. She'll take care of me."

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 01:58:00 No.9760441 Report

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>>9758698
OP is the chemo curing /x/

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 02:04:00 No.9760475 Report

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This was the first time I'd ever heard he had a girlfriend.

"When'd you get a girlfriend?" I had asked shocked, but he looked at me in confusion as if he hadn't said anything of the sort.

I asked him if she had been bringing him anything to eat, since he looked incredibly sickly and thin, and he only nodded his head on the pillow.

"Ramen. She's been bringing me ramen." He said, the power behind his voice dropping even more. "She's been leaving it in the cupboard for me when she has to leave."

At that point I told him I'd leave him so his girlfriend would show up, promising him I'd come and check up on him again later in the day.

I did check his kitchen before I left, though, curious to see if his girlfriend was, indeed, leaving him anything to eat.

But there was nothing. Literally nothing. Not even moldy wonder bread or twenty-year-old spices. His cabinets were entirely devoid of food.

Though this had given me a little thrill of shock at first, I wondered if maybe this girlfriend of his had cleaned out his cabinets when she'd discovered he was sick.

There was no ramen in the cabinets, either, but maybe he'd eaten the package she'd left.

I had decided to shunt it to the back of my mind, and left for the time being. The whole thing didn't feel quite right.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 02:21:00 No.9760564 Report

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I decided to give it a day, and come back when he was probably feeling better. The same thing happened again, I came to check in on him, but no-one answered the door, so I let myself in.

And, again, there was the same, musty smell and radiant heat pouring from his room. It wasn't quite a sick smell, much less a human smell. It was almost like someone had let a herd of cats into the room.

And my boss was lying in the bed looking, if possible, even worse. He looked as though he were hardly breathing when I stepped in, and there were more blankets piled on top of him.

Whoever the fuck his girlfriend was, I had figured, she was a really dumb bitch.

I went to open the window again, only to find someone had nailed it shut so it wouldn't slide open.

That was when I knew there was absolutely something wrong.

But my boss was staggering to his feet and stumbling to the bathroom, hardly able to stand. I could hear him depositing whatever was in his stomach in the toilet. Or, rather, only this horrible dry-retching.

Which was weird. Even if he was only eating ramen, he should be throwing something up.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 02:21:00 No.9760566 Report

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When he had staggered back in, and I helped him back into bed, I asked him if he was throwing up a lot now, but he responded it was the first time.

Once again, alarm bells were set off in my head, but I decided to make absolutely sure.

Was his girlfriend still bringing him ramen to eat?

She was. She said he was making progress.

And his girlfriend, why did she leave him all alone when he was so sick?

No answer.

I waited, and when I realized he'd fainted, I called the paramedics, and had him taken to the hospital. He was treated for dehydration, shock, and malnutrition, and kept for a few days for observation.

When I came to check in on him, he was already looking much better, sitting up in bed and picking at his plate of hospital food.

"You should probably dump your girlfriend." I told him, half-jokingly, and mostly happy he was okay. "She was trying to kill you by feeding you nothing but ramen. It was probably the MSGs."

But my boss had given me a puzzled look as he swallowed a spoonful of oatmeal without chewing it.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He said perplexedly. "And everyone knows I hate ramen."

After he was released from the hospital, we checked out his house again, but there was still no food in the cabinets. Not even ramen.

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 02:39:00 No.9760661 Report

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>>9760566
WooooOOOOOoooOOOOOooooo!

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 02:41:00 No.9760675 Report

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>>9760566
please... continue...

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 03:01:00 No.9760781 Report

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Wait. I have the slightest feeling OP is slipping gay fantasies into our OC. I am suspicious of this OP.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 03:02:00 No.9760783 Report

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oh c'mon, i must know more!

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 03:15:00 No.9760858 Report

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>>9760661
Okay, that fucking cracked me up.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 03:42:00 No.9761015 Report

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/x/ needs more people like you.
This is gold.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 04:14:00 No.9761236 Report

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http://chanarchive.org/request_votes

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 04:24:00 No.9761313 Report

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>>9761236
Voted.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 04:46:00 No.9761448 Report

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Bump. Any more stories OP?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 05:49:00 No.9761778 Report

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bump

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 06:00:00 No.9761837 Report

Quoted By: >>9761860 >>9761981

Hey, guys, back again.

After the "ramen incident" my boss was a little different. He seemed to have a harder time distinguishing what was real and what wasn't. He would often point out something to me only he could see, or detail entire conversations I never had with him.

I was starting to fear for his mental health, but he said he was fine, and he didn't need to go see a psychologist or anything.

He became more standoffish of other people, and it became impossible to get him to come out of his house some days. He'd be seized by these intense panic attacks some days, and refuse to come out of his house. Other times, he'd almost be crying in fear because he didn't want to go into his house.

Sometimes I wonder if there really hadn't been a woman tending to him when he was sick, what had he been seeing?

However, I learned from my other friends that intensely weird behavior was not unknown to him. His home life had been pretty awful, and when he'd been a kid, apparently his mom had been on all sorts of drugs.

I know my boss would be livid if he knew I'm telling you all this, but I want you to know. And if any of you ever see him, please let him know I'm still looking for him, and I'm worried for him.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 06:04:00 No.9761860 Report

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>>9761837
what is his name?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 06:30:00 No.9761981 Report

Quoted By: >>9762010

>>9761837
Aw man, that can't be the end of the story.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 06:34:00 No.9762010 Report

Quoted By: >>9762073

>>9761981
Don't worry, it's not. I have more experiences I want to tell you.

As for his name, I think he'd be highly uncomfortable if I put it up, but I'll consider it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 06:48:00 No.9762073 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762010
ok um i guess where he used to live then if thats ok or maybe what he looks like.i dont know why but i have a strange feeling hes my step dad? stupid feeling i know but eh

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:00:00 No.9762142 Report

Quoted By:

Good read good sir. I plan to copy all your stories. Your stories are strange yet fantastic. Riddled with mysteries.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:01:00 No.9762148 Report

Quoted By: >>9762156 >>9762262

Did no one see that?
Curious, someone with the trip "The Gaffer" quoted OP's original post, and wrote
"Hello, Sylvia."
And then, he deletes it. Strange..

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:03:00 No.9762156 Report

Quoted By: >>9762166

>>9762148
Saw it, didn't make much to it. Strange when I think about it

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:04:00 No.9762166 Report

Quoted By: >>9762177 >>9762180

>>9762156
I can't be the only one thinking that this fellow is the Boss, can I?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:06:00 No.9762177 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762166
im kind of thinking that to but what are the odds

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:07:00 No.9762180 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762166
Let him continue his story. He may tell us in the future.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:11:00 No.9762203 Report

Quoted By: >>9762225 >>9762233

>>9762182
Oh, come now,
Such an enigmatic statement has got to prove it!

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:11:00 No.9762209 Report

Quoted By: >>9762225

>>9762182
are u "the boss"

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:14:00 No.9762225 Report

Quoted By: >>9762242

>>9762203
>>9762209
The Ghost continues. But its likely he is. A Gaffer is a Forman or a Boss....

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:15:00 No.9762233 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762203
I think I see what's going on here.
And yet, like a mesh screen, there are still so many things that I can't get through.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:16:00 No.9762242 Report

Quoted By: >>9762263

>>9762225
Now that is a very nice touch.

So, what is there left to do, but wait?

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:19:00 No.9762262 Report

Quoted By: >>9762312

>>9762148
No, I missed that. It's weird though, he's always hated forum boards.

>>9762182
So... you're the gaffer?

Um, in any case, I'll give you all another experience I had before I go to bed.

All of the things we went to never were investigations. It was hardly ever planned, except perhaps in my boss's head, and I was almost always left in the dark as to what was really going on.

Most of the time, this was fine, as the Boss had the situation almost always under wraps. How, I have no idea, but he suggested to me more than once that he has some sort of (possibly provocative) influence on whatever was there. Thus, whenever he took me to a certain spot, there was nearly always something there.

I remember one evening particularly well. The weather was warm, as it almost always was on our outings. He had just finished up work, and we ate at a A&W's a little ways out of town, and as he was driving me back to my apartment (the A&W not being in walking distance), he suggested we visit a four-corners that attracted a lot of accidents.

I was never a person to chase a gory scene, and especially not a senseless and tragic one as car accidents, but my boss promised me it would be worth my while.

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:19:00 No.9762263 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762242
We wait.

And to the Gaffers last post. I assume you are probably the boss.
To key points I would like to point out.
1: Theo never mentioned their gender, you said dasmal, a female. Implying you know Theo.
2: See my post about the meaning of Gaffer.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:19:00 No.9762268 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762252
you are very mysterious. you fill me with wonder but at the same time with fear

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:22:00 No.9762292 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762252
Like death, I'm willing to be patient. Whatever lies at the end of this mystery will be astounding, I'm sure, but until then, I'll have to find some method to entertain myself.

Please, share with us your tales of the macabre and terrifying.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:24:00 No.9762312 Report

Quoted By: >>9762339

>>9762262
Please, tell us,
are you Sylvia?

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:27:00 No.9762339 Report

Quoted By: >>9762361 >>9762408

>>9762312
Uh... I'm not sure how to answer that.

I'm getting a little shaken up, to be honest. I feel like someone is playing games with me.

Boss, if it really is you out there, you have my email address, and my phone number. It's the same as it always is. Please call me, or text me, or even email me. Please, I am really, really worried about you.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:29:00 No.9762361 Report

Quoted By: >>9762398

>>9762332
please tell us your tales
>>9762339
does "the Gaffer" seem like the boss at all

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:31:00 No.9762377 Report

Quoted By:

found him

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:33:00 No.9762398 Report

Quoted By: >>9762423 >>9762434

>>9762361
I really don't know any more. Boss always hated the internet, and forum boards. But I don't know, everything could have changed in a year.

Please, like I've said, if you really are the Boss, please contact me.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:34:00 No.9762402 Report

Quoted By:

"Someone's looking for me?"

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:34:00 No.9762408 Report

Quoted By: >>9762471

>>9762339
And there it is.
Sylvia, you never did explain to us exactly.. how the Boss went missing.
And I'm sure I speak for the board when I say that we are all incredibly curious.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:36:00 No.9762423 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762398
he seems so wise and mysterious and kind but at the same time powerful cruel and something to be afraid of maybe its just troll or maybe its something else

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:36:00 No.9762434 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762398
You know he's still monitoring this this thread, if you have anything to say to him, now would be the ideal moment,
Sylvia, whatever the reason, you may not get this opportunity again.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:41:00 No.9762464 Report

Quoted By: >>9762469

>>9762433
the word "Mother" is capitalized..
You certainly don't seem like the type to incorrectly capitalize an obscure word in the middle of a sentence.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:42:00 No.9762469 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762464
shit i missed that what did he say

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:42:00 No.9762471 Report

Quoted By: >>9762498 >>9762525

>>9762408
He really just disappeared one day. Stopped coming to work, wouldn't answer his phone, emails, nobody saw him going to classes or anything.

So, I went to his house after a few days, cause I figured I was just being paranoid, because he got like that in the end, and there was this middle-aged lady already there, putting all of his stuff into a moving van. It was just freaking bizarre. When I asked who she was, she said she was the Boss's older sister, and they hadn't heard from him in a while. So the landlord sent someone to check in on him, and the maintenance guy found a note on the table next to the door. She said her parents were called the next day, and it was her job to clean out the house.

So, naturally, I asked her about the note. She was suspicious at first, but when I told her who I was, she let me see it.

The note basically apologized to his family for what he was about to do, and specifically told me not to go looking for him. It was already too late for him, but at least I could be given a chance. He detailed that his stuff should be taken by his parents and sold, and that no attempts should be made to find him by anyone.

He signed his name at the bottom, and dated it to nearly a week beforehand.

Just thinking about it, I still have no idea what to think or say.

He just vanished.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:43:00 No.9762478 Report

Quoted By: >>9762532

>"I will neither confirm nor deny the obvious; if you are whom I believe you are, if you feel the way you once did, you will know why.

>As for my reminiscent Luddite ways? Perhaps necessity is the Mother of change and invention."

This is the last paragraph the Gaffer posted, in case anyone missed it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:45:00 No.9762498 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762471
sounds like he went to deep into something and someone didnt like it

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:45:00 No.9762503 Report

Quoted By: >>9762526 >>9762547

If it is you, Boss, I'm sorry. I didn't know what you were going through. It felt like you were always a million miles away from me, and I didn't always know what to say.

Please come back. I'm worried to death about you. I still have the lot. I never threw it away. That means something right?

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:45:00 No.9762505 Report

Quoted By:

Man, this is gettin' intense.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:47:00 No.9762525 Report

Quoted By: >>9762546 >>9762568

>>9762471
Well, after reading through enough horror novels, It's apparent to me that he's being haunted by some spirit,

the woman he claimed was taking care of him,
The name he spoke, "Minerva," was it?
The hand you saw holding the curtain on that day, the same hand which likely bolted shut the window,

Perhaps, that's what the capital "Mother" in his paragraph referred to?
His mother did plenty of drugs, you said, is she still alive and well?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:47:00 No.9762526 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762503
dont u see he cant maybe hes gone he can never return to his pass life

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:48:00 No.9762532 Report

Quoted By: >>9762568

>>9762478
That last part is a proverb. A Latin one. What is needed dictates what changes and is invented. Mater artium necessitas

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:49:00 No.9762546 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762525
Miranda i think was the name

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:49:00 No.9762547 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762503
It may help you through this, perhaps jog your memory, if you attempt to recap what's happened to you and him.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:51:00 No.9762568 Report

Quoted By: >>9762595 >>9762617

>>9762525
Miranda, I think. I never did discover who she was. The "ramen incident" is really the tipping point, something I still don't understand entirely myself.

Maybe, but he did refer to her as his girlfriend, which was still weird. His mom is still alive. I assume it was her who picked up the phone when I called last week.

>>9762532
Jesus, this is too strange. He was really into Latin texts and stuff, too.

Please, if you're a troll, Gaffer, please just stop.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:54:00 No.9762587 Report

Quoted By:

ok well now im shitting my pants
Gaffer please explain yourself

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE

The Archivist !MzCQBbPTlE Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:54:00 No.9762595 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762568
The only thing that bugs me about the phrase is that he got it wrong. It goes "necessity is the mother of invention" Never the word change

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:56:00 No.9762608 Report

Quoted By:

Easily the most interesting thread I've seen for a week or two, I'm incredibly enthralled.

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:57:00 No.9762617 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762568
Sylvia, you need to speak to him--
What can you say to this revenant, who has returned after so long?

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:59:00 No.9762630 Report

Quoted By: >>9762667

>>9762540
Gaffer, if you really are Boss, you need to contact me. Please don't just leave me again. I am grasping at straws here. What happened? Even if you won't email me, please tell me in some way.

I'll continue my story for now. Boss, if I get something wrong, I'm sorry. I'm going off of my memory which, as we both know, was never that great.

So, the Boss drove us out to the crossroads where old main street and one of the old highways connected, where a lot of accidents happen. It's a pretty plain, flat stretch of road, but there's something about it that makes it particularly accident prone.

When we neared the intersection, Boss killed the engine and let the car coast to a stop a few dozen feet away from the stop sign on the shoulder of the road. When I was watching him, a bit confused and trying to guess what he wanted, he looked at me brightly and said,

"Now we get out and walk."

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 07:59:00 No.9762632 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762623
Gaffer please explain all of this

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:00:00 No.9762643 Report

Quoted By: >>9762661 >>9762662

>>9762623
Are you waiting for me to do something? What do you want me to do?

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:02:00 No.9762661 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762643
I believe he wants you to stop worrying.
He's alive, he's returned, and he, so clearly, has something to say to you.
You simply need to breathe deeply, and continue your story.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:02:00 No.9762662 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762643
just wait i have a feeling he will explain all of this shortly

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:03:00 No.9762667 Report

Quoted By: >>9762673 >>9762679 >>9762684 >>9762690 >>9762756

>>9762630
The intersection was abandoned that night.

After we walked to the center of the intersecting roads, one of us commented on how moths tend to be attracted to light, watching the shadows of bugs cast across the road from that lone, solitary streetlamp.

“Aren't we all just a little light that shines?”

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:04:00 No.9762673 Report

Quoted By: >>9762687 >>9762690 >>9762713 >>9762734

>>9762667
Samefag detected?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:05:00 No.9762679 Report

Quoted By: >>9762693

>>9762667
embarrassing

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:05:00 No.9762684 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762667
this is so mysterious and terrifying this is literally shaken me to my core

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:06:00 No.9762687 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762673

Whether this is real or just some sort of story, I don't care, this is interesting.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:06:00 No.9762690 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762667
>>9762673

Boooo. Had me turning on all the lights to go to the bathroom too.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:06:00 No.9762691 Report

Quoted By:

I'll continue for now.

The evening was turning rapidly into a reddish-purple night. It was still too early for fireflies, but the peepers and crickets were out and singing as we walked, and grasshoppers leapt away from us in the tall grass.

As we neared the intersection, my boss kind of herded me in behind him, so he was walking in front of me. "Never hurts to be careful, does it?" I could hear him murmur, but I didn't (and still don't) know exactly what he meant. As we were just about at the crossroads, he stopped and picked a few daisies that lined the side of the road, and before I could ask him about them, he lead me on.

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:06:00 No.9762693 Report

Quoted By: >>9762847

>>9762679

That an experience is shared?

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR

Michael V. Tault !!91cYFiV1VFR Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:08:00 No.9762713 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762673
The writing style is clearly different.
His is more elegant.. more harrowing.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:09:00 No.9762718 Report

Quoted By:

so "the gaffer" is the boss. this is insane and so interesting i wish i could talk to him

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:11:00 No.9762734 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762673
That's what I was thinking

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:15:00 No.9762756 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762667
Weird. I don't remember any lights, but I do remember Boss saying something like that.

At the intersection, a small white cross had been erected. A withered wreath still hung on it's neck, and there was a teddybear, and a few photographs scattered at it's base. Where it connected, I could see names, indistinctly, written.

"They're all gone, and forgotten." I remember the Boss saying softly, laying the daises at the foot of the cross. I didn't know exactly what to say at that moment, and I had been wondering whether or not he knew someone who had died there.

Remember how I said no-one really knows why there're so many accidents at that stretch of road? Cars appear really quickly, and you never heard them or saw them coming. Which exactly happened at that moment.

As we were standing and crouching respectively, a pickup barreled up the road, dangerously close to where the cross was next to a telephone pole.

It was only an instant between that and where I felt myself getting pushed backwards, and when I was staring up at a rapidly darkening sky.

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:16:00 No.9762766 Report

Quoted By: >>9762815 >>9762822

Zoom. Zoom.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:21:00 No.9762804 Report

Quoted By: >>9762818

"Are you alright?" I hear my boss asking me breathlessly as he pulled himself up next to me. "Are you hurt?"

I wasn't hurt, and I thanked him for pushing me out of the way.

"I didn't." He said, a smile beginning to lighten his face. He explained to me how he'd seen the truck, and an instant after that, I'd gotten shoved by something he didn't see, and he dove after me.

He stood, laughing quietly, and helped me up, brushing me off, and pulled my shirt away from my body to show me the imprint of a hand made in dust on my side.

He took a picture of it with his phone to commemorate the experience, but we didn't stick around longer than that. It was already full dark, and we had a hell of a hard time finding our way back to the car.

The entire time walking though, I felt something watching us from the intersection as we walked.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:22:00 No.9762815 Report

Quoted By: >>9762830

>>9762766
I have to go to bed now. Sorry to leave you guys so early, but I have work tomorrow.

Boss, if it really is you, please don't leave me.

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:22:00 No.9762818 Report

Quoted By: >>9762839

>>9762804

You know the difference between "singular" and "plural," don't you?

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:23:00 No.9762822 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762766
I have to go to bed now. Sorry to leave you guys so early, but I have work tomorrow. I'll be back in the morning, I promise.

Boss, if it really is you, please don't leave me.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:24:00 No.9762830 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762815
please dont leave hell i have school tommorow and im still staying please im am already so interested dont end it already

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:25:00 No.9762839 Report

Quoted By: >>9762848

>>9762818
Yes, I do, I think. Depends on the connotation, doesn't it? Could mean lots of things, based on context. Singular and plural personalities. Grammar, siblings, etc.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:26:00 No.9762847 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762693
>That an experience is shared?

Really, really bad save. You ruined it.

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:26:00 No.9762848 Report

Quoted By: >>9762877

>>9762839

Clever now, aren't we?

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:29:00 No.9762877 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762848
I'm just desperate. I'm trying to figure out what you mean. Please help me, I want to understand.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:30:00 No.9762884 Report

Quoted By: >>9762901

All this talk from The Gaffer right after OP samefagging really just feels like a way of small talking out of trouble.

You gotta be more careful next time, OP. Put me off edge, my mood is ruined.

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts

The Gaffer !U.pj/p2Uts Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:31:00 No.9762893 Report

Quoted By: >>9762919

Yes, of course. The mysteries of life – lives shared and touched, woven and interwoven – have been unraveled by the likes of one singular notion. Is what you presuppose so obvious? Well, do say, perhaps things are never as obvious as they seem, nor never as truthful as they appear.

Perhaps one believes in one statement and its truth, when in reality, another is true, and the previous notion is but a facade of that truth; a plaster of white paint on a home's edifice. Shimmering and eggshell, beautiful in its own way, but just a facade.

Still just a facade.

A glimmer of something that isn't there.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:32:00 No.9762896 Report

Quoted By:

well my mood is also ruined if theres no way for the gaffer to prove he is the boss then im out

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:33:00 No.9762901 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762884
I agree. Alot more interaction, alot less deleted messages. I think the samefag got stressed...

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:36:00 No.9762919 Report

Quoted By:

>>9762893
>Is what you presuppose so obvious?
>Well, do say, perhaps things are never as obvious as they seem, nor never as truthful as they appear.

yea we know your a samefag lol

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU

Blind Guardian !.5GtuAArTU Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:36:00 No.9762921 Report

Quoted By:

Yep, I'm gonna have to agree with the others, I'm outta here.

It's a shame, this showed quite a bit of promise, too.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 08:44:00 No.9762964 Report

Quoted By:

Well this failed hard... Good going, Sylvia.

OP is a fag.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 12:37:00 No.9764278 Report

Quoted By:

Regardless of whatever, this was interesting read.

Well done to say the least, I came home from work to find this thread still active to my delight.

Regardless of Samefagging or whatever, I atleast appreciated the attempt at entertainment value, so I salute to you. (Honestly I figured the moment "The Boss" was introduced into the thread it was obvious the OP or someone else was just trying to get the story more engaging, not sure what the uproar is about.)

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 16:07:00 No.9764765 Report

Quoted By:

Someone else. I still don't know who that was, but I'm thinking less and less it was my Boss.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 16:20:00 No.9764808 Report

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The Gaffer appears to have disappeared. No idea what that was all about. If he was my boss, he knows how to get ahold of me.

Is anyone interested in hearing more experiences?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 16:41:00 No.9764865 Report

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>>9764808
Well, I'm certainly still interested. I'm not sure what everyone was all in a huff about.

Otani

Otani Fri 23 Mar 2012 17:35:00 No.9764997 Report

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>>9758698
I've been accompanying the thread for quite the time. It is interesting indeed. Please continue, regardless of "samefags" or whatever the random trolls opinates.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 19:56:00 No.9765433 Report

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Okay, here's another experience I had with my boss.

Since we actually went, for lack of a better word, "hunting" quite a bit, some of the memories are a bit fuzzier than others.

Another that sticks out in my head is the old barn we went to in the beginning of the fall semester. I typically don't like going into abandoned structures, because I know that, despite how they may appear, they are actually owned by someone. And that someone wouldn't necessarily be pleased by our presence in their building.

But my boss waved away my concerns like so much chaff when I brought them up with his typically vague air.

"It's fine." He had said confidently. "It'll only be for a while, anyway."

So away we went to this old, abandoned barn. We walked, since my boss said the weather was still nice, and it was only a few miles outside of town.

It was already dark by the time we got there, and my doubts had redoubled.

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 20:06:00 No.9765467 Report

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The barn looked like it was in pretty good condition, however, but ill-used and sitting just out of view of the road, shielded by long-overgrown lilac bushes and blackberry brambles.

My boss took the first step and wrestled part of a lilac bush away from the entrance of the barn, and swung the unlocked door open. Pitch blackness met us.

"This must be a milkhouse." I could hear him faintly say as he extracted his cellphone from his pocket and shone it inside. A bulk tank holder crouched close to the door, opposite a bank of sinks. A torn up office chair sat incongruously in the middle of the floor. It was a scene of such stillness you expected something, anything, to move.

But it didn't, and only added to the atmosphere of dreadful anticipation. My boss looked over his shoulder and smiled at my expression.

"Come on." He said, and waved me over to come inside as well.

The air was utterly still when he closed the door behind us. It felt suffocating. The scent of worn out cleaning products wafted up from the floor, as well as the scent of generations of animals.

From beyond the door that lay in front of us, a clatter came from what I assumed was further into the barn.

"That's our cue." My boss gripped my arm and steered me to the door, still lighting our way with the flashlight app on his cellphone.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Fri 23 Mar 2012 20:14:00 No.9765503 Report

Quoted By: >>9765629

"Wait, how do you know that's not a person, or an animal?" I had asked, and set my heels in before he could open the next door. Meeting a den of coyotes wasn't high on my list of things to do.

"In such a tightly sealed barn?" Was his response. "I doubt it."

The clatter came again, from the other side of the door, and scrabbling, as of something scraping its claws or nails against the door.

I automatically and instinctively recoiled from the sound, but my boss stepped forward and dealt the door a kick. The scraping sound redoubled, and my boss turned to look at me.

There was no growling, or hissing, or animalistic warning tones. Just the scrabbling, and a sort of heavy sound of something like breathing.

After a few moments, it died down before stopping, and I decided immediately not to go down. I was in the middle of trying to persuade my boss not to go either when I heard, faintly, a popping of metal above us, as if something had reached the roof.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 20:51:00 No.9765629 Report

Quoted By: >>9765674

>>9765503
Keep it coming.

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Mr. Zoomifyer !!53jXu/MwqXJ Fri 23 Mar 2012 21:04:00 No.9765674 Report

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>>9765629
>>9765629

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theop !!JCI8BZtbvbN Fri 23 Mar 2012 21:10:00 No.9765694 Report

Quoted By: >>9765734 >>9766641

We heard multiple bangs coming from the roof. Boss grabbed a stick that happened to be nearby, and banged the stick against the roof several times.

The banging stopped. I was scared shitless- and so was boss. The floor started cracking and we fell into a pit, filled with hats.

They were blue and had stars on them.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Mar 2012 21:24:00 No.9765734 Report

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>>9765694
Inb4 wizard hats

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 00:20:00 No.9766641 Report

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>>9765694
Nice try. Well, no not really.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 01:44:00 No.9767067 Report

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Keeping this shit bumped.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sat 24 Mar 2012 01:53:00 No.9767089 Report

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Sorry for the abrupt abandonment, guys!

Shortly after the sounds on the roof, everything seemed to go quiet. We stood there, in the half light, waiting, when I saw something dip down from the ceiling, and then scoop suddenly back up.

Even today, I don't know exactly what I had seen, but my boss yelped at the same time, and clapped a hand to the back of his neck. His eyes were even watering from the pain, and he turned around to see what it had been that inflicted the injury, but it didn't come back again.

Needless to say, we called it quits. The boss's neck was actually bleeding quite badly, but when I checked out the wound to dress it, the marks didn't resemble an animal's at all. I never told him they looked more like nail marks to me.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 04:16:00 No.9767793 Report

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just came here, im reading all. Very good op

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 04:50:00 No.9767942 Report

Quoted By: >>9768164

OP's writing style is almost the same as the Candlemass OP. Hmmmmm...

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sat 24 Mar 2012 05:34:00 No.9768164 Report

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>>9767942
Really? Is that a bad thing or a good thing? And who is Candlemass?

Otani

Otani Sat 24 Mar 2012 06:15:00 No.9768372 Report

Quoted By: >>9768667

Please post more of your experiences, OP.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 07:20:00 No.9768667 Report

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>>9768372
this

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sat 24 Mar 2012 16:11:00 No.9770800 Report

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Sorry, guys, I will try to get to it later today. If the thread 404s, I may make a new one.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 18:06:00 No.9771114 Report

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Your 'boss' sounds like an exciting person, if there's anything you should do its continue searching in the supernatural. I think he may be trying to get you to be independent of him.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 22:14:00 No.9771822 Report

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Bump.

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bump

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 02:14:00 No.9772799 Report

Quoted By: >>9773023 >>9773764

I wish to hear more please, I'm really enjoying the whole thing, is there any place you'd recommend I visit to have an experience like your's?

Otani

Otani Sun 25 Mar 2012 03:13:00 No.9773023 Report

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>>9772799
Now that is an interesting question. I am interested in the subject as well.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sun 25 Mar 2012 05:41:00 No.9773764 Report

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Hey guys, sorry for the extensive delay. It's been hectic lately- I've been redoubling my efforts in contacting the Boss's family, and I've been looking for him today, trying to figure out where he's gotten to.

>>9772799
As for places to visit, I can't really recommend any without revealing my immediate location, which I am a little wary of doing. However, just generally, I would recommend any places that just give you the creeps. Human intuition is a marvelous tool that we often overlook in modern society. That feeling is your self-preservation instinct kicking in. Why do you fear abandoned buildings? Because something could be lurking in them. I would suggest you check them out, but make sure you aren't trespassing, or at least don't get caught.

Also, talk to people local in your area, or research it online. I think the boss found a lot of his stuff because of word-of-mouth from other people, as well as his own judgement.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sun 25 Mar 2012 05:48:00 No.9773799 Report

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During the end of our time together, the boss was getting a little different. His behavior became increasingly erratic, and there would be times where I would find him crying. During these times, he seemed afraid to the point of shaking, biting his lips and looking as if he were trying to avoid seeing something directly. He always seemed to appreciate my apparent intervention, but he would never tell me what he was frightened of. He would leave the spot he was at, gripping my arm, and I would have to spend several hours calming him back down.

It was so unlike his usual demeanor of collected calm that I knew whatever it was must have been terrible.

Today, that's one of the things I've been trying to figure out. I'm thinking it may have something to do with the Witch Woods we visited together. He even went back, against my requests that he not, several more times.

However, he seemed to be permanently put off the spot about a year before his disappearance, and even did his best to avoid being around the woods in any way.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 07:02:00 No.9774218 Report

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deserves all the bumbs. whether or not this is "samefag" or not, i greatly enjoy reading this.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 07:09:00 No.9774257 Report

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bump

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Sun 25 Mar 2012 18:37:00 No.9777247 Report

Quoted By: >>9777248 >>9780179

Hey, guys, back.

I talked to the Boss's sister again. After much coercion, she admitted that though they haven't seen the boss since he disappeared, they've been getting a number of disturbing phone calls from an indistinct area.

When I asked her if they could ever link it to the Boss, she fervently denied it, and said it was probably his fault.

They still won't admit he disappeared, and said he ran off voluntarily, and they won't be looking for him.

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Negi Springfield !aeNZeP7XP2 Sun 25 Mar 2012 18:39:00 No.9777248 Report

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>>9777247
Oh hello.

I like your writings quite a bit, thanks for sharing it all with us here on /x/~

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 20:56:00 No.9777851 Report

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cool story bro. bump

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CIA ‮AZZIPEZEEHC!‬ Sun 25 Mar 2012 20:58:00 No.9777858 Report

Quoted By: >>9777866 >>9778425 >>9778587

>Go on /x/
>Encrypt messages for /x/ to crack
>Use them as red herrings to deliver CP
>Everyone doesn't even notice
>?????
>PROFIT.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 21:00:00 No.9777866 Report

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>>9777858
I fucking knew it!
Nice job.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 22:48:00 No.9778425 Report

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>>9777858
wait, wut

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 23:13:00 No.9778587 Report

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>>9777858
wtf you on m8?

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 26 Mar 2012 04:11:00 No.9780179 Report

Quoted By: >>9780859

>>9777247
If your still on /x/.
I'm glad to hear you're still looking for 'Boss'.
Do you have any other information on Witch Wood?
Sounds oddly familiar, but I'v gotten no results from Google or people I would have talked paranormal about.
Can you point out key events that might have happened there?

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theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Mon 26 Mar 2012 05:46:00 No.9780859 Report

Quoted By: >>9780989

>>9780179
Yes, still here, and thank you!

What sort of information would you like in particular? Geography, history, word of mouth?

Yeah, Witch Wood isn't its real name. It's what it's been referred to locally by people in the area. It has an actual gov't name you can find on google maps.

Key events that happened at the Witch Woods: In the 1700s, when the forest was smaller, there was a place where the village execution spot used to be where no trees or vegetation will grow today. I got to see it with my boss. They say it's because of a high acid content in the soil.

In the late 1880s sometime (I forget the exact date), a number of young people went missing around the forest. Since it was still a crushingly rural place, not much attention was paid to the disappearances.

And then in the 1940s, a forest fire was started that burned over half of the place, and killed a number of people living in the forest. The perpetrator actually turned himself in, and said he had "cleansed" the place of the "witches of the wood", and thus the wood got its nickname.

Today, it's pretty safe for runners and picnic-goers and hikers. Strangely, it's not a good place for the homeless.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 26 Mar 2012 06:07:00 No.9780989 Report

Quoted By: >>9781501

>>9780859
Wow nice stuff there, I really wished more interesting stuff happened up here (Quebec woohoo...)
I'd like to hear history of the area mostly, is there any folk-lore about the forest?
I'm off to bed now, I'll check in tomorrow to read up on what you've got to say.

Otani

Otani Mon 26 Mar 2012 06:37:00 No.9781174 Report

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theop, can you tell more about the strange man who "broke" into your boss' house that night? I am awfully intrigued to know more.

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2

theop !!y4e++wKdsw2 Mon 26 Mar 2012 07:30:00 No.9781501 Report

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>>9780989
lol, I think Quebec has some interesting stuff, too! (also, you're really close to me! So weird...) I think the Wetigo is pretty predominant up there, and there's got to be other native folklore. Plus, probably whatever the French brought over.

Your area or my area? I could try to oblige you on both.

>>9781174
I think the way the boss described him was "stinking like a goat", vaguely dirty, with long, greasy hair, wild eyes, and a three-day-beard. Also completely naked, except that he'd gotten one of the boss's jackets, and was wearing that.

He said he only known someone had broken into his house when the guy sat on his chest, and held the steak knife to his throat.

He said he'd had quite an interesting conversation with the man about things like spirits, god, and the government sponsoring alien-style anal probes, and when the guy learned Boss thought almost exactly like him, he figured he was justified in knowing he wasn't crazy, and wandered out with the boss's jacket.

That was about when boss decided he'd start locking at least his bedroom door, apparently.

K, guys, sorry for the content light day. I've had a bit of a day going back and forth between my place and where the boss's family live, which is a few hours away from me, so I'm pretty tired.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 26 Mar 2012 07:55:00 No.9781650 Report

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good night son.
> the boss is your daddy

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