[Lawrence stared at the blog post from Vanessa for a full ten minutes before realizing he had absolutely no idea what it was she was trying to say. He opened a new document in one of the word processing programs on his computer, cut the window in half and did the same to his Internet browser's window so that he could see both easily. He began retyping Vanessa's post using proper grammar, punctuation and spelling into a document so that he could read it properly and understand what she was trying to convey.
'Hey, so during the blackout there were these ugly purple midgets that snuck in and stole some peanut butter. Naked little fuckers miscreants cut me and my roommate. I didn't get any snacks either cause I broke my ds(???) because I thought I heard something on the stairs and threw it but it turned out to be some sophomore kid. If you're reading this, sorry about that, but anyway freaky midgets. Anything else going on I should know about? Also is it cheaper to repair a ds(???) or get a new one? Thanks in advance
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...Odd... I wonder what butterflies were doing indoors... where did your encounter take place, anyway? Considering you said that the creature you encountered stole peanut butter, I'm assuming it was within relative location of the pantry?
Ours took place in the lounge on the first floor. The dormitory lounge, I mean. When the lights went out, we all headed down towards the basement but as we entered the lounge Anthony nearly tripped on the urn, and then it started glowing. And it made a growling sound. I thought it was a prank so I stuck my hand in thinking it was a strobe light and a tape recorder, but I felt horns... and then it attacked us.
An urn? How weird. At least, what we faced looked scary. Not that finding horns in an urn isn't freaky, too. Was the monster just in the urn or was the urn part of it, too?
Ours wasn't scary per se, it was... odd. I'm not sure if the urn was part of it or not... The strangest thing was this creature seemed to know where it was going in the dark... as if it were somehow acquainted with the room itself.
Creepy. Ours seemed comfortable enough rummaging through the cupboards. It kind of makes you wonder how long they've been around here just hiding and waiting for their moment.
...That's a bizarre coincidence. So the one you encountered seemed to know its way around things too... and in the dark, no less. I have heard some animals have the ability to see in the dark but it feels like there might be something more to this... I wonder if they've ever been sighted on campus like this before now.
Maybe? I wonder. It might be worth asking around. At the very least, the occult freaks on campus or in town might know something. Ghost chasers, Sasquatch fans, and the like.
It would help if we knew what to call what we saw. I've never heard of any creature like that before, myth or anything else. Have you ever heard of yours? ...Moving on, what did the thing that appeared for you look like? Mine was a bird... a flaming bird.
Mine was a black (not African, literally black) woman with blond hair in a white dress. There was some kind of headdress, too. She had gold threads all over her. She was pretty, if very exotic and strange looking. She said we were Oshoon or something like that. A firebird sounds pretty cool.
Yours sounds a lot more interesting than mine... mine hasn't shut up since yesterday. All this chirping inside of my head... it's enough to drive someone insane. Some of it doesn't even make sense, like he's intentionally trying to get on my nerves. ...That's odd, though, that she's completely black. I wonder what these things are...
Interesting question, isn't it? They may be related to us somehow. I mean, they'd have to be, wouldn't they? The woman talked in my head. Come to think of it, she sort of looked like me. At least, her hair looked a lot like mine from what I could see of it.
Just that we are Oshoon. I might not be spelling that right. Oh, she said something else about showing people the meaning of true love but I'm not sure what she meant by that. Maybe the firebird represents good things about you? It doesn't necessarily have to be bad stuff, I don't think.
The meaning of true love...? What a strange thing to say... I wonder what that means. Good things... like what? From what I've heard from the bird he is nothing like me...
'Hey, so during the blackout there were these ugly purple midgets that snuck in and stole some peanut butter. Naked little fuckers miscreants cut me and my roommate. I didn't get any snacks either cause I broke my ds(???) because I thought I heard something on the stairs and threw it but it turned out to be some sophomore kid. If you're reading this, sorry about that, but anyway freaky midgets. Anything else going on I should know about? Also is it cheaper to repair a ds(???) or get a new one? Thanks in advance ( ... )
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