Monday, November 5, 2012

The Sixth Sense (An Urban Exploration Story)

UPDATE:

My blog idea has become difficult to manage having so many writers involved; therefore, it has come time to reevaluate my game plan. What I have decided as the most feasible idea is to basically go with Option 1 (explained in the previous post) and use the blog as Carl's journal. However, in order to get people involved, people can submit themselves interacting with the Sins as a guest post. I've noticed that most blogs have "avatars;" therefore, it seems they could submit to me their post and I can organize it into the proper format and use their avatar as the conversationalist on the blog. Bah, I'll probably revise this tomorrow because I'm writing with one eye open.

Anyway, I know y'all are sick of this other blog talk, so here is a normal post. 

P.S. I've decided to keep Chiz Chat around for a while.
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In the spirit of Halloween the frightful days leading up to Thanksgiving, I shall relay to you an experience from my past that is so eye-twitchingly horrifying, that you won't even realize how scared you are... Damn, if I hadn't missed Halloween, I could have made this story scary somehow... Ah well, guess I'll just try to make it as entertaining as possible.

It was a cold winter's night hmm... a hot summer's night night time and it was really dark out because the sun went to visit China. I was accompanied by two of my friends as we went to peruse the local abandoned insane asylum for the umpteenth time because we're brave no... we're masculine we live in a suburban town full of grumpy, elderly folk and angry, soccer moms.


Here's a picture of the asylum (Missing several buildings)

We entered the all too familiar grounds and made our way to the courtyard. Our eyes were peeled for any signs of paranormal activity (Sponsored by Paranormal Activity 4. "When all other movies are sold out, look no further than PA4."). The asylum was closed down years ago for mistreatment of patients and multiple suicides, but we frequented the area enough to shake off the uneasy feelings. However, this time was different. This time it truly felt as if we were being watched. But like a group of retarded teenagers just about to get murdered in a horror film, we decided to explore the buildings anyway.

The buildings were relatively empty (except the theater which I may delve into another time). There were rusty cast iron doors with peep holes, bent wheelchairs, and gurneys with leather straps hanging from the sides, but nothing we weren't already used to seeing. yet, as we traverse the cement hallways, we still couldn't shake the feeling that we were being followed.

Finally, it was time to rap up our ghost hunt. We made our way back to the bottom floor of the building. I made a graceful leap over the 2x4 "blocking" the entrance, and by the cock of Zeus! there were two figures pressed up against the exterior wall! I managed to stop the flood of poo that nearly emptied into my undergarments before finally assessing the situation. The two figures turned out to be very human. One was wearing a camera around his neck while the other one... well, there wasn't anything particularly special about either of them so it doesn't matter. My friends were still in the building not moving a muscle. Therefore, I decided to commence one of the most awkward conversations of my life in order to discover the meaning behind this encounter:

Me: Oh, hey what's up? (A most reasonable initial inquiry when encountering fellow humans in an abandoned insane asylum)
Them: Nothing much, how 'bout you? (Already the conversation was as normal as it could be with two unfamiliar groups meeting in an insane asylum)
Me: Same, just exploring.
Them: Yeah, us too.
Me: Have you guys been following us?
Them: Yeah, we've been following you guys since you arrived.
Me: Oh, I thought someone was watching us.
Them: Yeah, it was us.
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Me: Alright, well enjoy your exploring.
Them: You, too. Bye.
Me: See you later. (We in fact never saw them ever again)

And thus concludes the frightful events of whatever date that was! OooOOooOoo!

I've got a bunch of these stories so perhaps I'll post one whenever I'm running short of words.

14 comments:

  1. I'm sorry was there a story in there...I nodded off for a minute. Bright side: "cock of Zeus" never gets old. Still very creative.

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    1. Hidden amongst the twists, turns, and hair-raising betrayals, yes of course there was a story! Yeah, I'm going to milk that saying for all its worth.

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  2. My favorite part is when you talked to those other guys. I totally felt like I was there.

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    1. It was one of the most difficult proses I've written in a long time. I'm glad it worked.

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  3. Well I'm glad that Chiz Chat is staying up :) The story was pretty good. I'd want to go no where near a place like that. Or any place with "abandoned" in the title.

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    1. Yeah, the story was quite thrilling was it not? Yeah, unfortunately some might say I'm a little too old to do this stuff, but it's fun.

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  4. Holy shit! I shit my pants so hard they flew right off, out of my window, and into an abandoned hospital. Now I've got to go and fetch them. Thanks a lot!

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    1. Careful! Paranormal entities are attracted to the smell of poo and the vulnerability of a man with no pants!

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  5. An abandoned insane asylum...are you, ah, um, crazy!

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    1. Nah, we were just a bunch of bored kids in the suburbs. Too young to drink, but probably too old to be doing this.

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  6. So the ghosts were wearing cameras and pretending to be kids that were following you. What a twist! Sell this idea to M Night Shyamalan promptly. Warning: now that he sucks, he might not be able to offer you much more than $3 and a half eaten bag of Twizzlers.

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    1. Ah, that's a really good idea. If only I wasnt allergic to $3 bills. If he'd be willing to settle for $2, then sign me up!

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  7. And here I was thinking that this wasn't going to be a ghost story! I doubt I sleep well tonite knowing that there are ghosts pretending to be ghost hunters!

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    1. I was hesitant to put this on my blog for I was afraid too many people would never visit my blog again due to the horror portrayed in this harrowing tale.

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