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This made me laugh for some reason lol
"Our little Ryan has died of boredom. We should have looked in on him more. Poor thing."
Skeleton Creek
Horror · Unknown_Level
Better get to reading people
Sarah talks to strangers all the time without thinking twice about it. She peers into parked cars, eavesdrops in the café, and occasionally tries to sneak into the bar (for lively conversation, not drinks).
Skeleton Creek
Horror · Unknown_Level
Ok Just go to sleep than.
… But I can't sleep.
Skeleton Creek
Horror · Unknown_Level
Hi
The dredge is a crucial part of the town's dreary past. It sits alone and unvisited in the deepest part of the dark woods. The dredge, we discovered, was a terrible machine. Its purpose was to find gold, and its method was grotesque. 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, the dredge sat in a muddy lake of its own making. It dug deep into the earth and hauled gargantuan buckets of stone and debris into itself. Nothing escaped its relentless appetite. Everything went inside the dredge. Trees and boulders and dirt clods the size of my head were sifted and shaken with a near-deafening racket, and then it was all spit out behind in piles of rubble ten feet high. A tail of ruin — miles and miles in length — all so tiny bits of gold could be sifted out.
Skeleton Creek
Horror · Unknown_Level
Okay I dibs number 43
ched it at all. In my dream, Daryl Bonner the ranger and Gladys the librarian were walking in the woods. Gladys had her shotgun and then Old Joe Bush came out of the bushes dragging his leg and said, "Number forty-two is mine. Stay away from this place. I'm watching you." Gladys fired buckshot into the air, and Old Joe Bush tried to run away, dragging his leg down the path toward the dredge. Gladys laughed and laughed, but Daryl Bonner went on ahead and helped Old Joe Bush step down into the black pond and disappear under the water. In my dream, the pond looked like a tar pit.
Skeleton Creek
Horror · Unknown_Level