VELCOME MORTALS TO HEXBEARS HYELLOVEEN SCARETACULAR- cough
Gather around the campfire and listen to my story, and then share your own in the comments below. The only condition is that it better be pants poopingly spooky or else the poop ghost will getcha!
Our story begins in a graveyard. It was getting dark and Morty the groundskeeper was about to leave after doing a routine inspection of the cemetery grounds. As he walked to the gate and reached out to push it open, he heard a faint whisper, as if someone was standing behind him, but he couldn't quite make out the words being said.
His turned to the direction where the sound had come from, but saw nothing. "Is someone there?" He asked loudly. No reply. He began to get slightly annoyed. If some teens were hoping to trash the place after dark, he didn't want to deal with it. He shrugged and decided it was a problem for security.
He began to push the gate again and as he did, he heard another sound, right behind him. This time, it sounded like running footsteps. He whipped around quickly.
"What the hell?!"
Nobody was there, but there was a shoe, sticking out of the mud, just a few feet behind him. He stared, it was starting to get pretty dark now, but it was definitely a shoe. He carefully walked over and picked it up. Yeah, a large mens dress shoe. So it wasn't teens. A homeless man, maybe? No, a homeless man wouldn't mess with him like this, right? And it was too nice a shoe. Maybe the shoe had been left by an earlier visiter during the day, he thought.
"But then how do you explain the sound of running feet?" A voice said, clear as day behind him. He spun around. Again, no one was there.
"Ok you can stop messing with me now, cut it out. It's closing time." Morty said, admittedly not as assertive as he wanted to sound.
But whoever the voice belonged to didn't seem to hear. It suddenly spoke again, sounding almost like a host enquiring to an audience,
"And what of the whispering he heard before?" It asked.
"Where the... Heck is that coming from?" Morty grumbled as he looked all around, his eyes fell upon some of the graves nearby, and his blood ran cold
"And how then do you explain the man emerging from the grave?" The voice said.
Morty screamed. Climbing out of the grave dirt, halfway out of the ground to his waist was TV sensation Johnathan Frakes.
"We got you." he said with a cheeky smile.
Maybe the shoe was from one kf those feet
Look I can't use the metric system or the Americans will get too scared!
True spooky story when my family's old dog was getting old one time me and my dad were walking her around the block and we were walking slowly cos she was going old and blind, so I asked my dad how far she could see and he replied 'Oh only a few yards' (by which he meant a few metres, he also used to say his weight in stone) and I was like in my head 'oh she can see a few (back)yards' distance that's not too bad' so I didn't actually know how limited her vision was until i was a teen and learnt that a yard is 3 feet
THAT'S WHAT A YARD IS?!?!
Yupp, also why they call those funny tall beer glasses yard glasses cos they're roughly a yard long