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The Halloween Post

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About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the fuck do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

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Spooky! Happy Haunting! Good night.

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Awwww! So cute!

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Um. This is an unedited screenshot of Amazon.com. Did they just own Apple?!

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It's funny cause it's a swear word.

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Your what-ness?!

Lewis: (speaking to Darth Vader) Your Majesty, hello! We-we're just, uh, inspecting.

Simon: 'Your Majesty?'

Lewis: ...I don't know what to call him!

Simon: He's not the Queen, Lewis. He's the Dark Lord of the Sith! 'Your Maj...'

Lewis: Sorry, Your Royal....Sith-ness.

Simon: 'Your Royal Sith-ness??'

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I love rainy days! So calming and amazing!

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My favorite part of Screw The Nether by the Yogscast family! :D

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The Fall of Gondolin: The Plot Thickens

Honeydew: Okay, bunk up... Put a pillow between our bodies, so there won't be any funny business. We'll be fine.

Xephos: Oh! Ah. Well, there we are! A sound night's sleep. No problem, at all.

Honeydew: ...Why does my bum hurt, Lewis?

[gigglefit]

Xephos: I think I may have kept my sword in my pocket, uh, overnight. It may have--

Honeydew: Oh, that's--that's what was poking me. Okay.

Xephos: Yep.

Honeydew: Okay. Mystery solved. Jesus Chri--

Xephos: The slash fiction is not going to be helped by this conversation.

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Lalna's Castle. Credits to Disteal. Thanks!

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It appears I have died! I'm writing this note from beyond the grave. If you receive it, I'm going to HAUNT you, you son of a bitch!

Professor Grizwald Episode 2 Simon and Lewis's Minecraft Adventure

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Pugs, not drugs.

Martyn Littlewood. (InTheLittleWood)

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This is exactly how Hannah and Duncan are like in their series Lego Batman. :D

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I know why the caged bird sings. He sings of better days and joyous reunions. He sings of love and happiness. He sings just for the music. He sings for himself and inadvertently affects all who hear him. It is something even his captor cannot take from him. His last gift. That is why the caged bird sings.

Jafyre

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The space shuttle Endeavor on its final tour of America.

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Quotes

Here is a small list of quotes I found for you guys. I really like them and I hope you like them too! ------ No pain, no palm; No thorns, no throne; No gall, no glory; No cross, no crown. -William Penn Music is the timeless experience of constant change. -Jerry Garcia Most people consider a glass as half empty or half full. I look at it as too big. -George Carlin Nature makes nothing incomplete and nothing in vain. -Aristotle Miracles are instantaneous, they cannot be summoned but come of themselves, usually at unlikely moments and to those who least expect them. -Katherine Anne Porter May the stars carry your sadness away, may the flowers fill your heart with beauty. May hope forever wipe away your tears, and, above all, may silence make you strong. -Anonymous ---------

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Bravery

Friend: Can a man be brave if he is afraid?

Me: That is the only time he can be brave.

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How Music Affects The Soul

Perhaps one piece to me might remind me of memories in which the grass swayed lazily. That same piece could show you a memory of the beach. That is why it isn't carried over exactly the same from person to person.

Music isn't hard to understand. It is just the everyday busy man won't quite process it in his mind as much as a person more at peace. It'll be in one ear and out the other. Like a piece of savory chocolate. Tasted, enjoyed and forgotten. That is the sad plight of many songs in the ears of a busy restlesss person. And it is very sad that the person did not get the chance to savor every aspect of the piece.

Music, in my opinion is best heard in a calm and quiet environment. Such an environment might be a rainy day, surrounded with books and having no worries on your mind. Just the pat-pat-pattering of the raindrops upon the window. A cold yet not cold feeling enveloping you. Just you. And the rain. And music.

Music heard with books in such a day would be good too. Like a cup of cocoa savored by little children on a cold winter day.

Music. What is it to you? Does it bring joy? Or do you prefer the loud noisy and restless rap "songs"? Is it somethig you would hear on your iPod while jogging or something to really savor on a dark but not quite dark and stormy but not gloomy day?