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Here’s a nightmare story
>5 years old
>overactive imagination
>fucking awesome
>go to sleep
>wake up
>dark as shit out
>look at door for some reason
>it’s open
>see guest room is closed
>Hall is pitch dark
>I’m confuzzled
>why am I awake
>A FUCKING MASSIVE GRASSHOPPER HEAD POKES HEAD INTO DOORWAY
>I’m silently pissing myself
>steps into door frame, standing bipedal
>he has a monical on the left eye
>he’s wearing a tux but no pants(Donald duck fashion)
>produces bowler cap from behind him
>bows, puts it on saying:
“Good day ole chap, sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, just to chat”
>holy fuck this is awesome
>long black limb from hallway grabs him
>he’s yelling
“UNHAND YOU VILE THING”
>more limbs
>it’s a MASSIVE spider
>it’s hissing and drooling
>looks to me while fending this thing off
“Just *grunts* a moment chap! LET GO OF ME, BEAST”
>I sit and watch this wrestle continue
>wake up
>it’s day out
>stare at door
>closed, but am afraid
>continue day as normal
>never forget him or his Posh British accent
>I’ll never forget that magical bastard
>mfw I never saw him again
I’m going to make a story out of this glorious bugger, but I need a name, I’m thinking Jerry, maybe?
