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Spoopy story from my early pre-/out/ days
>be 16 in southern Florida
>visiting friend in this decently sized neighborhood called Victoria Woods with my then girlfriend
>behind the neighborhood is about a 4 or 5 acre stretch with some clearings but also a lot of trees and abandoned houses
>that area was schedule to be completely cleared and built on to expand the neighborhood
>decide to break away from my friends house and explore that area with my girl
>hop a wooden fence and walk about 5 minutes into the woods, keeping the biggest clearing to my left
>get to one of the abandoned houses, its covered in graffiti and trash
>house has a small shed with the entrance closed off by wooden planks, only a single chair inside and hundreds of papers thrown around it
>kinda spooked but gotta be manly for my girl
>notice writing on the walls of the shed saying like "rise" and "hear it coming"
>head into the house and look around, old rotting photographs in the kitchen and broken glass everywhere
>rest of the house is empty except for a single couch jammed into a closet
>writing in the closet says stay out
>gf holding on to me saying she wants to leave now
>it was getting pretty dark so I pulled out my lighter since back then phones didnt have flashlights
>tell her we should check out the backyard before heading back
>she feels better cause we have some light now
>head to the backyard and there's a bloody mattress just chilling there and what looks like wires poking through it
>pretty fucking spooked so I grab her hard and turn her around to get the fuck out of there
>hear what sounds like a gong and turn around quickly to see what looks like a kid dressed in trash bags at the edge of the trees circling the backyard
>nope the fuck out of there fast as shit, my girlfriend is crying at this point
>run through the house and past the shed but somehow end up in the middle of the big clearing instead of it being to my right now
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