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Right, here's one of mine.
Pictures is the cabin we knocked together a few years back (now destroyed to make way for a newer, better one).
>It was the second from last night on a 3 night camping trip where me and 1 friend had built this shelter together
>We're in ww2 shit and equipment and everything, all day working hard felling trees to prepare for next shelter build
>Making fire and friend is away collecting firewood when I suddenly get the feeling of absolute dread and paranoia, look around to see nothing, friend returns and I forget about it
>develop mild headache, get to sleep that night
>wake up in the morning to an old man wearing an olive green fishing hat looking at us in the entrance of the shelter
>Look directly at him and he says "what are you boys doing?"
>respond "we're camping" (headache is unimaginably painful by this stage)
>creepy as fuck dude says "are you staying the night boys?"
>look at friend, still not awake and say "yes"
>He says "okay" and walks away, he makes a phonecall and starts laughing hysterically
>comes back laughing so hard he can barely talk
> "what the fuck is so funny, why are you laughing?!"
>i won't ever forget what he said next and how fucking terrible it made me feel
>creepy man says "YOU'RE ON THE MENU TONIGHT BOYS"
> I lunge myself forward trying to get out of the shelter but buckle over in pain and start vomitting into the floor, projectile vomitting, friend wakes up
>I throw up until there is nothing else to throw up, body is still trying to throw up, it hurts like FUCK
>stumble around throwing up and my head is pulsing excruciatingly painfully
>Look around but no man in sight, my friend Curtis doesn't really give a fuck about my violent throwing up fit
>so delrious and ill that I walk to a field to lay down, convincing myself that when the sun fully rises the UV radiation will expand the capilleries in my forhead and make my headache go away (thats how fucking fucked up I was that morning)
TO BE CONT.