- >"Anon!"
- >That fucking ear piercing voice...
- >Why can't she let you sleep, why can't she leave you alone for once?
- >"Damnit Anon! We're gonna be late for the counselor again."
- >Oh right, you're 27 years old with a already failing marriage, you've been regretting for years.
- >The counselor is supposed to fix all of it, a man with a degree is supposed to solve all of your terrible regrets.
- >You could of had all those trips with the guys, you could have at least lived out your young years.
- >But no, love seemed too alluring at the time.
- >Memories flash in your head of when you were 20.
- >You're holding your beautiful wife.
- >Those stunning blue eyes, soft black hair with the fragrance of lavender.
- > And that amazing body, so many curves it could derail a train.
- >With your parent's woodland home scenery to compliment your already scrumptious view.
- >She's still as beautiful as ever, just more bitchy and demanding.
- >"Anon! I'm going now, my mom Is here to watch the kids, be at the counselor's in an hour!"
- Yes honey...
- >You mumble reluctantly into your pillow.
- >"I love you." She smiles at you.
- >All you could muster was
- Yep.
- >She scoffs at your half hearted response, and slams the bedroom door shut.
- Well... Time to get up.
- >While you're still lieing down, you slowly stretch your body and seemily cracking every bone in your back.
- >58 minutes and counting...
- >While sliping on your signature comfy shorts, you head out of the bedroom walking down the hallway, with a towel in tow.
- >You stop by the living room area.
- >You see your beautiful six year old daughter, sitting on the floor watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
- "Good morning sweetie."
- >You say while leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
- >All she responds with is:
- >"Daddy! Princess Cadence is marrying Shining armor!"
- >You give her a puzzled look as you turn your head to the screen, watching two ponies enter a carriage with wedding attire on.
- >"Just like you and mommy!"
- >That statement hits you right in the feels...
- >You've always loved your daughter reguardless of the state of your marriage.
- "Alright Rozzlyn, daddy's gonna go get cleaned up and go to work. Grandma is gonna watch you today."
- >Her face turns sad.
- >"But daddy, can't we just play today?"
- >This is starting to kill you.
- "I'm sorry sweetie, daddy has some important work to do with mommy today. We can watch My Little Pony, when I get home."
- >She gives you a pouty look saying: "Alrrrriiiggghhht."
- >You give her another big hug, then pick up your towel and head to the bathroom.
- >You feel refreshed, and professional now that you're clothed.
- >You've got about 25 minutes till the counseling session.
- >Just enough time to get some coffee through the drive through.
- >You grab your warm winter coat, your keys, and say goodbye and thank you to your mother in law.
- >Something strikes you right as you leave out the door.
- >The streets seem barren...
- >You look down at your watch.
- >8:38.
- "What the hell? Isn't it like, rush hour?"
- >I mean, your town isn't that big, but hell, this is just plain eerie.
- >You try to shrug it off as you slip into your freezing mini-van.
- >You turn the key in the ignition, and crank the heat all the way to high.
- >Turning your head to back out, you see a very old and creepy looking truck pass by the driveway of your house.
- >It's really rusty and looks like it was from the 50s.
- >At a glance, you saw a bearded old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth.
- >Out of all the cars you see, that thing?
- >You scoff
- >As you finally are backed out, you head towards Mcdonald's to get a steaming hot cup o' Joe.
- >You never needed anything fancy or expensive.
- >Mcdonald's coffee suffices your caffeine needs and for some reason, always stays so damn hot.
- >You pull up to your destination to see there is only one car parked in the lot.
- >This makes no sense.
- >This place is normaly fucking packed to the brim, with breakfast hungry Americans.
- >You pull to the speaker box whilst rolling your window down.
- >A woman with a pleasant voice responds "Welcome to Mcdonalds, how can I serve you?
- "Can I get a large coffee?"
- >"That'll be $1.26, anything else?"
- "No thank you"
- >You were always known for being a polite man, maybe a little weird at times too...
- >"Please pull up to the second window"
- >You begin to pull up, and make a complete stop, centering yourself with the window.
- >A woman, probably in her 20s with black hair in a pony tail, opens the window and takes your money.
- >Pony tail... It rings through your head.
- >Memories of your daughter watching MLP flash through your head.
- >"I'll be right back with your coffee sir."
- >With that, you snap back to reality.
- >She closes the window and dissapears.
- >You at your radio with it reading: 8:52.
- >The counselor is about a five minute drive from here, you'll make it no problem.
- >You've been waiting for about five minutes.
- "What the hell is this wait? It's one fucking cup of coffee!"
- >You start yelling HELLO??? At the window.
- >You begin to knock on it.
- >No response.
- >You start curiously looking every which way at the window, wondering where the hell the lady is.
- "I don't have time for this."
- >You grunt.
- >You speed away from the window with a "Fuck it" attitude.
- >As you're driving down the road towards the counselors office, you can't get that kid's show out of your damn head.
- >Pictures of colorful candy-ass ponies are now bombarding your mind.
- >You pull on to the mainroad and you're now running late by 2 minutes.
- >You're speeding like, 65 in a 45.
- >You're mind still filled with ponies, and it's starting to scare you.
- >You begin to turn on the road and you're tires immediatly lock up, due to how fast you were going into the turn.
- "Oh, fuck!"
- >You begin to frantically turn your wheel left and right to avoid crashing.
- >You're speeding really fast towards the ditch now, no hope of stopping, it's so slick.
- "Damnit!!!"
- >You've now flown into the ditch.
- >Your car came to an immediate stop.
- >Unfortunatly, your airbags didn't deploy, you hit your head on the steering wheel pretty bad.
- "sssssssssss--"
- >You grab your head in pain.
- >Trying to regain your bearings, you unhook your seatbelt and try prying open the door.
- >theres a cascade of snow blocking your door.
- >The headache isn't helping you open it any easier.
- >You're car is still upright, you didn't take too much damage from the impact.
- >You try climbing over the seats to the back door of the car.
- >Your left leg is a little hurt.
- >Unhooking the latch, the back door opens with ease.
- >You climb out and take a look at where you are.
- >You landed about 15 feet from the road, by the edge of the forest that lies beyond it.
- >Your car landed front first into the snow, luckily, it gave you some cushion.
- >You climb over mounds of snow to get by the edge of the road.
- "Great."
- >No cars on the road to be found.
- >It's like a 10 mile hike back to town, there's no way your gonna walk back in this cold.
- >You reach into your pocket, only to find pieces of smashed phone.
- "This has to be some kind of horror story."
- >You look back at the forest and limp back down to where your car lies.
- >You just stare at how fucked your car is, then you turn your head to the forest.
- >You see a very small worn out shed maybe 100-175 yards out.
- >It's really eerie, and when you look at it, it gives you a strange feeling like it's been haunted.
- >Probably some guys hunting blind.
- "Well, no sense standing in this cold."
- >You start walking towards the shed, swearing you could hear a horses footsteps.
- >It's so eerie here, dead quiet, and so overcast it's almost dark.
- >You look at your watch again. reading 9:20AM.
- >Jen is going to hate you.
- >You're getting closer and closer to a divorce.
- >You're now about 20 feet from the shed.
- >God, there's just something about it that feels off.
- >What is it doing near the town?
- >You take a closer look, it looks about 6x8 in size, and has a dark wood finish.
- >It's really old looking, and has gaps in the wood board walls.
- >You're now at the door of the shed and are hesitant to open it.
- >This property is owned by the city, no one will bother you just hole up here for awhile.
- >You slowly open the door made of a sheet metal, and see something that will forever change who you are.
- >Something horrible, something that was not meant for human eyes.
- >Nah, just kidding.
- >Fuck off brain.
- >Inside you find a chair in the corner with an end table, a foam mat with a light blanket on it, and a box of matches sitting on the chair.
- >It looks as it's been camped in recently.
- >It's really fucking creepy, but you don't care, that head damage back there really made you drowsy, you can sleep it off.
- >You position yourself in a sleeping position on the mat and try to get a nap.
- >If they find your car, they'll see the footsteps leading here.
- >On the verge of falling asleep, you hear those trotting noises again.
- "I'm probably just hearing things, god my head hurts."
- >And soon, you are drifting to sleep, flashbacks of regret, your daughter, trotting noises, and My Little Pony images flow through your mind.
- >And you don't stop the MLP thoughts, they're peaceful, they take you away from your mundane life.
- >It's another world only filled happiness and colorful ponies...
Pastebin launched a little side project called HostCabi.net, check it out ;-)Don't like ads? PRO users don't see any ads ;-)
Text below is selected. Please press Ctrl+C to copy to your clipboard. (⌘+C on Mac)
create a new version of this paste
RAW Paste Data