Woops, that other post up there ^^^ was already getting a little TL;DLookatit, so here's a few more pics I wanted to share for some reason that we will probably never get to the bottom of, so let's just go with it.
Went on a bachelor party weekend, which I mentioned the other day. That's the second of the two cabins above. If you look closely you'll probably see a goddamn pig's head staring out the top window. No way was I sleeping in that devil's vacation house.
More below.
This is what the upstairs looked like. There were bedrooms off to either side of the hallway. Like a budget ass version of The Shining up in there.
The fact that all these chairs were arranged like so, and that there were so many of them, shouldn't be scary, and yet here we are. Witches' book reading club over here.
Yeah, that's normal. Horrible skeleton ghost babies need somewhere to sleep too I guess.
So who was the place haunted by? Funny you should ask, because there were pictures of them all over the house, which came in handy for when I needed to identify who it was that was eating my entire face off while I slept.
That's my man Griswold, who built the place back in the late 1800s, and his two twin girls. That guy is a bad ass. If he knew little shits like me would be jerking off and smoking so much pot that he had to take a nap in front of the fireplace like a little baby, then eating bag after bag of potato chips, he'd probably be like "What're potato chips?" And you know what? He'd be right.
Not so scary by day I suppose, unless you tried dipping your balls in that frozen lake, which I did. USA USA USA
Wait, yes it is. Why are there scissored burned onto that table? What need is there to ever have hot scissors? Besides disemboweling dudes real slow-like?
Why. Why? AGHGHGHG. What are those hand swipes on the right there? *leaves woods, goes back to city*
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ha! I loved this post and enjoyed these pictures. I hope you guys had a fun and mostly haunt-free weekend.
We did enjoy it, but we're all dead now, so it was kind of a mixed bag. Posting this from purgatory. Or maybe it's just normal life, hard to tell the diff.
SAME THING
..then eating bag after bag of potato chips, he'd probably be like "What're potato chips?" And you know what? He'd be right.
-ahaha that got me
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