By Chef Unxmaal
“Whose mug is this?” Becky asked.
“No idea,” I replied. “What are you talking about?”
“This mug right here,” she said. I leaned back in my chair and craned my neck to see.
“I’m trying to watch this show,” I said. “What’s the big deal about a mug?”
“I’ve never seen it before,” Becky said, getting that tone in her voice like I was about to be in trouble.
“So what? You collect cups and mugs like most people … er, don’t,” I said. If I was going to be in trouble, I might as well go for broke.
“Well, look at it. It’s weird. And I’ve never seen it before.” Continue reading “The Mug”
By Chef Mr_Outlaw_
We’d been driving around Texas for a while. Clayton, Tom and I had recently graduated, so we had no destination. We were just there to dick around and create some memories until we had to snap back to real life.
At one point, Tom had gotten into a heated bar-fight at some dingy joint in Bexar County. The police were called. Although he hadn’t gotten any charges, the cops pretty much warned us that we weren’t welcome back in the area. Fair enough. We decided to tone it down a bit. That’s when we started planning some shit that wouldn’t get us potentially stabbed and/or arrested. We all settled on the paranormal. That stuff was just so interesting, you know? I guess it really preys on that esoteric fear of the unknown that the human psyche implicitly holds, stimulating some kind of fucked-up rush to the brain. Anyways, we were in the market for some spooky shit. Continue reading “Some People in Gas Masks have been Standing Outside of a Building in a Dead Cornfield”