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OMG you guys! Don't spook the poor guy any more than he has been!
Maybe go back to the house in the day to reassure yourself there's nothing untoward about it?
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But yeah, lock all the windows and doors securely tonight, just in case.
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What if they're already inside?
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Had an "Oh shit" minute on my ride home tonight.
Currently contracting up in Cheshire and had to work until almost 10pm tonight due to bullshit so had my first go at riding through utterly deserted country lanes in the pitch black on my own.
At first it was lovely and beautiful, the dark tree lined country lanes lit up only by my Hope, the clear visible stars, the occasional golden glow of distant car headlights. Slightly spooky with rapidly moving shadows, and with my overworked stuck in a tiny windowless studio mind started to think spooky thoughts, which at first amused me.
Then I entered an open section of country, with a farmhouse visible in the distance with strange flickering lights coming from its windows, presumably from candlelight or a fire. Thought lol this is like something out of an old english horror movie and a bit Blair Witch or something. Then as I got closer, I got hit by a strong smell of incense - not hippy incense but more Mhyrr or whatever they use in church services. Then I noticed a slight distant thumping and what sounded a bit like maybe chanting or something coming from this farmhouse I was slowly snaking around on the windey country lanes.
This was getting actually really spooky now and my mind started conjouring up weird stories of satanic cults and me getting chased by red robed crazies, dragged off my bike and tortured to death. All I can see right now is the 30m or so of road illuminated in front of me, the sky, the lights from this distant house and complete fucking darkness. Then a distant church bell started ringing. It must be long past 10pm by now?
Then there was some wisp of something in the road which I swerved around and by now was feeling proper terrified. I wanted to stop and see what it was (probably just a plant growing through a crack in the shitty surface) but could only imagine the horde of berobed cultist chasing behind so I just rode on as fast as I could. I was grateful when a car came up and stayed behind me for a while illuminating much more than I could already see, and it wasn't until I reached the next town that I calmed down.
I need to stop working long hours.
Quality.
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Then I entered an open section of country, with a farmhouse visible in the distance with strange flickering lights coming from its windows, presumably from candlelight or a fire.
Ah, thought I saw a cyclist go by quite late. I was just having a few friends round for 'dinner', sorry to have spooked you.
Feel free to pop by any time after dark, you'll be made to feel very welcome :-)
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On the TNRC Bath ride we passed through a village in Wiltshire just as the pre-dawn glow was filling in some details of the world beyond the edge of the blacktop. Someone spotted a dummy at the roadside and points it out, then another is seen, and another. Ramaye pipes up something along the lines of "they must be a cyclist murdering cult and these are effigies of their victims". A hollow chortle rings around but as we peer deeper into the dullness we pick out multitudes of mannequins. They are sitting at bus stops, standing by driveway gates, propped up on garden walls, the whole village is peopled by these demonic dummies. Without further acknowledgement we all pushed just a little harder and rode in silence until the place was comfortably behind us.
Late night darkness and being tired can amplify the creepiness but bottom line is; They're a weird lot out there in the countryside.
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We're weirder, though.
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Who? Germans?
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City people.
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Forumengers.
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I am still alive by the way and not currently tied up to an inverted crucifix in someone's fungeon, my blood slowly being let out into silver goblets and my severed genitals upon a marble tablet next to a ram's skull and some gold coins.
I just remembered another weird incident when cycling. When I was about 15, a couple of friends of mine and I rode down to Hampstead Heath on our MTBs. We were just speeding about on the trails in the foresty bit when we entered an enclave that as we rode through revealed itself it to be largely populated by naked people, just sitting about. We kept up the pace and said nothing until we reached the exit.
It was like we'd entered the forbidden glade of the forest nymphs, and somehow we were able to see them due to our youth whereas they would be invisible to others. Except the nymphs were largely overweight middle aged people.
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On the TNRC Bath ride we passed through a village in Wiltshire just as the pre-dawn glow was filling in some details of the world beyond the edge of the blacktop. Someone spotted a dummy at the roadside and points it out, then another is seen, and another. Ramaye pipes up something along the lines of "they must be a cyclist murdering cult and these are effigies of their victims". A hollow chortle rings around but as we peer deeper into the dullness we pick out multitudes of mannequins. They are sitting at bus stops, standing by driveway gates, propped up on garden walls, the whole village is peopled by these demonic dummies. Without further acknowledgement we all pushed just a little harder and rode in silence until the place was comfortably behind us.
Late night darkness and being tired can amplify the creepiness but bottom line is; They're a weird lot out there in the countryside.
http://lefrancofile.wordpress.com/2011/10/04/ftes-des-mariolles/
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Given Benjam was using his Garmin to navigate that may well have been the village we passed through.
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I just remembered another weird incident when cycling. When I was about 15, a couple of friends of mine and I rode down to Hampstead Heath on our MTBs. We were just speeding about on the trails in the foresty bit when we entered an enclave that as we rode through revealed itself it to be largely populated by naked people, just sitting about. We kept up the pace and said nothing until we reached the exit.
Could have at least given them a cheery wave an said "Afternoon!", to maintain their illusion of normality. As it was, you dropped a big boatload of cognitive dissonance on their fun.
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I am still alive by the way and not currently tied up to an inverted crucifix in someone's fungeon, my blood slowly being let out into silver goblets and my severed genitals upon a marble tablet next to a ram's skull and some gold coins.
I just remembered another weird incident when cycling. When I was about 15, a couple of friends of mine and I rode down to Hampstead Heath on our MTBs. We were just speeding about on the trails in the foresty bit when we entered an enclave that as we rode through revealed itself it to be largely populated by naked people, just sitting about. We kept up the pace and said nothing until we reached the exit.
It was like we'd entered the forbidden glade of the forest nymphs, and somehow we were able to see them due to our youth whereas they would be invisible to others. Except the nymphs were largely overweight middle aged people.
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Forest nymphomaniacs
There's no such thing MM
Trust me, I would have seen them by now.
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The object in the rode was probably a doll in a blanket, meant to look like an abandoned baby, intended to make you stop so that you could be assaulted, kidnapped, tortured and finally permitted the sweet release of death.