♣ mediated by @shepherdsMercy
➤ I supp〇se I sh〇uld Intr〇du☾e myself. I am Will〇w, a Supernatural and Spiritual medium. I ☾reate Different Types 〇f Artifa☾ts and P〇ti〇ns that All have Differing affe☾ts. As f〇r The ☾〇n☾ept 〇f gender. I pers〇nally D〇 n〇t Believe i Fit in Either. s〇me ☾all me A freak Or Liar f〇r My w〇rk. But i ☾an assure Y〇u all. What i D〇 and ☾reate is Very real. If y〇u Wish t〇 ☾〇nverse With me. Please. d〇 N〇t be Shy. y〇u Have n〇thing T〇 fear.

wall chicken... yay!
The man it was about is no longer alive. September 5th 1967.
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MOOOOOOOO MOOOOThe woman burst through the undergrowth, branches clawing at her jacket and hair. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled between the trees, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. Something was following her. She never saw it clearly. Sometimes she heard wet footsteps behind her. Sometimes she caught movement between the trunks. Once, she thought she saw a pale shape keeping pace with her in the darkness. The forest seemed endless. "Help!" she screamed. Only the wind answered. A snapping branch sounded close behind her. Too close. She ran harder, tears blurring her vision. Then the sounds stopped. No footsteps. No movement. No noise at all. The silence was somehow worse. She slowed, listening. A hand touched her shoulder. The woods fell quiet again.

X You… x

Wish I could lik£, £xplod£ som£ of my £mploy££s lik£, with my thinkpan. UGH.

Just lik£, saw this b£autiful troll and h£r ugly ass mat£sprit lik£ on my way to a party may lik£ HIC punish him.


