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Public class CommandListener extends ListenerAdapter else if ( cmd. Enough with the woods and the guns and the boring ass cryptids that are just stupid smelly animals. >tent and belongings are shredded, strange footprints surround camp perimeterįucking e-commandos. >gas masks, night vision goggles, one guy brought his grandpas bazooka >we all got our M16's with multiple clips

>sprint back to my car/dirt bike/ATV/whatever >makes a screaming noise that is VERY weird >unload entire clip in its general vicinity >has the head of an earless fox/ hairy, mammalian turtle/ancient lemur >oh god, it's some kind of animal, like a bear, but more/less hairy >set up a camp, start shootin shit, fuck yeah >got my M16-A2 assault rifle with multiple clips of FMJ. Had I known what I was going to experience in the cave I never would have returned.Īnd don't forget the boilerplate 'innawoods' threads that seem to comprise 90% of all creepypasta written nowadays:

Had I known how long it was going to take I doubt I would have even begun the project. I figured a few hours work and we would be in. Ha Ha! In retrospect it is funny how simple I thought it was going to be. Calling our passage Floyd's Tomb was not only a tribute to Floyd, but a commentary of the size of the passage. It is an amazing story that is detailed in a book called, 'Trapped: The Story of Floyd Collins' (I think that was the title.

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He got stuck in a tight crawl space and was unable to free himself. It seemed to look like the tight spot where Floyd spent his last miserable days on earth.Ī rough drawing of how the passage originally lookedįloyd Collins was a caver back in the early 1900's. I named the passage Floyd's Tomb, after Floyd Collins. The efforts to haul all of the equipment down to the hole would be a pain, but we hoped it would be worth it. We would widen the hole big enough to squeeze in and see what was on the other side. Then we could take a bullpin and a small sledge hammer and break up the rock. We determined that our best plan would be to haul a cordless drill into the cave to drill into the rock. We figured the rumble was the effect of the trucks resonating through the rocks. The cave is in the vicinity of a highway that has heavy trucks drive on it. My additional comments will help to clarify the things I wrote in my journal. In an effort to present this experience in as accurate light as possible I will type my journal as I wrote it: sans grammar check. (My journal is fairly thorough) I will merely summarize what I am cutting out of the actual entry. This will only occur when the entry has nothing to do with the experience in the cave, such as eating dinner after a trip, getting fuel or snacks, irrelevant details, etc. Only small parts of the journal will I skip. I will include the entire relevant text of my journal. I will not use the actual names of the other individuals involved. I will do my best to convey the thoughts and feelings I had during the entire event. The italicized text is my comment as I reflect on the experience. The plain text is taken directly from my caving journal. I will divide the text into two colors for the sake of clarity. To protect myself from people who might want to copy this site, I include the following: All text on this and following pages are my own words and copyright 2001. Check the date on the main page to see when I've made updates. I will try to finish the site as soon as possible. I would come to the same conclusion had I not experienced them. If you think these events sound far-fetched, I agree. Pic related, kind of like what the woods looked like with light shined in it. >wind doesn't make a punt noise when it hits a ball >skinny trees, no one could hide behind them >right as it is coming the guy stands the floodlight back up right on to the area

>Ask the guy there with me if he wants to get it while I pack the floodlight up >I kicked the ball way to far and it went in to the woods >Right as I go to kick it a huge gust of wind comes through and knocks over the flood light >We decide to just kick the ball around then head out >At about 2:30 AM a cloud cover sets in, and 4 of my friends leave, leaving only me and another guy I didn't know very well >Nice night, stars visible, about 67 degrees >We have a bigass floodlight lighting the field up (moldygh) ban ban hammer banana band bandage bandaid bandana bandit bandolier bane baneposting bangladesh banhammer banner bant (4chan) banzai baptist. >playing soccer in an old field outside of town with a few buddies 51 KB, 500x375 Just happened a few nights ago, kind of spoopy

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