- USS Athena
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- Noble Member
I used to live in an isolated town in Colorado, just a bit far from a major Air Force Base and a metropolitan area until I moved there. So, there was always this house that was across from us a ways up the street, and the guy apparently didn't have a regular car, but just a funeral hearse. The house was an ugly, faded cyan blue color, and the paint was peeling from decay. One time, I was walking up the street and heard what sounded like a circular saw going. The apparent owner of the house, a fat, creepy looking white dudes with a white shirt and overalls walks out with what's apparently blood/rust stains all over his overalls and shirt, and just says, "hey", and walks back inside. Just, weird enough. I walked this girl home who I had an interest in, and on the way back, I walked by his house, and his hearse was repositioned on the opposite side of the street, next to where I walk. I look over, and he's just standing there with his front door open, with an orange illuminating glow from behind him and him being entirely pitch black. Then he started walking towards me. I said -blam!- that and ran, lol.