I just wanna say I'm usually a hardened sceptic of supernatural mumbo jumbo. Lately, however, after having recently moved into an abandoned, isolated farmyard within a mysterious stone circle on Bodmin Moor, atop the site of a former ninth century druid graveyard, medieval devil worshipping settlement and early Victorian mental institution, I have awoken sluggishly every morning to find myself stripped naked, with my hands and feet bound to the bedposts with bloody bandages, gaping wounds across my face, and ceiling high, blood stained scrawlings of "Suck Beelzebub's hate milk" and "Kill kill whore of Lucifer for the Winter Solstice is all but 'pon us for to shatter souls 'twixt her icy fist!"
We've also been finding a number of fetid animal carcasses, contorted into horrifyingly buckled and twisted representations of Satan's image, laid in a pentagon around the farmyard perimeter.
My wife puts this down to the stress of moving and new house noises. What do you think?
Cheers x
2007-12-17
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