If you found it on the Internet, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CREDIT THE AUTHOR. THEY WORK *WAY* TOO HARD FOR YOU TO JUST BLATANTLY PLAGIARIZE THEM.
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There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence, upon a crooked tile. He bought a crooked cat, who caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together, in a little crooked house.
But the crooked man was sad, and once he had a thought. Why should he be crooked, when others, were not? Everything was worthless, he heaved a great sigh, went and found a rope, and tied it to the sky.
Upon a chair he stood, his eyes blank and dead, without another thought, he hung his head. Now the story is not over yet, for this tale is myth-ed and old, go hide under the cover, there's something not yet told.
There once was a crooked man, who had a crooked smile, and if you lived his life, he'll send you through a trial. He lives for your torment, makes it full of strife and he won't be content... until you take your life.
I didn't write this obviously. it was based on an old nursery rhyme and I couldn't find who made it.
who the hel is saying this to their children? like dude that's kinda messed up. i love the rhyme tho. really cool.
No one ever dares to go into the clearing in the deeper part of the forest. No animal goes in there either, as if they were born with the primal instinct for generations to fear and avoid the area. If forced to enter, they will attack violently and flee. The forest has become infamous as the "Hangman's Forest".
It all started years back, when someone from the nearby village got lost in there, and was found hung from a tree, with all five sense organs ripped off. The next day, those who found the body went missing. No traces left, no signs of struggle, and no one in their families had any idea what could've happened.
One man ventured into the clearing out of suspicion. It was completely empty until he walked into the centre, when all the bodies dropped down from the sky. All of them were hung with the noose extending upwards with no end in sight, their sense organs were missing as if violently torn off, but most surprisingly, the corpses seemed to have been decaying for months.
He ran away immediately as fast as he could. As soon as he reached the village, he told everyone what he saw. He also instructed them that if he were to go missing the next day, he'd most probably end up hanging in the deep forest. Anyone who entered that place would be cursed, and go missing overnight, only to be found there lynched, mutilated and decayed.
It has been years since then, and no one goes too deep into the forest, unless they have lost their way, or their minds. Frankly, a sense of curiosity within me was causing the latter. I knew everyone would try to stop me if they found out, so I sneaked out to the forest some time before sunset when everyone was in their homes.
I expected the place to be empty, so I walked up to the centre. I waited for some time, before the sky lit up directly overhead, as if it were daybreak. I could hear voices, faint and intelligible, as the corpses descended down. All of their sense organs were missing and had decayed over many years.
Their sockets were empty, but I felt them staring down at me. They had no ears, but I knew they were listening intently. They had no tongue, but they uttered the whispers like a chant. It was terrifying. I should have been terrified, but I stayed there to see what would happen next. However, when I took a few steps towards one body to examine it more closely, I found myself stepping out of the forest. I understood there was nothing else I could do but return home now. On my way, every animal avoided me. They could sense that I had been cursed.
I couldn't sleep that night as I lay awake in anticipation. I wanted to know the truth about how the people went missing. My only regret was that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone about what I saw. I started hearing the whispers again, but more clearly. They were calling me, I had to go. As I walked in a trance, I knew I was walking up to a wall, but instead of hitting it I found myself back in the clearing.
I looked up as the light appeared again, but this time I saw colours in it out of the electromagnetic spectrum, beyond human comprehension. It felt like floating in space, surrounded by swirling colours and the sweet voices of the dead. I felt as if I had cast away my humanity, and was ascending beyond the impure, mortal world that was weighing me down.
No, there is no God I saw. Not yet, that is. With the death of the last human, our souls would merge into one. The souls of the damned shall be purged through flames, pain, storm and suffering before they are deemed fit to merge with the rest. We shall transcend evolution and ascend to Godhood.
I no longer need eyes, for I now see the truth. I no longer need ears for I hear everything. I no longer need a tongue, for my soul communicates through means beyond sound. I no longer need a nose, for I am far away from the worldly stench of the universe. I no longer need skin to prevent myself from being soiled as I am intangible to impurity.
I didnt write this, but its more of a experience. MIGHT AS WELL WRITE IT NOW! So my dad showed up with a motor bike he got a while later after my grandfather passed away. When he was talking randomly the garage door slowly creaked open. So i went to look and I stood there for a minute. When I was about to close it, it slammed by itself and our electricity went out for a minute. (If you don’t believe me thats fine.) :)
