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Writer's Block: Paranormal activity
Oct. 22nd, 2011 08:01 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
In 1997 I walked into town from Fulham Gardens and cut a path along the River Torrens and was still halfway along the river when night fell. And I wasn't too far from the Morphett Street bridge when something caught my attention on the riverbank. Namely, a pitch-black dog lying there, which kind of ... blended/melded into shadows kind of creepily, that had eyes that were a deep, dying-ember red that flickered. And it swung its head my way and got to its feet and didn't make a single sound.
My response was pretty straightforward.
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/just. kept. walking.
I was back there several times during the day, lookng for the right set of circumstances to have given me an optical illusion of what the Mad Russian and I affectionately termed The Hellhound (made no sound, must be a trick of the light), but we never found anything. We did find a ghost story about a dog associated with the river, though.
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In 1997 I walked into town from Fulham Gardens and cut a path along the River Torrens and was still halfway along the river when night fell. And I wasn't too far from the Morphett Street bridge when something caught my attention on the riverbank. Namely, a pitch-black dog lying there, which kind of ... blended/melded into shadows kind of creepily, that had eyes that were a deep, dying-ember red that flickered. And it swung its head my way and got to its feet and didn't make a single sound.
My response was pretty straightforward.
/just. kept. walking.
I was back there several times during the day, lookng for the right set of circumstances to have given me an optical illusion of what the Mad Russian and I affectionately termed The Hellhound (made no sound, must be a trick of the light), but we never found anything. We did find a ghost story about a dog associated with the river, though.
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