My OperaMonkey story
Sunday, June 12, 2011 4:31:03 PM
By J.K Mahon
There was a tale that used to prevail until all the darkly hail lost reign.
This is a story of the haunting primate arroyo. According to the rumours of those that still dwell near the place of occurence, recall of animal-like crescendo as indescribable as the tearing of this reality's fabric by the supernatural. The elementals repeat the scenery that had happened in those times over and over, only James K. Mahon's aspired by Sherlock Holmes' chronicle deductions, can be sounded to be looped. They are stuck in the loop and they need a resolution to cross over.
But perhaps I need to take you to where it all began. The legend says that the place depicted by the attached pictures used to be a lodge, an accomodation residence, until the owners of this small business fell victim to the temptation of the all money. The place had a troop of apes living there and interacting with the humans humourously like a little paradise. Obviously business was booming. And the owners decided to maximise their profit by constructing more rooms, which meant they had to do all they could to create more space even if it meant cutting down on plantation. They cut trees and built more accomodation, and this was appealing to their markets because in no hassle the rooms were occupied.
But, all of these insensitive activities made the apes go apeshit in a negative way and they were compelled to compete for space and all important. Some of these apes started to fight one another, for all peanuts I care, hell it was survival of the fittest all over again, alludes the rumours.
And so the story report of a fierce battle that led to both the contenders in the contest dead. The monkeys that were fighting died together while fighting in an unending showdown.
Now the duel continues even in the spirit realm.
The haunting
The people that live there put forth that which is similar to true fiction. They say sometimes in the night they hear creeping noises made by the ghosts of the apes, hinting to the mind that they are in a fight or a quarrel or some sort. In one particular night they report, fire sparks were seen around that place as if the claws of those dead monkeys scratch the rocks with force equivalent to the rage of swordsmen. Yes, this place that you see in the pictures here is haunted.
You do not want to be here in the evening because the ghost apes may mistake you as one in their fight or the owner of the place who had everything to be blaimed for all of this. I am not pointing fingers I'm just stating the obvious.
The happening
The weird thing that had happened recently during this investigation was that I went there and I had this notepad with me and writting down some notes. Afterwards, I sat down to take a break and eat some snacks. Not expecting a thing, but when I turnt, my notepad was torn to pieces. I was shocked because I didn't expect a thing like that during the dusk. Seems they stroke very early, hence, I mentioned you do not want to be there during the night. But the frequency of the incidents has decreased now, and the dwellers have grown ignorant to the noises or tired, whichever makes you happy.
I'm planning on digging for the real truth and bringing you the terror of what is happening in the monkey's ghostly world if I feel so compelled to dig further. Those monkeys need a resolution to cross over, but somebody may need the help of John Edward to do so if they must. So folks, expect more stories about the monkey story.
There was a tale that used to prevail until all the darkly hail lost reign.
This is a story of the haunting primate arroyo. According to the rumours of those that still dwell near the place of occurence, recall of animal-like crescendo as indescribable as the tearing of this reality's fabric by the supernatural. The elementals repeat the scenery that had happened in those times over and over, only James K. Mahon's aspired by Sherlock Holmes' chronicle deductions, can be sounded to be looped. They are stuck in the loop and they need a resolution to cross over.
But perhaps I need to take you to where it all began. The legend says that the place depicted by the attached pictures used to be a lodge, an accomodation residence, until the owners of this small business fell victim to the temptation of the all money. The place had a troop of apes living there and interacting with the humans humourously like a little paradise. Obviously business was booming. And the owners decided to maximise their profit by constructing more rooms, which meant they had to do all they could to create more space even if it meant cutting down on plantation. They cut trees and built more accomodation, and this was appealing to their markets because in no hassle the rooms were occupied.
But, all of these insensitive activities made the apes go apeshit in a negative way and they were compelled to compete for space and all important. Some of these apes started to fight one another, for all peanuts I care, hell it was survival of the fittest all over again, alludes the rumours.
And so the story report of a fierce battle that led to both the contenders in the contest dead. The monkeys that were fighting died together while fighting in an unending showdown.
Now the duel continues even in the spirit realm.
The haunting
The people that live there put forth that which is similar to true fiction. They say sometimes in the night they hear creeping noises made by the ghosts of the apes, hinting to the mind that they are in a fight or a quarrel or some sort. In one particular night they report, fire sparks were seen around that place as if the claws of those dead monkeys scratch the rocks with force equivalent to the rage of swordsmen. Yes, this place that you see in the pictures here is haunted.
You do not want to be here in the evening because the ghost apes may mistake you as one in their fight or the owner of the place who had everything to be blaimed for all of this. I am not pointing fingers I'm just stating the obvious.
The happening
The weird thing that had happened recently during this investigation was that I went there and I had this notepad with me and writting down some notes. Afterwards, I sat down to take a break and eat some snacks. Not expecting a thing, but when I turnt, my notepad was torn to pieces. I was shocked because I didn't expect a thing like that during the dusk. Seems they stroke very early, hence, I mentioned you do not want to be there during the night. But the frequency of the incidents has decreased now, and the dwellers have grown ignorant to the noises or tired, whichever makes you happy.
I'm planning on digging for the real truth and bringing you the terror of what is happening in the monkey's ghostly world if I feel so compelled to dig further. Those monkeys need a resolution to cross over, but somebody may need the help of John Edward to do so if they must. So folks, expect more stories about the monkey story.
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