Manor to Sasse (Fiano Romano)
premise, is a true story and told it to warm. Now the hours are 1:28 am. About an hour ago I (Fedez) Bobbz, and Gig Stewen we have lived (more or less) one of the most frightening experiences of our lives. Step
to tell you everything, read the title and image. I state that the desolatissimo Sasso is a place of our country, a place of horror films. Our friend from Bobbz say "journey "....
We were in the car park when our beloved Bobbz was planning to go see the situation at the stones. Well .. 1 ... 2 .... 3 ... lost off the streets .... and we are there ... There is some minor inconvenience like a couple who trumpet (both nudissimi) at the intersection where we had to turn. Bobbz masterfully puts the front of the camera and makes them move ... imagine the face of him. Well the Trombatore is more forward and we go to our favorite mall.
finally arrived we begin to talk about murder, aliens, killer etc ... (Of course the place is dark. Not even a small light). You park your car and do a little walk. After about ten minutes back to the car. Bobbz Stewen and find a path, and so go to the pool (all still in complete darkness). Gig and I like two balls, and as always happens in horror movies we are still waiting for them in the air more obscure.
After another 10 minutes and several gridaper call our friends do not see anything ... NOT AGAIN ...
Suddenly you feel an object falling from above and a type noise coming from near the envelope wipe car (almost 10 meters behind me and Gig covered by a bush).
Gig At that point he looks at me and exclaims: "Fedez you heard?" - And I "You dick". With a leap hug my friend ..... of life in this case ... The footsteps continue .... closer ... increases the fear .... Then
Gig says: "They will be those two balls that make us a joke!"
Like hell! There was nothing ... and we get to see the light of phone ... we observe a very large black spot still ... seemed almost fixed ...
We looked and .... VIA ... We started the flight ... we made a climb in the race to 100 km / h wanted to run away .... now none of Bobbz and Stewen traccia...
Corriamo, corriamo e ancora corriamo fino ad arrivare alla macchina di quei due che trombano... li ci fermiamo e facciamo i vaghi... erano ancora in mezzo alla strada mah.... la paura era salita alle stelle... cosa cazzo avevamo sentito... cosa cazzo era caduto... ma soprattutto che cazzo camminava... vicino a noi e poi è sparito.... fatto sta che dopo 5minuti arrivano i nostri amici scattiamo in macchina... rifacciamo spostare quelli che trombano... e via verso la civiltà....
NON VI POSSO DIRE COSA HO SENTITO O VISTO... VI GIURO CHE PERò ABBIAMO CORSO AD UNA VELOCITA' DISUMANA E QUALCOSA C'ERA L'ABBIAMO SENTITA E VISTA ENTRAMBI....
CONSIGLIO? NON ANDATE ALLE SASSETE DA SOLI E DI NOTTE....
ORA PROVO A DORMIRE SONO QUASI LE 2.00 DOMANI LAVORO.... BUONA NOTTE ... E ATTENTI AI RUMORI !
AO SE CE SO ERRORI D'ORTOGRAFIA O SINTASSI SO STANCO QUINDI MANCO RILEGGO PERDONATEME !
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