I am terrified of both Carl Higgens, and spiders.
Carl Higgens is the worst man ever known.
He is very small, a troll, as I call him. I supose midget, or little person would be acceptable as well, but because of his evil ways, I call him a troll.
One day, we were packing to go on a trip to New York. I was playing with those blocks with letters on them, for babies to learn. I built a tower, and knocked it over, and when they landed, it spelled out Carl Higgens. I had never heard this name before, but as soon as I said it out loud, I knew it was trouble.
We started on our trip, and the day of driving went fine, no sign of trouble yet. We were making our way threw Canada, and it was getting late, so we stopped at a camp ground for the night, and set up out tents, for sleep. The night was long, and sleepless, as it was storming, and bad weather out. When we woke up, there were apples everywhere around the tent. How odd we thought.
Then we went further on our journey, we finally arrived in New York state. We set up camp here, in what was a trailer park/camp ground. This was a very bad night. There were drunk rednecks screaming all night, clearly their redneck spider senses were going off, feeling th evil force that was Carl Higgens himself.
The next day, we finally made it to New York city, and this was the day where shit really started to hit the fan. We decided it would be wise to stay outside of the city, on this small lake. There was a guy, who looked and talked exactly like Sylvester Stalone. He had his house and 5 cabins on this lake, so we rented one from him, for the entire week. He was a nice man, he said to me, there is a boat down by the lake, you may use it if you wish. Just tell me if you need some Oars. If you need some oars let me know, I'll get you the oars. This nice man offered me oars. I liked him.
The first night we stayed there, we were playing shadow puppets with a flashlight, in bed. Suddenly we heard a car screech to a stop, we heard 7 quick gunshots, then the car peel out.
We never saw Sylvester again.
Carl got him.
The next day, we decided we would not yet go into the city, instead we would go to Sleepy Hollow cemetery, and see the headless horsemans grave, and the bridge.
We got a wee bit lost on the way, and stopped at a dollar store for directions. There we met a crazy old woman. We asked where to find the headless horsemans bridge, and she insisted no such thing existed, and we needed to leave the area. We had to go south until we found the Tallahatchie bridge, and then cross it. We said, fuck you old lady, and did not take her wise advice. She too must have known about Carl, and was trying to save us.
The next few days we slept in the cabin, and visited the city, nothing eventful happened.
On our way home we stayed at a camp ground in Canada again, the same one we stayed at the first day of the trip. This time the weather was fair, so all should have been well. But oh no, Carl was there, in all of his rage, he wanted a tent too.
He shook our tent all night, kicking it, throwing things at it. At one point, when i was laying close to the edge, he kicked me right in the head. It was a terrifying night, but we remained safe, because Carl cannot enter a tent. When we woke up, once again the tent was surrounded with apples.
We then returned home, from our trip of Carl Higgens torture. This was 7 years ago. Since then, there have been many small reincarnations of Carl.
He is the evil in my life.
Where is he now? It's hard to say, surely he is somewhere, angry and tentless, creating unpleasant times. I have no doubt he will come back into my life sometime in the future.
Carl Higgens is the worst man ever known.
He is very small, a troll, as I call him. I supose midget, or little person would be acceptable as well, but because of his evil ways, I call him a troll.
One day, we were packing to go on a trip to New York. I was playing with those blocks with letters on them, for babies to learn. I built a tower, and knocked it over, and when they landed, it spelled out Carl Higgens. I had never heard this name before, but as soon as I said it out loud, I knew it was trouble.
We started on our trip, and the day of driving went fine, no sign of trouble yet. We were making our way threw Canada, and it was getting late, so we stopped at a camp ground for the night, and set up out tents, for sleep. The night was long, and sleepless, as it was storming, and bad weather out. When we woke up, there were apples everywhere around the tent. How odd we thought.
Then we went further on our journey, we finally arrived in New York state. We set up camp here, in what was a trailer park/camp ground. This was a very bad night. There were drunk rednecks screaming all night, clearly their redneck spider senses were going off, feeling th evil force that was Carl Higgens himself.
The next day, we finally made it to New York city, and this was the day where shit really started to hit the fan. We decided it would be wise to stay outside of the city, on this small lake. There was a guy, who looked and talked exactly like Sylvester Stalone. He had his house and 5 cabins on this lake, so we rented one from him, for the entire week. He was a nice man, he said to me, there is a boat down by the lake, you may use it if you wish. Just tell me if you need some Oars. If you need some oars let me know, I'll get you the oars. This nice man offered me oars. I liked him.
The first night we stayed there, we were playing shadow puppets with a flashlight, in bed. Suddenly we heard a car screech to a stop, we heard 7 quick gunshots, then the car peel out.
We never saw Sylvester again.
Carl got him.
The next day, we decided we would not yet go into the city, instead we would go to Sleepy Hollow cemetery, and see the headless horsemans grave, and the bridge.
We got a wee bit lost on the way, and stopped at a dollar store for directions. There we met a crazy old woman. We asked where to find the headless horsemans bridge, and she insisted no such thing existed, and we needed to leave the area. We had to go south until we found the Tallahatchie bridge, and then cross it. We said, fuck you old lady, and did not take her wise advice. She too must have known about Carl, and was trying to save us.
The next few days we slept in the cabin, and visited the city, nothing eventful happened.
On our way home we stayed at a camp ground in Canada again, the same one we stayed at the first day of the trip. This time the weather was fair, so all should have been well. But oh no, Carl was there, in all of his rage, he wanted a tent too.
He shook our tent all night, kicking it, throwing things at it. At one point, when i was laying close to the edge, he kicked me right in the head. It was a terrifying night, but we remained safe, because Carl cannot enter a tent. When we woke up, once again the tent was surrounded with apples.
We then returned home, from our trip of Carl Higgens torture. This was 7 years ago. Since then, there have been many small reincarnations of Carl.
He is the evil in my life.
Where is he now? It's hard to say, surely he is somewhere, angry and tentless, creating unpleasant times. I have no doubt he will come back into my life sometime in the future.
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brittymon:
ive had it open like all night sorry i fell asleep. im there now tho 
rubyfoo:
did I miss your birthday? I am so sorry....I know this is late, but wishing you lots of love and good stuff....talk soon....x
