the-fortunator

Slender man It was morning, probably sometime around four or five o'clock. It was towards the end of October, the 28th to be exact. It was the beginning of rifle season and I was excited; this was the year I would finally get something. That twelve point buck that was hidden up in the forest woodland around my house would be mine. I knew if I could get it two things would happen; one, my father would finally see that I did enjoy hunting, and no longer worry about whether he thought I felt like I needed to hunt because of him; and two, that buck would be mounted on the wall and that would be a real achievement to me, to be the one who added