I read a reaallyy weird story ages ago on creepypasta that wasn’t exactly scary but just pretty fucked up. I can’t remember what it was called but it was about an orange? And it was a first person narrative of how throughout this guy’s life there’s creepy people trying to get him to take an orange. Long read but worth it if anyone can find it :)
It’s a magical place..
I’m a bar manager and on a quiet Monday night I had a (seemingly normal) lady hand a member of staff a clump of her hair to put in the bin.. ‘In case anyone tries to eat it’. Bar work.
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