Ghost human farm

"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window."

There have been times where it was just the eyes that were flashing from behind the cabin. Red eyes. From deep inside the woods. A piercing gaze that had the entire magic forest in its grip. No one knew what it was. No one dared to approach to see wtf is going on. Until a day a hero is born.

Hero wanted - See Job description for qualifications needed to apply.

Job description:

- Must be able to count in numbers

- May be doubtful but should be decisive

- Must know how to clean and cook

- Must be friendly with women

After the interview's dust settled and a man was chosen, an unpredicted favourite of some sitcom, that would champion the cause and go investigate these red fucking eyes prying on our systems. Picture a Ross like character. Ross here meaning mighty steed.

Ross is a very one dimensional character, not subtle at all, charges into the problem head-butt first, not sensitive, has never cried nor complained, followed his dreams and got all the way to the top as a respected member of society.

That's who they've chosen to go complete the task and honestly who could blame them, it was a pretty straightforward task, go inside the cabin and see what's up, come back and tell us what's up?

Ross charges in happens what happens, no one knows, since that day it's been the red eyes and the candle.

(Note the cabin here if you looked at it physically was just an abandoned cabin in the woods, but people there were I don't know on a permanent LSD trip they were seeing eyes and shit)

I don't even remember what I was saying, 600 words is long man, too long, need to be diminished a little. Oh yeah there was some cabin and some guy named Ross that charged in riding a balloon in the shape of a dragon. The balloon obviously exploded inside because it was just an abandonded cabin. There were nails exposed and shit. So first thing the balloon bumped against a big nail and BAM our ROSS falls of his mighty steed into dirt. Uncomprehensible dirt. He then exploded in a frenzy of laughter and tears that dropped of his body like a galaxy of shackling stars. Ross was high as fuck.

Then he saw fucking mermaids who were singing on the edge of a forbidden island, where they directed all those dirty movies. Obviously he charges in Head-dick first. Got squeezed in a million shapes before he was spat out from the island's anus into the freight of garbage that was sent off far beyond the horizon to dump the trash, except now our world is shrinking and the garbage seems to be dropped on our backyard, where we used to play gold but now we can't because of all the dirt that even we start to complain: what's up with all the dirt!?

Now you have dick-head and butt-head meeting atthe confluent of dirt, the mythical meeting and our Ross gets dumped there amidst the entire turmoil that's about to happen and somehow he still got a piece of his dragon balloon in his hand which he blows into a new but smaller dragon. He uses the dragoon to fly away, beyond the horizon, but he sees himself standing on spot, not knowing what the fuck is going on. He just stands there right before the apex of fall. There is just silence. He sighs out a relief: Fuck yeah! I made the 600 words! And he falls dick-butt first.