*double-posted from LJ
In Middlebury, CT, in the middle of the woods, theres this amazingly creepy abandoned house/ruins. According to story, there once lived in this secluded house a couple. One day, the husband began hearing these demonic whispery voices in his head, so what does he do? Of course, he did the logical thing to do: He built a DEMON MIDGET VILLAGE in order to house all the voices. Not only did he build an entire village consisting of highly-detailed, tiny stone houses 2-5 feet tall, but he also built a stone throne in order to actually rule over this demon midgetville. At some point, his wife sat in his throne, so he murdered her in it (probably with an axe because we're talking about the woods here.) Now legend says that if one sits in the demon-midgetville-ruling stone, youll die within 7 years. This whole area is known to the locals as The Village of the Little People.
Alright.
Now we heard that, and well, fuck. I had to go check this out or Id probably die within 7 years out of sheer curiosity. So Toby and I equipped our flashlights (me with a mini-maglite), and we headed into these cold, pathed woods:
This is the first thing we saw from afar:
uh oh. Could that be one of the demon midget houses, we wondered? We crept closer.
yep, it certainly was! Closer
The details were amazing, look! There was even a little walkway to the house that I was too big for, despite the fact that I, myself am a midget.
My conclusion: Demon midgets are apparently much smaller than us human/normal/non-demonic midgets.
Here is a picture of midget me next to the demon midget house for size-comparative purposes. (Im 49.)
If youre into the habit of checking the web addresses of pictures, which I sometimes do because Im creepy, you may have noticed that this particular picture is titled, miapoopingonhouse.jpg. Well, just to clarify, Im not *really* pooping on the demon midget house. I just happened to be in a weird pooping stance for some reason. It was a coincidence, so please dont think I took a dump on the demon midget house. Thanks. I dont know why, because Im not usually embarrassed about things like that, but in this specific instance, Id find that exceedingly embarrassing. *shrug*
Heres the backside of the midget house. (You see? No feces smeared against the roof or anything. Proof that I didn't! HA, take that!) If you peeked inside, youd see all these bent and rusty/insectile bars running sporadically throughout the mini-demon-house.
I know youre supposed to die in seven years if you sit in the throne, but errr... I really hope you dont die if you sit on the demon midget house. Because thats what I did.
Toby then located the entrance to the big house, the one that this couple supposedly lived in:
Checking out the interior:
Then we climbed on the falling-down roof with green falling-off socks. Toby is always yelling at me for not wearing sneakers.
:
The view from up there was breathtaking and shuddery and icy and all that yummy stuff:
We hopped off the roof and made our way to the side of the house when GASP!
The DEATHRONE!
I look terrified, Im sure you can tell. I had plans to actually sit in the deathrone/cursed midgetville chair, but staring at the throne in person, I was almost *certain* that the legend was true. Nearing the throne so Toby could take a picture of the me and the deathrone together, I was getting the teensiest paranoid that I'd accidently fall into the throne. Hence, the distance, haha. Whatever, Toby wouldn't sit in it either.
Looking back, Im thinking how stupid I am for not having at least touched or better yet, licked that throne. I wouldnt have been scared of licking the throne because Im really not scared to put anything in my mouth, but dammit, I didnt even think of that at the time. I could have added 7 year death throne to my list of epicurean curiosities/lexicon of taste. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Also, I bet it tasted sort of good, maybe even a little peppery and fruity at the same time, like chanterelle mushrooms.
FIN.
In Middlebury, CT, in the middle of the woods, theres this amazingly creepy abandoned house/ruins. According to story, there once lived in this secluded house a couple. One day, the husband began hearing these demonic whispery voices in his head, so what does he do? Of course, he did the logical thing to do: He built a DEMON MIDGET VILLAGE in order to house all the voices. Not only did he build an entire village consisting of highly-detailed, tiny stone houses 2-5 feet tall, but he also built a stone throne in order to actually rule over this demon midgetville. At some point, his wife sat in his throne, so he murdered her in it (probably with an axe because we're talking about the woods here.) Now legend says that if one sits in the demon-midgetville-ruling stone, youll die within 7 years. This whole area is known to the locals as The Village of the Little People.
Alright.
Now we heard that, and well, fuck. I had to go check this out or Id probably die within 7 years out of sheer curiosity. So Toby and I equipped our flashlights (me with a mini-maglite), and we headed into these cold, pathed woods:
This is the first thing we saw from afar:
uh oh. Could that be one of the demon midget houses, we wondered? We crept closer.
yep, it certainly was! Closer
The details were amazing, look! There was even a little walkway to the house that I was too big for, despite the fact that I, myself am a midget.
My conclusion: Demon midgets are apparently much smaller than us human/normal/non-demonic midgets.
Here is a picture of midget me next to the demon midget house for size-comparative purposes. (Im 49.)
If youre into the habit of checking the web addresses of pictures, which I sometimes do because Im creepy, you may have noticed that this particular picture is titled, miapoopingonhouse.jpg. Well, just to clarify, Im not *really* pooping on the demon midget house. I just happened to be in a weird pooping stance for some reason. It was a coincidence, so please dont think I took a dump on the demon midget house. Thanks. I dont know why, because Im not usually embarrassed about things like that, but in this specific instance, Id find that exceedingly embarrassing. *shrug*
Heres the backside of the midget house. (You see? No feces smeared against the roof or anything. Proof that I didn't! HA, take that!) If you peeked inside, youd see all these bent and rusty/insectile bars running sporadically throughout the mini-demon-house.
I know youre supposed to die in seven years if you sit in the throne, but errr... I really hope you dont die if you sit on the demon midget house. Because thats what I did.
Toby then located the entrance to the big house, the one that this couple supposedly lived in:
Checking out the interior:
Then we climbed on the falling-down roof with green falling-off socks. Toby is always yelling at me for not wearing sneakers.
:
The view from up there was breathtaking and shuddery and icy and all that yummy stuff:
We hopped off the roof and made our way to the side of the house when GASP!
The DEATHRONE!
I look terrified, Im sure you can tell. I had plans to actually sit in the deathrone/cursed midgetville chair, but staring at the throne in person, I was almost *certain* that the legend was true. Nearing the throne so Toby could take a picture of the me and the deathrone together, I was getting the teensiest paranoid that I'd accidently fall into the throne. Hence, the distance, haha. Whatever, Toby wouldn't sit in it either.
Looking back, Im thinking how stupid I am for not having at least touched or better yet, licked that throne. I wouldnt have been scared of licking the throne because Im really not scared to put anything in my mouth, but dammit, I didnt even think of that at the time. I could have added 7 year death throne to my list of epicurean curiosities/lexicon of taste. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Also, I bet it tasted sort of good, maybe even a little peppery and fruity at the same time, like chanterelle mushrooms.
FIN.
