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Humper-Monkey's Ghost Story is a very long pasta written by Something Awful Forums poster Humper-Monkey in a military stories thread requires archive upgrade to view. NOTE: This is the first part of a series of six pastas see below. I stepped off the bus into three fucking feet of snow. I was the only one on the bus, and the driver had laughed viciously when he slammed the door to the bus and roared off in a cloud of diesel fumes.
The building I was looking at was old, white, and covered with snow. It looked vaguely familiar, and there was a path carved through the snow, which went from three feet where I was standing, to over my head. Three rapid-fire explosions shook the trees and caused flakes of snow Humper monkeys ghost story drift down from their nearly-bare branches.
I looked around, but no of where it came from. Sighing, I grabbed my duffle out of the snow and headed through the carved snow channel to the building. While I was walking, there was another set of explosions.
That would explain why all the snow was on the ground but the branches Humper monkeys ghost story the trees were bare. Inside the building wasn't much warmer, but at least Class-As were warm. I had on my nice, shiny E-2 rank, awarded for excellence during training at AIT, and was all giddy and proud of myself. It took a while of wandering around, but I found a woman, who offered to call my unit and have them send someone down to get me. She told them I'll be in the cantina in the building, and then showed me where it was.
She commented on my wedding ring, telling me that post housing is at a premium, and the nearest town is a little over four miles from post. Great, I'm in Sleepy fucking Hollow. No biggee, I ed up to avoid a nightly ass-pounding in jail. Not to say I wasn't going to anyway, it's just I ended up in the custody of the US Army a bit earlier than planned. So I was sitting there eating nachos and drinking soda when the guy showed up. He looked shit-ass miserable, wearing Mickey-Mouse boots, a fucking parka, and cold weather trousers.
Finish your nachos," he told me. He then went over and ordered a beer. He sat down across from me, cracked open the beer, took a long pull off of it and then belched. I was actually ased here after AIT. Everyone else going to Germany had orders for 21st Replacement, I had orders for here," I told him.
What's so bad except the snow? The other two hundred are supposed to be along in the next few months. You think that's fucked up, wait till you see our barracks. E-4, but he looked about nine thousand years old. I silently followed him outside and into a Chevy Blazer, which he fired up, and we pulled out in the streets. For example, our barracks were built in the s and refurbished last month. Here, let's grab your TA so you have your cold weather gear; I don't want you to freeze to death in the middle of the night.
He didn't make me anything—didn't even have a list; he just handed me all this shit, and waved us out the door. Nobody gives a shit about us or this place. DoD couldn't give a shit less what we do out here. You can literally murder someone out here, and maybe, just maybe, Stuttgart will give a shit enough to send someone to investigate if it's an officer. If it's winter, it's chalked up to cabin fever. Hell, last week the engineer company lost two guys; nobody knows where they went, but since no vehicles are missing and they left their cold weather gear behind, we figure they are dead.
We'll probably find them in the summer. We were driving for a good twenty-five minutes, left post, and were on the range ro.
We passed a corner that warned that in the last year, twenty-two troops had been killed by taking the corner too fast. Given the way the CUC-V leaned when we took the corner, it didn't surprise me. Finally, we pulled up to a three story white building. It was starting to get dark. Only a handful of lights were on.
We went inside, and I noticed that it was warm in there. The first time since I left Frankfurt.
They handed it all to me before going back to watching some fucking show on the little TV. My guide walked me upstairs, and down to the second half of the building, through the double doors. He stopped to look around and shivered. Some of us sleep in the day room for comfort," he told me, pointing at my door. It smelled of paint and sawdust, and something else. Something that gave me goose bumps. When you wake up, go ahead and come down to the day room. I think we got an officer today, but right now, we don't have formation or anything like that.
I nodded dumbly, completely confused. This is the Army? This is Regular Army? This is Active Duty? The door slammed, and suddenly it felt like the room had gone shadowed despite the fact that light was on. Okay, shower and bathroom to my left, lockers to my right. Short "hallway" exactly as long as the embedded wall lockers were long.
Fairly large room, with a radiator, refrigerator, two desks, two dressers, and two sets of Humper monkeys ghost story beds. I walked over, turned on the radiator, and listened to the clanking and thumping and other noises that radiators made.
Looking out the window, I could see fencing with rolls of razor wire on top and guard towers. Nothing in the huge lot, no movement in the towers. Turning away from the window, I drew the curtains to help the room warm, and began putting my stuff away. I was sent to a fucking place that doesn't even have a goddamn name—that wasn't even up to full strength. I began to suspect that the ReA after the unit name meant "ReActivated" since we may or may not have an officer.
I jerked off in the shower thinking of my wife, and went to bed. It was cold, but I was used to that from juvie. I woke up shivering, cold as shit under my blankets. There was someone in my room; I could feel their presence. I didn't move, didn't open my eyes, trying to focus on the person.
I'd learned the trick in juvie. I kept my breathing the same, but the air was ice cold and made me cough and sit up. My room was pitch black, and freezing cold. I swung Humper monkeys ghost story the top bunk, and when my feets hit the floor, the floor actually had fucking ice on it.
What the fuck? I stumbled over, still positive someone was in the room with me, and fumbled for the light switch. I wasn't anyone's punk—if there was someone in here with a hard dick in their hand, I was going to bust open their skull. My room was empty, but there was frost above where my head had been, and there was frost on the floor. I could still feel someone watching me, and whoever it was fucking hated me. Cold and completely unnerved, I gathered up my blankets, grabbed my key, and left the room. The hallway was dark and cold, and I was in my socks and wollen long johns.
My breath plumed out in front of me in the light of the few lights that were on, and I walked the length of the hallway, pushing through the double doors, and eventually went down the stairs. I pushed through the door, and found myself in the same room I'd originally entered the building through. The Specialist was leaned back in a chair, dozing, and the PFC was reading a book. I could hear snoring from another room, and, dragging my blanket, I went in there.
There were fifteen people in the room, all of them huddled up in chairs, their blankets wrapped around them. I dropped my shit in an empty chair and went back into the CQ area. He smiled, like he knew a secret. He reached up, grabbed a key, and came up to the desk. Taking a piece of paper, he sketched what I figured was a map to building. Go down that hall, through the double doors, go through the first door on your left, go down the stairs and exit the stairwell.
There will be two doors on your left, mailboxes and a single door on your right. Go through the first door on your left, use that key, go all the way to the back of that room, and you'll find the furnace and a mound of coal with a shovel in it. Open the furnace, load up the coal, and use the can of gasoline to wet down the coal and light it up. Then come back. I'm familiar with them; the house my father owned on the West Coast had a coal furnace.
I nodded and he handed me a key and a flashlight before going back to his book. Grumbling, I went back upstairs to my room, dressed, grabbed gloves, and went back down to the CQ area. I didn't say anything, but I was positive that there was still someone in my room. The hair on the back of my neck wouldn't stay down. So, I followed his directions to the bottom floor. I noticed one thing he'd forgotten to tell me.
There was a door that would lead outside, but it was locked and chained shut, and the chain was fairly new. A bare dirt floor and an unfinished ceiling stretched out into the darkness. There was an interesting smell, and could hear a heavy, labored breathing noise in the darkness. The goosebumps and heebie jeebies that had faded while I'd walked through the building came back in force. I stepped into the room, onto the dirt floor, Humper monkeys ghost story walked into the darkness.
I passed the source of the heavy breathing, and turned to look for it. An old electric water heater sat there, massive and ominous in the puddle of illumination from the flashlight. I could see where pipe fittings were leaking steam, making the wheezing, heavy sound of breathing. The air wasn't warm or moist, it was still cold, and I could see the glitter of frost on the walls around the loose pipe ts.
I wasn't in the Army. There was no way this could be the 80s Army. Somehow, I'd ended up in the s. I heard a skittering behind me and whirled around, flashlight held close.Humper monkeys ghost story
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