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[butchersknife]

This tale is not one with just words, oh no, this tale is visual as well. Mostly visual. This is a true story nontheless. I was sitting in my room, just chatting with people and organizing some school work, when I could feel a presence behind me.  I looked over my shoulder and found...nothing. I went back to what I was doing, and then I heard a rustle of papers and other odds and ends near my foot. I looked under the table, and there it was, a latex glove. I wouldn't of found this odd, 'cause my room has many random tidbits, but this was different. This balloon was blown up, a swollen hand. It just layed there, and I grew fearful quickly. It then made it's move. It climbed up my leg through the static, and then rub it's latex-self on my face. I was so shocked, I sat there and took it all in. It eventually realized it was just a balloon hand, and could not kill me, or hurt me in any possible way. It went off my face and popped, and was never seen again. I continued to do my work, but now I had paranoia of balloons. Mostly... THE LATEX HAND.



tells others of my frightening experience. and never let doctors touch you with latex gloves. You could die.* *you won't die, nothing will happen. Unless you're allergic. Then my god, your doctor is an idiot for touching you with those.