Humorous Wedding Speech By Sir Mills Barrington
Well good evening. Allow me to briefly introduce myself. Address me as Sir Mills Barrington, born 18th of April 1623 in London, England. I like to consider myself a man of importance, sophistication, wealth and knowledge, with a strong belief in God almighty. However, I have a little story to tell, a story that many find hard to believe. I tell you fellows, knowledge can only take you so far. For what I experienced exactly 10 years ago, my intellect would be of no assistance. For the abnormal, the paranormal and the haunted...seal your doom. I have seen many things. Things that no other being should witness. For the death of many people I tell you, were gruesome and twisted, truly from the darkest side of Hell.
November 20, 1652. Life was indeed ordinary. I was due for a journey from London to Oxford, for business purposes. It is a tiring 5 hour journey by horse and carriage, however, I thought nothing of it. ‘Twas close to my departure for my journey, and I was ensuring that I had everything necessary for my business in Oxford. With all sorted, I climbed into the carriage.
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hours into the journey, all was going splendid. Dusk was falling, and we were travelling through Forest of Berkshire, however due to the cold of winter approaching, it was a misty dusk and the higher the moon rose the mistier it became. There was a very eerie atmosphere in these woods and it was strange, but as usual I thought nothing of it, for I am not a man of superstition. Suddenly, the carriage violently shook, the horses were spooked and the carriage came to an immediate halt, which made me fly forward out of my seat.
“Coachman, give me an explanation for this dangerous halt!” I demanded.
There was no answer, not even the snort of a horse was to be heard.
“Coachman, I demand an answer now!” I yelled angrily.
Silence...Just an eerie silence. Not even the crow of a bird could be heard, just the creaking of the leafless trees and the silent snowflakes floating towards the snow blanketed earth from the dark and gloomy sky. In all honesty, I felt fairly afraid. However, I did not allow it to seep into the best of me. I opened the coach door and jumped outside in rage, but just as I opened my mouth to yell out a storm, to my horror...There laid two headless and gutless horses, with a torn mess of a man who used to sit upon the Coachman’s seat. I felt the blood drain from my face, my hands trembled and my legs shook in fear. Before I knew it, the darkness devoured me, my legs gave way and all went black.
November 21, 1652.
I awoke remaining in the same position where I fell to my darkness, the full moon was high indicating midnight. I sat up in a flash, however the carriage had gone, and there was no trace of the gory mess that used to paint the white of the earth. I was truly confused. However my confusion quickly turned into a stomach tearing fear, evil demonic hands is what I last saw in front of my eyes before the giant claws wrapped around my face and dragged me away. This evil being...Was much stronger than man. I was thrown into a place of darkness, a cave of some sort treated like a dungeon. Other living beings that were emaciated and bleeding with fear draining the blood from their faces were trapped, just like me, in this darkness with the lingering stench of death and human waste, and the horrifying wail and cry of the fearful beings that were literally losing their
minds.
My wounds caused by the demonic monster bled out like that of a slow running stream, and the pain was excruciating. However, the most sickening moment I witnessed, was the other prisoners of this evil, slaughtering each other with large rocks, and eating each other alive or dead. Ripping the bloody flesh and devouring it like mad wolves. I backed up to the farthest and darkest corner of the dungeon to avoid being eaten myself. Suddenly with a demonic screech, smaller evil beings collected every living human in this dungeon, including myself, to a larger cave deep underground surrounded by a pit of hell’s fire. Already I knew what was to happen; the slaughter of each and every human here was to happen right in the centre of this lava-surrounded prison.
I witnessed over one hundred deaths...Their heads were grasped and punctured by the sharp claws of evil, they screamed with a face like a ghost while their heads were being rotated all the way around, their screams distorted as their neck snapped out of place before they were decapitated, their faces remained drained with fear. Many even witnessed the slow tearing of their own torso, with their intestines being slowly pulled out of its place. The screams I tell you...It was the most horrifying sound this earth could ever hold. With the amount of deaths, the rocky platform was flooded with red, and it only flooded more and more and more....Until I was the only one left...but how I survived, is not something for you to know...
November 20, 1652. Life was indeed ordinary. I was due for a journey from London to Oxford, for business purposes. It is a tiring 5 hour journey by horse and carriage, however, I thought nothing of it. ‘Twas close to my departure for my journey, and I was ensuring that I had everything necessary for my business in Oxford. With all sorted, I climbed into the carriage.
‘Twas 3 …show more content…
hours into the journey, all was going splendid. Dusk was falling, and we were travelling through Forest of Berkshire, however due to the cold of winter approaching, it was a misty dusk and the higher the moon rose the mistier it became. There was a very eerie atmosphere in these woods and it was strange, but as usual I thought nothing of it, for I am not a man of superstition. Suddenly, the carriage violently shook, the horses were spooked and the carriage came to an immediate halt, which made me fly forward out of my seat.
“Coachman, give me an explanation for this dangerous halt!” I demanded.
There was no answer, not even the snort of a horse was to be heard.
“Coachman, I demand an answer now!” I yelled angrily.
Silence...Just an eerie silence. Not even the crow of a bird could be heard, just the creaking of the leafless trees and the silent snowflakes floating towards the snow blanketed earth from the dark and gloomy sky. In all honesty, I felt fairly afraid. However, I did not allow it to seep into the best of me. I opened the coach door and jumped outside in rage, but just as I opened my mouth to yell out a storm, to my horror...There laid two headless and gutless horses, with a torn mess of a man who used to sit upon the Coachman’s seat. I felt the blood drain from my face, my hands trembled and my legs shook in fear. Before I knew it, the darkness devoured me, my legs gave way and all went black.
November 21, 1652.
I awoke remaining in the same position where I fell to my darkness, the full moon was high indicating midnight. I sat up in a flash, however the carriage had gone, and there was no trace of the gory mess that used to paint the white of the earth. I was truly confused. However my confusion quickly turned into a stomach tearing fear, evil demonic hands is what I last saw in front of my eyes before the giant claws wrapped around my face and dragged me away. This evil being...Was much stronger than man. I was thrown into a place of darkness, a cave of some sort treated like a dungeon. Other living beings that were emaciated and bleeding with fear draining the blood from their faces were trapped, just like me, in this darkness with the lingering stench of death and human waste, and the horrifying wail and cry of the fearful beings that were literally losing their
minds.
My wounds caused by the demonic monster bled out like that of a slow running stream, and the pain was excruciating. However, the most sickening moment I witnessed, was the other prisoners of this evil, slaughtering each other with large rocks, and eating each other alive or dead. Ripping the bloody flesh and devouring it like mad wolves. I backed up to the farthest and darkest corner of the dungeon to avoid being eaten myself. Suddenly with a demonic screech, smaller evil beings collected every living human in this dungeon, including myself, to a larger cave deep underground surrounded by a pit of hell’s fire. Already I knew what was to happen; the slaughter of each and every human here was to happen right in the centre of this lava-surrounded prison.
I witnessed over one hundred deaths...Their heads were grasped and punctured by the sharp claws of evil, they screamed with a face like a ghost while their heads were being rotated all the way around, their screams distorted as their neck snapped out of place before they were decapitated, their faces remained drained with fear. Many even witnessed the slow tearing of their own torso, with their intestines being slowly pulled out of its place. The screams I tell you...It was the most horrifying sound this earth could ever hold. With the amount of deaths, the rocky platform was flooded with red, and it only flooded more and more and more....Until I was the only one left...but how I survived, is not something for you to know...