The Witching Hour | A Creepypasta by Folklore of the Mind

The Witching Hour | A Creepypasta by Folklore of the Mind

Music by Myuu and Purple-Planet.com

EXCERPT

The night was drawing to a close and Tommy was about to call it a night, it was coming up to 3 am and the bar was shutting but not before the guy asked one favour of him "As with the hotel tradition may I ask if you will throw one single dart at 3 am when the lights of the bar flicker, just as a sign that you had a good night" Tommy replied " Erm sure thing mate" and when the lights did indeed flicker he swerved his wrist and threw the dart which landed on eight that had some sort of ghost on it, " 8 huh, nice choice son nice choice" said the estranged guy in his common British accent. Tommy walked up to get the dart he threw and as he turned to eventually ask what the guys name was the guy had disappeared, maybe he had just met batman Tommy joked to himself before staggering up to his room still laughing at his joke.