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This past summer on July 15th, I had a similar experience. It was a Friday and I had just come home from work. My wife had recently left for her night shift at the local clinic. To give context, our property is in a wooded area on the outskirts of a decently but not overpopulated country town. Needless to say, we don't often get a lot of visiots. I was sat in the living room, beer in my hand and dog by my side. Suddenly, I heard a tapping on the sliding glass door. Almost in sync me and my dog snapped our heads towards the noise. Nothing was there. My heart was still racing but it's like me to get paranoid sometimes so I didn't think that much of it. Within what felt like 10 seconds, I smelt it, onions. The scent was pungent and caused me to quickly pull my t-shirt over my nose. My dog began to cry and she ran out of the room. The lights went out. As I got up to investigate, I realized my phone was no longer by my side. Confused, I moved my hand over the now blackened space that was the coffee table in front of me. I found a lighter and flicked it on. I heard the front door opening. It was at this moment that I utterly and completely soiled my pants. I have Crohn's so this wasn't unlike me. I called out for my wife, hoping that at the very least it wasn't her as this would be the 2nd time in one week that I had ruined the carpet from a unexpected fecal disaster. I heard no reply. I called out once again, this time, a response came. "Donkey?" the voice asked. I tried to searched my surrondings for a weapon yet, there were none. "You think he's compensating for something" the voice asked. I screamed and told the unknown intruder to leave as I "had a gun." The house fell silent. Within moments loud footsteps broke the silence and were closing in. I screamed and soiled myself once more. I tried to run to the sliding door but it was now locked. I felt a warm breathe on the back of my neck. "Ogres are like onions" the voice said softly. I felt two gorilla sized hands grab each one of my buttcheeks. I began to cry. I felt the ungodly sensation of a SUBWAY sized footlong enter my rectum, I screamed and whatever it was now inside me, roared a furious roar. I climaxed and passed out. When I awoke my wife stood above me, holding divorce papers in her hand. That was the last day of my normal life. I'm now writing this to you as a warning, with the help of MCDonald's generous free wifi. The ogre is not a being to be messed with and whatever you do, don't let him come inside.
