Have You Seen Donkeys Eating Burning Fire Coal in Front of You? A Real-Life Horror Incident
The night was unnervingly quiet, broken exclusively by a periodic stirring of dry leaves and the far off yelling of a homeless canine. It was winter, and the virus bothered my bones as I headed back home through a rear entryway that slices through a neglected area of town. I had pursued this faster route previously, yet that evening, something felt unique — a spooky vibe that made my skin prickle.
As I turned a corner close to an old, rotting distribution center, I saw something that made my heart hammer brutally against my ribcage. A little fire consumed close to a heap of junk, its blazes licking the haziness like a destitute monster. In any case, what held me frozen completely still was seeing three Donkeys waiting around the fire, their heads brought down, their lips moving musically. My eyes enlarged in dismay as I understood — they were eating the consuming coal.
The ashes broke and popped, sending flashes up high, at this point the donkeys appeared to be unaffected. They bit the blazing pieces with a sluggish, purposeful movement, their eyes shining unnaturally in the gleaming light. A solid, harsh smell of consuming hair and tissue filled my noses, making me gag. Yet, they didn't wince. All things considered, they proceeded with their unusual gala, the intensely hot coal bouncing off their dull, inert eyes.
Have You Seen Donkeys Eating Burning Fire Coal in Front of You? A Real-Life Horror Incident
The night was unnervingly quiet, broken exclusively by a periodic stirring of dry leaves and the far off yelling of a homeless canine. It was winter, and the virus bothered my bones as I headed back home through a rear entryway that slices through a neglected area of town. I had pursued this faster route previously, yet that evening, something felt unique — a spooky vibe that made my skin prickle.
As I turned a corner close to an old, rotting distribution center, I saw something that made my heart hammer brutally against my ribcage. A little fire consumed close to a heap of junk, its blazes licking the haziness like a destitute monster. In any case, what held me frozen completely still was seeing three Donkeys waiting around the fire, their heads brought down, their lips moving musically. My eyes enlarged in dismay as I understood — they were eating the consuming coal.
The ashes broke and popped, sending flashes up high, at this point the donkeys appeared to be unaffected. They bit the blazing pieces with a sluggish, purposeful movement, their eyes shining unnaturally in the gleaming light. A solid, harsh smell of consuming hair and tissue filled my noses, making me gag. Yet, they didn't wince. All things considered, they proceeded with their unusual gala, the intensely hot coal bouncing off their dull, inert eyes.
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