Picture this. You’re out riding your bike – a casual little roll – not a big deal, you do it all the time.
Somewhere along the ways you take a wrong turn and get a little lost. But it’s alright – the terrain is nice, there’s a smooth little path lining the way, you should be back on a main road in no time.
Then all of sudden the temperature drops. For no reason. Clouds appear out of nowhere and everything takes on a blueish-grey hue. There’s a chill running down your spine and goosebumps on your neck. All your instincts are telling you that something isn’t quite right.
But you push on. This isn’t a dangerous area. There’s no one around. You’re out in open space. What could possibly go wro-OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT.
They’re… they’re just bloody staring at him holy shit.
Seriously. Imagine it. Imagine rounding a corner and coming face to face with a LITERAL FIELD full of these guys.
If you and your pals have a complete and utter deathwish and want to be added to “the list” of a pack of ruthless killers, the park in question is at Hawkstone Park in Victoria’s South Morang.
But beware. You know the thing about a Roo? It’s got lifeless eyes – black eyes – like a doll’s eyes. And those eyes don’t seem to be livin’ at all – till he bites ya. And then the eyes roll over white. And you don’t hear nothin’ but the screamin’ and the hollerin’…
*cough*
