It all started on a nice summer afternoon. I was at a one of my acquaintances many hotels. His name was Ebenezer Dickinson, and he was the owner and founder of the Trollpasta Wiki. As you can imagine he is extraordinarily prosperous. He owns many Expensive hotels in almost every Country on earth as well as on mars. Since I was an old friend of his I was allowed to play golf in his private 100 mile golf course. This delighted me as I am a massive fan of golf, like everyone else in the world. I have all the tiger woods merchandise and after many years as a golfer I’ve become a real pro. I can score a hole in one from a mile away.
Anyway I was pro golfing for about three hours, two minutes and three seconds until I saw an ambulance speed by and stop next to a dead body. As they loaded it into the van I noticed that it had a huge bulge in its throat as if it has swallowed something especially big. I asked my friend if he know what happened. He had this to say, “he was killed by… the Phantom of the Golf Course” I felt surge of unease. The scary part was when he told me who the Phantom of the Golf Course was and what his story was. “The Phantom of the Golf Course used to be a man called Golf Golfer. He was the best golfer the golf leagues had ever play against in this very golf course. They said he could get a hole in one from a mile away. His career was going so well until the leagues found out that he was cheating with his psychic powers, and he was banned from golfing. This made Golf Golfer extremely depressed, so he committed suicide by stabbing himself in the chest with a golf club. He still haunts this golf course, killing innocent golfers by putting golf balls into their throat. If ever you were to find a golf ball with a black mark on it, it’s already too late”.
Before the golf course closed we had to pick up all the left over balls. I had collected almost a dozen, but I then noticed a golf ball had…A DEEP BLACK MARK! My balls dropped. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do… unless I left. The Phantom of the Golf Course only kill those in the golf course, so I should leave and get away from him. It would be so easy. So I ran to the car park as fast as I could. I thought I was going to make it, until something…BIG suddenly went down my throat really fast and incredibly hard. It was a ball, a humongous ball, a… Golf ball. Soon I was violently choking, fearful of my own life. I looked to the roof of the Hotel, and a tall pail man with sunglasses, a golf club, and full golfing attire was standing there forebodingly. He jumped to the ground in front of me. This man… he had to be the Phantom of the Golf Course, he just had to be. This “man” stared straight into my soul and took off his shades to reveal that instead of eyes he had…GOLF BALLS. Before I choke to death on his ball, I heard him say… in a way only a nutter could speak…”HOLE…IN…ONE”
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