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Know what's unrealistic about black people in horror?

Them being in horror.

They have the common sense to get the fuck out of there when shit gets weird.

True story: Our barracks was haunted. Badly haunted. One night, during the Christmas season, the shit started again. The noises, the fog in the hallways, condensation on the walls, lights buzzing and flickering, weird noses coming from the ventilation, shit like that.

Well, he and I had CQ (Charge of Quarters), and at the time there was maybe 8 people in the barracks, including the two of us. When the creepy shit started happening, people came and slept in the dayroom, mainly because there is safety in numbers, and because we all remembered what had happened the year before.

So it comes time to do the rounds. Make sure the arms room, the NBC room, the sensitive item room, the safes, the supply room, and exits, are all locked up. Now, unlike most units, CQ, ACQ, Duty Driver, and ADD were all allowed to be under arms, so we did our rounds with the old M1911A1 service pistol.

We sat there, looking at the stairwell, where the light was out. It went down one story, and up three. We looked down the main hall, where we could see a couple inches of mist on the floor (that's right, in-fucking-doors) that tapered out and sent whiskers of mist into the CQ area. We looked out the two sets of double-doors, into the night, where it's snowing like mad out there.

"Smith, go do the rounds." I told him, and held out the flashlight.

Well, Smith looked around, looked at me, and shook his head.

"You ain't sending the brother, you go." He told me.

"Look, man, just go check shit out." I told him, pulling on my collar. I was E-5, he was E-3.

"Look, us brothers, we ain't down with that shit." He pointed at the hallway, where the lights were turning off and on. "See, you white motherfuckers, you go down there wondering what could be doing it. Then you all act all surprised when some monster or some dead fucking Nazi tears off your head and takes a shit in your neck. Us brothers, we see shit like that, we shut the door."

"Quit being a fucking chickenshit, go do the rounds, you've got a pistol."

"Fuck you. You've got one too. You do it."

So I look down the hallway, at the double-doors that separated the two sections of hallway. A hallway that ran the length of a city block. I looked at the mist. I looked at the emergency light that had clicked on an hour before and did what it always did. Shorted out in fat blue sparks and died. I looked at the darkness, then I looked back at him.

"Call it good?"

We both signed the log book, and went back to bullshitting the rest of the night.

Five days later, I told my new ACQ, a white kid, to go do the rounds. The dumbass went and did the rounds. By himself. But that's another story.

Fuck those rounds. Fuck that building. Fuck that post.

Pretty much. Every single black guy and girl I have known won't go investigate a goddamn scary noise even if they have a pistol.

Like my friend in the above example said: "Dude, I grew up in LA. Drug dealers? No problem. Gangs? Hey, no problem. This fucking barracks? Fuck this shit. I'd cut your fucking throat to get out of here."

Remember, it was 87, so LA was... well... not good.

He read horror though. Said it was funny to read about white people rushing off to get killed by some goddamn monster.

Remember what Eddie Murphy said?

"Wow, what a nice house. Good nieghborhood, nice schools, well integrated...."

GET OUT!

"Too bad we gotta leave!"

Skeevy Mcgee wrote:

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Out of curiousity, what is the racial-equality genre?

None, and just asking makes you a racist.