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Ever had the beejabbers scared out of you? True story.
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Skinwhittler    Posted 04-03-2002 at 14:30:23       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well, readin them posts about ghosts & such made me remember getting spookt bad myself one night.
Went to the neighbors for dinner. I was real lonesome and pitiful like, being single again. Neighbor took to watchin my weight for me, said I was fallin off some and should come over for beef. I went too. Well, we stayed around the table late talkin about haunts and such. Drinkin some too I suppose. It had snowed all day and night. I left about 10 or so. Took a shortcut through the planted Pines & over through them wild Pears and other scrub. Walked a mile maybe and was startin to hear things followin me. Didn't know the lectric fence was down account of the weather. All there was between the 2 farms back then was a single wire an it wasn't much.
Well, so I get this awful pain an know I can't get home in time. It ain't too windy and I decide to have a rest stop on my way back.
So I'm resting there along the cow trail and concentratin on my job. It's quiet, but spooky with a new moon and heavy sky. Out of the blue I feel hot breath on the back of my neck. Got all the way home in double time with my tailgate down an my pants hangin at my ankles. Never looked back neither. In the early morning I walked back over my steps an saw that a single cow had been trackin me some. Where I had stopped she had stopped too. It must a scared her some too cause her tracks in the snow went back the way she had come, only this time she broke the fence in another spot. Ain't never told this story to a soul before now.
None of you folks could know me. Thought maybe you might like a good laugh on an old fool. I still laugh about it myself from time to time.
If ya can't laugh at yourself you'd lose out on some of the best humor... been waitin a LONG time to tell this one.

Taylor Lambert    Posted 04-07-2002 at 21:05:18       [Reply]  [No Email]
I hate being in the dark on foot. When i was a little younger some ferral dogs almost mauled a woman in town todeath and few that got away took up santuary in the woods around here. Dad told me always to take a .22 and my White shepard Caesar with me. well one inght we had a Colly come up missing and dad and i could hear a dog howl so we walked about a mile in the woods and found a big shaggy dog that was caught in a death snare. he was a local fellas dog, he sat down when the illegal snar tightened. we set him free and had an instant buddy. a few nights later we found out dog safe. In a few town over theres always been tales of panthers, and ive been there and seen certain things jump across the road in a single jump at night. One morning i was out on the prch with dad before daylight and heard a yodel that went from a deep pitch to a high pitch like a bull bellowing but it was longer and theres no cows around here for 5 miles. Dad said it sounded like a wild cat but hadnt seen any around other than the rare bobcat. We looked all over and never did see any tracks. still to this day i keep a gun on me in the woods.

Richard    Posted 04-05-2002 at 07:53:22       [Reply]  [Send Email]
This was in the 60's , as I got out of school it was my turn to combine, well untill the field was done. This was an open station two row John Deere model 45. Cousin, dad and an uncle would be in one of the two grain trucks were I would unload. Close to dusk, looking straight ahead, I caught glimps of a dark two leggid something move across the corn row 50 feet in front. Well now I'm lookin side to side alot more than before. These old combines, you had to constantly watch the cutter head height. So as the grain truck came along side, I made mention of it to dad, which I got a warning that I wasn't goin to be watchen any more spook movies in the future. Soon it was dark, and this only raised my awareness. As I turned at the far end of the field, sure enough my lights crossed a dark figuer, which darted off towards the wood line. That was it, I shut off the header, and broke loose across the field in high gear towards the nearest headlights. My uncle traded places with me and I stayed locked in the truck cab till we finished. There was always talk of a big foot creature in the river bottoms which really spred during the 70's. I never had any encounters again , but my dad or uncle loves this story to this day.

Nathan(GA)    Posted 04-04-2002 at 12:58:15       [Reply]  [No Email]
My wife's Aunt come by the other day with a new hairdo!

Hal/WA    Posted 04-04-2002 at 11:16:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I was a kid, one of my last chores before bed was putting our dog in the barn kennel so she wouldn't bark all night. The barn was about 100 yards from the back door of the house and there was a yard light over that door. I was quite afraid of the dark at that time and had a habit of running as hard as I could from the barn to the house after I was done at the barn and turned off the lights there.

One night I did my late chores as usual and began my sprint to the back door. All of a sudden, I was hit by something unseen, but very solid, straddling it from mid-chest down. This knocked the wind out of me and I felt like I was killed. My immediate thought was that a bear or cougar had got me, but as my head cleared, I realized that I had run into a large section of log that my Dad had unloaded that day that happened to land standing up. It was longer than the other pieces of unsplit firewood because we had run out of gas for the chainsaw, but decided to haul it home anyway. I had not seen it because of the yard light shining in my eyes.

My ribs hurt for weeks. But I figured out then and there that I was probably in much more danger from myself running blindly than anything that might be out there in the dark waiting to "get" me. I was never particularly afraid of the dark after that.

Mike in Va. - thanks Skinwhittler - got us started!    Posted 04-04-2002 at 10:34:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
First off this is not my story, but my cousins.
They were staying up in the hay loft tellin spooky stories. Heard a noise an all ran out.
Tom was the youngest and of course last to leap and run. He jumped up over the edge of the bales and fell down through the open and into a hay wagon. He cracked his head somehow and knocked himself cold. They all thought he'd been eatin by the goblin they'd heard and were hysterical when they got to G'ma. Took her some time to calm them enough to make sense of it all. G'pa went out to the barn looking for Tom but couldn't find him as he lay up under some loose hay. After a while G'pa let the dogs loose and they found him with a knot on his head. After that G'pa made us all tell our tales while we sat on the porch.

Larry    Posted 04-04-2002 at 08:14:01       [Reply]  [Send Email]

When I was a kid we use to watch a TV program called "Dark Shadows". If you haven't ever seen the show it was about a Vampire by the name of Barnabus Collins. Kind of a spooky day time soap opera. The show was aired during the day time,but always put a little bit of a scare into us. Barbabus Collins was the only character that would give us the heeby jeebies in broad day light. We would be playing or doing some kind of chore and talking about the last show we just saw. Then all of a suden we would start looking around like we were being watched and go running for the house.

LazyHorse    Posted 04-04-2002 at 04:48:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
About 20 years ago I was hunting alone in a big woods one night, using a mouth call for coyotes. It was a very cloudy fall night and I couldn't see very far at all. Every time I would blow on the call I kept hearing a noise that wasn't familiar like coyotes or fox coming to the call, but I kept on trying. This went on for maybe half an hour or forty five minutes and the strange sound would get a little closer each time. Well like most folks who hear strange noises the hackles were raised a bit on the back of my neck, but I wasnt' too spooked since I've heard many odd sounds in the night woods. Finally as I was blowing on the call I saw a big white flash right in my face and felt a tremendous thump that knocked me to the ground and ripped the call from my mouth, and blasting me with a strong gust of air. As I sat on the ground I realized I had a trickle of blood running down my face, as ai sat there thinking about what in the heck had just happened. Then I started laughing as I finally realized what I had seen and had hit me was a great horned owl I had watched so many times hunting in the woods. I was just darn lucky my glasses deflected the talons that scratched me away from my eyes. I didn't have to change pants but it was close.

John Ne.    Posted 04-04-2002 at 04:42:20       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Years back I was unloading ear corn from the wagons into the crib, this was at our other farm way back in the hills, there was no yard light, just light off one of the tractor headlights, with a elevator and tractor running ya can't hear a thing, but could see way down the driveway that nobody was coming, and no one could drive up on me without headlights,guaranteed. About done, was on my knees pulling corn out of the wagon when something gave me a real good thump in the middle of the back, darn near climbed right through the tailgate of that old wagon, mind you this was about midnight, pitch black and cold. All I could ever figure was a single ear of corn had slid down, flipped over the tailgate and thumped me. But for a few minutes I was kinda scared to turn around to see just what was wanting my attention! John

Redneck    Posted 04-04-2002 at 00:54:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
I'm a fair sized feller and ain't never been sceered of much exceptin momma and my wife,but one time I can remember being sceered stiff.

A friend,one of my big cousins,and myself went camping one time.We was grown mind ye,and had already eat supper and was streched out on the ground around the fire on our blankets.This place was known for panthers,souped up wildcats and such.As the night wore on,the fire died down and and it was gittn' purty chilly and damp.

You know how when you wake up in the middle of the night and sort of lay there and come to yourself before you go to moving.Well when I woke up I feel this warm body next to mine.Still in a stooper,I think well the old woman has done got cold and fetched up aginst me.Then as I come to myself I remember I ain't at home,but camping out.Well this does scare me cause I'm thinking thats my big fat cousin done snuggled up to me.And as I finally get my eyes to focus,I'm looking across the fire at my cousin and my friend!
Well it didn't take no brain surgeon to figure this out.If I moved that booger was gone eat me.If I didn't move that booger was gone eat me.I decided if it was gone eat me,it was going to have to catch this fat boy.After hereing this thing breathe in my ear as long as I could stand it,I threw back my cover and jumped up.There was not a living thing there.The next morning turned up no tracks.To this day I have no idea what it was.

Old Sarge    Posted 04-03-2002 at 20:52:24       [Reply]  [Send Email]
TRUE STORY, and I still have the film to prove it.

Living in Alaska for so long I became the avid hunter. We, the group I hunted with, were called the "head and neck club". Cuz if'n ya shot an animal anywhere else, on the way home YOU got to buy the drinks. Sometimes it was up to 300 or more miles with lots of roadhouses to stop for a quick one.

Moose season came up for cows and calves, we were meat hunting,so Al, his brother Ray Davis and I headed out. Went in on the Denali Highway to 62 mile atr the gravel pit and turned south towards the river, bout 15 miles cross country thru the red willows. Set up camp above the rock slide, and started for the river for water. Al and I hopped in the Jeep, COE FC-170, to go. Down the rock slide and thru the bottoms. Heavy timber there, some pines 5 ft in diameter at the butt. Any way we knew this was bear country, but Al didn't stop to think. Had me stop to check out a field. OK, he walks in front of the truck and starts in toward the field. I picked up the 8mm camera, had a real good zoom lens for use as a scope. I hunted over iron. Anyway I"m following Al with the camera, he cvomes to one of those smaller pines , bout a 3 footer, that had blowed down in a storm. Just as he put his foot on it a good size grizzley rared up on the other side. Naturally I pulled the trigger on the cameras. Al looked over, saw the bear, threw his rifle in the air, started running for the truck; the bear took off in the other direction. I kept filming as long as I could see both of them at once.

Al gets his composure back, changes his underwear, retrieves his rifle, looks at me kinda sheepish and we go on. I nmever said a word about the film, just unloaded it. Had it developed then spliced it into another hunting trip film with lots of black leader in it.

Later that wintwer, we were sitting around, telling bout huntin trips, fishing trips. Ray sez let's set up the projector. OK I( load this reel on it. Comes up the black splice and I say "Hey guys watch Al give his rifle to the bear". Everybody is glued to it, and from the angle I had it akshully looked like he had thrown the rifle to the bear.

This all happened in 63 or 64, and to this day he gets teased about it. Comments like:

"Hey Al that bear don't know how ta shoot" were and are still common.

Whispering Pines    Posted 04-03-2002 at 20:26:33       [Reply]  [No Email]
A good many years ago my brother, a friend and I were at an elderly aunts farm. Being bored with the adult conversations we went exploring the olf farmstead. Somewhere along the line one of us started telling boogerman stories (now this is in broad daylight mind you). We were walking around looking in the old buildings one of which was a small bunkhouse. When we cupped our hands and looked in the windows there he was! The biggest baddest boogerman ever, and not only that, someone had chopped off his feet. Three little fat boys have never ran so fast in all their lives cuz there was one mean boogerman hot on their trail to get a set of feet he could call his own, or so they thought. Years later I got nerve enough to go back and look. That boogerman was a 2" x 4" frame dressed up as Smokey Bear for a parade float. Smokey says "Only you can prevent forest fires" but he sure lit a fire in me once!

DeadCarp - need a hand?    Posted 04-03-2002 at 20:24:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
Uncle Otto loved to hunt but never went for long, so this one time he made a vacation of it & took off to Idaho, elk-hunting for however long it took, up to 2 weeks.
Aunt Barbara was a little nervous about sleeping alone but they had 3 girls in close-by rooms so she had to be tough. Long about 3 AM she finally stretched out & dozed off proper and slept like a log. In fact, it was probly 8 before she started drifting awake, and the girls were already gone to school and the bedroom was bright & getting too warm. And as she started peeking around, she couldn't help but notice this hand - right BY HER HEAD! Wait a minute - Otto's not here! Yet out of the corner of her eye, there were adult fingers, real as anything! Fearing for her very life, she tried to snap fully awake without moving anything, she thought about the gun in the drawer nearby, and finally her heart was pounding but she had to make her move before it did, so as fast and gracefully as she could, she hit the deck with both feet and made a grab for the drawer. By the time she got there, the mystery solved itself - it had been HER hand under her head. Her arm had fallen asleep! :)

PCC-AL    Posted 04-03-2002 at 17:37:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
SW, That's one of the best stories I have ever heard. I don't care if you ever stretched it a little, it was great. Here is a very old one that I can't vouch for, but it was told with local folks names as being involved.
Some folks were night fishing on the creek (setting out hooks as we have always called it)for catfish back in the 30s. In those days, folks around here were not all so educated and many believed in haints, etc. Anyhoo, some practical joker and his buddies knew about the fishing trip and hid out in the wood with a dumb bull. A dumb bull is something like a homemade drum with a hole in the drum head and you put a waxed string or leather thong through it to the outside. When you slowly pull your hand down the waxed string, it makes a horrible sound. I have been told that it will drive livestock wild, especially mules. Anyhoo, they hid in the woods above the creek with the dumb bull. They could hear people talking and laughing as they enjoyed themselves fishing. The joker pulled the dumb bull once very slowly. Everything went silent along the creek. He pulled it again a little faster and you could hear people moving through the woods. One more pull and the sound of running was audible. About that time someone hit the fence that ran above the creek. It was said that the prankers could hear the wire pulling through the staples up and down the fence. Someone must have been really afraid.

Mark Hendershot    Posted 04-03-2002 at 17:23:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
One time I was walking up in the Mountains with this friend of mine. He was a little over 6 ft. and pumped Iron and looked like he did to. I am only 5' 5" about 128 lbs wet. It was real dark out no moon and it was hard to see your hand in front of you. On the way to the bar we heard this noise in the bushes so we froze and listen to see where it was coming from. Then it let out a big snort and Billy grabed me and put me in front of him I had to laugh here is this real big guy grabing a little guy to feed to the bear and it was a horse. I never let him live it down either. It pays to know your sounds of different animals befor you make a fool out of your self. Mark H.

DJ    Posted 04-03-2002 at 17:05:51       [Reply]  [No Email]
It's wonder that your heart didn't go out on ya.


JoeK    Posted 04-03-2002 at 15:05:15       [Reply]  [No Email]
About 40 yrs ago,I was just a wee sprout about 8-9 yrs old and quite the explorer.We lived on a dairy farm along a creek on a deep 40.The rear of the land was swampy woods with wild pasture all along the creek and into the woods.One evening a milkin time Pop noticed that ol Jingles,a cow due to freshen,hadn't showed up and figured,as was common,that she had gone into the woods to calve,so I was sent(capgun and flashlite)into the evening dusk to find the cow/calf and report back to Pop.Back in the swamp/woods were several huge old white pine stumps,left from the areas logging heyday,some 3 feet or more across and rotted out hollow.As I rambled along calling for ol Jingles,I heard something rustlin in the hazelnut brush grown up around one a them old stumps and went trottin around the clump of brush followin the flashlites dim beam....Jingles?..NO,,a black bear reared up on his hind legs and "woofed".Made it 1/2 mi back to the barn in record time,passin Jingles and her calf enroute......Never did find my capgun or the flashlight to this day!

DJ    Posted 04-03-2002 at 17:14:27       [Reply]  [No Email]
jr high school in woodbridge va, us girls went into the bathroom and turned off the light and talked into the mirror saying Mary mary mary over and over again. We could swear we saw a women coming towards us from inside the mirror.

We all got scared and like a stampede we all took off gettinhg out of there at the same time. A couple had an accident in their pants.

Some of us laughed so hard that we couldn't go into our classroom and got in trouble for being tardy.

Scary, embarassing and funny.

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