Country Living
Country Living, Country Skills
Country People

KountryLife.com - A Country Living Resource and Community
Community
Message Board
Country Topics
Trading Post
Memory Lane
Country Skills
Country Cooking

Channels
Gardening
Livestock
The Kitchen
Machinery
Tools

Photographs
Photo Gallery
Vintage Photos
Special Collections

Fun
Country Humor
Country Sounds
Coloring Book
Interactive Story

Farm Tractors
Pictures
Tractor Parts
Tractor Manuals

Miscellaneous
Classic Trucks
Antique Tractors
Modern Tractors
Site Map
Links Page
Contact Us

  
Country Discussion Topics
To add your comments to this topic, click on one of the 'Reply' links below.

My monster story
[Return to Topics]

Richard    Posted 07-17-2003 at 20:47:38       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I don't take important people with me to meet my uncle, cause I know he would bring this up. In the late 60's, when I was a young tad, alot of movies and bigfoot talk was going around. My dad and uncle were combining corn for another farmer. Alot of acres with their John Deere 45 with a two row number 10 header. My mom dropped me off at the feild after school which I loved to get my turn driving the combine, as I was too young and small to drive the two tonne chevy grain truck. When the sun went down, my uncle told me to blink the lights when I needed to unload, as he sat in the truck on one side of the field. This field was large as on the opposite end from the road was a small river and woods. Approaching row end as the combines two lights started to illuminate the trees, I caught glimpes of a hairy upright pass in front and into the uncut corn row. Well, I paniced, as I steered out of the row and clutched up to 3rd and opening up the variable lever full. That combine running full across the rows towards the distant truck lights with grain spilling out of the top as that 45 pitched and bucked. My uncle at first was mad as I've ever seen him, but he heard something in my voice that I think caused him to call it quits for the night. I begged to go home, that I didn't even want to sit in the truck either. Well, it was late and the dark with wind blown tree shadows can cause a young man to see just about anything, but I've been catching jokes about this ever since and now I'm 44.


Ron,Ar    Posted 07-17-2003 at 21:15:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
Ok, I believe you saw something and I believe your uncle sorta believed it. Nows here is my only "ghost/monster story.
In 1982 we were living in Ville Platte Louisiana. We we renting this old farmhouse that caught fire one night. Not bad, but lots of smoke damage. We moved into another house while we cleaned and painted the walls. One evening just about dark I stopped painting the kitchen ceiling, went outside to load the truck to leave. As I bent over I felt a hand on my back, turned around expecting maybe my wife had come back out there. Startled, no one there. I went back into the house, there was a long hallway ran all the way through with a storage room at end of hall. I needed to load the dishwasher that was in that room but in my mind I knew I couldn't open that door at the end of that hall. I went home, told my wife about it, she thought and said "you are crazy or possesed". I ain't afraid of much, but that scared me. The next day I went back to finish painting and there was footprints on the ceiling. I left, never went back. My wife never forgave me for leaving that Kitchenaide dishwasher there. It still bothers me after all these years. Laugh if ya want to.


Cindi    Posted 07-18-2003 at 05:45:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
I wouldn't dare laugh at either of those stories. There are too many reputable people, people in mass, no less, that have seen things that cannot be explained.

Just because someone else has never had the thrilling experience does not mean that it didn't happen and still couldn't eventually happen to them.

Most unexplained sightings or experiences start out with,...."I never believed in that type of stuff until it happened to me." Right?



Clod    Posted 07-18-2003 at 16:05:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
Ron Ar. My nephew had some friends up near Cleveland some years ago.One had a gorrilla suit and they would hide under a country bridge far from any lights or houses.When he heard a car comeing he would run across the road in front of it and run into the woods.The other boys would listen to what the people said if they stopped.But few had their windows down if they did stop.Most speeded up as fast as they could go.


Taylor Lambert    Posted 07-18-2003 at 17:24:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
Clod I had a friend that always carried a gun in the truck an old Ithica 12 gauge with #8 buckshot. one night down at the place called Steel bridge now a drinking spot this preppy kid hid outin a gorilla costume when my friends got to steel bridge They called me and i was headed out that way when an ambulance and 5 county cop cars blew past on the little road. Well the boogie man had hopped up and out made a squall and Markus happened to be close enough to pepper the fella. It since hasnt been tried anymore lol.


[Return to Topics]



[Home] [Search]

Copyright © 1999-2013 KountryLife.com
All Rights Reserved
A Country Living Resource and Community