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Lepplady

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GNTLGNT

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Sure. If it's what I've seen previous then each person adds a segment and it winds up a Frankenstein. That's cool but it doesn't beat actual experiences. I understand the legal aspect but it's just a shame I have to go back to Something Awful or Straight Dope to get it. I'm sure there are lots of good ones here. It doesn't have to be paranormal. There are lots of scary things perfectly real.
...then you obviously haven't seen anything of our stories here friend... might want to check out this year's effort, before you so callously throw us under the bus...
 

Scratch

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Hey, if you've got one, lay it on us. You might start sumfin.
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I have lots. I never know what will be pulled though. For someone who only believes in science I have had some odd things happen to me. I'll try one that nobody can say could not happen and see what does. This is for Ms. Mod anyway as it relates to her fear of snakes.

In my early teens we swam the watersheds. We swam sand pits that flooded, we swam springfed ponds ice cold in the heat of summer, we swam even in January. Usually it was Jackies Lake which was familiar and whose access door on the intake was unlocked. When the water was up we would "shoot the pipe". That consisted of entering the lakeside door of the intake and climbing down a ladder to a tube under water and drawing heavy. Like a straw being sucked we would ride under water in the concrete tube under the levy to the ejection at the overflow pond on the other side. You had to hold your breath for about a minute before being shot out like a cannon ball. We wore out the seat of some jean shorts doing that. I'm so grateful now that we never ran into a snag of limbs anywhere along the tunnel.

There was another lake we hadn't named or known the name of which we had been in only during winter on a dare. We decided to swim there one July. It was just me and Elliott. It usually was. We swam out to the intake and began climbing to the top and jumping off. Here I will have to explain about watershed intakes. They are about forty yards offshore and poke out of the water as concrete buildings about 15 feet square. Facing the lake they have a door which can be accessed to get to the tunnel which is level with the lake bottom and usually under water. This door was locked and a chainlink fence around the entire front hence our just jumping off the top.

To get up top you had to climb a set of L shaped rungs along the sides which sloped away in a backwards slant. Think of climbing the outside of a \ /. Once past about twenty of those rungs whose inside faced away from you there was a perpendicular grate to hook fingers in and then the concrete top perfectly flat about 20 feet above the water from which to get a running go and jump the 15 feet over the spiked chainlink fence into the lake proper. We had been doing that for over an hour. When you are young you are going to live forever.

We laughed, we talked, we jumped, we climbed, until I hung my head over the side watching him climb the rungs and saw him do a chinup, look inside the L shaped rung then lower himself slowly back into the water and swim like Tarzan to the bank. When he was ashore I shouted why he did that and he said to look in the rungs. I dug my fingers in the grate and leaned out far enough to do so. There were cottonmouth moccasins lined up like links of sausage inside the rungs. Every damn rung all the way to the top. For over an hour our hands and feet had been less than an inch from dark gray skin cool as a corpse lying in shadow. How many times had we climbed? Thirty?

I still had to jump. Did moccasins swim underwater? I racked my brain about that one. I didn't want to jump off the front. The back might be too shallow. I searched the side. The same sides which had given refuge to the snakes. How far could I jump? I had been in the water below them, placed myself next to them without knowing but now it was different. I knew. I paced a bit but in the end it comes down to being stuck there until they start to move or jumping. No helicopter rescue for country boys. I started from the far edge and gave it everything I had. When I hit the water I went down far enough to touch the muck of the bottom. I had to close my mind to what might be and do what must be. I swam to bank without incident. It was the thoughts along the way that were a nightmare. We never swam there again.
 
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Lily Sawyer

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I have lots. I never know what will be pulled though. For someone who only believes in science I have had some odd things happen to me. I'll try one that nobody can say could not happen and see what does. This is for Ms. Mod anyway as it relates to her fear of snakes.

In my early teens we swam the watersheds. We swam sand pits that flooded, we swam springfed ponds ice cold in the heat of summer, we swam even in January. Usually it was Jackies Lake which was familiar and whose access door on the intake was unlocked. When the water was up we would "shoot the pipe". That consisted of entering the lakeside door of the intake and climbing down a ladder to a tube under water and drawing heavy. Like a straw being sucked we would ride under water in the concrete tube under the levy to the ejection at the overflow pond on the other side. You had to hold your breath for about a minute before being shot out like a cannon ball. We wore out the seat of some jean shorts doing that. I'm so grateful now that we never ran into a snag of limbs anywhere along the tunnel.

There was another lake we hadn't named or known the name of which we had been in only during winter on a dare. We decided to swim there one July. It was just me and Elliott. It usually was. We swam out to the intake and began climbing to the top and jumping off. Here I will have to explain about watershed intakes. They are about forty yards offshore and poke out of the water as concrete buildings about 15 feet square. Facing the lake they have a door which can be accessed to get to the tunnel which is level with the lake bottom and usually under water. This door was locked and a chainlink fence around the entire front hence our just jumping off the top.

To get up top you had to climb a set of L shaped rungs along the sides which sloped away in a backwards slant. Think of climbing the outside of a \ /. Once past about twenty of those rungs whose inside faced away from you there was a perpendicular grate to hook fingers in and then the concrete top perfectly flat about 20 feet above the water from which to get a running go and jump the 15 feet over the spiked chainlink fence into the lake proper. We had been doing that for over an hour. When you are young you are going to live forever.

We laughed, we talked, we jumped, we climbed, until I hung my head over the side watching him climb the rungs and saw him do a chinup, look inside the L shaped rung then lower himself slowly back into the water and swim like Tarzan to the bank. When he was ashore I shouted why he did that and he said to look in the rungs. I dug my fingers in the grate and leaned out far enough to do so. There were cottonmouth moccasins lined up like links of sausage inside the rungs. Every damn rung all the way to the top. For over an hour our hands and feet had been less than an inch from dark gray skin cool as a corpse lying in shadow. How many times had we climbed? Thirty?

I still had to jump. Did moccasins swim underwater? I racked my brain about that one. I didn't want to jump off the front. The back might be too shallow. I searched the side. The same sides which had given refuge to the snakes. How far could I jump? I had been in the water below them, placed myself next to them without knowing but now it was different. I knew. I paced a bit but in the end it comes down to being stuck there until they start to move or jumping. No helicopter rescue for country boys. I started from the far edge and gave it everything I had. When I hit the water I went down far enough to touch the muck of the bottom. I had to close my mind to what might be and do what must be. I swam to bank without incident. It was the thoughts along the way that were a nightmare. We never swam there again.
What a great story. My skin is still crawling. :icon_eek:
 

Scratch

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The zombie run was great! I love scaring little kids! It was the perfect night, cool and dry. The trail was curvy with light slanting in from the side casting the shadows of trees across and just right to hide in till the victims came. And since it was for charity I could pretend I was doing it for a worthy cause.

A little hap- hazard though. There was supposed to be someone to help with makeup for those who came unprepared. Lucky my daughter and I brought our extensive stash and set about a dash to zombiefy everyone in time. A guy from the Ledger came by and took pics of us slapping veins and blood on folks. Then a guy from the Clarion stayed with us on the trail snapping shots of us scaring folks. He even got my joke of wearing a blood donor T-shirt. Our strategy was for me to come from the left and her to rise from her position on the right after they had veered. I think I liked it too much. Heh. I hope I made some horror fans this night. All it takes is a good scare to warp them in the right direction.
 

Scratch

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I'm going to tell of my only ghost encounter. If it helps to keep it from getting pulled let me just say anything I say is the property of Stephen King and I hold no rights to it. I know he has his own ideas and doesn't need mine but for legal purposes this may help. I just like the telling.

I have posted this on trip adviser on page 14 titled "exceedingly strange" by Toccopola. It is about room 47 of the River House Motor Lodge in Gatlinburg Tennessee. It's a great hotel and I reccomend it ghost or no. It's on the Pigeon river and close to the main strip but off enough to miss the constant traffic.

My wife and I had been to see the house of sargeant York in Pall Mall Tennnessee earlier and bought some great wines near there. When we reached Gatlinburg we stumbled upon this lodge right next to the river and found it charming. It had large rooms and a great stone fireplace. It had decore out of the 70's but that only added to the charm. One of those kismet things that so happen when you least expect it.

We settled in and popped the cork on a nice blush. I have no idea why there are so many delicious wines in Tennessee but it's true. I had built a roaring fire and one thing led to another and we made love on the generous stone hearth perfect for it. I'm sure that was the intent of such a wide one. Drowsey with wine we lay down and dosed off. Anything paranormal was as far from my thoughts as the dark side of the moon.

About midnight I felt her get back in bed with me. The bed dipped behind me as she slipped in and I felt her snuggle against my back. She was cold. I assumed she had come from the balcony. I myself had been there earlier listening to the gurgle of the Pidgeon river flow by so soothing but with the chill of early November I didn't stay long. It annoyed me she would press against me like that when she was so ice cold. I could feel her breasts and the hard cold nipples against my back, her ice cold thighs digging into mine. Honestly it was a rude thing to do and brought me up out of sleep. I was about to say something grumpy when I understood suddenly that she was spooned warm against my front. The thing behind me was not my wife. That yanked me full awake.

I've never in my life had a dream like that. Nothing remotely similar. It was as real as any waking moment of my life. I was totally freaked. I looked around the room and saw nothing amiss in the glow of the fire. But I could still feel the phantom silk of that cool flesh on my back. It was perfect recall. Kids stay awake after a horror flick in terror of what might come. I now had the same proclivity but as an adult. I would not wake my wife but I examined every dark corner. It took an hour for me to succumb to sleep again.

Along about 2 AM I awoke shivering. There was no cover. Only two naked bodies. I was huddled tight to my wife and she in a sleep as deep as the ocean bottom. It didn't make sense. You could have dumped me in a cornfield in Wisconsin and it would have made better sense. There simply was no cover. No sheet, no blanket, no comforter. The fire had died to embers. The room was dark. I turned on the bedside lamp. Nothing. Nothing on either side. What the holy hell? They could not just dissapear. I finally dug them out from under the matress at the foot of the bed. This wasn't right. I knew it but there was nothing to do in the deep fog of night but go to sleep again. It wasn't easy.

About 3 AM the exact same thing happened. I awoke freezing and naked then found the covers tucked under the end of the bed. I got up and stoked the fire piling many logs on. I tucked the sheets so tight you could bounce a quarter and settled in dumbfounded but warm. Nothing made sense, my wife was as dead as a stone and never noticed a thing, I was left to deal with it alone. How many times can you stare at shadows in the dead of night? I had to ignore it. There was little choice. I dozed till morning then. Nothing else happened. I told my wife in the morning and we marvelled over it. I was able to laugh at it. The light of day will do that. But I knew. Something intensely strange had happened and it clung to me like a wet sheet. All I can do is relate it. I cannot explain it.
 
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Todash

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This year, I decided to throw our first ever Halloween party, coming up Saturday (three days!). It'll be small but hopefully freaktastic. Although being broke blows chunks, I have to admit that it has paid some pretty great dividends: I've been forced to find the ends of my creativity when coming up with decor. As it turns out, my creativity doesn't seem to have any end. Yay!

Anyway, I wanted to start a thread where we could share our Halloween decor, whether purchased or homemade, as well as ideas. I'm going to post what I have so far, plus as I go along (hoping to have the bulk finished by tonight), but I'd love to see what other people do/have done, because I'm always up for a last-minute change to my plans. (ADD FTW!) Maybe we can all get some good ideas.