What would make you super careful and wary in this situation?

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staropeace

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This is just a fun question. I love to be spooked...it is cool. When I was a young,growing up in Newfoundland, we heard all kinds of ghosts stories. Some of the local stories were so much fun about the pirates who buried booty down in our Southern cove, about Pirate ghosts ships in the bay and about the Collier's Hill lights...not to mention the white woman. Anyway, my friend and I would have sleepovers. She was from another little village. One weekend, when my dad and I went to pick her up to stay with me, she came out of her house scared and excited about what her father had seen the night before. There was talk of a strange lady on the side of the road who looked ghastly and would seem to disappear when folks stopped to see who she was. It made for spooky conversation. The night before, my friend's father said he was driving home from work and he passed this woman but would not slow down. He was driving a pick-up and he happened to look in the rearview mirror and saw her in the truckbed looking in at him from the back window. She was all white and had fangs. He almost went into a ditch when he slammed on the brakes. She was gone when he looked but he was terrified. I do not believe this silliness but at the time I was gullible. Well, I tell yah, my friend and I put mom's garlic cloves on my window that night. I kept a rosary near my hand and my friend kept mom's paring knife under her pillow. Lol. But we managed to secure the area. Have you gone through such lengths when you thought the woo woo stuff was out to get you?
 

mjs9153

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The rumor of the Wendigo is most terrifying..a ten foot tall giant with a heart of ice,that flies through the night,looking for lone travelers,so he can set upon them and eat them..
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Walter Oobleck

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Looking back and considering the question, danger real or imagined held a magnetic attraction...what was it about some things that seemed to pull us in its direction? There was this once, this time of year, the winter snow had been melting was melting still and up on one of the hills above Tamarack where the C&H railroad tracks turned the curve and headed east into the mouth of the Ahmeek Mill there was a depression in the Y formed by the railroad tracks. I've no clue how or why we found ourselves up there as the hill was composed of poor-mine-rock and sand next to impossible to climb though it made a helluva toboggan run and two-feet of snow-cover provided shell casings of footholds to make our way to the top, winter.

In the depression was a small lake of water and a wonderland of debris floating there...old six-panel doors, railroad ties, branches, blocks of wood...everything an eleven-year-old kid needed to make a boat...more of a surf-board. Or more precisely, bumper-boats. There were enough dead-fall saplings that provided for oars and some of the doors and flat pieces of wood showed sign of long use, blocks of wood nailed to their surfaces to provide an extra inch or two to keep last year's edition of your Red Ball Jets almost dry. No idea how deep the water was there, black as it was...maybe there was something in our nature to know not enough to tempt fate too much.

Kris and I, walking down the railroad bed, maybe we crossed Dizzy Bridge to get there, pause long enough to drop rocks from the middle and count the seconds it takes for the rock to splash into the Hungarian...you could make a big loop, climb one gulley to the tracks, follow the tracks, cross one bridge, and come down the other hill...but we see about four or five kids already out there on the water, poling their skiffs, bumper-boats. (I've told the story of how we also climbed down some of the many trestles in the area...if our mothers knew have of what we did...sheesh.)

ahmeek mill 2.jpg ahmeek mill.jpg the trestle in the middle was called Dizzy Bridge, the one with the railings
 

blunthead

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I never did bloody marry or quija no matter how badly the other kids teased me or dared me, and I still wont do them. I believe its inviting malevolent entities into yourself.

I almost stop reading Bag of Bones, because I thought by reading it I might inadvertently invite a malevolent entity toward me.
It's a matter of personal faith. Imho, if one believes by doing this or that he's opening a spiritually unhealthy door then it's his responsibility not to.
 

RandallFlagg19

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It's a matter of personal faith. Imho, if one believes by doing this or that he's opening a spiritually unhealthy door then it's his responsibility not to.

This is what I'm not certain of, and what horror movies are made of.

A pack of kids playing with a quija board but don't really believe its a conduit to the dead side, end up getting haunted anyway because they opened a door even though they didn't believe anything was on the other side.

or

Someone lets a stranger looking for help in their house, and the stranger is a vampire: and it didn't matter if the host knew if the stranger was a vampire or not they still invited them in.

Its the door trap

Is their something on the other side regardless if you believe their is or don't believe their is; or is their only something on the side if you believe their is.