I'm new to this, as the saying goes. I currently live in Auburn, ME. I've been on Fark.com for several years, and every year they host a scary story thread for Halloween. This was my first year contributing.
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Thanks! You could some eyedrops. That's gotta itch!
I misunderstood that you meant it was a work of fiction and you were inviting people to share their thoughts about your writing. In that case, you're welcome to resubmit it here.Hi There,
I'm not sure I understand. This wasn't fiction, but a true recollection. It was just a small snapshot of the whole story, and I'd willingly share it. Either way, I'm glad to be here and look forward to exploring the forums. Thanks again.
I apologize for the misunderstanding Happy Halloween!I misunderstood that you meant it was a work of fiction and you were inviting people to share their thoughts about your writing. In that case, you're welcome to resubmit it here.
Thanks! We always show up, sooner or later.We don't just accept any riff raff around here. Welcome!
I'm new to this, as the saying goes. I currently live in Auburn, ME. I've been on Fark.com for several years, and every year they host a scary story thread for Halloween. This was my first year contributing.
I apologize for the misunderstanding Happy Halloween!
This is a true story that I'd like to share with the community It was first posted on another website in a Halloween thread. I'd be interested in comments on it. Thanks!:
I grew up in a small town in New Jersey, in the shadow of a huge mental hospital overlooking us from the side of a mountain. They had two horns. One was for the volunteer fire dept. the other was for escapees. I lived in terror of the second, because it usually went off while I was walking to school or back home. Most of them were harmless, but I didn't know that. Once, I was at a cub scout picnic at the community park, when the horn went off. We didn't think anything about it, and continued cooking the burgers and dogs. A few minutes later, a extremely large black man (I mention this because our town was almost totally white) came running through the park. He saw us and stopped, so we offered him to join us and have a hot dog. About then, the green police cars reserved for the hospital came careening across the park field. The guy started to run. One kid threw a baseball bat through his legs and down he went. They cuffed him and basically dragged him to the car, with one of our dads yelling at the cops to not mistreat him.
I still lived in fear of Overbrook for the rest of the time I lived there, until I was a boy scout and had to go there for Valentine's day. The ladie's ward. I had baby blue eyes and I was mobbed. I was terrified, not of the women, though they were absolutely crazy, but the conditions they lived in. It was the definition of squalor. Turns out that most of the horns were for people that had escaped to get away from the filth and desperation inside. And most died of exposure.
Thanks! Man I miss Jersey diners. Can taste the good coffee and Taylor Ham on a hard roll.
Welcome! Remember- it's just a jump to the left......
Thanks! Fark.com, it's a news aggregator website. They do annual "Tell your scary story" threads that are usually really good. I'm not advertising for them, just a follower.Welcome and enjoy. Um, what is a fark?
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......thanks for sharing an interesting memory, and I welcome you to our King Appreciation Society.....I apologize for the misunderstanding Happy Halloween!
This is a true story that I'd like to share with the community It was first posted on another website in a Halloween thread. I'd be interested in comments on it. Thanks!:
I grew up in a small town in New Jersey, in the shadow of a huge mental hospital overlooking us from the side of a mountain. They had two horns. One was for the volunteer fire dept. the other was for escapees. I lived in terror of the second, because it usually went off while I was walking to school or back home. Most of them were harmless, but I didn't know that. Once, I was at a cub scout picnic at the community park, when the horn went off. We didn't think anything about it, and continued cooking the burgers and dogs. A few minutes later, a extremely large black man (I mention this because our town was almost totally white) came running through the park. He saw us and stopped, so we offered him to join us and have a hot dog. About then, the green police cars reserved for the hospital came careening across the park field. The guy started to run. One kid threw a baseball bat through his legs and down he went. They cuffed him and basically dragged him to the car, with one of our dads yelling at the cops to not mistreat him.
I still lived in fear of Overbrook for the rest of the time I lived there, until I was a boy scout and had to go there for Valentine's day. The ladie's ward. I had baby blue eyes and I was mobbed. I was terrified, not of the women, though they were absolutely crazy, but the conditions they lived in. It was the definition of squalor. Turns out that most of the horns were for people that had escaped to get away from the filth and desperation inside. And most died of exposure.
......thanks for sharing an interesting memory, and I welcome you to our King Appreciation Society.....
Thanks! Thought I needed to give a bit of appreciation and an intro.