1 .WITCHES COVE

I’ve tried to forget this for years. In high school my buddies and I used to country sail in the backwoods to a smudge called ” Witches Cove” It was a little valley surrounded by woods next to a one lane cobblestone connection. Rumor had it devil worshipers did habits under the bridge.

We’d been there dozens of times to inhale and drink without seeing someone, but one darknes we pulled up and there was a bonfire in the depression. There were people dancing all over the fuel and jumping thru it. Some were naked. We went out and approached them, supposing they were partying. One guy walked up and treated us all by our figures, but we didn’t know who he was. He requested” do you believe in God ?” We all shrugged our shoulders and said yes. He tittered at the americans and remarked we better leave.

Being immediately creeped out, we got in the car and left. My buddy sitting in the fare set jumped and screamed” wtf is that” timing next to our automobile. It was hard to see because there were tall grass thriving next to the road, but it looked like someone was crawling on all fours next to our automobile travelling 35 -4 0mph. It was so fast it legislated us.

We were flipping out and we eventually came to a stop in the road. As we were about to stop, we understood the same guy who approached us at the bonfire, standing by the stop clue smiling at us. At that item, we did about 85 mph the whole way back to township. One of your best friend was so scared he went home and had his tribes call their rector to come over and pray with/ for him. Of route, everyone at school remarked we were just high or drink. Even my own tribes didn’t believe me.

I tried for years to rationalize and realize logical conclusions about what happened, speaking I was drink, or it was a puppy creeping by us, or it was a different party standing at the stop clue, but it still gives me goose bumps remembering it.

2 . The Hitchhiker In The Old Suit

So, I had a football coach back in high school who was also one of school teachers for a semester. He told us one legend that freaked us all out pretty bad.

He had a coaching job at a small college in Montana when he was a lot younger and freshly married. He used to say after rule one evening, he was building his long travel home, and the roadway guided alongside exactly realms and fields of fodder, particle, whatever. Since it was late summer/ early sink, it wasn’t even approaching nighttime yet. His automobile was an age-old beat up truck with exactly a bench seat.

Anyway, he’s driving along where reference is watches a hitchhiker on the shoulder. This being back in the day and in small-town Montana, school teachers drew over to let the guy in without a second thought. The boy was described as wearing a really old, outdated mode of clothing. Not quite a zoot suit, but styled in a similar, baggy space. He also had a big, stylish hat. This guy looked like he was out of the 40′ s, and” sort of like a pimp “. My teacher thought it was weird that he was so overdressed, it being super red-hot out. But maybe that was the only robing he had.

So the guy gets in next to school teachers without a word. Teacher requests him where he needs to go, and the guy exactly objects forwards. Teacher drives on.

Later, school teachers tried talking to the guy, just trying to realize simple-minded speech, but the guy wouldn’t speak or even acknowledge him. He exactly drew his hat down like he was sleeping.

Out of nowhere, the guy exactly tip-off up his hat, ogles out the window, and replies” Stop the car, Now .” My teach draws over and makes him out , not was intended to pique a possibly crazy boy. The guy stands on the side of the road for a second, and then at a dead sprint, exactly pass off into the field beside the road, until school teachers couldn’t see him anymore( conceded the harvest was reasonably tall ). He waits there for a while, supposing perhaps the guy had the runs or something and didn’t want to shit next to the road. After a long enough wait, school teachers gets back in the truck and starts to accelerate back on to the road.

The thing about really old trucks is that they don’t intensify very fast. As school teachers got back on to the road, he gazed in his rearview reflect to check for a safe coalesce. But there wasn’t a automobile in sight. What there was, was the hitchhiker, on all fours like an animal, running( crawling ?) after the truck at an brutal speed. Meanwhile, school teachers is beginning to fish-tail as he attempts to go faster. The whole experience his eyes glued on the reflect, watching the man chase after his car.

Eventually, he was able to get up to speed and lost spate of the guy in his reflect. When he was able to stop at a gas station to use a pay phone, he called his wife at home to tell her the legend, and to lock up the members of this house. She thinks he’s just messing with her, and he had been talking to her coworker about the hitchhiker. When he asks why she was considered that, apparently at her role in the town she worked in, one of her coworkers told her a legend of the exact same stuff happening to them. And it is a well-known metropolitan legend in that township. She thought it was just tribes playing with the brand-new daughter at work, who was supposed to press home alone at night.

Anyways, school teachers insured her that he was not lying, and she apparently imagines him and can vouch for her side of the legend, because she presented up to one of our fundraisers and I requested her about it.

So yeah , now I exactly evade lonely superhighways in Montana.

3 .MAN-O-WOODS

In the Northeast U.S ., there’s a story about Woodspeople or Man-o-woods. When you’re driving along a road in the woods and catch a glimpse of what looks like a person in the reces of your seeing, but when you examine instantly at it it’s gone, they say you might have encountered a man-o-woods.

They are captains of camouflage and can sense when someone looks at them. They come to a halt so you can’t feel any move. It’s conjectured that they wear bark, silt, moss, and pastures to blend in. They’re supposedly human, but terribly simple-minded; just verbal. They’re very small in stature and evade contact with civilization primarily. Nobody is aware that they live or congregate, but they usually move on if there’s too much work around.

They’re also peaceful. Around some farmlands, they are able to do very simple duties at night or off in the distance. They may wipe a barn floor or stack some lumber, but anything more complex is beyond them. They do it in exchange for not inconveniencing them as they sleep in the barn for a darknes or for some bread and vegetables left open for them to find. They’ve never been known to embezzled or kill swine or livestock.

4 . Easily Eight Feet Tall

Once I was in a truck I’d exactly bought, four-wheeling with friends up on a mountain in Appalachia. We were hanging out at a reservoir up on the mountain. You necessity a serious 4wd to get there, a capital vehicle exactly wouldn’t do it. Something big comes rolling down the side of the mountain in the various regions of the water from us, and there’s only one space in, and we’d been there for hours, so we knew nobody else was there. This stuff cut a track perhaps ten hoofs wide-ranging. It didn’t make the water, but agreed upon at the leading edge. It started building its space slowly around closer to us, but we couldn’t tell what it was. We got back in the truck, appearing uneasy.

We got to the end of the road to the reservoir and back to the primary way when I noticed something was moving behind us. One friend wanted to shoot at it, but I told him to fasten up. Carried ass down that road, went up to about 50, and the thing would sometimes run on two legs and sometimes dropped to four. Chased us for miles. We went the whole way in the various regions of the ridge, down to the next reservoir overlooking the next town. It eventually stopped but I didn’t slow down until I was remotely close to civilization. When we stopped, had a flat tire, had to change it and the other tires had big chunks proceeded from where I’d been travelling rapidly over rocks. We were scared to death. It was grey, the silhouetted figure of its psyche nearly resembling a wolf, but vast, easily 8 hoofs tall where reference is stood up. Couldn’t tell if “its been” bushy or not, never tell it get close enough.

My dad tittered and remarked ” you’ll meet all sorts of crazy shit up there” and told me his own stories about discovering occasions yell and unexplained occasions on the bank. Ever seen anything like it before or since, that was about 99.

I started here, parked at the Xand it initially came down the hill about where the O is. The reservoir been a great deal lower then, they have improved a brand-new dam much higher and promoted the water line since then. I didn’t stop until I got to here, even driving on a blown tire because I didn’t care, exactly had to get away. It chased me the whole way until I turned onto High Knob Road.

5 .An Urban Legend Come To Life

So, I had a football coach back in high school who was also one of school teachers for a semester. He told us one legend that freaked us all out pretty bad.

He had a coaching job at a small college in Montana when he was a lot younger and freshly married. He used to say after rule one evening, he was building his long travel home, and the roadway guided alongside exactly realms and fields of fodder, particle, whatever. Since it was late summer/ early sink, it wasn’t even approaching nighttime yet. His automobile was an age-old beat up truck with exactly a bench seat.

Anyway, he’s driving along where reference is watches a hitchhiker on the shoulder. This being back in the day and in small-town Montana, school teachers drew over to let the guy in without a second thought. The boy was described as wearing a really old, outdated mode of clothing. Not quite a zoot suit, but styled in a similar, baggy space. He also had a big, stylish hat. This guy looked like he was out of the 40′ s, and” sort of like a pimp “. My teacher thought it was weird that he was so overdressed, it being super red-hot out. But maybe that was the only robing he had.

So the guy gets in next to school teachers without a word. Teacher requests him where he needs to go, and the guy exactly objects forwards. Teacher drives on.

Later, school teachers tried talking to the guy, just trying to realize simple-minded speech, but the guy wouldn’t speak or even acknowledge him. He exactly drew his hat down like he was sleeping.

Out of nowhere, the guy exactly tip-off up his hat, ogles out the window, and replies” Stop the car, Now .” My teach draws over and makes him out , not was intended to pique a possibly crazy boy. The guy stands on the side of the road for a second, and then at a dead sprint, exactly pass off into the field beside the road, until school teachers couldn’t see him anymore( conceded the harvest was reasonably tall ). He waits there for a while, supposing perhaps the guy had the runs or something and didn’t want to shit next to the road. After a long enough wait, school teachers gets back in the truck and starts to accelerate back on to the road.

The thing about really old trucks is that they don’t intensify very fast. As school teachers got back on to the road, he gazed in his rearview reflect to check for a safe coalesce. But there wasn’t a automobile in sight. What there was, was the hitchhiker, on all fours like an animal, running( crawling ?) after the truck at an brutal speed. Meanwhile, school teachers is beginning to fish-tail as he attempts to go faster. The whole experience his eyes glued on the reflect, watching the man chase after his car.

Eventually, he was able to get up to speed and lost spate of the guy in his reflect. When he was able to stop at a gas station to use a pay phone, he called his wife at home to tell her the legend, and to lock up the members of this house. She thinks he’s just messing with her, and he had been talking to her coworker about the hitchhiker. When he asks why she was considered that, apparently at her role in the town she worked in, one of her coworkers told her a legend of the exact same stuff happening to them. And it is a well-known metropolitan legend in that township. She thought it was just tribes playing with the brand-new daughter at work, who was supposed to press home alone at night.

Anyways, school teachers insured her that he was not lying, and she apparently imagines him and can vouch for her side of the legend, because she presented up to one of our fundraisers and I requested her about it.

So yeah , now I exactly evade lonely superhighways in Montana.

6 . A Deer On Two Legs

This story relates to the Wendigo. A bunch of friends and I were out one darknes to do some metropolitan exploring, hiking through woods, etc( what else is there to do when you live in bum-fuck nowhere ).

We were moving up a slope towards a connecting public park that was just kind of an open field with moving tracks surrounded by dense woods.

Standing on the edge of a timber line we gazed out into the open field and understood which is something we all thought was a deer. Not that strange, deer are everywhere. We walk out into the field some more while watching the deer. As we get further out into the field this “deer” stands up on two legs and deals about 100 yards in what seemed as though merely a few steps. This freaked us the fuck out and we left as quickly as we could.

Ive been in the woods virtually all my life and I’ve never seen anything like that.

7 . The Poinciana Tree

I live in Northern Australia and everyone growing up in my township knows of the legend of the poinciana woman.

A quick google research will elaborate into the many variances to the legend but the one I grew up to know is that of the status of women who was raped by Japanese fishermen who hanged herself from a poinciana tree when she had detected she was pregnant. She is said to appear as a beautiful dame to tempt husbands; with long dark mane garmented in a grey garment, and is said to be situated at our army reserve.

When I was around twelve, and my younger friend ten, he had been in his room and I was in the lounge room on the computer. He had come barreling out from his room screaming can you “ve learned that”! Can you hear that ?! before dragging me over to the window.

There was a swooning feminine groan/ hum, we could hear it moving from the window we stood at, to the one in the various regions of the room and back in a clockwise guidance. The wind had picked up with the racket despite how still the darknes had been. The reverberate became so loud that we were on the floor covering our ears screaming, when I’ve brought it up lately my brother concurs it was almost as if the reverberate had been in our foremen. This went on for about ten minutes before abruptly stopping. No wind , nothing.

We found out the next day that our older siblings had been at the military forces reserve that night before they got home, had climbed the concrete mainstays to the locked gun turret and had been “taunting” the poinciana woman before they left when they heard footsteps presuming “its been” security.

What crawlings me out most is that not long after this happened, I realized that we had a poinciana tree outside of that window.

8 . A Forest Of Witches

My mum told me this history about the village where she grew up in Scotland.

The village’s earliest known colonization is from 3000 BC, so it’s age-old. It’s been home to the Picts and the Romans. Nowadays there is a small woodland and the rest of the bordering tract is farmland. The woods used to be much greater, they are what subsists of a large forest that almost completely surrounded the village. Legend replies the forest was dwelling to witches.

When the forest was being cleared for expanding farmland a lone witch came out of the forest to tell the villagers to stop. She said the trees would not forgive boy for their extermination and if the villagers did not heed her terms then all of their tract would become infertile. And all the women.

Frightened, the villagers concurred but asked for a small the members of the woodland. A cope was made that this, and merely this, tract could be cleared. The witch also said that for every gather of every harvest produce there, one sack of develop must be taken to the edge of the forest sector and left.

This practice was followed for hundreds of years until the villagers abruptly rend down much of the remaining forest to grow wheat and build a mill. Again a strange dame came from the forest into the village and threatened the villagers. She said they had separated the promise and would suffer. This time the villagers took the woman and hanged her. Her last word were that the price was now three sacks.

The man who improved the mill was scared and after the first gather “hes taking” three sackings into the woods. Unlike their neighbors his crops did not fail and his wife became pregnant. Always he paid the woods their due and before long he was the richest boy in the village and had three beautiful, health daughters.

Unfortunately the man germinated greedy and thought he’d no longer pay his three sackings. The next morning his youngest daughter went missing. The whole village came to help look for her but the man would like to request that his husbands guide the mill as ordinary so he didn’t lose any coin. There was soon a rucku at the mill, some of construction workers had fainted others were screaming, some were hollering. The boy came to see what was happening. A horrified worker told him they had started up the mill as ordinary, but blood had run from between the stones. They had received his missing daughter.

Distraught the man sold his tract and fled the village with his family. The mill was torn down and years later a silo was improved there. By the 1960′ s the silo was ancient and crumble. It was also rumoured to be recurred either by the farmer, his daughter or the witch. Sometimes all three.

This part is my mum’s story. One period she and her friends had a stake to appreciate who could expend a darknes in the silo. One boy who was always brag of his bravery volunteered. Between them, my mum and her friends conspired to keep this a secret from their parents by lying about camping in each other’s plots. That evening the boy, John, climbed the silo loft and mum and her friend imparted him a bag of food, a covering and a torch. They told him they’d be back in the morning but were actually projecting on coming back afterwards to startle him.

They had waited a few hours and sidle back to the silo and alarmingly they could her John sobbing and screaming for help. They observed him quite a space from the silo gathering himself along on his belly. John had jumped out the silo loft and shattered his ankles. He was carried back to his parent’s house and sent to hospital. After the inevitable week of sanction my mum was allowed to visit John. She said he still gazed as panic-stricken then as he had that night. She asked him “whats happened”. He said he told his parents and the doctors that he descended but the truth was he saw something. Not long after he was left on his own he had been able to hear something shuffling around in the loft. He expended the torch to appreciate but there was only empty particle luggage. He tried to ignore the racket but eventually it seemed like it was moving toward him. When he shone the torch on the particle luggage again he saw that this organization is crawling, dragging themselves along the floor towards him. Thats why he jumped.

The silo’s long been demolished but they’ve built residences there now.

9 . Nora The Nun

There’s a woods neighbourhood to me in Wales with an age-old 12 th- 13 th century castling where it’s rumoured she lived. There’s been so many sightings by different people and there’s apparently even been automobile accidents along the road outside the woods in answer of people veering to avoid the nun they understood standing in the middle of the road. I can post some links to reports and paintings if anyone’s interested.

There’s hundreds of different stories about who she was and why she recurs the woods but this is my personal favourite 😛 TAGEND

Nora was a nun at the castling where she met a castle sentry who got her pregnant, after giving birth and her’ sin’ was discovered she was to be executed for going against God. Nora guided from the castling with her newborn and hid him in a tree trunk with the intent of coming back for him after she had lost her pursuers. She eventually managed to lose them but when she went back for her newborn she couldn’t find him. Nora examined the woods day and night until she eventually croaked. It’s said Nora cannot pass over until she detects her baby.

10 .The Monster On The Top Floor

In my township, there was always talk of a demon/ soul/ whatever living in the top of our primary school. There was always mansions, but the latter are touched off as occasions that you would usually find in a school; half-eaten food, detriment counters, etc.

But then weirder occasions would happen some the ceiling bodies fading or rackets. I totally get why people would see this as a red-flag of something bad develop, but the school was always getting labor done on it so I conclude even the teaches accepted it wasn’t anything too serious. This went on for around two years and whilst we we’re on a 6 week breach( fortunately) it turned out that a guy lives in the ceilings of the classrooms, and he must’ve been coming down for food out of the canteen regularly when it was quiet enough for him not to get caught.

The creepiest stuff about all this, isn’t that it was just foolish reports turned out to be true, or that he had was right here whilst assignments were happening. It’s that the same reasons he was caught, was because he fucking croaked and the caretaker smelt something sickening and went up there presuming “its been” rats or a pipeline leak.

Needless to say, mothers were informed and a lot of teenagers didn’t come back to school after the break.

10 .The Other Children

In Okinawa the was a house near the USO on Kadena Air Force Base that was abandon. A boy kill herself and his family in it. It was said to be recurred. It was even the members of the soul tours they imparted on base. Reports that the outside brightness would turn on by themselves and creepy-crawly occasions happening. One legend was that the status of women could be used laundering her mane in the sink in the kitchen through a window. The creepiest stuff by far, was that this house shared a chain associate fence with the daycare building. My friends mom driven at the day care. Children, 4-5 y/ o, would forever shed toys over the fence. When wants to know why, they said they wanted to play with the children on the other side. All of the teenagers understood these other children, but the adults could not. It throughly freaked out anyone who worked there.

11 .Clownman

I lived right outside Pittsburgh, PA as a boy, in a little, poor, township called Swissvale. The next parishes over are Rankin and Braddock, who the hell is steel make heyday soul municipalities that have been harassed with privation. A airstrip of woods, strung by a train racetrack follow the river upon which local communities reside. Right next to the river tower the decrepit vacated steel mill I believe once called Carrie Furnace. As teenagers do, your best friend and I used to cut through the park, in the various regions of the ways, and to the river to drink, smoke pots, and hang out. Eventually, we started exploring the steel mill. I loved it. The graffiti and sculptural artists, the wildlife that randomly took over, the bums who shaped it home, etc all made it a worthwhile undertaking. I became comfy there.

Then your best friend told me about an abduction and abuse of a boy whose naked and bloodied body intention up strung up on a set of municipality steps. The killer was an insane man who garmented as a clown with a grisly, bloodstained disguise.” He lives in the woods and in the steel mill. He steps the ways with a killer spear he hasn’t even inconvenienced to clean. Don’t come here alone .”

I got into a fight with a boyfriend one darknes and stubbornly decided to walk alone from the river- in the various regions of the ways, and through the woods. I got to the ways, became and looked at the steel mill. Further down the ways I understood a chassis. I couldn’t see a look, but the baggy pants were relatively clown like. I guided like you wouldn’t fucking believe. I’ve never experienced anxiety like that before. It was probably a stinker. But who takes fortunes with an metropolitan legend like that?

12 .Daan

As a child, my daddy and eldest uncles were told about an evil boy who lived all over the region, Daan. During the darknes, the man would catch travellers, ranging “childrens and” kine, and slice them open with his tall scythe. He’d wait by the age-old oak tree for the purposes of an unsuspecting boy, with a hat on his head, before divulging his look and excavating into his prey. Naturally my eldest uncle knew this was just a daunt tactic, but my daddy still shat bricks whenever he had to go through the field at night to pick stuff up from the neighbour. Basically, one darknes he was sent out to get coal from the neighbour at midnight. It was storming and belatedly. He darted, barefoot, through the soaked grass to the little room. On the space he gazed over to the oak tree, and understood a boy with a scythe and hat. Queue bricks being shat x1000. My daddy fucking SCREAMS as he leads to the house. As he arrives, the woman of the house, Mrs. Gelder I’ll announce her, told him how a boy identified Daan lived on the plan. He took care of her and her tract while he lived, until he was tragically amputated in a freak accident on the field. His body was shredded into halves, and there was no hope to save him. He died in agony, although, he was actually a wonderful boy. Mostly the legend started because he was very introverted, maybe a bit eccentric, basically the latter are scorning him.

So, some years later, my daddy marriages my mom, who is foreign. She’d never been told about Daan. My mom is into a lot of spiritualist substance, voudou, all that. She started meeting a very small boy, with curly mane and a hat. He’d brandish his pitchfork and walk away. She was really confused and requested my granny, who told her the legend. So, after all these years of being “chased” by Daan, my mothers made a little shrine for him. There’s a plaque in our figurehead garden-variety still, that replies” In loving remembrance of Daan, a friend “. He has never been insured by anyone in the town again. As a child, I recollect having an imaginary friend who was a farmer who loved moo-cows( Daan acted a cow pasture) which my mothers look back on extremely lovingly. The plaque, also, despite all the years it’s been in harsh healths, stands bright and shiny.

13 . Dead Children’s Playground

Back when I lived in Huntsville my home was~ 100 yards away from the” Dead Children’s Playground “. During the day it was just a place mothers could stop their teenagers while they saw implanted loved ones, but during the course of its darknes it’s also a huge cloud catch due to a monstrous boulder wall around half of it. Supposedly jives move on their own and you are able to discover babes chortling. We used to go out there at midnight all the time but apparently you have to go at” the witching hour” which I’m guessing is past my bedtime.

14 . The Rock And The Shrine

So about my 3rd year in Japan I move to a small town. I am living space up in the woods northward of the small town I work in. It is a restricted gale road with a river on one side and a steep mountain on the other. The road is so restricted that there are places to attract over and wait if another automobile is coming.

One night I am thoughts home after labor, keeping in judgment that if I meet a automobile move forward towards me I( or they) have to gather over. I am thoughts northward with the river on my left and mountain on my right. I get to this place that the road arcs to the left with a big boulder on the left of the road, right at the curve. I meet automobile brightness of a grey taurus character automobile to the left of the boulder( kind of over the river) “re coming out” the other side and so I attract over to wait for them to pass.

I keep waiting for them to come around the boulder( which has a small shrine in it) but they never move. Huh. Weird … but there are a few structures up there. Maybe they drew in just as the boulder overshadowed my perception of them. I manager home without supposing much about it.

Later that night I get the munchies and the only store was back south in the largest part of township. So I am driving south this time and come to that same corner.

And I meet the same grey automobile, past the boulder shrine, happening north towards me. This time I am by the buildings and I attract over and wait for him to pass.

But no automobile comes.

This is really weird because on the north side there are targets a automobile could vanish but on the south side there is no where to get-up-and-go. Exclusively a steep mountain on one side and a river on the other.

As I ease around the bend…nothing. No automobile to be seen.

So this persists with me until one day in October I am teaching a culture lesson about Halloween in the neighbourhood junior high school. The topic of phantoms comes up and I jokingly read,” Hey, I conclude I understood a soul! Do you know the road that disappears north with the shrine in the reces of…

SCREAMS OF TERROR FROM HALF THE CLASS

Like total panic, daughters are screaming, people are hollering, and the Japanese teach has proceeded deadly grey. Some are literally in the fetal rank grumbling ” stop stop “ over and over. I was floored at the reaction.

It seems that the boulder was a dangerous place but was unable to be removed because of the shrine without offending the gods there. A grey automobile crashed into it and someone croaked. Beings freaked because there was no way I could have known about it.

Link to the place … proceed meet for yourself … if you dare.

15 . The H Man

There is a neighbourhood legend about a campsite I used to go camping at here in upstate New York. Legend says that there is a man they announce” The H Man” that lives out in the woods near the campsite. One year a group of boy scouts were camping out there and one of the sons went missing. They didn’t find him until they started jam-pack up to go home, as they were cleaning up and jam-pack up their belongings they found the missing kid. He was dead under one of the mattresses with an “H” engraved into his chest. They say when the H boy kills campers, he engraves an H into your chest. Developing up camping here, all of us teenagers were frightened of the H boy. They said if “theres going” exploring deep enough into the woods you can find his home. Well, there IS an deserted room late in the woods we found one time.( I was shitting my pants) Creepy thing was, it was sooo late in the woods but there was no superhighways leading to it , no paths to move to it. Just a single vacated room. Sitting in the middle of the woods. If you go camping in Minerva NY, beware of the” H Man “.

16 . A Bet Gone Horribly Wrong

One of your best friend told me this a long time ago; she heard it from someone else( apparently ).

A group of people, high school friends, make a bet implying a neighbourhood recurred room. One guy says he can expend the entire darknes inside of it without leaving. His friends take him up on it, but exactly to make sure he doesn’t attract a fast one, they contend he be tied to the upstairs banister with a lasso. Guy concurs. They tie him up and leave.

Next morning they come back to get him. He’s a little out of it and replies it was fine, but that’s all he replies. He triumphs the stake and collects.

Life continues; the friends finish high school. All go away to college except recurred room guy. He stays around in township, moves from dead-end enterprise to dead-end enterprise. He doesn’t go out and loses touch with the others over the next couple of years.

One day the friends “ve learned that” recurred room guy has killed himself. This sees as a huge sicken and they all have questions. They are all sickened to be noted that he hung himself with the rope they used to tie him up that night in the haunted house.

17 . Herne The Hunter

My neighbourhood” If you saw this in the woodland, you’d shit yourself” character. A Follower, travelling a pitch-black mare, flanking alongside him a Dog and an Owl overhead. However…the Man has antlers( in some instances, it’s a stag skull for a disguise with the antlers fastened. Other variances testify him with actual antlers from his own skull) and a glow circumvents him which happens to be blue … Spooky. He has a horse..it’s a nice mare, it likes plenties. He has a puppy with him who are could be compared to Mr Pickles and a Horned owl( not actual trumpets) and has shine red-faced eyes. He carries with him his hunting bow, a heavy metal music chain and a large horn. There are a lot variances of his legend but overall he’s not going to come and kill you in your sleep. In short this was meant to be an actual boy who had a enterprise as a hunter and then either croaked or kill herself and his soul( summarized up with all the craziness above) wander the night.

18 . The Woman At The Door

Buckle up folks…here is the only kind of metropolitan legend, etc. that I ever called across. One of your best friend back in college lived about 20 -2 five minutes outside of township in between my college township and a neighboring small town with several of his friends.

One Sunday evening at about 10 pm, they heard an unpredictable slam at the door. One of the people checked the hole and understood the status of women, and immediately something experienced off so he went to his room to acquire his handgun and then opened the door. The dame was filthy and rumpled and immediately pleaded to come inside. Hesitantly, they tell her in and asked why the fucking she was 10 miles from the next town and knocking on their opening at night. This dame, albeit madly, has pointed out that people were looking for her because she had ran away from a religion in the next town that had been systematically mistreating teenagers for. One guy announces her shit and she proceeds to pull out a stack of creepy-crawly polaroids of individual babes that examine almost like booking/ intake/ mugshots in front of a bookcase.

She told them that the cops were involved and treating it up and that they couldn’t under any circumstances call them. This dame asks for a travel into township to get on a bus so she knows how travel to this “attorney” she has been in contact with; doesn’t need coin, doesn’t need anything but a travel to the bus terminal and shut lips.

For whatever fucking rationale, my friends were in favour of take her into township and stop her off at the Greyhound station. One imparted her his numeral and said to update him when she got herself together. They drive the whole way back to their house and immediately succumb to the paranoia and agree that it would be best to call the police.

A couple sheriffs and a couple cops from the next town over show up and interrogate them about the woman’s figure, where they took her, what she remarked, etc. Well, they lie and say that they simply took her into township and stopped her off in a grocery store parking lot and realize no mention of the children, the religion, etc.

The policemen take the two reports and all leave, except the two policemen from the small town COME BACK and began to be grill the everloving shit out of these people about what the woman remarked, they took her, they imparted her a travel. They were really aggressive but when none had any information to provide them, they gave up and left with rules to call them, and merely them, if they have a similar occurrence.

Never heard back from the woman, never “ve got another” call from the policemen, never understood anything in the news.

Wimberley, TX.

19 . The Faerie’s Tree

Ireland here so this will be good I promise.

My father used to be an Archaeologist, in the time of the Celtic Tiger.

While improving the brand-new motorway from Cork to Dublin they came across a tree. And this bloke Eddie Lenihan aSeancha tells them that they cannot cut down the tree because it is where the fairies of Munster and Leinster do battle.

They took no a written notice of him.

When it came time to cut the tree down, the man who’s enterprise it was to do it, was moving towards the tree.

AND HE DROPPED DEAD OF A BRAIN ANEURYSM !!

Two months later, the man who they brought in to supersede him croaked of a automobile accident on the way in to his first day on the job.

They left the tree alone.

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