Hey all!!!

I know for most people one of the best things about Camping is sitting around making smores, having a few *beverages* and sharing a few classic "spooky" stories.
It would be nice to have a thread where we can do just that......

Im not great at telling stories, but I will just sit and pass a few smores around if someone would like to chime in and share a tale or two.....

If you decide to bring a guitar, its all good, but the first person to start singing kumbaya is getting banned

So with that in mind ... let the spookiness begin ...who will be the first to brave the campfire?

 

*brings his guitar... ok everyone lets sing a song... you all know the words...


*Clears throat...

A long long time ago...
in a galexy far away
naboo was under an attack...
and I thought me and qui gon jinn
could talk the federation in
to maybe cutting them a
little slack...

but theyre response it didn't thrill us
they locked the doors and tried to kill us
we escaped from that gas
we met jar jar and boss nass
we took a bongo from the scene and went to theed to see the queen
we all wound up on tatoine... thats where
we found...
this boy...


*SING IT*

ILoveQA

 

Yeehaa! Who knows any good ghost stories?

 

Once there was a sad, lonely ex-mod that died...

 

Kumbaya Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Kumbaya Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya.



Somebody needs you Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Somebody needs you Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya.



Somebody?s praying Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Somebody?s praying Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya.



Oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord Kumbaya.

Oh, Lord. Lord Kumbaya.



I need a blessing Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

I need a blessing Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya.



I need a miracle Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

I need a miracle Kumbaya. Kumbaya.



Oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord Kumbaya.

Oh, Lord.Lord Kumbaya.



Shower down on me. Shower down on me.

I need You to shower down on me.

Lord I?m down here praying.

Lord I need a blessing


Yeah. I posted it. What are you going to do about it?

 

*tries to refrain from pressing BAN button*

 

Do it!

Then again, it was kind of sort of obligatory.

 

Smores around the campfire!

That's what we use to do when J.W. Titus had a new chapter of ROTS!

Smores and Sith Ale....

I have a ghost story...and its true....

 

We were all sittin' around a camp fire one night talkin' bout this and that. How the trail was. What the game huntin' had been like when everyone started smellin' somethin' real bad.

Nat'rally we all started lookin at the others thinkin' who did that, ya know. We all shrugged and then the smell started gettin' worse. We all looked around to see if there was a skunk nearby, but, ta be honest, I'd never smelled a skunk like that. It was real bad, man. Like somebody hadn't taken a bath in a hundred years mixed with . . . well you know.

Marty started to reach for his rifle when we heard a branch break behind us. We all jumped at the sound. The brush started rustlin'. Marty dived for his rifle and had it pointed at the rustlin'.

We didn't hear no animal sounds. We thought maybe it might be an injured bear. Grizzley's were common out this a-ways. They're mean no matter what, but when they're injured they're bad news.

Well, anyways, I turned the spotlight in the direction of the noise. What I saw, scared the - outta me! Glowin' red eyes, man! Big ones! An the smell, gah!

Marty asked who was that, which was stupid. Nothing with red eyes reflectin' would say nothing.

That's when the gruntin' started. Like a pig, but it was deeper . . . much deeper.

Then came the screams . . . [link=http://www.oregonbigfoot.com/sounds/ORBF_Klamath.mp3]Like these, Man![/link]

It was one a Them! They're real, man.

Marty took a potshot outta fear and we heard a big growl and then the sound a something like trees comin' apart. We saw the black outlines o'the trees swaying like there was a big breeze.

Ah man . . . I tell you. We got the - outta there, man! I ain't never been so skeerd in my whole life!

[The is not a true account. I just wrote it in the spirit of freaky campfire stories]

Happy Halloween!

 

Well, I'll bring the guitar as long as some other people will jam with me.

 

That's amazing, Mike. Kudos to you for thinking up such a wonderful way to propose! I hope that when the time comes, I can think of something really memorable also.

 

very nice mike , I smile everytime I read that story


Ok everyone .... any Spooky stories to share? Its the month of ghosts and Goblins and withces Ale er uh brew There has to be something scary someone can share?

 

Sorry... even though I'm TheBoogieMan I'm not actually very good at being scary.

 

dance?


*does the tango with Mike*

 

Ok, well I'll transfer my question from the JW Fan thread to here.

Has anyone here experienced Sleep Paralysis or the phenomenon called 'Old Hag'?

 

We just learned about Sleep Paralysis in my Psych class in college. It was interesting.

 

You learned about the physical affects of a Hypnogogic state before one drifts of too sleep, more than likely. A point, basically, where the body is asleep and the mind is not.

There is another theory . . . that of spiritual possession and/or overshadowing.

Such happened to me one deep night in my 17th year . . .

I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly found myself fully awake unable to move. I could only move my eyes.

Out of the corner of my right eye I saw a glow. I strained to turn my head but was unable to budge. My eye looked over and I see . . . and I kid you not . . . a green mist.

The green mist formed a grinning skull. A fear gripped me beyond anything I have ever known even unto this day. The mist . . . seeped into my ear.

That is when the vision or whatever you could call it happened.

I felt my mouth move and a growling utterance in a language I could not understand came forth. Outside my drapped window a lightning storm started up. The words coming from my mouth seemed to be stimulating it.

The thunder and lightning became worse and worse until it seemed that the whole house was shaking from it . . . but it was not the house, but only my bed as it and I were shaking in it.

I wanted to run. I wanted to scream, but I was not in control of my body anymore. *I* was locked in my own head and *IT* was controlling my body.

I suddenly fell away into blackness. A cold, cold place and I felt a lonliness and a despair I had never thought possible. I was floating in the cold blackness. In the distance a light shown. A light that I was drawing away from.

Below me the light glinted on metal. I heard the metal shriek and it seemed a trap door was opening under me.

I then felt myself return to sleep as a calm soothing voice spoke to me things I can no longer remember, but I had gained a wisdom that I didnt' have before.

My wisdom later came to help friends of mind who were going to play with a ouija board. A strong urge came over me to pursuade them not to go through with it. Knowing that they would probably scoff at me, but telling them anyway, I asked them not to play with the ouija. It was a doorway to terrible things that would hurt them.

Strangely, my words affected them so deeply they never played the game. Probably ever.

To this day I believe I have knowledge locked away from my 'possession' experience that will come to fore to those who need it.

And I admonish anyone now, never mess with the occult or ouija. There is an evil in the world and it can do to you what it did to me.

And, no, I never have played Ouija, but I feel my Sleep Paralysis was a vision of warning to those that play with things like that.

Just . . . Don't.

This story is the God's Honest Truth!

 

It doesn't sound like God had anything to do with that, lol. Sounded like it was devil's work.

If what you said was true, that's pretty dang creepy. I've had nightmares and such, but never anything like that. Sorry you had to experience that.

I never mess around with occult stuff or ouija boards. I hold to my Christian faith pretty well, I don't want to take chances with that stuff. It's scary though.

Although, when I was stocking shelves at Barnes and Noble and I was working in the New Age dept., I had to suppress a few laughs at some of the books...

 

How's this for weird...

My sister and I both have terrible insomnia. Which is why it was so strange one night that I slept all the way through and felt really refreshed. Even if I get a good night's sleep I usually dream a lot too, but not this time.

Anyways, my sister wakes me up in the morning all freaked out. She said that there had been something in her room talking to her in a forgein language. Scared she ran into my room only to see me sitting up in bed and speaking in a strange language. (Now I have been known to talk to people in my sleep, but never speak a different language.) Well we looked up some of what she heard and it ended up it was arabic!!

 

What is this thread then??
Seems interesting.