Spooky Run
So I’m not one to be afraid of the dark or anything like that.
But when it’s 5:30 AM on a cold Halloween morning and you’re out in the part of Bowness Park where there is not a light to be seen save your one little headlight on your running vest, hearing people describe their creepy ghost stories over the radio is NOT WHAT YOU NEED AT THAT MOMENT.
Imagine being in the woods in complete darkness except for a tiny little light in front of you and you hear someone describe that as a child, they would often see a man standing outside their bedroom window at their family’s summer cabin, peering in with unblinking eyes, but when they finally told their parents about this mysterious man, their parents informed them that their bedroom was on the second floor.
I got goosebumps at these stories, yo.
At least they made me run faster.
More Spookiness – 2008 Version
So remember on Monday when I said I didn’t want to talk about the Idler’s Rest thing ‘cause it was too freaky?
I want to talk about the Idler’s Rest thing.
Actually, my original post on it way back in 2008 was pretty short and crappy, mainly because when I posted it I was still freaked out by the whole thing. But given that it’s been awhile (and given that I’m still thinking about those Reddit posts, haha), let’s relive some trauma, okay?
ALRIGHTY!
So this happened in the summer of 2008. Rob and I usually took my mom’s car on the weekend—either Saturday or Sunday—to go on our little “dates” because we didn’t want to go to my dad’s house and we couldn’t go to his house because…yeah.
Anyway, on this particular day we decided to drive out to Idler’s Rest and just hang out there for the day. I think we brought a tent and camped out until it got dark, and then just sat in the car.
Actually, we put the back seats down and just laid in the very back looking up at the stars through the moon roof. And no, there was no perversion; what we were actually doing was debating free will and determinism, haha. I remember our debate lasted for like 5 hours and by the time it had mostly worn down it was near midnight.
Anyway, we kept talking for awhile until all of a sudden we both got really quiet. I’d gotten this extremely unsettling feeling—like our lives were in immediate danger. I look over at Rob and he whispered the same thing—that he suddenly felt like something was really wrong.
It felt like there was something right outside the car. It felt like it—and we were both feeling like if we were to get up off the back floor the thing, whatever it was, would see us and attack.
I am not exaggerating; I know it sounds super dumb, but we were both actually shaking because we really, really felt like we were in danger. I don’t know if it was an animal or a human, but I’ve never felt so scared in my entire life. It’s hard to describe exactly what it was like, but it was almost as if we could sense it trying to look into the car to see if there were people in it.
(I’m getting serious chills writing about this even though it’s been like six years.)
So we stayed as still as we could for like ten minutes and the feeling never passed, so eventually we decided that we’d motor to the front seats, chuck the keys in the ignition as fast as we could, and gun it out of there.
Which is what we did.
Even on the ride back into Moscow that unsettling feeling didn’t go away for either of us. Later, after I’d dropped Rob off at his house, he messaged me asking if I’d gotten home okay. We still were both feeling really, really scared. I actually checked the newspaper the next morning to see if there had been anyone killed out at Idler’s Rest (or in Moscow itself)—that’s how strong the feeling was.
It did finally go away by that next morning and neither of us could ever offer an explanation of why we’d felt that way, but we’d both felt it very, very strongly.
It’s still the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me, even though nothing really happened. It wouldn’t have been so scary, I think, if only one of us had felt so unsettled, but we both felt it and we’d both started feeling it at the same time.
Blaughghghg. I’m freaked out just thinking about it again.
Haha, happy early Halloween I guess.
Tonight’s guest director: M. Night Shyamalan
Freaky weird crap goin’ down tonight!
Okay, this is what happened: my mom went down to Lewiston to spend the night with her boyfriend, and my dad is out of town until tomorrow. I was at home, messing around on the computer, when I heard these weird scratching noises upstairs.
So I go up there, figuring one of the cats got caught in something. But while I was up there, I heard a different noise outside–a weird rustling of leaves and a sound of several people running. So I run back downstairs and go outside. Looking around, I saw nothing–until I looked up in the trees. There were these freaky glowing sticks–green, blue, orange–hanging in groups of three in a few of the trees in our yard. It took me a few minutes to figure out that they were glow sticks.
I got a broom, stood up on the porch, and tried to knock them out of the trees, but I realized that the strings they were tied to were wrapped very tightly around the branches–too tightly, I thought, to have been done by simply throwing them up into the trees.
Then, to add to this, freaky twilighty music started to come out of one of our neighbor’s houses.
Weird. Very weird at midnight.
I’m scared!
But there’s good news…my dad called and apologized to me! However, I don’t know how sincere it really was.
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