FRIDAY the 13TH WHOOOOOOOO

[Cyalaytr]

Never seen a ghost before but right after I got my lic I was driving my CJ Jeep around sort of half drunk and really late in the am it was really foggy and swore to GOD (no offense to any bi partizen anti Christin beleivers or non believers) that I saw a spaceship paralling me on the highway. I was doing about 55 mph and the closer I got to town the bigger and closer it was getting to me. The faster I went the closer it got to me. I was freeking out as I was the only car on the highway. Once I hit the edge of town and the street lights I then saw it was the top of a rail car from a train that was travelling next to me. I am soooooooooo glad I didnt have friends with me. They would have never let me live that down. LOL


As for Hanny... what is ....
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size=2 face="Tempus Sans ITC, Tahoma">quote:</font><table border="0" width="90%" bgcolor="#333333" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="100%"><table border="0" width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#FF9900"><tr><td width="100%" bgcolor="#000000"><font size=2 face="Tempus Sans ITC, Tahoma"> Oh, that and I have to sleep on the right side of the bed. (in rememberance of wyoming!) </font></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></BLOCKQUOTE>

[SHATOUSHKA]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA... thats funny as hell, cya!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

i have 'bed rituals' too, hanny....
er... well... i like beds to be somewhat neat
when i sleep in them... ie.. i don't like the
sheets and shit all fucked up and not tucked in
and the blanket having more on one side than
the other....and....

i better stop here

[Cyalaytr]

Poor TG can't be messin up all the covers and pulling the sheets over on his side. I feel for him. By morning my bed looks like a trailer park that God didn't like.


Just dont ask about the Blue Bitch Bridge Ghost story..

***hint hint hint it is even funnier***

<font color="#6699ff" size="1">[ June 13, 2003 01:10 AM: Message edited by: Cyalaytr ]</font>

[Hannibal]

Wyoming was my FAVORITE place to go as a kid. My gramps had a ranch out there.... 273 acres... streams you could fish/swim/play in all day long. Deep enough in some spots (10 ft. or more, with a sandy bottom) you could swim, shallow enough to wade through most of all of it though, just an AWESOME place.
every year I went there, I was in the "guys" room, and i always got the right side of the bed.
I say "guys" room because i have a lot of cousins, and when gramps would take us kids out there, usually it was about 5 or 6 of us... and it would be about 3 guys 3 girls... and we'd have our respectable rooms....
ahhhh, those were the days.
god. that place was SO gorgeous.... and there were horses to ride... 4 wheelers to tool around on, but... i think more than anything (he eventually sold the horses) us as kids, just loved to go walking in the foothills.. ( you could see the mountains from the huge bay windows by the table in the living room).... and it was just so fun to take off for a few hours and walk along the ridgeline of the hills by his house, there was one considerably large peak not to far... we'd go up there and sit on the top, and i remember lookin out... in amazement.... just absolute amazement.. and i stared out trying to atake in everything I could... so i'd never forget it... the rolling hills.. the clouds in that pattern they had..... god.. it waas gorgeous.
I loved it...
enough about me though@!

[Hannibal]

So, tell us about the Blue Bitch Bridge Ghost story C-ya .... *wags*

[^Stargirl]

I don't like to think about any of the scary shit, as i will have nightmares, i know i sound like a wuss but when i was little i used to have a bad dream each night and i would wake up and not be able to get back to sleep. For intsance i used to dream that there was a robber in the house, and the house was on fire and all sorts of shit like that and now when i watch a horror movie, with the exception to "I spit on your grave" i have a bad dream.

[Cyalaytr]

Wow..sounds like a cool place hanny. You said tall peak and mts. You wasnt anywhere near Pinedale was you??


Anyhow the Blue Bitch Bridge hmmm since Hanny twisted my arm. Well, I wil start it with saying you all know how tuff and brave a 17 yr old boy around his woman will act. Anyhow me and my buddy dated 2 girls who lived in a town about 30 miles from my home town. We would travel there every weekend to see them, hang out go screw, get drunk etc...

Some where down line we were talking monsters and telling ghost stories etc... we had the Midland Monster and they had the Blue Bitch. Ours was a fable built off of some devil worshipers who lived at a place near Devils Playground. Anyhow we would take them up there and get em all scared and they wouldn't want to leave our side. Well, in return one night when we were down there they offered to show us the Blue Bitch since it was a full moon. We said ok. They wanted to take my girlfriends car home and ride with us so we agreed.
We meet them about 30 mins later and they wanted to go to the store blaa blaa bla and then drive out there. So it was about a good 45 mins after the last time we saw them putting us at about 3 am on a dark dark clowdy yet full moon night. You know where you can kind of see stuff really good but other stuff is in shadows. Well, anyhow we drive to the bridge and it is an old creeky wooden bridge that goes over the Arkansas river off some farm road. It looks like something out of an old movie. The wood was all rotten and looked like the bridge would give way at anytime yet still was traveled by car. Only 1 car at a time as it wasnt wide enough for much more. so the story goes.....

A lady was walking her kid home one night. She was wearing a blue dress. It was a night not much unlike the one I described. Well, some drunk teen out having fun came racing down the road and she couldnt run with her kid across the bridge fast enough and they hit her knocking her and her kid into the water. The mother was found dead but that her kid was never found. (WHOA just got goose bumps)

Anyhow in the hopes that he would return she walks across the bridge on full moon nights so se can see own into the water for him and she crys out his name or moans at his loss. And we park right on the bridge and the girl friend tells me to shut off the jeep so we can listen. (I know they are prolly up to no good and prolly plan on screaming to get us back) Anyhow I shut it off and in the wind and with the weight of the jeep you can hear what sounds like creeks of someone walking on the bridge and the wind blowing thru the wires holding the bridge up sound like crys or sighs. Ya ya all explainable. So they are looking hard and we are making jokes about what we would do if we saw her for real.
We then after about 15 mins on the bridge I say heck with this it is time to go... yawn and pretend to start the jeep but not turning the ign all the way and say FUCK FUCK it wont start it is dead. And my buddy starts playing off it and freeking out and yelling let me out I am not staying here and we all start bouncing around in the jeep and yelling Opening the doors and pretending to get and the girls are all yelling back not to get out... but we couldnt keep a straight face and we laff and give in and I start the jeep. We slowly drive across it and up a hill to the left that over looks the river and bridge with a big field next to it. I start to turn around and one of the girls yells see sees something down by the water. So I am like OHHHHH SUREEEEEEEE so I flip the jeep around and point it way off the road as close as I could get next to the fence line and turn on my KC lites to see. We see nothing. and are about 4 feet from the edge where it drops off to the river about 30 feet down. Well she says to back up back up so I put it in reverse and start to back up and she yells to stop cause she See her!
I stop and we are all plastered to the window. We see nothing and she is pointing where she last saw her. And yelling for us to shut up to see if we can hear her. We all get quiet and I shut off the jeep. We sit there for like 5 mins and we kind of hear something moving down by the water. Sounds like someone steping on the rocks. Well, as this goes on for about 5 mins I am like OH SURE they prolly have someone down there screwing with us. But I dont see a car anywhere and they didnt talk to anyone. HMMMMMMMM
We I keep hearing the noise but no one else does well I get about ready to start the jeep again and I look in my mirror and I see a horse face walking up behind us. (freeked me out a little) So I stay quiet about it thinking I will scare the girls with it. I am like Hold on I hear something again and turn off the lights and sit there. Everyone is quiet again. We all stare out the window looking. And then I look to my left and yell there it is pointing at the house head which is about 5 feet from my side window. So all you can see is the head. They scream and we scream .. they scream back and we start laffing. They smack us and we are all laffing like bahahahahahahah WE GOT YOU. So now we have been here for like an hr and are REAALY bored so time to go. a deep sigh out and I start the jeep up and reach down to turn on the radio as everyone is talking and then I sit up (GOOOOOOOOOSE BUMPS) and turn on my headlites and RIGHT THERE IN FUCKING FRONT OF ME IS THIS OLD LADY WITH A PALE ASS WHITE FACE AND GRAY GRAY MATTED HAIR AND SHE IS IN A TORN OLD BLUE DRESS!!!!!!!!!!

I SCREAM MY ASS OFF AND DUMP THE CLUTCH AND WE ALL GO FLYING BACKWARDS (THANK GOD the Jeep was in Reverse!!) As we are screaming. As the Jeep flies backwards the lights totally lite her up and Everyone starts screaming GO GO FUCK GET OUT OF HERE. I jam the jeep in 2nd and floor it and we go spinning out of the ditch we flew into. We are now racing right at here and she just stands there at the edge of the road with her arms down at her side staring at us. The jeep engine is racing and we are sliding sideways to and fro as we hit the dirt road and go fliing past her and the girls are screaming so loud we start yelling in tune with the FUCK FUCK SHIT!!!!!!! I hit about 80 in the jeep on the road and the girls start laffing. I jam on the brakes and we look at them. [img]mad.gif[/img]

And they are almost cryin they are laffing so hard. They tell us it is one of their friends they got to do it. They had it planned for a whole week. He is part indian and part hispanic and has really long hair and they dyed it right before we came into town. Then they took one of their moms old dresses and had him all dressed up and put some white face shit all over his arms and face etc.. I mean this shit looked better then the movies. We went back and saw him (real slow like) and It was still freeking scarey he looked that real. OH MY GOD I could have beat them all senseless. I swear both of us nearly shit our pants.

OK all done. Damn that was funny looking back at it. Prolly why I like horror flicks so much. It gives you a rush of adrenaline.

[SHATOUSHKA]

that kicks!!! [img]graemlins/thumbs_up.gif[/img] [img]biggrin.gif[/img]

[diluted]

wicked story got to say i laughed my arse off at you (though i imagine i would have had the same reaction at the time)

As for superstitions i would say im the same as hanny and cya i have things that have to be done/not done like for soccer i always have my dutch soccer jersey with me (i have never scored a goal without it) I always wear number 11 aswell (i have a tattoo on my shoulder with 11 as the central focus) its been my number for everything for a long time. I have other things such as these i just cant think of them at this moment

[zelazny]

I need to lie on my side to sleep, that's the only real sleep ritual i sort of have.
And though i claim not to be superstitious, being alone in a big dark wood can scare my ass off.