UPDATE 10/26 (see extended entry)
'Tis the season for spooks and scares, and some good laughs. Anyone out there have a good story they'd like to share about scaring someone, or being scared by someone? Are you the I-don't-scare type that once flipped out in a haunted house when someone grabbed you? Fondly remembering scaring your little sister so much she wet herself? Were you that little sister that grew up and screamed so loudly during a scary movie that your brother and his popcorn went flying off the sofa? Let's hear your stories!
My stepson jumped three feet off the couch and yelled SHIT! when my wife crept behind him and grabbed his shoulder during the final scene of Carrie.
She made ME jump three feet when she let out a piercing shriek (on purpose, mind you) during the scene in The Hand That Rocked The Cradle when the husband's hand came from behind the stairs and grabbed the wife's ankle.
Others?
I took down the link to Helen because she had deleted the post I linked to and I didn't want to direct anyone to a dead link. But I'm putting this up again to request anyone reading this (Jim, where are you?) to pay her a visit and give her some much-needed love and encouragement. After today, she's really going to need it...
(and this one is going to stay up, even if the linked post doesn't)
You're the bestest, Diamond Dave (and no, I didn't mind).
Well its muh bady!
Awww... thank you!
Oh, I got one.. its one of those emails but I always laugh...
This happened about a month ago just outside of Willmar, a
little town in the back country of Minnesota, and while it
sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road,
hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a
thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was
raining so hard he could hardly
see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car
moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain.
It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed
the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind
the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified,
too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw
that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too
scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for
his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and
into a nearby lake and he would drown!
But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the
driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering
wheel, guiding
the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the
hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was
alone again!
Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every
time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near
death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran
and ran, into town, into Willmar.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering,
ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his
supernatural experience A silence enveloped and everybody got
goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth
(and was not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one
says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot that rode in our
car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
You know, I was cleaning out the old Yahoo! mailbox today and ran across an email dated last April. It looked funny, it just had an address in the body and that's it. Then I remembered, I snatched that address from a document Jim inadvertantly posted w/o checking it first. Which means, Jim, that I will be following up on my promise. Shank out.