As a part of our Halloween 2017 coverage, we’ve decided to open up a bit of our personal lives, and share some scary stories. These are full on eye witness accounts of spooky occurrences. So, get your popcorn ready. Feel free to pull these stories out around the campfire, too.
So, first up – let me share one of the two times in my life I can remember feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up in pure terror. It’s the only time I recall that something like this has happened with several other people around that can back up my story.
Every year from 2005-2008, I had a Halloween costume party out at my folks’ house in Gladeville. We’d dress up, scoot the furniture to the wall for a makeshift dance floor, and just have a good time. Usually, once the dancing was done, a few people would crash at the house. We’d spend the night watching scary movies.
This story took place in 2006, after an epic prank. My buddy Mark pretended like he was leaving the party. But instead, he put on his Leatherface costume and hid in the woods adjacent to the ranch. A few ladies left the party around 1AM, and Mark jumped out in full costume and started swinging a dummy chainsaw around. It was raining, and I remember all of us in the house just watching, knowing full and well it was Mark but acknowledging what a haunting scene it was. It was raining, and all we heard was screaming that turned into laughter once Mark revealed his face.
Great party, great night – there’s five of us left at this point. Mark, Ralph Wiggum, myself, along with our friends Heath and Terry.
We’re just shootin’ the shit, changing into our pajamas and getting ready to crash. Considering my bedroom was a converted two-car garage, most of the time, dudes just went outside to pee. It was convenient, and we didn’t stand the risk of waking up my parents stumbling across the house to get to the bathroom. Mark says, “gotta go take a leak.”
He steps outside, but before the stream hits the ground, we hear…”what the fuck is that?” The rest of us look at each other, confused, but before anyone can follow up, Mark comes barreling through the door, slams it shut, and just stands there. He’s frozen, can hardly muster words, and is as white-faced as I’ve ever seen someone get.
He’s trying to describe what he just saw, when we suddenly hear a BOOM. It was as if someone threw a boulder at the side of our house. It was so loud that it rattled the walls and shook loose items off of shelves. Honestly, my gut reaction was BIGFOOT.
I hung a Freddy Krueger poster over the window on the outside of the door. We see the post crumpling upwards towards the top of the frame, but there’s nothing there. Nothing visible. It was at that moment I felt my stomach turn, the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and a chilling feeling that this wasn’t some prank.
We were all sure we were about to die. I look over and the guys are grabbing shovels and baseball bats, as if that would protect us from something other-worldly. But, eventually, we calmed down and the disturbance was over. After several minutes of quiet, we stepped outside. I looked at the poster, looking for handprints, clues, etc…..and nothing….absolutely nothing. The thing barely had a wrinkle in it. There was no snag as seeing it crumple the way it did would have indicated. It was as if the poster had been quickly un-tacked, wadded up, and then tacked back into the door. I verified with my friends, “hey – you guys saw the poster wadding up, didn’t you?” They did. So incredibly bizarre.
Once everyone was calm, we asked Mark to describe what he had seen. He said he saw a shadowy figure moving across the edge of the woods. Thinking it was one of us, he held up his middle finger and said something smartass-y. But, the figure stopped and turned towards Mark. He recalled the figure started moving closer to him, but when it stepped out into the moonlight, it was still the silhouette of a person.
Damn, I got the chills just typing that and reliving it. We didn’t really talk about it much after that night. Ralph and I still bring it up from time to time, but we never really addressed what each of us thought it was. But, the consensus is that some sort of spirit or creature was present that night in Gladeville.
The most bizarre tie-in to this story is the fact that I had been having dreams about being chased through our woods by shadow people sporadically for about a year prior to this happening. It took me years to put two and two together (I’m not that bright), but I finally decided one day to Google “shadow people.” It’s fucking terrifying. Honestly, I’d rather just repress this memory deep and forget about it.
I like to think someone simply pranked us that night. But, between the experience, the visual and the poster, man I don’t know. Plus, no one ever owned up to it. No one was caught laughing at our reaction or anything. But, I will tell you this. Five grown ass dudes damn sure can all fit into one bed. We found that out that night.
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Stoney Keeley is the Editor in Chief of The SoBros Network. He is a strong supporter of Team GSD and #BeBetter. “Big Natural” covers the Tennessee Titans, Nashville, and a whole wealth of nonsense. Follow on Twitter @StoneyKeeley
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