Ah, ghost stories. Sitting around a campfire or in our case in facing pup tents with a blanket thrown over the top to keep the pesky mosquitoes out, when it got late and real dark these stories always came up. I even remember the night that the telling our tales got the better of George, and he raced home to the safe confines of his bed. The best part was when we took turns making up the scariest ones. Some nights we were so good, I have to admit, that we scared the living crap out of both tents, and we had to get up and take a walk through the neighborhood just to attempt to get our mind off them. And that 'hook story', as many times as I heard it in all its forms, still to this day gets to me. Kinda creepy!
ps. HBDay to brother-in-law B-, vacationing in Sun Valley , ID today.
I would like to hear that hook story myself! Love your photo...best chairs to have and groups in a circle are so great for conversation!
ReplyDeleteun cadran solaire en fauteuil ;))
ReplyDeleteA teenage boy drove his date to a dark and deserted Lovers' Lane for a make-out session. After turning on the radio for mood music, he leaned over and began kissing the girl.
ReplyDeleteA short while later, the music suddenly stopped and an announcer's voice came on, warning in an urgent tone that a convicted murderer had just escaped from the state insane asylum — which happened to be located not far from Lovers' Lane — and that anyone who noticed a strange man lurking about with a hook in place of his right hand should immediately report his whereabouts to the police.
The girl became frightened and asked to be taken home. The boy, feeling bold, locked all the doors instead and, assuring his date they would be safe, attempted to kiss her again. She became frantic and pushed him away, insisting that they leave. Relenting, the boy peevishly jerked the car into gear and spun its wheels as he pulled out of the parking space.
When they arrived at the girl's house she got out of the car, and, reaching to close the door, began to scream uncontrollably. The boy ran to her side to see what was wrong and there, dangling from the door handle, was a bloody hook.
Very clever story! Thanks for retelling it; guess there were writers-in-the-making in your group!
DeleteI could imagine sitting around that fire pit on a summer night. Nice image. :)
ReplyDeleteCool photo to go with your scary story memories.
ReplyDeleteAbout farmers markets and the faces at them seeming the same no matter where, it must have something to do with those who have the desire to cultivate, create, work at it until you get it right, and then share it with others who don't have the ground or the space or the drive to do so--they come with their money, ready to support all that effort by spending.
just came back from reading your explanation of the hook story. i would have been one of the chickens who ran back home, locked the door and hid under the covers.
ReplyDeleteI would love to sit in that circle of chairs with my friends but not to listen to ghost stories. At no age was I fond of ghost stories. Maybe it is a guy thing?????? -- barbara
ReplyDeletetoo funny - and too true. :)
ReplyDeleteI used to love ghost stories, but it upset my mother because she had to deal with the consequences when I woke up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night. :)
ReplyDeleteI remember a group of us school girls going to one friend's house one afternoon. It was a huge old house with a large porch and three stories of rooms. She took us up to an attic room where we all sat around and started telling ghost stories. It was the perfect setting for such tales. As I recall, her mother came home and made us come down for some lemonade. It was a refreshing way to clear up those "chilling" feelings.
ReplyDeleteGhost stories were such fun when we were kids, but this circle of Adirondack chairs is the perfect location for a seminar on an interesting topic perhaps accompanied with a cold drink and small snack. I always saw humor in the hook story, but there were others that really frightened me.
ReplyDeleteWell, gee, thanks for putting the hook story in my head . . . where it will scare me tonight . . .
ReplyDeleteHaha! great story, I can see why it had the effect it did!! Meanwhile there definitely seems to be something missing from the middle of this circle...spooky!!
ReplyDeleteIt is so easy to get scared in the dark!
ReplyDeleteYou are very weird and have an incredible imagination. No wonder I like you!
ReplyDeleteHey, are you questioning the place of Ocala with re to horse capitols? It's very clear...we have more horses than anybody, more race horses, more jumping horses, more of every kind of horse. My God, man, you just don't question the fact that Ocala is THE horse capitol of the world!
As for Texas cowboys, most of them are girls. No problem for Ocala cowboys.
Haha, I liked when boys told such stories! We , girls , were scared , so we had a good reason to stay in their arms! :o)
ReplyDeleteAnd I was just teasing you. So there. But you're right about the south end of horses going north. We have a plentiful supply. I could send you some up there in the cold, cold northland. OK?
ReplyDeleteA kind of chair Stonehenge! :-))) How cool.
ReplyDeleteThis image does conjure some great story telling!
ReplyDeleteI love those chairs. Perfect for story listening.
ReplyDeleteWow. Gorgeous photo. The setting is ready for community and communications. But the stories... I never enjoyed being scared. The anxiety stayed with me a long time.
ReplyDeleteGreat fire ring, looks easy to maintain.
ReplyDeleteI like this.
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