Scary Stories

[Goncar]

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So if you cant some really scary stories, we wanna hear on this thread so post em!

[Administrator]

I read an account of this once and have taken some liberties with it:

During Prohibition, alcohol was regularly being smuggled in on ships off the coast of the United States in international waters. Smaller ships, rum-runners, would get the cargo and head to shore, and unload it to the bootleggers. Those bootleggers would then take the stuff to the nearest big city.

Well, in New Jersey, the main area to give the booze to the bootleggers was in the Pine Barrens, since its secluded with few cops, but only a few hours trip to NYC or Philadelphia.

The Pine Barrens, for those who are unaware, is a large stretch of state-and-nationally protected forest land covering about a third of New Jersey. It has poor, sandy soil where only pine trees grow, hence the name. The region is famous for ghosts and mysterious goings on, as large forests are wont to be. The most famous creature is the Jersey Devil, the bat-winged, horse-headed, goat-hooved 13th son of one Mrs. Leeds. According to some, he was the bastard son of her and the Devil himself.

Well, needless to say, bootleggers tended to take the darkest roads in the Pine Barrens late at night to avoid the police. This is the story of one of those bootleggers.

He was driving past midnight, and it was a new moon in a forest, so it was pitch black. He was drowsy and driving fairly slowly along a dark back road. Off in the distance, he thinks he sees two bright red lights coming towards him. He panics, thinking it was the police or some local, so he picks up speed. The lights keep getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter behind him, until he makes out a figure. His immediate assumption then is that its someone on a motorcycle and just floors his car. Now, on a sandy back road in the 20s, that was about 50 mph. The figure keeps getting closer until the guy can see the outline of the Jersey Devil's wings.

He looks in the rearview mirror, petrified, as this thing gets to his car and climbs on top of it. He slams on the brakes and the thing slides off and just starts flying away without missing a beat. It looks back at him with its glowing red eyes before disappearing.

Needless to say, he never went back to the back roads of the Pine Barrens after that

[Administrator]

Another story about the Pine Barrens:

In the 1970s or 80s, the state of New Jersey passed a law where by people put into mental facilities against their will could go through an easier appeals process to get out. A lot of people tried but were almost immediately put back in, because they were obviously unstable. Of particular note was a man who did get out: Russell Johnson.

Upon leaving, he worked odd jobs around the Pine Barrens for about a year before buying a beat up old pick-up truck and buying some undeveloped land. He built a little shack there and spent his days driving around the back roads of the Pine Barrens. This is all well and good, except for one issue: whenever Mr. Johnson seemed to be seen somewhere he hadn't been before in the Pine Barrens, someone from that neighborhood went missing.

The police have searched his home, his truck and everything he owns but have not found anything connecting Mr. Johnson to the disappearances. They have, however, taken to stopping him and asking him what he's doing whenever they have an excuse. His reply is always the same:

"I'm just looking for spare parts."

So if you are ever walking around the Pine Barrens at night, and here the sound of tires on gravel or sand, get inside. Just in case.

[Goncar]

I liked that one. I have one but I don't have the time to do it now