I've posted this here before and I wasn't going to go there again, but here goes.


I know of a place deep in a hardwood bottom down an old grown up logging road, that makes me feel cold and I get a creepy feeling that I just cant explain. There are 10 or 12 vertical rocks scattered around the place. I shot a deer there once and as I was following the blood trail one evening after dark, I looked up ahead and saw a figure standing about 30yds away with what appeared to be a goats head in one hand. Yes, a goats head. He looked like he was wearing an old confederate cap and had a small suitcase in the other hand.
I stopped there, kinda shocked for a minute. I looked away from my light to let my eyes adjust a little. When I looked back, he wasn't there anymore. I was wondering if I really had saw him or not. But as I proceeded on the blood trail, to my horror, the suitcase was still there. I walked up to it and stopped and looked around and listened for a long while. I didn't see or hear the man anymore. I slowly opened the suitcase and guess what was in it?





















Some of the same ole bullcrap I've been feeding you in this story. laugh grin