Quote:
Originally Posted by MAC
If you want to get spooked park at 100 steps and walk down on a foggy night by yourself.   |
I used to walk that path night after night when I was selling. Heard all thwe stories, the young girl beaten and bloodied coming up to people and asking where she could find a phone to call her father only problem she had been dead for near 20 years and she just walked away to disapear in the night.
There was a murder there and that does inspire ghost stories and I will admit the hairs always went up on my neck when getting to the spot at the top of the stairs and sometimes there would be a cold chill to the air even though it might be the most humid and warm August night.
Never ran into her though. I did have a scare one night when it was really nasty weatherwise. It was blowing 30 plus n'east and raining I was there on a weekday morning for the dying west tide to drift eels at the 100 steps area. I was alone as I figured I would be as the weather was horrible and as I was standing in my spot a huge white thing just leaped out of the water not 50 feet in front of me and crashed in and dissapeared. Like a 30 pure white whale. I levitated with a gasp out of the water onto the banking in reverse all the way.
Once on the bank I regained my composure and heard it downtide break again. I ran down a couple poles and waited by 245 and sure enough it came pitchpoling right out and crashed back in again and this time I could identify what it was.
It was an O'Day day sailor maybe 18 feet long dismasted and being sucked down in the current and thrown back out again end over end. That thing cleared the water by at least 10 to 12 feet of its length before splashing down again. Jesus it scared the sh!t out of me.
The only time I ever had any trouble was with two guys trying to steal my matching pair of JK Fishers during the height of the herring run many years ago. There were guys everywhere and I was flaoting my basket down with a bunch in it and saw two guys eyeing my stuff ( I was about fifty feet from anyone elase but there were people all over) and one guy just hops down and grabs them just as I get there . I managed to bean him with a football sized rock whereupon he dropped the rods and the other one came to help him and I drew my knife ( I always had a knife taped to one strap of my waders shoulder strap back then and it was always nice and sharp) seeing this they took off with one of them bleeding profusely from the head.
I had foxes steal my eels and skunks block my way on a path to the water since but no other trouble ( there are several areas reported as "haunted" though" boooo)
Threaded Mode