27 March 2013
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R. Linda:
Since you like to be creeped out, I shall continue the fun with THIS story I got yesterday.
First, let me preface it with this information: Tonya has won us a weekend in a cabin up north. It was won from a raffle ticket she purchased at an indoor garden show. She has been all happy about it, telling me a dozen times, she never wins anything, but if she's going to win something this weekend getaway is perfect.
So last night we had the chemical couple who live up behind us down for drinks. We owed them an evening and Tuesday night was the only night they had open and it was only for an hour or so, therefore, none of us would be too tired to drag ourselves into work today.
Now Tonya was excited to tell them about our get-away and the wife was all excited for us, but the husband not so much. But he is a bit stodgy in his ways, so I chalked his non-reaction up to that or, he's inhaled too many chemicals. I told them of the Trading Spaces story on me blog (see March 25, 2013 Trading Spaces (not always a good idea)) and he got more and more thoughtful. So much so, I asked him what was on his mind. He said, "Apalachicola?" I said, yes, that's where the French couple had gone. And he said, he is from there and hasn't been back since the late 1970s. His wife said, "Oh I know what you are remembering, I wouldn't go there if I were you."
Well, you know that had our attention. I told him to go there, and finally he did. He told me of a story in the same place as me Trading Spaces story -- Apalachicola, Florida. He said this event happened back many years ago when the place was no more than a fishing camp. He said a local couple got married and the happy twosome decided to spend their three-day honeymoon in a cabin in the woods.
They set off and found the cabin rather remote, but they were all about just being together the two of them without any outside interruptions.
As it turned out they had a wonderful first day, even though the weather had turned unusually chilly. That night after an evening of cuddling on the couch, they decided to light a fire to take off the chill and let it burn down to embers so it would keep the little one-room cabin warm for the night.
So the husband got some kindling and got the fireplace ready, opened the flue and tried to light the fire, but for some reason, it just wouldn't take. He tried a couple more times and the same thing. To keep from smoking themselves out of the cabin, they decided to give it up and go to bed, hoping to keep each other warm with body warmth.
Well, sometime in the night the husband awoke to use the water closet but as he stepped out of bed, he was bitten too many times to count by what had crawled out of the warmed fireplace chimney. The venom took hold fast paralysing him to the floor where he died.
The next morning the wife woke up to find her husband's side of the bed empty. The sun was streaming in the windows and she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She called him, but no answer. The water closet door was open and the place being one room she could look inside from her place on the bed. But she did not see him. Perplexed she wondered if he had rolled out of bed and was still asleep on the floor. So she moved to his side of the bed and when she looked down, there he was, dead and blue. It was then she realised the "odd sound" she had heard intermittently was a slew of rattlesnakes, who had been wintering in the chimney. When the husband opened the flue and started the fire, the smoke warmed the snakes and awakened them. They had during the night slithered down the chimney and into the room.
Terrified, the wife wrapped the blankets around her not being able to take her eyes off the floor full of rattlesnakes. She was frightened to death (almost) thinking that they might start to crawl up on the bed. She was so absorbed with fear she couldn't move even if they did. She stayed the entire day there and had a night full of terrifying imaginings.
But this doesn't end here. It was three days later that the couple's relatives realised the couple wasn't back. This was before the invention of the mobile phone, so they got in their motors and went up to the cabin where they found the bloated and rotting corpse of the husband and huddled in the bed was the wife, unscathed, but shaking uncontrollably and quite out of her mind. No snakes were seen but one that was curled up in the corner and that was quickly dispensed with.
I can't think of anything creepier than this. I don't know if this story be true, but me neighbour seems to think it is. Me wife sat across from me, her eyes getting bigger at the telling, her legs drawn up under her, and an expression of horrified shock took over her face. She looked at me and I looked at her, and I realised I was wearing the same expression and thinking about that cabin up north in the woods, just like she was.
It was soon after the couple left. Tonya had shut the door and turned to me and said, "We won't be asking them back anytime soon. Who does that? Who finds out you are going to a cabin in the woods and then tells you a horror story about one?"
I didn't know what to say, but I did say that there were no poisonous snakes in New Hampshire except water moccasins (I thought) but we weren't going swimming in any lake.
"But Gabe, just like those stupid fish, those . . . those . . . Oscars that people had as pets, and then dumped in the canals down there . . . "
"Tonya," I laughed, "No one has rattlesnakes as pets up here."
"YOU don't know that. And look at your story on that tarantula, there you see?"
Oi! But she wasn't finished.
"What if there are bedbugs and cockroaches, and . . . snakes! And God knows if there is an infected spider colony in the walls!"
O M G! The woman! It took me most of the night to calm her down. She was throwing out that winning prize to any takers. She wasn't going, she didn't want the prize, she was DONE, DONE, DONE!
I thought by light of day she'd be over this, but SHE'S NOT. She is damned if her arse is going to a cabin in the woods!
So I asked her what she wanted me to do with the "prize" and she told me to throw it away.
"Why not give it to someone who might like a getaway?" I asked.
"If you do that, you better warn them." She said adamantly.
"Warn them?"
"YES, tell them that . . . that . . . story Bill told us last night and warn them about the loose spider and the bedbugs, and the crocodiles and the . . . RATS!"
Yup, she be overreacting and right now I can do not a thing about it. It isn't for another month that the "prize weekend" kicks in, so I'll just hold onto it in the hopes she calms down and then decides this is all silly foolishness. Or not.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Since you like to be creeped out, I shall continue the fun with THIS story I got yesterday.
First, let me preface it with this information: Tonya has won us a weekend in a cabin up north. It was won from a raffle ticket she purchased at an indoor garden show. She has been all happy about it, telling me a dozen times, she never wins anything, but if she's going to win something this weekend getaway is perfect.
So last night we had the chemical couple who live up behind us down for drinks. We owed them an evening and Tuesday night was the only night they had open and it was only for an hour or so, therefore, none of us would be too tired to drag ourselves into work today.
Now Tonya was excited to tell them about our get-away and the wife was all excited for us, but the husband not so much. But he is a bit stodgy in his ways, so I chalked his non-reaction up to that or, he's inhaled too many chemicals. I told them of the Trading Spaces story on me blog (see March 25, 2013 Trading Spaces (not always a good idea)) and he got more and more thoughtful. So much so, I asked him what was on his mind. He said, "Apalachicola?" I said, yes, that's where the French couple had gone. And he said, he is from there and hasn't been back since the late 1970s. His wife said, "Oh I know what you are remembering, I wouldn't go there if I were you."
Well, you know that had our attention. I told him to go there, and finally he did. He told me of a story in the same place as me Trading Spaces story -- Apalachicola, Florida. He said this event happened back many years ago when the place was no more than a fishing camp. He said a local couple got married and the happy twosome decided to spend their three-day honeymoon in a cabin in the woods.
They set off and found the cabin rather remote, but they were all about just being together the two of them without any outside interruptions.
As it turned out they had a wonderful first day, even though the weather had turned unusually chilly. That night after an evening of cuddling on the couch, they decided to light a fire to take off the chill and let it burn down to embers so it would keep the little one-room cabin warm for the night.
So the husband got some kindling and got the fireplace ready, opened the flue and tried to light the fire, but for some reason, it just wouldn't take. He tried a couple more times and the same thing. To keep from smoking themselves out of the cabin, they decided to give it up and go to bed, hoping to keep each other warm with body warmth.
Well, sometime in the night the husband awoke to use the water closet but as he stepped out of bed, he was bitten too many times to count by what had crawled out of the warmed fireplace chimney. The venom took hold fast paralysing him to the floor where he died.
The next morning the wife woke up to find her husband's side of the bed empty. The sun was streaming in the windows and she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She called him, but no answer. The water closet door was open and the place being one room she could look inside from her place on the bed. But she did not see him. Perplexed she wondered if he had rolled out of bed and was still asleep on the floor. So she moved to his side of the bed and when she looked down, there he was, dead and blue. It was then she realised the "odd sound" she had heard intermittently was a slew of rattlesnakes, who had been wintering in the chimney. When the husband opened the flue and started the fire, the smoke warmed the snakes and awakened them. They had during the night slithered down the chimney and into the room.
Terrified, the wife wrapped the blankets around her not being able to take her eyes off the floor full of rattlesnakes. She was frightened to death (almost) thinking that they might start to crawl up on the bed. She was so absorbed with fear she couldn't move even if they did. She stayed the entire day there and had a night full of terrifying imaginings.
But this doesn't end here. It was three days later that the couple's relatives realised the couple wasn't back. This was before the invention of the mobile phone, so they got in their motors and went up to the cabin where they found the bloated and rotting corpse of the husband and huddled in the bed was the wife, unscathed, but shaking uncontrollably and quite out of her mind. No snakes were seen but one that was curled up in the corner and that was quickly dispensed with.
I can't think of anything creepier than this. I don't know if this story be true, but me neighbour seems to think it is. Me wife sat across from me, her eyes getting bigger at the telling, her legs drawn up under her, and an expression of horrified shock took over her face. She looked at me and I looked at her, and I realised I was wearing the same expression and thinking about that cabin up north in the woods, just like she was.
It was soon after the couple left. Tonya had shut the door and turned to me and said, "We won't be asking them back anytime soon. Who does that? Who finds out you are going to a cabin in the woods and then tells you a horror story about one?"
I didn't know what to say, but I did say that there were no poisonous snakes in New Hampshire except water moccasins (I thought) but we weren't going swimming in any lake.
"But Gabe, just like those stupid fish, those . . . those . . . Oscars that people had as pets, and then dumped in the canals down there . . . "
"Tonya," I laughed, "No one has rattlesnakes as pets up here."
"YOU don't know that. And look at your story on that tarantula, there you see?"
Oi! But she wasn't finished.
"What if there are bedbugs and cockroaches, and . . . snakes! And God knows if there is an infected spider colony in the walls!"
O M G! The woman! It took me most of the night to calm her down. She was throwing out that winning prize to any takers. She wasn't going, she didn't want the prize, she was DONE, DONE, DONE!
I thought by light of day she'd be over this, but SHE'S NOT. She is damned if her arse is going to a cabin in the woods!
So I asked her what she wanted me to do with the "prize" and she told me to throw it away.
"Why not give it to someone who might like a getaway?" I asked.
"If you do that, you better warn them." She said adamantly.
"Warn them?"
"YES, tell them that . . . that . . . story Bill told us last night and warn them about the loose spider and the bedbugs, and the crocodiles and the . . . RATS!"
Yup, she be overreacting and right now I can do not a thing about it. It isn't for another month that the "prize weekend" kicks in, so I'll just hold onto it in the hopes she calms down and then decides this is all silly foolishness. Or not.
Gabe
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11 comments:
If you DO get to go to the cabin in the woods, take a snake bite kit!LOL
OMG something right out of a horror film! I am afraid Gabe I would react just like Tonya at first but by the time you go hopefully it will be out of her mind. Maybe not out of yours but pretend LOL
Does a cottage count as a cabin? I've got to let you know that story did me no good. I'm housebound from snow, have hardly any water, electric comes on and goes off, no shovel (unless you want to come and shovel me out), hardly any food, and you entertain me with a story that when the lights go out, will come to mind. Thanks for that. As a rule, I don't mind creepy things, I was married to two creepy things, but three stories in a row on creepy things? I mean Gabe, come on.
Right, and make sure I know where the nearest insane asylum is. Got ya, will do.
Aw now
LOL sorry man. Me Muse made me write it. Two wives? How many have you had? Gees it must be the hair! You know I could write about the dead sheep in your region of the world next. You don't have any of those do ya that you can see from your snowy, ice encrusted window? Zombie sheep? And come to shovel you out? LOLOLOLOL never happen, I don't shovel ME out let alone YOU. ;-)~
Wait a second Lucky, there are no snakes in Ireland. So whats up? UNLESS you mean those pet boas that someone let loose. But, they won't survive all the ice and snow you are currently enjoying - so not to worry!
Lucky,I would suggest lighting a nice warm fire and dream lovely things but not after THAT story! Its enough to drive you to drink. Oh no, no more chivas. LOL
yikes yikes yikes yikes! stoppppppp it isn't halloween lol
hey Gabe! did you ever hear about the guy that froze to death in a snow storm? when they remembered he was there, they dug their way into the house and the guy was blue and he had eaten his hand!LMAO
just kidding!
So just for you I have one more creepy story.
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