Postby drawscore » Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:12 pm
There was this old abandoned house a mile or so away, and we used to take new scouts out there, tie them up around sunset, and tell them that the ghostly owner was going to come by and eat their brains if they didn't escape. (We didn't tie them up very well.) Most of them knew we were full of crap, but we got a few of them, who swore they saw the ghost of Angus MacAlpine, just before they got loose.
We also went in there, and rattled chains, blew across the tops of empty Coke bottles, and made other spooky noises. Then, we'd all spread out our sleeping bags, and spend the night telling ghost stories about Slew Foot, the Hairy Monster, and the portal to the "ghost planet."
What the hell? We were 11-12-13-14 years old. It was fun, trying to scare the crap out of the 10-year-olds.
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