Here’s a spooky story for you.
>Be me
>old fashioned outdoorsman type, ruggedly handsome, roaming the country, doing some illegal things, hunting, terrorizing small towns ect.
>down in a swampy area of the country, think New Orleans, not sure exactly where it was, state lines meant nothing to me.
>come across a cabin in the middle of no where, old freaky inbred fuck sitting on the porch.
>he asks me if I’m hungry and invites me in.
>I am hungry so I think, why not?
>walk into the cabin, as I enter the door, the old fuck hits me with a club or a piece of wood or something and I go down.
>not sure what happened but when I wake up I’m far from the cabin and my ass hurts real bad.
>think he had is way with me
>go back and tie the old swamp guy up, feed him to a gator
>2 weeks later, die of tuberculosis
This is the life of a true outdoorsman, and it’s scarier that any spooky outdoors ghost story that anyone will tell you.
