As a young child...I had a lot of scary events happen.
We live in a rural area, so on Halloween
we used to walk trick or treating.
We would go to as many houses as we could walk to,
which was a lot.
Back then you knew everyone in the town.
There were two houses with mean old ladies
& every year we would go to them,
one of them came to the door with a shotgun in her hand.


It served it's purpose...it scared us off.
We would run down the road laughing, almost peeing our pants,
not really knowing if we should REALLY take her serious or not.
Anyway we must have liked the scare,
we went back every year.

Our town had a railroad depot
& a lot of hobo's, vagabonds,
carpetbaggers, bums or what have you...road the rails.
They would get off the train & stick around a day or two.


The railroad went right by our house
& there were always some walking the railroad or ditch.
Many a night...there we all stood in the hallway,
(no windows)
because we heard something outside
or saw one of them peeking in the windows.
My father worked construction so he was gone all week.
My Mom always had her little 4-10 ready.

But the best scare I ever got was in the daylight hours.
My Mom used to wash & Iron all our clothes
that no longer fit & kept them for this needy family.
Well this one time she had saved up lots of boxes full.
There were 8 of us kids so there was a lot & the trunk was full
& so my Mom tied it down with twine.
And she drove out & delivered these clothes.


The next day I was riding my bike down the road from my Grandma's house.
I happened to glance down in the ditch, and saw this green coat.
Well it looked identical to my sister Cheryl's coat,
my Mom had taken to the family the day before.

So I rode my bike down into the ditch & bent over still on my bike
& reached for this coat & pulled it up...... WOAH!!!!!


Talk about a rush of fear.
There under the coat was one of those hobo's
laying there in the tall grass,
all covered & chewing on a weed.
I dropped the coat & jumped back on the seat & flew home.

My heart was racing 100 miles per hour.
We called the State Police & they picked him up.
They took him to the next town or something.
I will never forget that as long as I live.


So that is my scary story.
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