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| The Legend Of The Calaveras County Monster; Eating boy scouts left and right... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 25 2005, 08:00 AM (2,085 Views) | |
| Shrike | Jun 25 2005, 08:00 AM Post #1 |
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The Spikeadelic One
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Up at Camp Wolfeboro our campsite is right next to this huge rock, Polaris Rock, and behind the rock is a big landslide area going up the mountain...and it is this place that is said to be the home of the Calaveras County Monster. The legend goes: Back like 50 years ago there used to be a little cabin up on the rock, in fact the foundations are still there today. And the cabin used to be rented out to hunters and campers and other such people. So one winter these 3 college students went up to the cabin to do take data on the weather, which was their major. The first few days went fine, and they took a lot of readings and measurements, but then a huge blizzard hit. They had to go out in the snow to rescue their instruments, and on the way back one of them fell in a crack and got his leg wedged in real tight. The other two tried to pull him out, but he was stuck and it was dark and the snow was starting to pile up around them, so they decided to find their way back to the cabin first, and then bring back blankets and food for the guy that was stuck. They did that, and decided to leave him there all swaddled up in blankets until morning, in hopes that the blizzard would be over by then and they would be able to get him out somehow. The next day the blizzard was not over yet, but they went out anyway to check on him. AND ALL THEY FOUND WAS HIS LEG, chewed off at the thigh with a trail of blood leading off through the snow. They figured that some wild animal must have gotten him, but they decided to follow the trail of blood and see if they could find his body. They went back to the cabin, bundled up extra warm, and set off to follow the trail of blood. Several miles later they found him, half-frozen and sticking out of a snowdrift, but still alive. His voicebox had been torn out, so he couldn't speak. They took him back to the cabin and warmed him up, but he had lost so much blood that it was obvious that he was going to die. He couldn't tell the other two what happened to him, but he wrote down that a huge monster had attacked him in the night, chewed his leg off and torn out his voicebox, then dragged him through the blizzard before leaving him in the snow. He managed to write that much before he died. So now the other two students were scared as sh*t, but the blizzard was still raging and they didn't want to get lost on their way out. And they didn't want to be attacked suddenly by whatever had attacked their friend. So they decided to wait out the blizzard - how long could that take, right? Three days after their frined died, they began hearing footsteps circling the cabin. The footsteps never stopped, day and night they were haunted by the sound of footfalls in the snow. A week went on like this, and still the blizzard did not stop. Food ran out, and pretty soon after that the second student died of starvation. The last one lasted two more days with no food and constant fear before he went crazy and killed himself. I don't know how true this story is, not very probably. But it still freaks out the new little scouts. Some genius (I dont know who) took the ends of aluminum cans, painted them black with flourescent red eyes, and hung them in trees all around the rock, so someone with a flashlight will see two glowing red eyes in a tree staring at them. The monster is said to enjoy little scouts with glasses for dinner... |
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| SavagePassion6666 | Jun 26 2005, 01:26 PM Post #2 |
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Leather Queen
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man....that there is some creepy shyt.....
i wish my camp had some good horror stories to tell....unfortunately all the ones there were lame..... <_< |
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| -AnTiSeAl- | Jun 26 2005, 05:40 PM Post #3 |
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Limon lemime
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Lol, oh thats horrible! Poor wee little scouts. |
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| Sigfried | Jun 27 2005, 01:13 AM Post #4 |
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Objection!!!
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good story, its been a long time since i read a good scary story here |
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| Sephiroth | Jun 27 2005, 01:47 AM Post #5 |
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yo mamma's daddy!!
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wow nice story man.. yeah every camp like that has at least one! you know? the one I went to was on its own island.. and they had a story about pig men, men with the heads of piggs. who go around killing people at random times.. no one knows how they became pig-men, or if there realy just crazed guys with pig masks.. but the caretaker of the camp was this guy named archie, and he had alot of guns.. it was said that he shot one but it got up and ran away.. I forget most of the story... mabie there was only one pig man.. I dunno.. camp storys are always good tho. -Nick |
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| mudskip | Jun 30 2005, 08:55 AM Post #6 |
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Yeah, I heard a scary story during my time in Camp Olympia. Might not be accurate, though. It think went like this. Before the camp was even called Camp Olympia, it was owned by these other folks, one of whom was an old lady with very gray hair that was profusely strict and always running after kids lest they wander off and get lost. So one day, while the adults were in the staffroom, one of them ran in and warned them that two students, a boy and a girl, had disappeared. The elder woman felt most obliged to go look after them, and so she sprinted off into the woods. Hours passed, and no one returned. It was night, and the employees and students all gathered at the mouth of the forest, on the lookout for people, but in vain, for none came out. Three days passed and they gave up hope. Haunted by grief and a bad reputation, the folks declined further ownership and sold their camp. A few year later, the new owners organized their annual trip into the woods. They brought along many students and lined them up, an adult on each side of the queue. And so, as they set off, they reached quite a distance when a child in the middle of the line fell. The girl was approached by an adult, who told the rest to go on. The girl's brother stayed. The adult picked up the girl and began leading them out of the forest when suddenly, footsteps came from behind them and a woman spoke in a quivering voice "It's you!" As the adult turned around, he came face to face with a decrepit, wan woman with snow white hair. Suddenly, she lunged at him, grabbed the children and ran off. As the group returned to the campsite, they asked around to see if the girl was alright. However, the man in the cabin told them that no one came back since their departure. They became nervous and ran off towards the woods. However, before they reached the edge of the forest, out came a wary man, sobbing, his face and body caked in mud and streaked with scratches and blood. He collapsed on his knees, sobbing as he grabbed the nearest adult and spoke in a horror-struck voice "An old woman with white hair grabbed the children! She ran and I ran after her, but everytime she turned a corner and I caught up, she was already turning another! I ran after her through mud and thorns, but I couldn't catch her, and the children are gone..." Everyone was shocked. A few days later, yet again the camp recieved new owners, and that was the beginning of Camp Olympia. The shittiest thing was that I, out of about 25 kids, was the closest to the woods. In fact, I was leaning against a tree, and I could've sworn someone was going to run out and scare the nuts offa me. However, no one did, and I was kinda disappointed.
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| Shrike | Jul 3 2005, 03:25 PM Post #7 |
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The Spikeadelic One
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Yeah, Camp Wolfeboro is full of ghost stories. I still am scared stiff of the woods at night at that place. There was this one guy in our troop who was really good at telling the stories, but he left the troop a while ago. Another denizen of Wolfeboro is the Running Man. I don't know the legend behind him, but apparently he's a ghost of a guy who liked to run, and he runs around messing up people's campsites when they're not there. Troop 24 knows more about the Running Man, most of them claim to have seen him at least once. They said that last week some little scout's tent got torn up while he was still in it, and the adults chased something through the woods before they lost track of it. Jesus Christ I'm starting to freak myself out now! I hate scary stories. |
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| Corinoch | Jul 12 2005, 04:15 AM Post #8 |
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Brackenwood Lightweight
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I think that most camps that don't have more interesting tales, like this one, just have to go with a stock story (person with missing appendages). I remember at least 3-4 camps I've gone to that have the tale of the ghost with hands replaced by axe heads, etc. |
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| Lmmrlsd | Aug 8 2005, 10:04 AM Post #9 |
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Back when I was at a camp, I scared our whole cabin with a ghost story. It didn't help that after the story was over (sorry people, I don't remember what the story was about) that one of the people in charge of the cabbin above us came and sat on the bottom of the stairs. She was caked in the moonlight and to us looked like a ghost. we were freaked. I kept saying "Hello" and "who's there" but she didn't respond. One of the girls started crying and finally the lady moved and let us know that she was just checking on the girls up stairs. When she saw how freaked some of us were she went and got our cabin leaders, needless to say, I was in big trouble.
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