Baloo: when I click the link, all I get is a page containing no freaky stories.While we're on the subject, I've one.
It concerns a man walking alone across a bog one dark night, coming home from a card game with some friends,
bringing his cards home with him. After a while, he begins to hear soft footfalls behind him. Soon a figure looms slowly into view, whom the man waits for.
It turns out to be a fellow traveller, and as they're going in the same direction, they decide to accompany one another. They get to talking (as they walk), and continue to do so for a few minutes.
Casually, the man looks down at his shoes, battered and mucky, and then glances at his partner's feet.
To his horror, from the waist down, his travelling companion has the feet of a goat. Frozen with fear, he looks slowly up at his face, and sees his companion smiling evily at him.
Off the amn ran, not stopping until he reached his house. Bolting the door behind him, he collapsed on the floor in panic, and fumbled in his pocket for his rosary beads. In his left pocket, he found his pack of cards, and in the right, the beads. He spent the night in feverish prayer.
The first thing he did the next morning was to go directly to the parish priest's house, carrying a cross and a small bottle of holy water with him. The recently-awoken priest calmed the man down sufficiently for him to get across his story.
When he was finished, the priest asked him as to what he was doing out all alone crossing a bog at the dead of night. The man said that he's been at a card game at a friend's house, the other side of the bog.
Then the priest, lowering his voice, asked the man was he carrying a pack of cards home with him. Yes, indeed I was, said the man, what of it? To which the priest simply answered That no man should ever suffer the misfortune of carrying cards across a bog at night.
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I heard this two years ago, and thank God I have never had to walk home alone across a bog yet. I'd say I'd be a nervous wreck at the end.
And remember -- if ever you or a friend are walking alone in the blackest night, should you or one of your party hear footsteps approaching from the rear, keep going.
If they get louder, keep going.
If they get louder still, keep going.
Unless you're hailed, keep going.
But never, EVER, turn around.
So ends tonight's eerie tale from 'Irish Theatre of Superstition'. Good evening.
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