The Shaggy Animal Stories Thread

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by Ralph Sir Edward

Willing to guide, if called upon.

thank you. i will keep that in mind, if ever i go to texas.

[RickyMaveety]

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

that one is one icanhascatfud too. that's the kind of experience that would have scarred me for life.

Oh, it did .... it did. Apparently, I screamed so loud (scaring the crap out of the cat), that my mother decided to keep the door to my room shut from then on out and got me a nightlight.

Of course, that did nothing to help with the other problem in that room which was a plumbing access panel in the shared wall between my room and the bathroom. My sister told me that was the gateway to hell and that evil things would come out of it at night and kill me or take me away.

After she told me about vampires and that they too could come out of the "hell gate," I started taking my security blanket (thumb sucking accessory) and wrapping it around my neck several times before I went to sleep. That way, you see, if the vampires bit my neck, their fangs wouldn't be able to get to the skin.

Kid logic ...

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by RickyMaveety

After she told me about vampires and that they too could come out of the "hell gate," I started taking my security blanket (thumb sucking accessory) and wrapping it around my neck several times before I went to sleep. That way, you see, if the vampires bit my neck, their fangs wouldn't be able to get to the skin.

Kid logic ...

i see no flaws in that logic.

[slayda]

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

i have a very good imagination. too good in fact for my own comfort, frequently. overactive, hypersensitive, "is it real or is it memorex" vivid.

But don't you just pity people with little or no imagination? I think that's why we read.

My scary book was, I think, called the Black Water Trilogy but I can't find it on the net now. Took place on the Perdido River in south Alabama. It began with the river flooding the town (an annual occurrence). This woman was rescued by a local man from the second story of a store. No one knew her or how she got there. Turned out that she became like the Creature from the Black Lagoon when she got into the river. Long & short - the book moved between "nape of the neck hair raising" to "rather mundane soap opera boring". But it did keep me awake some nights.

[RickyMaveety]

My first scary book was (I think), "Tales of Mystery and Imagination" by Poe. "The Telltale Heart" and "The Cask of Amontillado" both completely freaked me out.

I think I was about seven because we were still living in New Mexico when I read it.

[spooky69]

Originally Posted by RickyMaveety

My first scary book was (I think), "Tales of Mystery and Imagination" by Poe.

Hey, I read that somewhat recently. I found a copy on my mom's shelf of decorative and leather-bound books and the illustrations are fucking deluxe. I actually lost that copy on a Greyhound bus, though I'll definitely track down another copy one day so that I can see Harry Clarke's illustrations again. I actually just did a Google search and found that somebody had done some semi-decent scans, though their Poean psychedelic nature is somewhat lsot without being ale to see the clear prints:
http://www.grandmasgraphics.com/clarke5.htm

[spooky69]

A man once kept a goat and and ass. The goat, envying the ass on account of his greater abundance of food, said, "How shamefully you are treated: at one time grinding the mill, and at another carrying heavy burdens." And, he further advised him to pretend to be epileptic and fall into a ditch and so obtain rest. The ass listened to his words, and, falling into a ditch, was very much bruised. His master, sending for a leech, asked his advice. He bade him pour upon the wounds the lungs of a goat. They at once killed the goat, and so healed the ass.

[tirsales]

@Zelda: I know how you feel ... I totally hate horror-stories. My imagination is much too good - and I cannot turn it off.

I could tell a story how I watched "It" by Stephen King (no, its not that good or horror or whatever ...) and totally freaked out for several weeks. Especially after I met a clown carrying a balloon and having really white, sparkling teeth .. At dawn ... With noone else on the street.
But there are no animals in that story, so I skip it in favor of the next one.

Explanation preceeding the story: My dog normally doesnt sleep in my bad. Really. But hey: Who cares? And she is a very good watchdog - trained to warn of any possible danger coming, announcing whenever anybody opens the door (or even plays with the lock or something). She saved me of possibly bad meetings with routs of wild boars several times (we have a forest nearby and several corn-fields. At dusk or dawn you can regularily see boars running from the forest to the fields. And sometimes those boars have kids - and you dont want to cross a boar if it has a kiddy. She warns me approx 30m before I cross the boars path - which is sufficient). She normally is very reliable.

I love to write. So far I havent published a single story, but hey - its fun. Quite often I write at night - I have freetime, no one disturbs me, etc.
One night - I dont know why - a horror-story came to me. I wrote it. And afterwards - I whished I hadnt. Its a story about a vampire freaking out a joung woman. Never ever entering the scene. She is never able to see him, never even knows that he exists - until its too late. Okay, so far nothing special.
I think its hilarious to be afraid 'cause you have WRITTEN a horror story. I mean - I know there is not a single grain of truth in it. I didnt do any research, nothing. It was just plain imagination. Nevertheless: I was afraid.
So I thought ... darn it to heck, my dog sleeps in my bad tonight and she will warn me of any monsters out there. That should be soothing, shouldnt it?

I guess I was wrong. I never knew what got into her that night, but she kept on grawling and snarling into the dark. Exactly as if she wanted to warn me of a monster in my room.
Always notifying me of danger in that direction. When I looked - or made light - she calmed down. After I settled - the danger was now over there.

[slayda]

Originally Posted by tirsales

@Zelda: I know how you feel ... I totally hate horror-stories. My imagination is much too good - and I cannot turn it off.

I could tell a story how I watched "It" by Stephen King (no, its not that good or horror or whatever ...) and totally freaked out for several weeks. Especially after I met a clown carrying a balloon and having really white, sparkling teeth .. At dawn ... With noone else on the street.
But there are no animals in that story, so I skip it in favor of the next one.

Explanation preceeding the story: My dog normally doesnt sleep in my bad. Really. But hey: Who cares? And she is a very good watchdog - trained to warn of any possible danger coming, announcing whenever anybody opens the door (or even plays with the lock or something). She saved me of possibly bad meetings with routs of wild boars several times (we have a forest nearby and several corn-fields. At dusk or dawn you can regularily see boars running from the forest to the fields. And sometimes those boars have kids - and you dont want to cross a boar if it has a kiddy. She warns me approx 30m before I cross the boars path - which is sufficient). She normally is very reliable.

I love to write. So far I havent published a single story, but hey - its fun. Quite often I write at night - I have freetime, no one disturbs me, etc.
One night - I dont know why - a horror-story came to me. I wrote it. And afterwards - I whished I hadnt. Its a story about a vampire freaking out a joung woman. Never ever entering the scene. She is never able to see him, never even knows that he exists - until its too late. Okay, so far nothing special.
I think its hilarious to be afraid 'cause you have WRITTEN a horror story. I mean - I know there is not a single grain of truth in it. I didnt do any research, nothing. It was just plain imagination. Nevertheless: I was afraid.
So I thought ... darn it to heck, my dog sleeps in my bad tonight and she will warn me of any monsters out there. That should be soothing, shouldnt it?

I guess I was wrong. I never knew what got into her that night, but she kept on grawling and snarling into the dark. Exactly as if she wanted to warn me of a monster in my room.
Always notifying me of danger in that direction. When I looked - or made light - she calmed down. After I settled - the danger was now over there.

tirsales, don't you know that every story imagined, whether written or told or just thought, creates a new universe that is populated from imagination?

Besides dogs (and cats) are psychic so she was probably picking up your thoughts and was scared by your imagination. Probably same with ZP's cat. I wonder if imagination broadcasts psychically. Just a thought.

[RickyMaveety]

Originally Posted by tirsales

@Zelda: I know how you feel ... I totally hate horror-stories. My imagination is much too good - and I cannot turn it off.

I could tell a story how I watched "It" by Stephen King (no, its not that good or horror or whatever ...) and totally freaked out for several weeks. Especially after I met a clown carrying a balloon and having really white, sparkling teeth .. At dawn ... With noone else on the street.
But there are no animals in that story, so I skip it in favor of the next one.

Explanation preceeding the story: My dog normally doesnt sleep in my bad. Really. But hey: Who cares? And she is a very good watchdog - trained to warn of any possible danger coming, announcing whenever anybody opens the door (or even plays with the lock or something). She saved me of possibly bad meetings with routs of wild boars several times (we have a forest nearby and several corn-fields. At dusk or dawn you can regularily see boars running from the forest to the fields. And sometimes those boars have kids - and you dont want to cross a boar if it has a kiddy. She warns me approx 30m before I cross the boars path - which is sufficient). She normally is very reliable.

I love to write. So far I havent published a single story, but hey - its fun. Quite often I write at night - I have freetime, no one disturbs me, etc.
One night - I dont know why - a horror-story came to me. I wrote it. And afterwards - I whished I hadnt. Its a story about a vampire freaking out a joung woman. Never ever entering the scene. She is never able to see him, never even knows that he exists - until its too late. Okay, so far nothing special.
I think its hilarious to be afraid 'cause you have WRITTEN a horror story. I mean - I know there is not a single grain of truth in it. I didnt do any research, nothing. It was just plain imagination. Nevertheless: I was afraid.
So I thought ... darn it to heck, my dog sleeps in my bad tonight and she will warn me of any monsters out there. That should be soothing, shouldnt it?

I guess I was wrong. I never knew what got into her that night, but she kept on grawling and snarling into the dark. Exactly as if she wanted to warn me of a monster in my room.
Always notifying me of danger in that direction. When I looked - or made light - she calmed down. After I settled - the danger was now over there.

Oh lovely. I just watched a dramatization of a story by Stine, about a monster that doesn't exist -- unless you think about it.

And, of course, once you think about it ... it's really hard to stop.

I suppose our imaginations do create new universes ....

[tirsales]

Hmm ... imagination creates new universes - I'm with you there. But - when my imagination moves me into that alternate universe now ... that could get creepy *shudder* on the other hand it could get ... interesting

Originally Posted by slayda

Besides dogs (and cats) are psychic so she was probably picking up your thoughts and was scared by your imagination. Probably same with ZP's cat. I wonder if imagination broadcasts psychically. Just a thought.

IF we wanted to analyse this on a more rational base, one could say that animals are very good at sensing your emotions. So - as ZP was scared, and I was scared - the animals recognized that and got scared (or at least nervous) as well. Its the same when meeting new people - if you are afraid that your dog will misbehave, it will misbehave - simply because it spotted your nervousness and projects this onto the "incoming person", now seen as hostile.
But that is plain boring

Originally Posted by RickyMaveety

Oh lovely. I just watched a dramatization of a story by Stine, about a monster that doesn't exist -- unless you think about it.

Thats a nice idea

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by tirsales

@Zelda: I know how you feel ... I totally hate horror-stories. My imagination is much too good - and I cannot turn it off.

yes exactly, you cannot turn it off !!!!

I think its hilarious to be afraid 'cause you have WRITTEN a horror story. I mean - I know there is not a single grain of truth in it. I didnt do any research, nothing. It was just plain imagination. Nevertheless: I was afraid.

i wonder if stephen king has this problem...

So I thought ... darn it to heck, my dog sleeps in my bad tonight and she will warn me of any monsters out there. That should be soothing, shouldnt it?

I guess I was wrong. I never knew what got into her that night, but she kept on grawling and snarling into the dark. Exactly as if she wanted to warn me of a monster in my room.
Always notifying me of danger in that direction. When I looked - or made light - she calmed down. After I settled - the danger was now over there.

i think your dog and my cat have an ongoing bet, to see which one of us they can drive completely mad, first.

Originally Posted by slayda

tirsales, don't you know that every story imagined, whether written or told or just thought, creates a new universe that is populated from imagination?

oh my, i did not want *that* thought in my mind...

Besides dogs (and cats) are psychic so she was probably picking up your thoughts and was scared by your imagination. Probably same with ZP's cat. I wonder if imagination broadcasts psychically. Just a thought.

that's a lovely explanation. of course, i *defy* you to find that credible, when you are actually experiencing one of these situations. it will seem ludicrous and delusional. wishful thinking, you know.

Originally Posted by RickyMaveety

Oh lovely. I just watched a dramatization of a story by Stine, about a monster that doesn't exist -- unless you think about it.

And, of course, once you think about it ... it's really hard to stop.

that guy wrote that story about me and tirsales.

Originally Posted by tirsales

Hmm ... imagination creates new universes - I'm with you there. But - when my imagination moves me into that alternate universe now ... that could get creepy *shudder* on the other hand it could get ... interesting

heh... it all depends on what you are imagining, now doesn't it ?

IF we wanted to analyse this on a more rational base, one could say that animals are very good at sensing your emotions. So - as ZP was scared, and I was scared - the animals recognized that and got scared (or at least nervous) as well. Its the same when meeting new people - if you are afraid that your dog will misbehave, it will misbehave - simply because it spotted your nervousness and projects this onto the "incoming person", now seen as hostile.
But that is plain boring

the fatal flaw....

[Abu]

dog is a loyal animal but cat isnt

[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by Abu

dog is a loyal animal but cat isnt

You can believe anything a gibbon says, but the squirrels won't talk.

Cheers,
Marc

[RickyMaveety]

Originally Posted by Abu

dog is a loyal animal but cat isnt

Oh so very wrong. Wrong on so many levels.