Salutations ! Encore une histoire effrayante. Suivez-moi et ce blog. Une fois de plus, nous sommes de retour à Cannon Beach, dans l'Oregon. Je n'ai jamais raconté cette histoire auparavant. Je ne me souviens pas de son nom ; cela m'a été dit par sa colocataire. Nous travaillions tous dans un centre de conférence à Cannon Beach. Elle s'était essayée à l'occulte - rien de majeur. Puis quelque chose s'est passé qui allait la changer pour toujours. Je vais l'appeler Kate. Elle était malheureuse, bien qu'elle soit à la plage et qu'elle travaille. Elle avait un nuage sombre suspendu au-dessus d'elle. Elle s'est écriée : "Pourquoi moi ?" Elle sortit du parc à baleines sur la plage. Elle pleura et descendit vers l'océan. Elle aimait enterrer ses orteils dans le sable mouillé. La sensation du sable la faisait se sentir un peu mieux. Ecola Creek allait des montagnes à l'océan. Il ne faisait que quelques pieds de large. Elle a traversé jusqu'à North Beach. Elle savait que c'était une mauvaise idée d'aller aussi loin seule la nuit. Tout disait : "Retourne". C'était comme dans les films d'horreur quand vous voulez crier : " Cours ! " Elle s'est rendue à l'intérieur des terres. Elle pouvait voir un feu de joie. Alors qu'elle s'approchait, une rafale de vent froide a envoyé des frissons dans son corps. Ils chantaient, avec des cornes et des masques. Elle se retourna rapidement et courut vers Conference Word. Elle a raconté l'histoire à sa colocataire. Le lendemain, elle est revenue. Dès qu'elle est entrée dans le sable, elle a senti une brûlure. Elle pensait que quelqu'un enterrait un cole d'un incendie. Alors elle a tamisé le sable en essayant de trouver le froid qui lui avait brûlé le pied. Il n'y avait rien. Alors elle est allée à l'endroit où était le feu de joie. Tout ce qu'elle pouvait trouver, c'était beaucoup d'os d'animaux. Elle est revenue. Je pense que je suis resté à une semaine ou deux et je suis parti pour la maison. Pouvez-vous vraiment la blâmer ? Si vous aimez mon bug, s'il vous plaît suivez mon blog afin que vous ne gâchez pas de nouvelles histoires effrayantes ou
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Showing posts with label bonfire. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 24, 2024
2 scarry true storys:Cannon Beach
Greetings! Another scary story. Please follow me and this blog. Once again, we are back in Cannon Beach, Oregon. I've never told this story before. I don't recall her name; this was told to me by her roommate. We were all working at a conference center in Cannon Beach. She had dabbled in the occult—nothing major. Then something happened that would forever change her. I will call her Kate. She was unhappy, despite being at the beach and working. She had a dark cloud hanging over her. She cried out, "Why me?" She stepped out from the whale park onto the beach. She cried and walked down toward the ocean. She loved burying her toes in the wet sand. The feeling of the sand made her feel a little better. Ecola Creek ran from the mountains to the ocean. It was only a couple of feet wide. She crossed over to North Beach. She knew it was a bad idea to go that far alone at night. Everything said, "Go back." It was like in horror movies when you want to shout, "Run!" She proceeded inland. She could see a bonfire. As she moved closer, a cold gust of wind sent shivers through her body. They were chanting, with horns and masks on. She turned around quickly and ran back to Conference Word. She told her roommate the story. The next day she went back. As soon as she stepped into the sand she felt a burn. She thought someone burry a cole from a fire. So she sifted through the sand trying to find the cold that had burnt her foot. There was nothing. So she went to were the bonfire was. All that she could fined was a lot of animals bones. She went back. I think stayed at week or two and left for home. Can you really blame her? If you enjoy my bug, please follow my Blog so you don't mess out any new creepy stories or regular ones.
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Friday, November 22, 2024
The bonfire And the beach part
So, back in ’97, we decided to embark on an adventure to Crescent Beach. But to get there, we had to hike down this treacherous path. It was approximately 9:30 at night, and we only had a single flashlight between us. It was incredibly dangerous! We were slipping and sliding all over the place in the darkness.
Once at the beach, the men and I began moving seven-foot pieces of dry driftwood into a teepee structure. The women packed the base with small sticks, dry leaves, and the paper I had brought.
Then, once we got the fire going, we felt like manly men. We had made the most amazing bonfire. A nice bonfire is impressive to women, right? Well, it turns out you can actually build too big of a bonfire.
The bonfire was getting bigger, hotter, and brighter. Let me say we were being safe. We built it by the water. Well, that's when the story gets good. The fire was lighting up the entire beach. That was causing people in Cannon Beach to think it was a forest fire.
Well, that was not good. We were getting tired, so we headed back home to Cannon Beach. On our way home, we heard fire engines. We quickly got back and said nothing. Nothing was harmed with our bonfire.
The End.
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