“Country Roads” Region 6 Spring Meet – May 4-6, 2012

[R Doug]

I give up.  








 

[Mastros2]

Georgia's in West Virginia, isn't it?

Yes it is!  

[Max Wedge]

You just keep your junk to Mrs. Wedge and your own silly self!!!!!

I'm not camping.  

[MrsCablebandit]

I can't believe Beth bumped me from the #1Camper on the list.   I might just take my banjer and stay home.

Oh, Sara...it has nothing to do with who's my favorite and everything to do with who replied in what order. How else do you think frenchie ranks as high as he does?!?  

[ChrisZRX]

I believe you can count me in as a definite at this point. Camping of course.

Do I need to send anybody any money?

[Cablebandit]

You can always send me money.  

[ConPilot1]

Just to put everybody's minds at ease, especially the campers, it is NOT the banjo playing inbred locals you need to worry about.




It is The Rake.



I have seen it in a dream, and it attacked me. Not a lie. All kidding aside I have had sleep issues since my dream-encounter with The Rake.

You all know I have a very weird streak. There might be a reason for it. I have seen ghosts, and a UFO when I was a kid.

This is my entry into a UFO reporting website of my encounter. This is wholly 100% true, and no BS, and I'm not the first to have seen something in that area.

http://ufospottings.com/sighting/370447

Point Pleasant, West Virginia, the town where the legendary Mothman encounters took place is not far at all from Monongahela National Forest.
Personally I believe the The Rake, Slenderman, The Mothman, and the chupacabra are all closely related stories that we'll find out about someday.




The sightings of The Rake and Slenderman are becoming more and more numerous, and world wide.













We can discuss this around the campfire if anybody wishes.
 

[ChrisZRX]

Okay, I'll have my attorney contact your attorney.

[ConPilot1]

Logging out now.

I'm actually a little creeped out and concerned that I spoke of it.

[Oilhed]

A short story on the rake: Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

[Skee]

Just to put everybody's minds at ease, especially the campers, it is NOT the banjo playing inbred locals you need to worry about.




It is The Rake.



I have seen it in a dream, and it attacked me. Not a lie. All kidding aside I have had sleep issues since my dream-encounter with The Rake.

You all know I have a very weird streak. There might be a reason for it. I have seen ghosts, and a UFO when I was a kid.

This is my entry into a UFO reporting website of my encounter. This is wholly 100% true, and no BS, and I'm not the first to have seen something in that area.

http://ufospottings.com/sighting/370447

Point Pleasant, West Virginia, the town where the legendary Mothman encounters took place is not far at all from Monongahela National Forest.
Personally I believe the The Rake, Slenderman, The Mothman, and the chupacabra are all closely related stories that we'll find out about someday.

Isn't there a demon up around Dunmore somewhere that hides in the ditches by the side of the road and chases you off the road at night.  IIRC, the local name for it was the Run-Run (doesn't sound quite right) or something like that.  I was always warned not to drive through that area at night, or if I did, to go really fast so it couldn't catch me.  People from that area swore that it was real.  

[ChrisZRX]

It's not the pictures, the Rake IS blurry!

Ya know, I've been a professional forester for the past 20 years.  I've spent a lot of time in the woods, miles away from civilization, and often times alone.  The scariest thing I've ever experienced is being caught in an unexpected, very close surprise thunderstorm.  Not fun.

Oh, and rattlesnakes.  They're not much fun to almost step on.  Oh yeah, and the damn ticks.  I make sure they check for lime disease when I get my routine blood work done.  

[ConPilot1]

Isn't there a demon up around Dunmore somewhere that hides in the ditches by the side of the road and chases you off the road at night.  IIRC, the local name for it was the Run-Run (doesn't sound quite right) or something like that.  I was always warned not to drive through that area at night, or if I did, to go really fast so it couldn't catch me.  People from that area swore that it was real.  

No no no man, not the Run-Run that you said, never heard of that one, but the story you speak of I know about and is true. Yeah it's a local myth up here.

It's called the Suscon Screamer. It's f*cked up dude, lots of stories about the Screamer.
Suscon Road going up the valley mountainside off Dupont. Steep mountain road up there, big woods.
There's a small weird Catholic shrine/cemetary halfway up that mountain road too in the middle of nowhere.
Story was a girl was killed/raped up there many years ago and her raging spirit haunts the woods, and is disturbed by that life-sized statue of the Virgin Mary in that little mountain shrine I spoke of.

She screams, and prowls around the woods up there. Supposedly beheaded when found, and carries her screaming head in her hand.  

[intrcptrrdr]

Cool story bro.

[MrsCablebandit]

[Mr.Black]

 

[intrcptrrdr]

KA-BOOOOOM

[JamminJere]

All kidding aside...  This stuff is serious.. And really shouldn't be made fun of...

When I was just a young teenager, right around puberty... I,was awakened from a dream to find a female version of THE RAKE standing by my bedside...

She took my manhood and told me other women would never measure up to her the rest of my life...

She was...........THE HOE



Scary shit, man....

JJ

[Mr.Black]

All kidding aside...  This stuff is serious.. And really shouldn't be made fun of...

When I was just a young teenager, right around puberty... I,was awakened from a dream to find a female version of THE RAKE standing by my bedside...

She took my manhood and told me other women would never measure up to her the rest of my life...

She was...........THE HOE

Scary shit, man....

JJ

Dude. That was your sister.

[JamminJere]

Dude. That was your sister.

Don't have a sister...   And that's the best half assed reply you can come up with?  You should have your asshat status revoked...  You can do better than that

JJ