(84 Why по remember these threads used to be full of anons sharing personal stories. Let's get a campfire vibe going faggots. I've got work in a little bit, but I'll share some stories. You should too

(84
Why по remember these threads used
to be full of anons sharing personal stories.
Let's get a campfire vibe going faggots. I've
got work in a little bit, but I'll share some
stories. You should too (pic related)
>born and raised in God's country, Lafayette,
>but dad's side of the family is all
Appalachian mountain folk, 100% America-
bred country bumpkins, the kind you can
barely understand when they talk to you
>good people tho, and great storytellers
grew up listening wide-eyed to their crazy
tales of witches and magic
>for example, when was really young, dad
used to cut our hair
scoop up and then out into the
woods
never questioned this until one day my
youngest brother got his first haircut
>as usual, dad it it
>when he was done, he scooped up the hair
like he always did
>grandpa was there at the time and he said,
‘make sure to bury and dad nodded and
went out into the woods
was about 10 this point and had
never been told that dad was burying our
hair
>so asked about it and grandpa said that
witcnes use your hair to cast spells on you
>he say you've got to out where no one
can see you and dig a hole and bury it,
otherwise witches will use it to curse you
>grandpa is shocked that I've never heard
that before
>he asks, Didn't your dad ever explain know
how to tellif a witch made a curse out of
your пай?”
tell him ‘по sir and he explains and
witcnes can put spells on bits of human hair
to make a person sick, or to make them
things
>occasionally, this will result in a
thinking he means like the kind of
hairball that a cat hocks up, but he
describes it as a big tangled up wad of hair
>it just appears, like out of thin air, wherever
you are
>sounds retarded, but he calls my older
cousin over (he was staying with at the
time)
anon about the time you found a
>my eyes wide
>he says that one morning, he was at the
breakfast table talking to his brother
>they were sitting across from each other
when a big wad of hair materialized out of a
thin air
>they watched it appear right in front of
their eyes, then floated over like a
tumbleweed towards my cousin
>he jumped out of his chair
Tnose witch balls can burn your skin’ he
told me
>so he grabbed a of tongs and plucked
it out of the air, careful not to touch it
>then he tossed it in a fire
him if anything ever happened after
that
said no
asked if he'd ever been burned one of
those hairballs and he said no, but his friend
had
>apparently this friend was out on his farm
one day when he heard a cow in the woods
>thinking one of his cows escape, he went
over
эре followed the mooing until he came toa
small clearing, but there was no cow there
>then a bunch of ‘witch balls” appeared out
of thin air and encircled him
>he knew what they were immediately and
took off running
>but he ran into a few on his way out and
the next day his face and arms and neck
were covered in these big burns
>"Looked kind of like road rash’
>Grandpa told me to be careful about my
Nair
>from then onward, always made sure dad
buried my hair if he cut it
know it's bullshit now, but still it
myself kek
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another one from grandpa
>there's something that happens before
some people die
>they just called it ‘the knocking’
>before someone died, they'd hear a tapping
at the front door
>the tapping always stopped as soon as
someone went to check on it
>the next day, someone in that house would
be dead
>sometimes, only the person who was
about to die would hear it
>but usually, multiple people would hear it
>apparently it happened to someone in my
family, one of my cousins
>he was outside with a bunch of friend and
family when they all heard someone
pounding on the front door of the house
>they looked over and nobody was there
>they figured maybe one of the kids had
gone inside and was playing around so they
got back to talking
>then the pounding started again and my
dads cousin went over to tell the kids to
stop messing around
>but nobody was there
>he closed the door and began walking
towards everybody in the yard when the
knocking came again, this time quieter
>my cousin looked back
>nobody was there
>grandpa said everyone got spooked,
because they all knew this meant a death in
the family
>the next day, dad’s cousin was found in his
bed, dead of no apparent causes
Anonymous 03/29/22(Тие)08:46:20 No.31414040
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one last one before
doubt be able to
come back, so that will
be all from me. I've got
a lot of work to
today.
>when dad was growing up there was
some woman named Miss Adeline or
something like that, who everybody knew
was а good witch’
>if people were sick or needed help
removing a curse, they to Miss
Adeline
>one time, grandpa sent dad over to Miss
house to help her chop wood
>he worked up a sweat and Miss Adeline
asked dad if he'd like some milk (lol)
>he said sure and followed her inside
>Miss Adeline checked the fridge but
there was nothing in it
must have run out’
>she asks dad to help her with something
really quick, and she'll get him some milk
>Miss Adeline grabs a little towel and dad
follows her outside
>she has this big bundle of sticks tied up
next to the house
>she grabs the bundle and lays itona
stump, then covers the bundle with the
towel
>'Can you shop these sticks for
>dad obliges
>only when he brings the axe down the
sticks don't break
>Miss Adeline removes the towel and
and behold, the bundle of sticks 1$ fine,
no damage whatsoever
>then Miss Adelina takes grabs a big pail
and sets it at her feet
>she takes that towel that she used to
cover the bundle and squeezes
>as she wrings it, a huge chortle of milk
comes pouring out
>she fills up the entire bucket, then she
pours out two glasses of fresh milk
>dad takes a sip nervously
>then he chugs the entire thing (dad
would tell this part exaggerating,
licking his chops and rubbing his belly)
>'sweetest glass of milk ever