DeeBye,Mar 21 2004, 11:10 PM Wrote:The CaverI have no idea why anyone found that scary. I thought it was very intriguing and SUSPENSEFUL, but not scary.
This website chronicles the exploits of an amateur spelunker (cave explorer). I have no idea whether it's fact or fiction, but I DO know that this is one of the scariest things I've ever seen, read, or heard.
It's ~10 pages (images linked inline for 56kers), but it's well worth the read.
Up until the end, its seemed like it could be realistic on several levels until the author said he had continual nightmares and decided to go back with a rifle. Once that I read that, I felt it got a little hokey, especially since it supposedly ended right there leaving the reader to wonder, what, where, and why? Classic Blair Witch Project syndrome.
I think it plays on several known hypothetical facts about yeti and sasquosh, such as their stench (much like an apes if you even smelled them at the zoo), their yell, their silent movement, and a general feeling of panic when around these creatures of myth.
I actually got upset when I read the authors reaction to the creature and his attempt to return to the cave with a gun. Typical Salem witch logic here without any heed to the creatures habitat, whom made no offensive move; such a pity. I suppose I was most angered because I have personally seen a creature I guess you'd call a sasquosh (sp?) and it was quite an unnerving experience. This is true, but you can take it how you like: I was 12 years old and sitting in my living room watching television in the small city of Carpinteria next to the beach. I suddenly felt this intense presence staring at me through my sliding glass door, a feeling so strong it sent chills down my spine. I slowly turned my head and saw this creature in a climbing stance on the tree outside (it looked to me like a three-toed sloth from the zoo and about the same size too - maybe a baby sasquosh?). When my eyes met its eyes, I felt paralyzed with pure and utter fear, not because I feared this creature (the sliding glass door was locked and all the windows in the house were closed), but because the creature projected so much hatred and rage towards me, my natural instinct was to run away but I just couldn't move. The creature slowly started to ascend the tree and I got the courage to avert my gaze for only maybe two or three seconds. When I looked back, the creature was gone. I've never seen anything like that again in my life, but I have the feeling these creatures dislike us because they feel we are encroaching on their habitat. I don't know how it disappeared and to clarify, I was twelve and was NOT using any drugs, legal or illegal, nor was I sleep deprived or emotionally unstable. This really happend to me as described.
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