Creeping thyself Out

[BlodwynPig]

Imagine, a dense copse beside a lonely golf course. For the past few weeks items have appeared on the bench in front of the copse. First a solitary bicycle wheel. Last week a ladies handbag, nice, but empty. This morning some neon green training shoes, like those kids in the 90s wore but with more pazzaz.

Odd I thought this morning as I ambled to work.

The nights have drawn in. I'm now walking back home in the pitch black and am walking up the path towards the bench.

My mind starts whirring. Perhaps, these items are trinkets left by a serial killer as sort of trophies, but on public display to goad the police or merely as a dare to himself if someone should discover the link. Gah...perhaps he's in the copse now, waiting for his next victim. Perhaps tomorrow someone will find a wooly hat emblazoned with the pongmaster character from Ozric Tentacles lore on the aforementioned bench.

Creeped myself out, right out.

[a duncandisorderly]

what size were the trainers? they sound cool.

[ProvanFan]

[a duncandisorderly]

damn. I can get into eight-&-a-half.

[Lisa Jesusandmarychain]

damn. I can get into eight-&-a-half.

Yeah, me too. One of Fellini's better films.

[a duncandisorderly]

Yeah, me too. One of Fellini's better films.

[Pijlstaart]

Remember something similar happening, walked past a neighbours bin and every week there'd be different stuff sticking out of it. It was all tantalising stuff, like what you found, but I daren't take it for myself, the rightful owner might hunt me down. I steal loads of coffee and treats from work, I've got a timetable of catered events so I know where to pop up. I've found a very fat compatriot to mentor me in this stuff, very fat, fat and jolly, but one day there will be repercussions for our behaviour and I fear it.

[Buelligan]

I do long, very long, before and after shift walks in remote territory.  Not a living soul, apart from wild boar and that sort of thing, (or so I fervently hope) for miles. 

I sometimes consider the fact - because my presence in these wild and darkened places is entirely based on my work (and therefore entirely predictable) - that I'm a prime candidate for abduction and a dirty death.  But I've been doing it so long now that my fears, if I'd allowed them, would have overcome me.  I just put my best foot forward, carry a long and very sharp meat skewer and offer a rakish smile to the darkness.

Last night a pair of bright green trainers were placed neatly in the middle of the path.

[Icehaven]

Imagine, a dense copse beside a lonely golf course...

'Copse', sounds a bit like 'corpse', doesn't it?

[Shit Good Nose]

I do long, very long, before and after shift walks in remote territory.  Not a living soul, apart from wild boar and that sort of thing, (or so I fervently hope) for miles. 

I sometimes consider the fact - because my presence in these wild and darkened places is entirely based on my work (and therefore entirely predictable) - that I'm a prime candidate for abduction and a dirty death. 

Ditto - my cycle commute to work includes a fairly long run "in the middle of nowhere" and, whilst it's an established cycle track, it typically only gets used in the summer, mainly in the school holidays, at sensible o'clock.  When I'm cycling through at 6am I rarely see another soul.  At all.  And all of that run is prime territory for dumping a corpse just over the other side of the hedge.  There's one particular bit - about a quarter of a mile long - which is entirely covered with overhanging trees so it's dark all year round, a sharp almost 90degree bend at one end and a steep hill going up at the other, so it effectively looks and feels like you're trapped.  Absolutely horrible.

Been cycling it for nearly 10 years (less so now I work in a different town), but it still gives me the willies.

[BlodwynPig]

what size were the trainers? they sound cool.

Like this, but more shiny and darker green with graffiti in purple and red.

[BlodwynPig]

I do long, very long, before and after shift walks in remote territory.  Not a living soul, apart from wild boar and that sort of thing, (or so I fervently hope) for miles. 

I sometimes consider the fact - because my presence in these wild and darkened places is entirely based on my work (and therefore entirely predictable) - that I'm a prime candidate for abduction and a dirty death.  But I've been doing it so long now that my fears, if I'd allowed them, would have overcome me.  I just put my best foot forward, carry a long and very sharp meat skewer and offer a rakish smile to the darkness.

Last night a pair of bright green trainers were placed neatly in the middle of the path.

request - photo of wild boar, but I guess you don't own or carry a camera :(

[BlodwynPig]

No items on bench this morning, perhaps he's waiting for a fresh kill...or the snow put him off.

[Buelligan]

request - photo of wild boar, but I guess you don't own or carry a camera :(

You guess correctly.  It's interesting, sometimes, like about six weeks ago, there were boar teeming partout.  I even had to stamp about to get the fellows to shift off the path so's I could go on my way.  One night, in particular, there were so many, it was really quite weird.

Recently, I hear them clopping and rustling, but, seemingly, far fewer.  It seemed to change around the time we had the big rain.

[BlodwynPig]

So they are not shy?

[Icehaven]

We do a late shift once a week until about half 7 so at this time of year it's dark when I leave work, and (ridiculously, given the location) the area immediately outside the library where we have to walk through some portakabins is very badly lit, so I have to rattle my keys to scare the rats away, but the mind plays tricks and you can still feel them running over your shoes etc.

[Dex Sawash]

If anyone spots a pair of green inov8 in uk12/us13, post them to me. My daily pair are knackered.




_{state of those skirting boards}

[Buelligan]

So they are not shy?

It depends, definitely (usually) keen to avoid human proximity but some nights, not often, they seem like different creatures and don't give a damn, it's like they have their own shit going on and humans are way down on their list of concerns.


_{If you humans could smell what I just smelled, you'd want to stay indoors too.}

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Like this, but more shiny and darker green with graffiti in purple and red.

And what colour were they?

[BlodwynPig]

And what colour were they?

Blood soaked red

[im barry bethel]

If anyone spots a pair of green inov8 in uk12/us13

Typical American, everything has to be bigger

[Lisa Jesusandmarychain]

Buelligan doesn't have a camera ?

[BlodwynPig]

So tonight it was still dusky and I came a different way home along one of the trails that pass through West Hamilton and enter into the golf course. Crossing the golf course, its getting pretty dark so I go for a piss against a large conifer when I hear a garbled voice coming from the other side - the tree is too dense to see through. I assumed it was a dog walker and I shuffled around the tree to get out of sight. The voice was pretty unnatural but I thought he was just grumbling to the dog. I finished the piss and came around the other side, the expanse of the golf course all around me, apart from a small clump of trees about 100 metres in front. No-one. Absolutely no-one around. I waited a few seconds to see if he had sauntered around the side where I pissed, but nothing.

Gah! It was still light enough not to get completely freaked out, but then I had to enter the trees and my hackles went up. No more incidents though.

Here is the bench.



and the sight of civilisation was a boon



moments after taking this picture, a bloody giant fox came sauntering around the corner and disappeared into the copse to my right. It looked reddish but was about twice the size of the foxes I've seen in the UK, so could have been a coyote.

[a duncandisorderly]

Last night a pair of bright green trainers were placed neatly in the middle of the path.

what size?

[Chairman Bodog]

https://youtu.be/e1IkelvqsQk

[Buelligan]

what size?

UK 12/US 13, why?

[Dex Sawash]

<shakes fist>

[a duncandisorderly]

UK 12/US 13, why?

too big for me.

still looking.

[BlodwynPig]

ffs. The horror of dusky encounter with the unknown and you lot witter on about training shoes.

[a duncandisorderly]

bright green trainers.

but did you notice that the two faces which have appeared in this thread so far are both very talented musical comedians/actors?