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Flying saucers. Big Cats. Men in Black. Satan walking the Earth. Derek Acorah, also walking the Earth...

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suggestion by Kaol

(, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:03)
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'twas a dark but actually quite pleasant night...
Last summer I was camping in a field somewhere vaguely near stonehengeish area, for I am an archaeology student and was working on the excavations.
There were 4 of us sitting in a tent having a couple of spliffs about to head off to the mess tent to join the mass drinking.
The door of the tent was open and I spotted it first - a big brown furry creature. It was not a dog or a horse or anything like that because it had no head...or legs. It sat still a couple of metres from the tent and after about 30 seconds started moving slowly towards the tent. We sat there a bit freaked out shouting "what the fuck it that?" quite a lot.
The creature stops, my friend asks who it is and why they are playing a practical joke on us. A growly voice says "I am the Shaman" to which we replied with a scream, not sure why.
The creature reached out its previously concealed arm and drops a few small objects of the floor and looks at them "The bones do not read well for you" to which we replied with another scream and promptly zipped up the tent and peered underneath the door at the creature that was still sitting close to the tent.
We sent out Mark, for he was the only man so it was his duty to protect the women. We unzipped the tent and pushed him out. Mark screams and runs back in the tent. We can still see the creature when our tent starts violently shaking yet more (slightly hoarse) screaming. The creature vanished into the darkness towards the portaloos
"He’s going to the toilets - it’s a real person"
"Even shamans need to pee" he replied
After a few minutes of hiding trying to work out if it was a group hallucination the shaman returned holding his cloak, or rather as you will have already guessed one of the other archaeology students returned holding his camping blanket, the ‘bones’ were in fact pieces of a tiny plastic Stonehenge. His friend was shaking the tent, not evil shaman magic.
Wankers, we could have died (sort of)
It was all rather dramatic.
(, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 19:01, 2 replies)
"somewhere vaguely near stonehengeish area"
Durrington Walls/Stonehenge Riverside Project by any chance?
(, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 19:54, closed)
yes
indeed
(, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 9:03, closed)

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