The Spookiest Story Ever ... For Sure!

It was a dark night. The darkest in memory. For those who lived through it — and in that place, for sure — dark doesn't even begin to capture it. Not even nearly.

Oh, the moon was out that night. Big whoop! But the dense storm cloud cover prevented even it's glow to search through. Like some impenetrable castle wall. But this "wall" that was the cloud cover offered no protection. Blanket, indeed. Cold comfort.

More terrifying still was how every, very infrequently and ever so often a break would appear in that blanket of clouds, and there would be an instant's flash of cool blue moonlight to reveal the goings on below.

Going's on! Coming's and going's. Flux. Chaos. They — and, just who, or what, in fact were they? — appeared so quickly, then disappearing even more quickly, you didn't know what in damnation was going on; or what, in fact, you were seeing.

Let's just say, if the fact of it wasn't spooky and scary, then the conjuring's of one's imagination were been doubly so. Maybe even ... triperly.

I should mention at this point in the tale ... it was the house next door. Next door!!! Yikes!!! Nobody got a good night's sleep that fateful night. Sure enough there wasn't all that much to see, excepting for the aforementioned fleeting's and floutings of creatures beyond scary imaginings. But, you could hear plenty. For sure. The screaming's and groaning's and wailing's and gnashing's. Yow! Give-me-a-break.

FULL DISCLOSURE: It's at this juncture in the story that I feel the need to stop with the shaggy dog descriptioning's, and get on with the facts of it. Please understand I am not trying to test anyone's patience here, just that there was some kind of magic spell dust sort of thing that erased all memory of it by the next morning upon waking.

Fortunately, I had my camera with me and there's some visual proof that what happened, even though I don't really remember what, if anything, happened ... that it was really scary.

Witness ...

If that don't do it, this'll ...