Hey SE++
I have another crazy Eastern Canadian profession to tell you all about.
However, this one is not awesome like the falconer
this one is absolutely 100% the most terrifying thing about the east coast of Canadaland. (that includes Mountain lion attacks and the fact that Newfoundland has the most haunted street in the entirety of North America, apparently... damn you Vikings!)
Andy's Dummies.
If you are taking the Confederation Bridge from Prince Edward Island into New Brunswick, and if you are paying attention to the right side of the two-lane highway, you may see a really easy to miss driveway on the right side of the road with some crudely painted signs and what at first glance looks like trash... until you see the child's doll, hairless, hanging by it's neck from a tree with a sign that says "you ain't seen nothin' yet"
you slam on your breaks, look back, look at your group of attractive college freshman friends, your eyes linger on the visible minority and the hot blonde with the big boobs. "is this for serious?"
yes this is very for serious, mister A student who is an attractive, wise beyond his years male who will probably be one of the only two to survive if you choose to venture down that driveway!
http://www.medianet.ca/macdonald/dummy.htm
don't let the bright argyle tiled background fool you. This is a tale of legendary horror.
Andy MacDonald is an easy-going Cape Bretoner from Sydney Mines who first began his family using a Javex bottle and a worn red sweater of his own. An offended neighbour, mistaking the figure for Andy, called shortly after it took its place in front of the farm to complain that Andy had not returned his greeting. Andy felt his second offspring was lonely (he has one real child), so he made another, then another, and the next year he decided they definitely required a community of "people" like themselves, to create a group spirit. The spirit and the "family" materialized. According to Andy, the characters shape themselves as soon as he starts them; he knows what they are thinking and what they want to say, and chuckles to himself as each new member evolves after its own particular pattern.
okay not so bad... but read this fucking line:
Andy has a propensity for collecting people, real and otherwise. Each character has a name and an incredible story behind it. Try to get Andy to give you a personal tour, it's his whole life. If you have a name that hasn't been immortalized by one of his dummies, he'll be interested in turning your name into one of his characters
WHAT THE FUCK!???!??!?
That is something you're read in the synopsis on the back of some shitty B slasher flick
he collects real people?
what the hell does that even mean?
Anyways, my friends, being idiots drove down there once and actually entered the driveway, then got scared and went to leave, but the one driving decided to turn around in a patch of grass on a rainy day and they got
stuck and had to get out to
push the car those fucking idiots
one of my friends refused to get out and help, he hid in the back
a smarter man than the rest of them
if they had been further down the driveway they probably would have died grizzly deaths but i guess that there's this huge shed attached to the house with a giant sign that says "Wait till you see old Johnny"
aaaargh! scary!!!
read the signs, they are so scary
uggggggh
anyways, post some scary shit in here.
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you country is fucked up
we had similar crazies back in courtenay
i remember passing those obscure 3 mile driveways and seeing signs that made no sense
(one i recall said something along the lines of, "over there over there over there not here")
(i must add that this is coming from a 10 year old's memory)
and then there would be little doodads and woozlewogs amongst the trees
plastic bags
hanging barbie dolls
the work of a child? who's to say, but it always gave me the heebie jeebies.
The cows are lying down
The atumn's taking over
You can hear the buckshot hounds
The watchman said to Reba the loon
Was it pale at Manzanita
Or Blind Bob the raccoon?
Pin it on a drifter
They sleep beneath the bridge
One plays the violin
And sleeps inside a fridge
There was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn
Someone's crying in the woods
Someone's burying all his clothes
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer
Slept outside last night and froze
Road kill has its seasons
Just like anything
It's possums in the autumn
And it's farm cats in the spring
There was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn
Now they surrounded the house
They smoke him out
They took him off in chains
The sky turned black and bruised
And we had months of heavy rains
Now the raven's nest in the rotted roof
Of Chenoweth's old place
And no one's asking Cal
About that scar upon his face
'Cause there's nothin' strange
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn
There's always some killin'
You got to do around the farm
A murder in the red barn
Murder in the red barn
it's the salt water
makes us all a little crazy
there's so many weird things about Eastern Canada
mostly because the biggest city we have here is Halifax, and you can actually walk the length of the city in 20 minutes from one end of the main street to the other.
it's small (but totally the raddest city ever, i'm so biased)
other than that, it's ancient fishing villages and forests
New Brunswick, PEI, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland are all very rustic and rural
the result is eccentric old people and a shit ton of scary ghost stories
sweeeeeeet
my favorite canadian was terry fox he was an awesome dude
jim carrey's alright
WRONG.
The whole place was set up like some Wiccan ceremony with candles melted in animal skulls and backwoods Hillbillies that kinda looked like they belonged in The Hills Have Eyes. We took some pics... then we were confronted by these "artistic" people and told that we needed to leave. We decided that they weren't serious so we kept walking and took some more pictures- including our best one... which I don't have anymore (unsadly). Then we noticed they were following us... I thought at that moment I was going to have to defend both my Ex and her limp-wristed photographer friend from a horde of homeless Austin hippies all strung out on meth and Lonestar.
Anyhow, we made it out alive and 4 months later called the wedding off. Do I blame the forest? Maybe.
It turns out it was private property... and one with quite a following:
http://www.austinenchantedforest.com/gallery.html
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ugh the pics in album one are weird, but there's a really cool car in there:
This town, guys. This town is weird.
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jim carrey is so far down on my list, it's almost not worth mentioning.
But then again I think ossuaries are fucking awesome sooo
you of course must be referring to the japanese police force found in Ueno:
I nominate we keep it that way.
ahurgh
that cop's face
hahahahaha
Please guys this is nothing
You should see the shrine I made out of all of you.
That's right, Mori, Sarakun, Mysst.
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
My soul
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
If you go there with 6 friends only one or two are making it back alive to tell the tale of inbred monsters that raped/ate/murdered(all 3) of the others?
we inbred rape-eat-murder monsters are a proud people