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Spooky Woods Road
By Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Sunday, February 24, 2002

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Spooky Woods Road
Sketch by me.

My dad decided he wanted to move his family to the country. I was 13 at the time. Moving to the country was the last thing I wanted because there was so much I could do in the city, and I would have to leave all my friends behind in the big city I called home.

My brother and I had the biggest times in the city. Almost every day in the summer we would go to the City Park swimming pool to swim. Being by myself on a lot of occasions, I would catch a city bus to down town and go to the movies. I watched movies until my money run out. I had great times at an amusement park seven blocks from our house.

Dad got my brother and I into the boy's club; I learned how to box, swim, jump on a trampoline, and get into mischief. When dad found out our director had all of us boy's swimming naked he pulled my brother and I out of the boy's club and put us into the YMCA. I learned how to dive at the YMCA, and we didn't have to swim naked. There was just so much I could do in the city; I just couldn’t imagine us moving to the country.” Yuck," I would have nothing to do in the country.

My mom inherited two acres of land and dad had a house built on the land, of course mom’s land was in the country far away from all the pleasures I was accustomed too.

While our house was being built dad built a little shack with bunk beds inside. Dad's idea of staying out here on our land all the time was to make sure the carpenters built our new house right. Dad watched the carpenters closely, the only mistake the carpenter's made were installing a couple of windows upside down. We would stay out at this God forsaken land with dad and help him clean mountains of briars, weeds, and pick blackberries. We got our share of ticks and chiggers; grandma could make blackberry clobber for us when she was up to it. Grandma's house was only 1/4 mile from dad's home made shed and our soon to be new house.

We were working on the land one-day and I said, “Dad, we never get to swim anymore.” Well dad fixed that; he dug a hole in the ground close to our little shed. The hole in size was about 4’ deep by 5’ by 5’ wide. Dad got the hole dug all right, and of course we helped with the digging, not realizing this was our new swimming hole.
Oh yes my brother and I swam in our swimming hole, but only for cooling off from those hot summer days. When we would get out of our man made swimming hole we were always muddy for some reason.

The forest or the woods as they are called have always been strange and frightening to me. When I would look off into the perspective of the woods, I often wondered what strange creature might be lurking in there, and now we are going to live in a place surrounded by woods.

We moved into our new unfinished house, which stayed unfinished inside for almost two years. Dad put up bed sheets for walls between our living room, bedrooms, kitchen, etc. Dad did manage to get sheetrock installed around the bathroom fairly fast, our house was not very private, but we made do.
Living in the country took me some getting use to, I was use to the noise of traffic horns, sirens, and noisy neighbors, not the sounds of the quiet, funny sounding animals, and the echoes, but I got used to it.

I started Jr. High School; I believe its called middle school now. I didn't know anyone at all, but I made a few friends quicker than I thought I would. The second week of school I punched a boy out for calling me names. All of a sudden I started making more friends, because they were so impressed over the fight and how quick I got the fight over with. I've never been a bully, or never picked fights, but I would start swinging over name calling or being backed into a corner.

I wanted to play little league baseball badly. It was getting close to summer and school would be out. I didn't have a clue of how I was going to get on a team. My dad never took an interest in little league baseball or anything of that nature for his five kids.

Dad said, " boy if you want to play ball you will have to walk to your games because I'm not taking you, you're on your own."

I was determined to play ball no matter what my dad said. Summer came and I would walk 2 1/2 miles to the ballpark, I was always happy when I got there. I would watch kids my age practice baseball.

One day a baseball popped up high and away, running fast as I could, I dove with my right arm stretched out falling to the ground with a ball in my glove. This impressed the coach and he wanted to know if I would like to join the team. I was so thrilled, "Yes sir, I would, " I said.

Our team's uniforms were red and white with red baseball caps; a big C on the middle of our caps representing the cubs.

The cub's team had two coaches; the coaches never asked me how I got to the ballpark, or where I lived. I played with the cub's team almost the whole summer walking to the games by way of spooky woods road. No one was aware of how I got to the games until after one night late in the season.

There were two ways to get to the ballpark, one way was 1/2 of a mile closer, but no way did I want to go that route because of the long graveyard on the right side of the road. I would get chills just thinking of walking by that graveyard at night. One hot summer night after a game I did walk by the graveyard, or should I say, ran by the graveyard. I was so scared, I kept looking back while I was running, and kept repeating, " I will never walk this way again, I will never walk this way again." I never did walk by the graveyard again at night until one certain moonlit night.

The other way, which was the long way, was really spooky, huge trees lined up for miles on both sides of the road over hanging the sky, a small view of the sky was all I could see if the moon was out. I would always walk spooky woods road with my eyes glued to a part of the sky I could see.

I was doing real well on the cub's team, but walking back home those late hours was starting to haunt me. I started having frequent nightmares about the graveyard and spooky woods road, ("I think it was those damn hanging trees") but I was determined to play ball whatever the cost.

It was the middle of the season and my grandpa died in Chicago. My dad came from Chicago. Dad never did have much to do with his family or even his own family. We were coming back from Chicago and mom some how talked dad into taking me by my baseball game, and she also persuaded dad to stay and watch the game. I was in shock! This was the only cub's game my dad had ever attended. That night I hit a home run, and we won the game. This was the only time I got to ride in the family car through spooky woods road after one of my games.

The season was almost over; we had 3 more games left to play. The daylight walk to the ballpark never bothered me, but I still didn't like walking by the graveyard in the day or night. The dreaded walk home in the dark was the walk that always scared the bee-gee-bees out of me. My brother never cared for baseball and always told me I was crazy for walking through those spooky places at night and for playing sissy baseball anyway.

We just finished our next to the last game, we won the game, and I hit another homerun. The cub's team got its usual snack after a big game, a coke, and a candybar the cub's were always happy to get.

I had to walk home again in the dark, you would think I would have got used to this 2 1/2 mile walk by now? When everyone would be talking after a game I would just drift off into the dark hoping these young legs of mine could get me home.

I had about 3/4 of a mile to walk before I got home, but I never went home, I always stopped at grandmas and would fall asleep on her couch. Dad didn't want me knocking on the door at 11:00 p. m. waking everyone up, so he said, "stay at your grandma's."

I was walking along spooky woods road thinking about the game we had just won. The moon was out and I could see the sky except for where the huge trees were hanging over the sky like weeping willows.

All of a sudden something HUGE! Rushed out onto the road directly in front of me. I came to a sudden stop, and whatever it was stopped. This thing and I stood facing each other; I was almost in a panic.

I could hear its heavy breathing; I could see the form of the creature's head by the moonlight. It appeared to be nine feet tall, Its hair was the style of Phyllis Diller's, and its shoulders were as wide as a dump truck. I never said a word and the thing didn't either. After at least ten seconds the thing made a grunting sound and took off to my right rushing into the direction it was originally going.
As the creatures figure disappeared into the woods, I turned and ran in the direction I was coming from. I ran until I couldn't run anymore, walking hastily now I just kept whistling, thinking my whistle might calm my fears down, or keep the thing away. I kept running and looking back telling myself not to look back.

Knowing I have to walk an extra 1/2-mile and walk by the graveyard now didn't matter; I didn't want to run into the Phyllis thing again.
I came up by the graveyard, I just started running and not looking back, "gees," I made it to the T intersection where I looked on my right down spooky woods road to see if all was clear, and if there were any monsters, creatures, or things in site.
I was just a block from grandma's house; I put my run in high gear. I knocked on grandma's door loud and repeatedly.

Grandma said, " just a minute Ronnie! What's wrong with you?" Grandma got the door open; I got in and I started shaking all over.
Grandma said, "Ronnie sit down, what's wrong, what's wrong?
You're as white as a ghost."
I said, "That, That, That, Thing! It's some kind of creature grandma." Pointing in the direction where I had seen the thing.
Grandma said, " oh Ronnie, you silly boy, you have just been playing too much ball, there is no thing out there."
I said, "No grandma, I've been walking down too many spooky roads when someone should have been taking me instead, and there is a creature out there."

Of course no one ever believed me. I wanted to quit playing ball now, but after I told the coaches my story so they started taking me to the games and bringing me back home after a game.

Oh some said I just wanted attention, and that my dad neglected me too much. Ninety per cent of what I have done in my life I've had to do on my own. I wanted to play ball, and walking down spooky woods road was the price I had to pay.

My dad's attitude was, "walk if you want to play ball, if you see a monster that's ok, just run." I never told dad my story because he would have just laughed.

I've often wondered about what the creature may have been. Some said, "it was a bear," I know it wasn't a bear, because bears growl and move around a lot. This creature stood straight up like a man would, and it ran on two feet, I did see that much. At first I thought it was a man, but I knew it took on an appearance far different from any man.

I never made the creature up, I heard it breathing, saw it's head and shoulders, heard it grunt, saw it run into the woods to my right, and to this day I can remember the night just like it was yesterday. I can bring back strong memories of my horror that night, if I think about it too much.

What's strange to me, and I've thought about it many times, I never heard any sounds of the creatures feet on the pavement. I guess the creature knew how to walk or rush softly.

I have never seen the creature again, but I've dreamed about the creature and the graveyard many times in my younger years. It's been many years since I've had the dream, but I wanted to share my horror.

Maybe someone will believe me, or maybe someone has experienced what I did.


Copyright
© 2/16/02
Ron Axelson






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Reviewed by Leann Marshall 3/22/2008
I remember some strange happenings from childhood, but not Bigfoot. A Bigfoot wouldn't reveal itself to just anyone--you must have been special!
Reviewed by Southern Comfort 5/27/2007
Aww Puddin, I Believe You! Bless Yore Sweet Little Heart! Just wish that Big Ole Scary Thang had got a holt of Yore Daddy and scared the dookie outta him, maybe that would had straightened him out and made him step up to the plate and be a real Daddy to you! BIG HUGS! SC
Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta 2/25/2007
It was a bigfoot Ron. Other people have described them the same. I don't think that is far fetched. We live in a mysterious world. I really enjoyed this writing.)
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 2/20/2007
great story--had me from the start!
Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 10/31/2005
Lol ... maybe it was an extremely hairy man, Ron - who has never been to a barber's. Lol. Or maybe it was Big Fott. Lol. Delightful write, Ron!

God bless,

Sandie.
Reviewed by KayeJoanne5 Coglan 10/26/2005
Hi, nice to met you and thankyou for visiting my page. That was very kind of you. Now this story seems to me to be fact to you not fiction as some might believe. If I have miss read this let me know. I get the impression that you believe it and you want someone to believe it with you. I have stories that seem unbelievable and it is very difficult to have someone believe. Good write and I enjoyed it. Well Done!
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/14/2005
We're all weird creatures. I like the way you put this across, Ron. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/29/2003
wrong this is no horror!! Its cute!!And very well written...Our taxi's here are called "Big food express"thrilling isn't it..Joking with you okay.....don't you ban me okay!!

Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Darlene Caban 4/10/2003
I think I could handle seeing Greys better than I could handle seeing a Bigfoot-- I have nightmares about those things. At least it got you rides home! :) Actually, this story probably belongs in the Paranormal category.
Reviewed by Dove 4/9/2003
You've got quite an imagination..!!
Reviewed by jing javier 2/22/2003
great story! very nice..
Reviewed by Kay P Devenish 12/31/2002
Wow this was excellent Ron fast moving and not at all dull.Your family sound very interesting and good story material.Wish I could do stories as well as you.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/25/2002
if i'd a seen that creature, i would have passed smooth out! my blood pressure would've fallen to 0/0!! LOL good write, sketchman! by the by, ~*~*HAPPY THANKSGIVING*~*~* love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 7/31/2002
Where there is smoke...there is fire! You saw something without any doubt...it was scary and that is all that matters. Whatever name it goes by it was not what you would normally find. The story was well told and chronological. I think you ought to rewrite it with all the little details and make it a book.
Amor
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 4/20/2002
Good story. The natives in the Rocky mountinas have many stories of a creature they call, "Big Foot." If it was him you would of noticed a really nasty smell so I am told. You hear many strange stories in the mountains.
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery 3/31/2002
You wrote a great story here...and I believe you saw that "Phyllis' thing"!! Definitely--"There are more things in heaven and earth...Than are dreamt of..."
Reviewed by Joe McCarthy 3/30/2002
Ron, I heard that monster calling you names. If I were you, I would punch him and throw him into a muddy swimming hole. That should cool him off.
Reviewed by James Samdavid1 3/27/2002
I found the story to be believable without a doubt. You must have been scared out of your wits. Good writting. SD1
Reviewed by Sharron Tyrrell 3/26/2002
Awwwwwe Ron there is that wonderful story about the lovable monster ... :)
Reviewed by Florence Fry 3/19/2002
I think I would have just died of fright. You were really very brave. Great story anyway.
Reviewed by Deirdre Barringer 3/16/2002
i wonder if others have seen something like this and haven't talked about it-very interesting
Reviewed by Shelly Hollar 3/12/2002
Hugs,
Shelly
Reviewed by Peter Adotey Addo 3/10/2002
Whaooooo..what a story....
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 3/9/2002
Ron,
I read this at paranormalphotos.com and found it very interesting and I do believe that it happened and 'something' was out on the road that night. Thanks for sharing your story and the sketch is the exact image that I had in my head of the monster. Wishing you every success. Blessings, Janet
Reviewed by Grass Hoppa 3/6/2002
Ron, Theresa has a good idea...let me know if i can post this picture on my site too, with a link to this story, ok?
Reviewed by Theresa Koch 3/5/2002
ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS! I would like to post this at my site`~

http://www.paranormalphotos.com

if interested let me know?
At; paranormalphotos@hotmail.com

Reviewed by m j hollingshead 3/3/2002
enjoyed the read!....... ;0)

don't know why the gremlins keep showing me as visitor.... i am author: mj hollingshead,
Reviewed by Charles Mann 3/1/2002
I have no doubts,seen a few things I can't understand in my life,great story,Charlie
Reviewed by E T Waldron 2/28/2002
I agree with aras it's a big foot look alike...;-) and I believe you saw it my dear...
Reviewed by Sara Wadington 2/24/2002
That's very interesting... I like your drawing of the creature. It reminds me of the descriptions of something called Big Foot. It might have been just as scared of you as you were of it! This was all very well written.
Reviewed by Grass Hoppa 2/24/2002
I believe you and I think others have seen things like this. great story




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