Weekly Challenge # 121 ~THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT .....VOTING CLOSED

[Clicker]

Craig is feeling a bit woozy with his medication on returning from hospital and has asked me to set up this challenge on his behalf ...Thinking that Halloween is around the corner his theme is for things that will show a scary atmosphere..or your interpretation of things that go bump in the night .. OOOOOOoooooerrrrrr !

That should get your creative juices flowing ...

Usual rules apply .....entries  in by Midnight Friday  27th October  then voting open from the 28th October  till Friday 3rd November. Good luck everyone !

[Craig]

Thank you Polly much appreciated.

[FUJI]

An old friend from in town...I usually meet him in late October.

 

FUJI

[sjr]

Scared of the dark.

[Korky]

I thought this entry might need an explanation............

My late Uncle Stanley, a strange man who loved a laugh and a practical joke, once took my two cousins and myself camping on Manglethwaite Moor at Halloween. We pitched camp in a copse of ancient oaks, where we cooked sausages, drank hot Vimto, played games and sang mucky songs until it was time for us kids to retire to our enormous, grey canvas tent while Uncle Stanley made his way to The Hairy Noggin in order to shift five pints of Gusset Scratcher and four pickled eggs.

At about twenty-past midnight, my cousins and me were all still wide awake and acting the gobbin when we heard what we were sure was Uncle Stanley rolling home three sheets to the wind. At first we heard him singing, then as he approached our canvas he relieved himself of at least two pints up against an oak tree. He farted loud enough to raise a corpse and then all went eerily quiet as we tried to pretend we were asleep. It was then that we heard the noise……

It started quietly, almost like the yap of a small terrier, but within twenty seconds it had risen to a loud growl and twenty seconds after that it became a horrible, blood curdling scream. The scream carried on for maybe half a minute, then stopped suddenly as we became aware of a creature walking around the outside of the tent and scratching the canvas with its talons. It was then that we heard the voice…..

“Any silly young buggers in there?” The voice clearly belonged to Uncle Stanley and it gave us such a sense of relief that we all began to laugh loudly and were almost instantly back to acting the gobbin.

“Are you bevvied up, Uncle Stanley?” shouted cousin Gerald.

“Have you brought us some chips?” enquired cousin Wilfred.

“Uncle Stanley, can I take your photograph?” I asked. “Mum’s borrowed me her camera an’ if you stick yer head through the canvas I’ll take a quick snap. Pull a daft face an’ it’ll look beltin’ when the photos come back from t’ chemist.”

“Course you can, Korky, let me make it easy for ya.” Uncle Stanley’s hand wiggled through the slit in the front canvas. “Focus yer lens on my hand and then when yer ready I’ll shift my hand and stick my head through the canvas. Bingo, there’s yer pic. Yer mum’ll love it.”

Chuffed to bits with this opportunity, I removed the tiny Boots 126 camera from my rucksack, gave the lens a quick buff on the bit of my jumper that didn’t have splotches of tomato soup and promptly zoned in on Uncle Stanley’s hand still wiggling through the front canvas.

“OK, Uncle Stan, I’m ready. Should we count to three?”

“Yeah, great idea, you lads count to three and then I’ll do the funny face” Ready?”

“One.” We were giggling uncontrollably. 

“Two”. By ‘eck, this was more fun than brickin’ windows at Dobber’s Mill.

“Three.” We all held our breath as our uncle pushed his head through the canvas with an unexpected ferocity. He gave out an ear-splitting screech that carried across the moor as both cousins screamed and dived to the back of the tent leaving me to stand my ground and take the picture. We were truly wazzing ourselves as the camera’s flash fired and I captured for posterity what would become our family’s favourite photograph of a dear old, wacky old, boozy old uncle.

Seconds later, Uncle Stan stepped into the tent, removed his rubber mask, gave a drunken chuckle and said “Hey up, lads, I hope y’all brought clean underpants.”

 

Uncle Stanley - Halloween 1958

[Clicker]

That made me scream ..

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[colinb]

American Monster?

[Kobione]

Bit stuck for this one, but we do have some of these around the block:

[Ryewolf]

Spooky Halloween Landscape - taken last year on 31st Oct

[CanonChrissy]

Nothing from me. I'm going to be away so may not be able to do poll etc if I had been lucky enough to win. Good luck everyone

[Clicker]

Had some pootah   probs for a couple of days .... so a bit late in  closing this for entries ( on Craig's behalf )and opening the poll. Thank you for your entries folks ... some scary stuff there . 

[Craig]

A BIG THANK YOU to Polly for sorting this out for me. 
I am unfortunately unable to contribute to this weeks comp for reasons beyond my control 

GOOD LUCK to everyone!
They are all  AMAZINGLY SPOOKY images this week! 
Craig

Edited October 28, 2017 by Craig

[Clicker]

Craig , I am sorry to hear you have been back in hospital. .. Just concentrate on getting well .... 

[CMunzel]

On 23/10/2017 at 03:06, Korky said:

I thought this entry might need an explanation............

My late Uncle Stanley, a strange man who loved a laugh and a practical joke, once took my two cousins and myself camping on Manglethwaite Moor at Halloween. We pitched camp in a copse of ancient oaks, where we cooked sausages, drank hot Vimto, played games and sang mucky songs until it was time for us kids to retire to our enormous, grey canvas tent while Uncle Stanley made his way to The Hairy Noggin in order to shift five pints of Gusset Scratcher and four pickled eggs.

At about twenty-past midnight, my cousins and me were all still wide awake and acting the gobbin when we heard what we were sure was Uncle Stanley rolling home three sheets to the wind. At first we heard him singing, then as he approached our canvas he relieved himself of at least two pints up against an oak tree. He farted loud enough to raise a corpse and then all went eerily quiet as we tried to pretend we were asleep. It was then that we heard the noise……

It started quietly, almost like the yap of a small terrier, but within twenty seconds it had risen to a loud growl and twenty seconds after that it became a horrible, blood curdling scream. The scream carried on for maybe half a minute, then stopped suddenly as we became aware of a creature walking around the outside of the tent and scratching the canvas with its talons. It was then that we heard the voice…..

“Any silly young buggers in there?” The voice clearly belonged to Uncle Stanley and it gave us such a sense of relief that we all began to laugh loudly and were almost instantly back to acting the gobbin.

“Are you bevvied up, Uncle Stanley?” shouted cousin Gerald.

“Have you brought us some chips?” enquired cousin Wilfred.

“Uncle Stanley, can I take your photograph?” I asked. “Mum’s borrowed me her camera an’ if you stick yer head through the canvas I’ll take a quick snap. Pull a daft face an’ it’ll look beltin’ when the photos come back from t’ chemist.”

“Course you can, Korky, let me make it easy for ya.” Uncle Stanley’s hand wiggled through the slit in the front canvas. “Focus yer lens on my hand and then when yer ready I’ll shift my hand and stick my head through the canvas. Bingo, there’s yer pic. Yer mum’ll love it.”

Chuffed to bits with this opportunity, I removed the tiny Boots 126 camera from my rucksack, gave the lens a quick buff on the bit of my jumper that didn’t have splotches of tomato soup and promptly zoned in on Uncle Stanley’s hand still wiggling through the front canvas.

“OK, Uncle Stan, I’m ready. Should we count to three?”

“Yeah, great idea, you lads count to three and then I’ll do the funny face” Ready?”

“One.” We were giggling uncontrollably. 

“Two”. By ‘eck, this was more fun than brickin’ windows at Dobber’s Mill.

“Three.” We all held our breath as our uncle pushed his head through the canvas with an unexpected ferocity. He gave out an ear-splitting screech that carried across the moor as both cousins screamed and dived to the back of the tent leaving me to stand my ground and take the picture. We were truly wazzing ourselves as the camera’s flash fired and I captured for posterity what would become our family’s favourite photograph of a dear old, wacky old, boozy old uncle.

Seconds later, Uncle Stan stepped into the tent, removed his rubber mask, gave a drunken chuckle and said “Hey up, lads, I hope y’all brought clean underpants.”

 

Uncle Stanley - Halloween 1958

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[CMunzel]

What a great story!

[Clicker]

Well a resounding win for Korks and his Uncle Stanley methinks ....Well done M'lud for an excellent entry... and an entertaining version of what happened in that tent that night.

Over to you  then Squire for the theme for the  next  challenge..

[Ryewolf]

Yep, congrats from me and a resounding win, over to you for Challenge 123....

[Kobione]

Some really nice efforts in this challenge, but the win is no surprise - well done Korky and thanks for the fun story.

[FUJI]

A great win........another...Good-‘Un Korky.

 

FUJI

[kev7d]

Nice one. 

[CanonChrissy]

You crack me up. Well done!

Edited November 4, 2017 by CanonChrissy

[Korky]

I always knew Uncle Stanley would come good one day.

Looks like he put a smile on one or two fizzogs!

Korky

[Clicker]

I know this theme was set by Craig who is still  very poorly, hence my setting this challenge up on his behalf.... so I just want to send him our continued good wishes for his health issues to be resolved ....cheers Craig

[Craig]

Well done Korky!!
A worthy winner for sure!

Thank you Polly for the kind words.
Craig

[NannyFerret]

They were all good, but there had to be a winner. Well done, Korky