Your True Tales
August 2008 - Page 2
The Claw
by Lawrence M.
It was 1994 and I was about 15 years old in a wooded town named Ethel, Louisiana. My mother told me to go feed the horses. I really didn't want to go because it was late, around 10:00 p.m., because I forgot to feed them early that afternoon.
I got a weird feeling before I went out there, and when it gets dark there, I mean it gets really dark. So as I was getting the feed and heading toward the horses, I saw this huge hand with fingers and claw-like nails reach around the tree! I paused only for a few seconds from shock and I didn't even give that thing time to even show its face. I dropped the bucket and hauled my butt into the house and just took the chance of getting into trouble.
At night here, you can just open the door and listen to all kinds of animals. Some are very familiar and some sound like things from a horror movie. I swear on my life that this is a true story -- short, but very true.
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