Redneckn
11-29-2005, 06:00 PM
After this coming up in a thread on the main board. I decided that surely I am not the only person with some really good crackhead stories.
So I decided to start a thread about it. Mine will mostly be about my brother.
There was one nite, I heard him cranking the windows open and then shut..open, then shut. (old house, has tall windows that crank open) I go up to his bedroom and peck on the door. He's comes to the door. I say: "what are you doing?" He says: "there are people out there." I say: "yes, the world the full of people." He says: " I mean right there, across the drive way." I look and don't see anything. I shake my head and go back to my room. In my bathroom, there is a door that leads out to a large deck. On that deck, there are stairs that take you down to beside the house. I grab my Q-beam and ease out that door and down those stairs. Around the shop, behind the old Ford and over the little group of trees. I can see my brother looking out the windows. When he starts to crank the window open, I hit him with the Q-beam. He flings himself down to the floor. About 2 seconds later, I see his head pop up and he looking around. He starts cranking the window open, I do it again. This time, he freaks out and takes off. I run back across the drive and to the stairs and into my room. When I get up the stairs I can hear him beating on my door and yelling that there are people out there. I open the door and he is freaking completely out. So I grab my trusty sks and go the front window, crank it open and start shooting. 30 rounds, every 3rd round is a tracer. So it has a wonderful effect on my brother. We wait and hear nothing. I tell him it's over and I go back to my room and lock the door. I grab my Q-beam and go right back out there, only this time I have a .40cal with me. I wait. Sure enough, after a few mins, he starts with the cranking of the window and looking around. I let him think that it's all good, then I stand up and yell "you die" and pump about 6 rounds into the pine tree right in front of me. He just loses it. I see him round his bed, I break for the stairs. Again, he is beating on my door. Freaking completely out. I go down stairs, open the front door and walk out. Shining the light everywhere. There is nothing there.. So then he's like "maybe I'm just dreaming this or something". I say ok, and then go to bed. He doesn't say anything about it at all the next day. In fact, I don't know that he's ever mentioned it to anyone.
So I decided to start a thread about it. Mine will mostly be about my brother.
There was one nite, I heard him cranking the windows open and then shut..open, then shut. (old house, has tall windows that crank open) I go up to his bedroom and peck on the door. He's comes to the door. I say: "what are you doing?" He says: "there are people out there." I say: "yes, the world the full of people." He says: " I mean right there, across the drive way." I look and don't see anything. I shake my head and go back to my room. In my bathroom, there is a door that leads out to a large deck. On that deck, there are stairs that take you down to beside the house. I grab my Q-beam and ease out that door and down those stairs. Around the shop, behind the old Ford and over the little group of trees. I can see my brother looking out the windows. When he starts to crank the window open, I hit him with the Q-beam. He flings himself down to the floor. About 2 seconds later, I see his head pop up and he looking around. He starts cranking the window open, I do it again. This time, he freaks out and takes off. I run back across the drive and to the stairs and into my room. When I get up the stairs I can hear him beating on my door and yelling that there are people out there. I open the door and he is freaking completely out. So I grab my trusty sks and go the front window, crank it open and start shooting. 30 rounds, every 3rd round is a tracer. So it has a wonderful effect on my brother. We wait and hear nothing. I tell him it's over and I go back to my room and lock the door. I grab my Q-beam and go right back out there, only this time I have a .40cal with me. I wait. Sure enough, after a few mins, he starts with the cranking of the window and looking around. I let him think that it's all good, then I stand up and yell "you die" and pump about 6 rounds into the pine tree right in front of me. He just loses it. I see him round his bed, I break for the stairs. Again, he is beating on my door. Freaking completely out. I go down stairs, open the front door and walk out. Shining the light everywhere. There is nothing there.. So then he's like "maybe I'm just dreaming this or something". I say ok, and then go to bed. He doesn't say anything about it at all the next day. In fact, I don't know that he's ever mentioned it to anyone.