Pocket Pot

[RangerDanger]

This occured about a dozen years ago:
A friend had an extra clone and no place to put it.
Someone made the off-handed comment "grow it in your pocket."
It gave my friend an idea.
He had an old pair of overall, you know the kind with the HUGE pockets.
He filled a pocket with potting soil and stuck the clone in there.
Then he hung the overalls from a hook on the inside of his growroom.
It grew and he harvested buds. Not much (like 1/4 oz. or so), but more than the zero he would have gotten if he had tossed the clone.

[Urdedpal]

If you put a pant leg in a bucket of water you now wick style hydro system lol.

[JohnnyBlazed]

Originally Posted by InYourEndo

this story lacks the depth of your normal stories, but interesting none the less. got any good ranger danger halloween stories to share with us?

LOL......You just made me laugh pretty good endo. I agree, i love reading your stories Ranger. Maybe this was a warmup.

[Urdedpal]

It would be cool to sit next to a camp fire passing blunts and splifs while listening to the old man's stories.

[Wilbur]

Originally Posted by andrew199@fro

I think it would be cool to have a 420 convention?

How about Branson Mo. I know the town sorta sucks, but its clost to home. We could rent the Andy Williams theater. :60:

[tinkerbell420]

A 420 CONVENTION SOUNDS LIKE FUN.
TO MR RANGER DANGER PLEASE TELL US SOME STORIES

[RangerDanger]

This was just a remininse, but since I was asked...
This is a scary ghost story, best told around a flickering fading campfire deep deep in the woods.

There were 3 boys who wanted to join a club that the coolest kids in town belonged to. But they needed to undergo an intitiation before they were allowed to join. The in titiation was they had to spend the night in the old abandoned Johnson place outside of town--the house was known as being haunted.
They had heard the stories. Strange lights, weird noises, unexplained happenings. But they didn't believe in ghosts. After all, ghosts aren't real, right?

So they went into the house at dusk. They had blankets, pillows and snacks.
The door creaked as they entered, and there were cobwebs everywhere.
They sat in a circle in the living room, determined to spend the night, staying up all night it necassary.
What the boys didn't know was that 2 guys had escaped from the insane asylem--both convicted murderes, homicidal maniacs. At their trials there was evidence that both of them--who targeted young boys--had eaten their victims. Sometimes they cooked them, sometimes they ate them raw, and drank their blood.
The police thought they were in hot persuit, but they didn't know that the convicts has switched cars and were last seen in the area of the Johnson house.

It wa scary in the house for the 3 unsuspecting boys. But they figured that they could do it if the other boys in the club had.

Everthing went ok at first. There were lots of creakings and stange noises but one of the boys grandfathers lived in an old house and there were always creaks & noises at night. "It's the house settling" his grandfather had told him. "Perfectly normal" his grandfather told him.

But then, just before midnight the old lantern the boys had brought started to sputter. They dug into their packs for more fuel but they all thought the other boys had brought some.
But there was none.

One boy suggested that they leave and try again some other night when they were sure they had enough fuel, but the other 2 wanted to stay. "What could go wrong?" the other 2 said, and "C'mon don't be a chicken."
Besides they all had flashlights.
But thery hadn't checked on how much power the flashlights had, and one by one the flashlights faded. First one went out, then another.

Suddenly there was a scratching noise at the window! They shone the one last light and saw that it was the bare branches of a tree, the wind making the branches scratch at the window like bony fingers, that was making the noise.
Then they heard a noise coming from upstairs.

They couldn't identify the noise. It was kind of like a "clicking" sound.

to be continued

[Wilbur]

waiting............


hey is that pot in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?

[RangerDanger]

[NOTE: This story is not that scary by itself. If you told it to kids at Dodger Stadium during the play-offs, for example--not scary.
But visualize yourself, sitting around a campfire, listening to this story when you were like say 10. As the storyteller talks about the faultering lantern/flashlights the camp fire has died down to almost embers.
The storyteller's voice gets softer so you lean in closer...]

The 2 deranged murderers who broke out of the insane asylem had planned their escape for years. One of them had seen/heard about this house. It seemed like the perfect place to hide out. Too bad about that guard that spotted them escaping. They had to use the sharpened tree branch that they had honed and fire-tempered so it resembled a spear.
One of the crazed killers held the guard and the other had rammed the wooden spear into the guards left eye, into his brain. The killer thrust it so hard that it came out the back of the guards head and pinned him to a tree, still standing up.
But the boys didn't know all this. They also didn't know that the estate the house sat on had it's own small graveyard. They didn't know that some of the graves had just been dug up. Gaping holes, shattered coffins, remains gone.

The clicking sound continued. One of the boys said he bet it was some of the other club members making the noise trying to scare them.
But they were determined not to be scared. After all, they weren't kids anymore!

The boys went to the long curved staircase and looked up. The sound was coming from somewhere upstairs alright.
"LOOK" said Tim, the oldest of the boys, pointing to the footprints clearly visable in the dust on the stairs. They shone the flashlight around and they saw 2 sets of footprints leading upstairs.
This convinced the boys that someone was trying to play a trick on them. After all, everybody knows ghosts don't leave footprints.
Yes the shoe sizes indicated adults, but the boys figured that 2 of the club member had worn large shoes just to scare them.

The boys decieded they'd prove they were the bravest of the brave. They'd go upstairs and confront them. They'd all have a good laugh, they'd be accepted as members and they'd get to play this prank on the next people that wanted to join.

They didn't notice the faint scratch marks next to the footprints leading upstairs, like the people who made the footprints had been dragging something.

The boys went up the stairs slowly, trying hard not to make a sound. But the stairs were old and they creaked.
The boys finally got to the top of the stairs. At the end of a long hallway there was a door, and under the door they could see a light was on. The clicking sounds were coming from there.

[The storyteller's camping buddy fades into the background, and unnoticed makes his way around and hides in the bushes, waiting...]

The 3 boys slowly walk down the hallway, passing doors to the right and left. Some of the doors were open, revealing dusty empty rooms, long abandoned. As they get closer the clicking sound gets louder.

They finally reach the door. Whatever was making those sounds was right on the other side.
Tim reached out and grasped the doorknob. He looked at his companions and they nodded.
He flung rthe door open.
Know what they saw?
The 2 escaped murderers. And you know what they were doing?
Eating skeletons they had dug up!

[Then the storyteller screams "LOOK OUT", and at that moment the storytellers accomplise bellows and comes out from behind the bushes, arms raised.]
Kids have sort of power--maybe static electricity, I don't know--that allows them to rise up in the air several inches. They don't jump they just suddenly rise up.
The terror is short-lived as someone shines a light and the "monster" is revealed as the other camper, the storyteller's friend.

I've told this story probably over a dozen times, and I've even made grown-ups jump.
The story can be adapeted to fit the circumstances. If there are girls in the group of kids I'm telling it to I include a girl in the story--2 boys and a girl instead of 3 boys. Once, telling this story to a Girl Scout troop I made all three of them girls.

[Wilbur]

its great fun makin kids jump.... i also enjoy chasing um around the house growling while they scream..... one more week and the victims (grandkids will be here ).

HAPPY HALLOWEEN