Quote from Wraith223@OP- give bigfoot a break, he does not have pay per view.
Any of you live near the Texas/Mexico border (Zapata county and surrounding)? Ever hear of a Mexican Lion? Did you know that when you cross a Mexican lion with an American Mountain lion or cougar the result is a mule of sorts. The locals/illegal immigrants called them "Once Real" (read it as if in Spanish). We came across one on my Uncle's Ranch and it was Africa lion huge. The gate was closed and needed opening to pass through and the lion was near by on the same side of the fence. The tail is the length of the body and another half. It was wipping around trying to get my dads attention on the tail for quick pounce (assumed, but had to be for that effort). My dad kept his .357 aimed at it till it gave up and moved on (4-5 minute stare down). He did not shoot it cause the lion was to close for a follow up shot with revolver, and truck door was open with us inside. It left and we never saw it again.
We learned later of it's name and origins from the ranch hands. Us asking questions promptly about it caused all the migrant workers to leave creating a problem for the cattle sale roundup. One ranch hand showed us a heifer that had been killed by one of these mule lions. It only ate the tongue and pissed on the rest of it. He also claimed the only means hunt these things is to get on very high hill overlooking a large rock for sunning themselves in early morning after a rain. That's all I know about these mule lions. Their color is very similar mountain lions, and the head very odd shaped like a pit viper.
Quote from Degduar MarteIs this serious?
Quote from Wraith223Yes. Texas Parks and Wildlife will claim no knowledge cause these things are to smart to track and the genetic line is a dead end anyway for their interests. These lions are extremely dangerous.
Quote from Degduar MarteThat's ****ed. Is there much of any info about them? Like population and whatnot? I can't seem to find much. No photos either. And their tails are really longer than their bodies?
Mhjames: mtgsalvation: I DON'T SEE HOW THIS CARD IS GOOD. I KNOW PATRICK CHAPIN USED IT AND WENT 8-0, BUT THAT WAS A SMALL TOURNAMENT. THE CARD IS TOO SLOW. YOU NEED TO MAKE SURE THE OPPONENT HAS A SPELL IN THE GRAVEYARD
Quote from InfallibleDoes it have to be my story? Because I can grab you guys about fifty from NoSleep on Reddit and post them here. Specifically Goat Man & Smiling Man. That **** is terrifying.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
A group of people actually made a video about this. It's pretty good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u6Tt3PqIfQ
Here is the Goatman story which IMO is absolutely terrifying. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Anasi%27s_Goatman_Story
It's obviously not real but still worth a read.
Quote from Wraith223@infallible, Were you in Austin, Texas when this happened? Crap as you described happens there. We REALLY need to wall that city off or Under the Dome season 2.
Quote from InfallibleIt's not my story. But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened. The section he posted in was a section called "lets not meet" which is basically about meeting creeps and or being stalked. Pretty messed up stuff. But yeah, internet.
As far as my own story I was fairly certain a couple nights a month I was being soul sucked by a demon. I would wake up in the middle of the night unable to move and swear I felt someone standing over me breathing into my ear. I tried to scream but I just made an audible humming noise. The breathing was so loud and so real. It really warped my state of mind for a while because up until that point I did not even acknowledge the possibility of spirits and demons and all that crap.
Turns out it was sleep paralysis. Lol.
Quote from Wraith223I used to get the sleep issue you describe (nothing demonic of course) when was extremely tired or just napping while waiting for class at college or camping in the mountains hearing animals near by. You don't want to miss class and watch the clock while sleeping and get "locked in" unable to move while dreaming being awake. Real pain in the ass.
But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened.
Quote from ValarinYep. The fact it's 2013 and so many people still believe in ghosts/demons/devils/Mothman/puma lion hybrids(??)/all the other nonsense people swear "happened to them". Downright frightening.
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Oh, well, if that's not a bulletproof source, I don't know what is!
Quote from TiaxIs a mexican lion a different species from a mountain lion? I'm a little confused as to what the ingredients of the hybrid are here.