King Castle
rules are simple we sit around the camp fire and we listen to a person once he is done we pass the talking stick to the next person.
that person will grab the stick and introduce himself with his Indian Chippewa Name..
also explain why u choice the name.
this is a bonding exercise whatever is said here stays here it all goes inside the box.
we can talk about anything ghost stories, legends even about our day or our dreams.
we can also analyze each other and point out psychological issues from whatever the last person has said.
i'll start... stand up with the talking stick in hand and head dress tangling.. also shirtless.
i am: Wolf Dog Humps Alot..... i was given this name by my spirit ancestors for my promiscuous ways and the half breeds in my family both in pets as well as my brothers and cousins...
red_indian
i would like to start with a Story handed down to me by my mother..
Many moons ago when the ancients were young and my mother was a teenager she had a traumatic experience.. let us sit down as i tell you the story.
my mother and her brother and cousin were driving down a dark road in isolated area the town was at least 15 miles away the road was empty no street lights not even a maintained road....
as they drove the car broke down the lights went out the engine just died... my mother's brother got out to check the car as he was the mechanic. he could find nothing wrong as he checked it was to dark to really see.
he pulled out a flash light not like ours but the big ones the size of an old boombox as was the kind back in the day. as he turned on the light to check he could hear some one screaming in the distance, he turned the flash light to look as he pointed it down the side of the road near the creek they noticed a figure walking by the side of the small river... as soon as the light hit the figure the flash light went out as well...
my uncle told my mother that he saw a woman by the river, my mother responded he is seeing things no one is down there...
my mother's cousin had decided to head to town running and get help like a tow truck since no cell phones were available in the day.
my mother and her brother felt it was reasonable and decided to let him go and if they get the car running they can just pick him up.. he left and a half hour later the car turned on.. they got back in and headed toward town. they grew hurried when they could not find their cousin as they drove back and fourth screaming his name knowing he could not have made it to town and no cars had passed them to pick him up.. next day they found his body flooding in the creek face down drowned in less then a few feet of water.. not even a mile from where the car had originally stopped.
* passes the talking stick*
that person will grab the stick and introduce himself with his Indian Chippewa Name..
also explain why u choice the name.
this is a bonding exercise whatever is said here stays here it all goes inside the box.
we can talk about anything ghost stories, legends even about our day or our dreams.
we can also analyze each other and point out psychological issues from whatever the last person has said.
i'll start... stand up with the talking stick in hand and head dress tangling.. also shirtless.
i am: Wolf Dog Humps Alot..... i was given this name by my spirit ancestors for my promiscuous ways and the half breeds in my family both in pets as well as my brothers and cousins...
red_indian
i would like to start with a Story handed down to me by my mother..
Many moons ago when the ancients were young and my mother was a teenager she had a traumatic experience.. let us sit down as i tell you the story.
my mother and her brother and cousin were driving down a dark road in isolated area the town was at least 15 miles away the road was empty no street lights not even a maintained road....
as they drove the car broke down the lights went out the engine just died... my mother's brother got out to check the car as he was the mechanic. he could find nothing wrong as he checked it was to dark to really see.
he pulled out a flash light not like ours but the big ones the size of an old boombox as was the kind back in the day. as he turned on the light to check he could hear some one screaming in the distance, he turned the flash light to look as he pointed it down the side of the road near the creek they noticed a figure walking by the side of the small river... as soon as the light hit the figure the flash light went out as well...
my uncle told my mother that he saw a woman by the river, my mother responded he is seeing things no one is down there...
my mother's cousin had decided to head to town running and get help like a tow truck since no cell phones were available in the day.
my mother and her brother felt it was reasonable and decided to let him go and if they get the car running they can just pick him up.. he left and a half hour later the car turned on.. they got back in and headed toward town. they grew hurried when they could not find their cousin as they drove back and fourth screaming his name knowing he could not have made it to town and no cars had passed them to pick him up.. next day they found his body flooding in the creek face down drowned in less then a few feet of water.. not even a mile from where the car had originally stopped.
* passes the talking stick*
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