To other scary stories (Submitted by Russell) One Saturday afternoon my wife and I were in Brunswick, Maryland, walking around and visiting various antique shops. It was summer the temperature was somewhere in the 90s. Walking along just browsing, we noticed an old building next to the railroad tracks. It appeared to be open so we meandered in. Upon entering and surveying the contents and the proprietor, we noticed a chill in the store. Most of the stuff appeared to have been there for some time; it was covered with dust. The shopkeeper appeared to look at least 80. She was mean-looking, with dark, foreboding eyes that had a glare that would make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I'm sure some of you remember women like these from when you were children. The eerie voice, dark dress and cold stare. We looked around and then look at each other like something's not right with this place. Then the bone chilling voice says to us, "There might be something in the basement that would surprise you." She pointed towards an old door. We walked over to the door kind of like, uh, I don't know. Opening the door, we got a cold chill, not just a cold chill, but a shiver and a blast of that musty, damp, dead rat smell. We both looked at each other, my wife and I, then made a beeline for the front door. Upon leaving, I looked back at the old wench, and the look on her face shot right through me. This was the one instant where the expression if looks could kill really hit home. When we got outside, we noticed that there where no longer any people on the street, and this was the main street. We went right to the car and left that little burg, and scarcely went back to that town in the years that followed. I will never forget that feeling of dread, nor that old woman's glaring look. When we got in the car and drove off my wife said to me, "Did that just happen?" I said, "Well, if it didn't, we really need to have our water tested." That was the only time in my life I ever felt like that --like all the sensors in my body were saying: time to go, get out of here, leave now, situation negative, bad thing. This story is true, at least in my perception -- and definitely otherworldly in the bad way. (Editor's note: I frequently use Brunswick, Maryland as a starting point for bicycle trips along the C&O Canal and forays into nearby Harper's Ferry, West Virginia. The scariest thing I've ever encountered is being on the wrong side of the railroad tracks one hot afternoon, after a very long bike ride with my two sons. Just as we were remarking that it sure would feel good to 1) find a bathroom, and 2) get a cold drink with ice, the longest freight train I have ever seen started through town. About half way through its crossing, the train malfunctioned, trapping all of us on the wrong side of the tracks. We waited an hour and a half in the parking lot before the train moved on. No porta-potties, no drinking water, and forbidden by emergency workers to cross the train tracks. Come to think of it -- it was more painful than scary! But I still like the little town.) 
Here is something really scary. This is a true story, or at least my perception of the events.
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