MTB Ghost Stories

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A mate in my church, let's call him Bos, so that those who know him can know exactly who he is, posted this on thehub today. Now I didn’t change a thing (even the photo’s are his,) and this is all a true story. Read his story after my story.

To those who night ride regularly, I don’t know wether you’ve felt scared while riding before in a dark forest before. It has happened to me once and only once, on this old farm near Ceres called Eselfontein on a piece of trail called The Dark Forest (no jokes,) a piece of trail that I’m usually playing around on and love, except for that night. Whereas I usually ride in front, that night for the second run of the trail I rode behind Werner, now I’m not afraid of the dark, but that night I felt so freakin scared and aware of something in that trail that I hugged Werner’s wheel like a scared four year old hugs his mom in a shopping mall. I wanted out to get out of that forest. Fast .

We got out safely, and nothing jumped us or ate me, and i don’t know wether it was my imagination or a spirit or if it was a wild animal, but that night I prayed so fast that I must have sounded like a machine gun. And I haven’t ridden that section in the dark since. So with that in my memory I can really relate to Bos’s story

But ya, rather read Bos’s Knysna story below me, it is way more interesting, and the man know’s how to write a lekker story. And after reading Toorbos some people might agree that there are strange things in that forest.

Enjoy

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Your story reminded me of a ride I did with one of my school mates who now works at Ultimate cycling (morne) We started riding at 8pm.. and rode up the surrounding hills and out into the plantations..

We  got completely and utterly lost after 25 minutes of riding through dongas and shack singletrack..

So the suspence starts building as we ride through a quiet stinkwood plantation.. imagine rows of trees fading into the distance as you ride through a narrow avenue of jeeptrack between the trees. The jeeptrack is flooded 6 inches deep and the only sound you can hear is our wheels riding through the water and some branches cracking as the night time animals prowl around in the plantations around us..To make it worse, the jeeptrack is tightly lined with thorney berry bushes.. so much that one would be unable to get off that road if something came from the front.. which was very unlikely, but It had that Nightmare on Elm street feel...

Now put yourself in my shoes, As you were talking about the YETI and the Knysna Elephant.. Its scary out there.. Not so much the Yeti and the ellies but the people that live deep in that forest freaks me out most!

So the next thing we are going downhill.. the road gets narrower (by now gravel not wet jeeptrack) the bushes and plants on the side of the trail has overgrown the trail somewhat and I have to really concentrate not to get dropped by my mate (Im not even ashamed to say, I was soo scared and wanted my mommy haha)

Ok, So flying down this downhill ( I didnt even know we went up a hill ok) getting darker and deeper into this nightmare forrest and SUDDENLY..my nightmare comes allive.. In my peripheral view I notice something is running next to me in the forrest...no bull***t..middle of the blare witch forrest something is rinning next to me and this at 50km/h... think OH my FAAARK!!!!!

Now Im trying not to get dropped screaming down this overgrown twisty path/road so I can not really look around to see what it is but I can see bleddie well enough that these things are not only keeping up they are as tall as humans they are black and there are a few of them..Now my dear friend you have not understood the kind of trauma and plain bekakking myself and "not staying calm" I was going through.. these effing things were chasing us! keeping up, Because ones mind can not Identify or comprehend what this would be.. YETI see pictures below..

Now I know you are thinking this can not get worse.. wait for this..

As all of this is going through my very small feeling heart the unthinkable.. With a big skid and "OH FARK" 10m in front of me Morne comes to a stop but Im not focussing on Morne, Im focussing on what is standing 2.5m tall on 2 feet in front of him.. Holy crap this is it we are about to become the product of all our sins and going to pay for not believing in monsters.. This is reality and Its gone bad...

I'll give you time to read...

Images like the above drove fear into my mind that night.. but seriously, have you ever came across something that runs that fast through bush.. Is black (no not bushmen  ) lives deep in knysna forrest and then stands 2.5m tall on 2 legs?!

I was in disbelief I tell you..

So I had to dramatise that last bit but ones mind is incredibly fast and thoughts fly around in split seconds.. So the thing was a horse.. there was a pack of wild horses running next to us in the forest and then up ahead one of them lay dead, dont know why.. and the other horses standing around the dead horse obviously got the fright of their lives when we came flying down and locking our brakes which also masked the sound of the horses which might have given it away.. further Morne's lights only shone on the body of the horse and the head was kind of out of the beam shot..

You get the Idea, but It was by far the most scared I had ever been In my Life..

Edited by Bos, Today, 11:27.