FEAR

 Fear's a funny thing. Most folk's can tell you exactly what scares them or what they have a fear of. Some big ole boys won't admit to having a fear at all. They are full of crap. I stay clear of snakes best I can. When I do encounter a snake I sweat , pee a little, expel nervous gas. Then run. And not always in that order. On one hunting trip my buddy yelled " SNAKE !" Little did I know by the time I finished jumping, jerking, and running, I had stomped on the rattlesnakes head multiple times killing him without even knowing it.
 I lived in south Alabama for a little bit. My Uncle owned a maintenance company which built pipelines and maintained several gas and oil plants. On this occasion we were excited to catch a shutdown at a gas plant in Saraland, Alabama. This company had a tragedy a few weeks prior to us being there where a few people were killed in an explosion. We were there to repair and rebuild the problem area. Needless to say the rest of the employees were on pins and needles. Any little boom, eyes scanned the area, heads lifted from behind computers and telephones rang.
 We "our crew" were waiting on word of when we were to begin orientation. We had been waiting in the South Alabama swamp humidity for a couple of hours. Some were getting ansy.  I noticed some jumbo black grasshoppers running and hopping around, these things were huge ! I grabbed one up and it was the width of my hand long, and big around as my thumb. I was amazed. My cousin was the foreman on this job, it was his first time to be so. I showed him the grasshopper and let him know that this was good bait and we should get a bunch of them for later. He grabbed that grasshopper turned and showed it to a guy on the crew who at one time was the fastest running back in Alabama.
 I didn't know that he had a fear of them, but evidently Jeff did. When he laid eyes on that thing, he must have thought that Jeff was going to throw it on him ( which he had done prior). He took off in a dead sprint. No not behind a truck, no he didn't knock it out of his hand, no he didn't jump. He ran and he ran right in front of the management offices which set right smack dab in the middle of this very volatile caustic gas plant, lined with windows all around so as folks could read meters and such.
 It resembled a parade of sorts, as these folks poured out of the offices. They were in perfect formation running for their lives until the feller in the wheel chair shot out of the door. He ran over a couple of the slower ones, culling out the line as he scooted along. A lady had her high heels in hand hurdling the ones who fell prey to the wheel chair. A heavy set feller screamed out for them to save their selves, he would stay behind and go down with the ship. But then even he succumbed to the fear and took off in a rumbling stumbling matter of fact pace. It was hard to watch as he tried his hand at hurdling the downed ones. The pile grew as he crunched on top.
 I turned to look at my cousin, he was pail white . I think we all knew at that moment that Jeff had met his demise as a foreman. After the management team had their way with us, we did in fact get to stay and work. I wondered what happened to the wheel chair bound feller so I asked since I hadn't seen him. Turned out he became national riding lawnmower racing champion and wheel chair dodge ball champion.
 As most of you know , I chase ghost around. We have all kinds of equipment we use to investigate sightings. I have no fear of meeting up with a ghost as long as they have no fear of me.
 Things can get scary at times and as a whole amateurs are scared of what they may see. On this occasion we were in an old warehouse in downtown Austin. The building was old dusty and full of holes. I was taking a tour of 10 into the warehouse. I explained to please keep quiet. No screaming ! No fingernails in my back or neck. We made our way thru the warehouse. There were some noises. A few creeks and snaps. Then a curtain blew up from the wind outside.
 I turned to explain what had happened. There was not a soul to be found behind me. I guess that curtain blowing up was more than they could stand. There was something wet on the floor and I thought I smelled the aftermath of a nasty poot.
 I made my way back outside, I asked where everyone went. All at the same time asked if I saw the curtain move. Of course I did ! One of the guys who was with us gave me a rundown at what happened behind me. When the curtain moved one of the girls opened her mouth to scream, he placed his hand over her mouth, she in turn bit down on his hand. He peed a little, and stepped on another girls sandaled foot ,she tried to scream he covered her mouth with open hand, she bit down and he crapped his pants. they were so quiet during all this, I never heard a thing.
 So just goes to show you fear is very real. And works in weird ways.
 And oh by the way when the curtain moved I knew a bay door was open. What I didn't know is it had been shut a few minutes before we went in. Wish I had it on video ! But it would have scared you lol !

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