The Big Toe is a scary story for kids about a young boy who unearths a mysterious toe in his garden. One day, a boy was digging in his garden, when he saw a big toe sticking out of the ground. He tried to pick it up, but it was stuck.
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What you are about to read is based on true events that occurred on Friday the 13th of March at roughly pm. The woman in the story goes by the name of Mary Aldridge, who wrote a series about sightings she had had in the woodland where she lived. She dissappeared after officials found a letter discribing her fear of a possible 'reaping'.
Ah, Halloween — the perfect time to sit around a fire with the family and get into some good, old-fashioned spooky storytelling. Don't you love a good ghost story? Yes, Halloween is the perfect time to tell ghoulish tales — but some of the classics walk a fine line between frightfully fun and nightmarish.
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This is the hairy toe childrens story. It has been adapted from the works of S. Once upon a time, in a village near the woods lived an old woman.
Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.
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THERE'S a range beneath whose savage scowl the low land cowers in craven dread,— A fierce black ridge that Nature seems to have formed in a furious whim; Where gibbers grey through the scrub show bare, like warts and wens on a woolly head, And shunned by shepherds in bygone days as the haunt of a Monster grim. And all whom evil chance allowed that Being's shape to scan, With white and shuddering lips avowed 't was—ugh! Well, years had passed in a hum-drum way since the Creature had last been seen of men, When Mick Mulleary came along in search of a vacant block, And coolly put in his corner peg within a mile of the Monster's den,— Quite chirpy indeed to have dropped upon such a splendid run for stock. Be the powers of war Oi'll make him shift in less than a brace o' cracks.