@Scoo73r I grew up in the catskills, miles upon miles of forest anywhere you look. There *are* staircases in the woods, but not the way the creepypastas think.
Think: ancient green-mossy stone slab stairs rising 10 feet off the ground, near what is now just piles of assorted rocks.
Think: ancient green-mossy stone slab stairs rising 10 feet off the ground, near what is now just piles of assorted rocks.
@Scoo73r Everywhere you go in the catskills, there are old rock walls, built from stones pulled from the fields that eventually became forest again.
Follow one long enough and you'll come across one of these stone staircases nearby.
Follow one long enough and you'll come across one of these stone staircases nearby.
@Scoo73r As kids we all used to run up them and and jump down, trying beat each other for distance.
Everyone heard stories of a kid landing wrong, cracking their skull on a rock, and the other kids burying them. Always in another town, a brother's friend's cousin, etc.
Everyone heard stories of a kid landing wrong, cracking their skull on a rock, and the other kids burying them. Always in another town, a brother's friend's cousin, etc.
@Scoo73r When kids got tired of leaping from these stone stairs, usually they'd start trying to find the grave of the kid who definitely existed.
This usually consisted of taking apart a pile of rocks, only to find just more rocks underneath.
This usually consisted of taking apart a pile of rocks, only to find just more rocks underneath.
@Scoo73r This story was passed down for generations, and generations of kids would take apart these piles and make new piles.
At some point people had the idea to pile rocks atop deer carcasses, to freak out the next group of kids.
At some point people had the idea to pile rocks atop deer carcasses, to freak out the next group of kids.
@Scoo73r Lots of kids came home from playing in the woods with a bone they were convinced was that of their sister's teacher's friend's brother or such, hidden under a suspiciously nice pile of rocks.
@Scoo73r Anyway, the stairs were just a normal thing, part of growing up in the catskills.
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