Comparative terrors

[nigheandonn]

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[nigheandonn]

I can never really figure out the answer, because I think if I *did* meet a ghost I would be more terrified - but it's much less likely, so I don't go about worrying that I'll meet a ghost...

[Jaxter]

Give me a ghost any day (or night )
Cows are gigantic and scary!

[CharlesT]

Why choose when you can have both

Ghostly cow - Salvador Dali

It would certainly frighten me if I met it on a dark night.

[nigheandonn]

Ghosts seem to be leading in the scaryness stakes so far...

Someone in my office thinks it's not a sensible question, because she would rather meet her granny's ghost than a cow, but rather meet a cow than the ghost of Adolf Hitler!

[Cairngorm creeper]

I have met some very scary cows and never yet met a scary ghost

[Sgurr]

I don't believe in ghosts, so if I met something that really persuaded me it was one, it would turn my whole structure of beliefs on its head, so ghosts as that would be too scary to contemplate.

[Marty_JG]

the ghost of Adolf Hitler!

You could always annoy him by saying "loved you in City Lights!"

[mynthdd2]

what if it is the ghost of a cow? I mean a real ghost of a real cow - not a Dali one?

[Marty_JG]

A ghost of a cow, a real ghost of a cow, a ghost of a real cow, and a real ghost of a real cow are four separate things.

[mynthdd2]

ok - what about a ghostly herd of cattle

[CharlesT]

ok - what about a ghostly herd of cattle

Sorry, but I couldn't resist it:
"An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky"

[rabthecairnterrier]

I once encountered a ghost on the path that runs through the glen to the north of Liathach - a tall, white, hooded apparition that appeared out of the clag floating a foot or two above the ground and swiftly advanced upon me. Fortunately on closer inspection it turned out to be an American tourist attired in a long, off-white hooded poncho and dark trousers, which of course accounted for the illusion of floating in the poor visibility. She wasn't scary at all, or at least no more so than the average American lady tourist in Scotland.
On the other hand, in a glen the Wicklow mountains in Ireland I was once following a very narrow path through an extensive area of otherwise impenetrable whins when I met a herd of about a dozen stirks doing the same thing, only in the opposite direction. Now that was scary. Fortunately the cattle didn't dislike whins as much as I do.

[Marty_JG]

She wasn't scary at all, or at least no more so than the average American lady tourist in Scotland.

They're not very dangerous on foot, on the road is another matter.

[CharlesT]

She wasn't scary at all, or at least no more so than the average American lady tourist in Scotland.

They're not very dangerous on foot, on the road is another matter.

You can usually hear them coming from afar though.