re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

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My great-grandparents grew up in a small town located in the lower regions of Louisiana. Raised on a healthy diet of squirrel stew and local folktales, my grandparents were the Cajun stereotype. When my great grandparents were first married, they lived in a small house near a cane field. Across the field, there was a Catholic church which ministered to most of the humble, bayou town. My great grandparents made it a habit to attend church during daylight hours as it was a long walk to and from church, unless they walked through the cane. Well one night, for one reason or another, they decided to attend evening mass. They walked to church as the sun was shifting down below the visible Earth. When they exited the builiding, it was pitch black. Fatigued from a long day of work, my grandparents decided to walk through the cane and avoid the long path. The crickets chirped as my grandparents crunched their way through the cane, one right behind the other. They could barely see through the dim moonlight, leaving them to rely on sound and touch. Working thier way through the cane was tiring, and my grandfather stopped to catch his breath. My grandmother bumped into him, and they both froze. Another set of footsteps had joined theirs. They stood frozen in place, hearing the heavy thud of feet crunch against the cane. My grandfather began to slowly walk, my grandmother by his side. They were afraid to enrage the visitor. My grandmother noted its odd walking pattern. Immediatly, fear ran through her. She began to run, and then the footsteps behind them grew fast-paced. My grandfather took off after her, not wanting to be caught by the visitor. After about five minutes of sprinting, they reach the end of the cane field, thier house in sight. They quickly raced to the door, fumbling to unlock it. A shadow emerged from the cane field, walking on four legs. It begins to run at them as they manage to unlock the door. As they open it, their dog runs inside. Thier dog, Kaiser trembles as they lock the door once more. Kaiser was usually a fearless animal, and often accompanied my grandfather on his hunting trips. His bravery was gone as the door began to shake. Something was banging and scratching on the door. My grandfater assumed it was some animal. Then, the doorknob began to jiggle. Somebody was turning it from the outside. Eventually, it stopped. Shuffling could still be heard outside of the door. My grandfather grabbed his rifle and stood guard all night as my grandmother slept. When the sun began to rise, the noises outside ceased. When they opened the door, it was covered in large scratch marks. To her death, my grandmother claims that she was chased by the Rou Garou (Cajun werewolf).
TL;DR- My grandparets were chased through a cane field at night by an unseen creature that they believed to be a werewolf.

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