Simple Decision. What Would You Do?

But isn't it more fun to cross the line and see the monster? I really don't want to be one of the ones that are chopped up and made into gingerbread but ... argh... the temptation...

And, hey, those fools in horror go down to the cellar assuming there's nothing there that's going to kill them; doesn't our pre-informed knowledge of such a trope protect us some small degree? I'd be devastated to find out I could have set eyes on Mr Babadook, Pennywise, Samara or Freddy (okay, not Freddy) and got away with it, but not taken the risk.

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So you accusing a member, well liked, of actually being a Zombie or other undead creature of the night?

You may have noticed that zombies and undead are quite popular now. Perhaps that is part of her appeal.

doesn't our pre-informed knowledge of such a trope protect us some small degree? I'd be devastated to find out I could have set eyes on Mr Babadook, Pennywise, Samara or Freddy (okay, not Freddy) and got away with it, but not taken the risk.

The undead adore the over-confident, and zombies particularly enjoy the taste. They think (to the degree that they can think) that it adds a certain savor.
 
It would have depended how old I was. As a kid (8-12ish), I would have gone into the wood. As an older child, probably not.
 
Oddly the sign or even the thought of the owner wouldn't have stopped me as much as the thought of what my dad would do to me "when" he found out. He always knew these things after the fact.
 
I will point out that those of us who would obey the sign are also those who (should we become, by some magic of the silver screen, characters in a horror movie) would not go down to the cellar where some of our friends had already disappeared, and we would be the ones still alive when the credits rolled, while the rest of you would have suffered grisly deaths.

No, no, no! Surely nowadays it's the ones that think that they are safe (say, by staying on the path side of the sign) that get picked off first by the ax-murderer. To be absolutely safe you have to a 'Rimmer' and be in both parties at the same time (and simultaneously be at the front and back of both of course.)
 
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Hi,

Is there something interesting in the woods? Because if there was I'd probably go in - wouldn't have needed a group of peers to encourage me.

Cheers, Greg.
 
I spent my childhood on the wrong side of a sign that said "no trespassing" -- then again, we had heard at least second-hand that the owners didn't mind as long as we didn't leave trash. But the neighbors on the other side weren't so understanding, and I spent a lot of time on their side of the fence, too. Just not where they could see me. :D
 
There were private signs up all around the village I grew up in. But that was to discourage camping. City people would come out and the first trees they came to they would think it was the north woods.

Also to keep out hunters.
Basically we were told as kids to ask permission of the landowners except when there was a clearly marked public use trail.
The owners would tell us of any dangers or concerns, and tell us what to watch for, but generally let us wander.
They would tell us to tell someone when we were going in. And warn us not to hunt. If there were things not to be picked.or even if there were places with fruit you could pick, or fishing places.

At one pond in a wood the owner noticed my sister trying to fish with a branch and string.. It was just a puddle.. No fish.. So this old gentleman got a goldfish and put it In the puddle. .. It took my sister three days before she thought of scooping it up with a Dixie cup.
Then it lived in a mason jar on her night table ... She was so proud.
 
Oh, I'd have gone in - but probably not first visit. There would have been a 'preparedness' phase, where my bike's saddlebag would have gained a ball of string and a couple of jam-jars, just in case, my belt my sheath knife and (later) my neck my brownie box camera (the notebook and pencil being permanent companions, even in school uniform). I would have been reading books like the Gerald Durrell animal collecting or 'A Romany in the Country', and taking records that interested no-one in the family, or at school - I could talk about them (briefly) to the town librarian. And develop and print photos of mating snails or dragon flies caught in spider webs.

This would have been after nine, when I was diagnosed with extreme myopia - previous to that I simply wouldn't have seen the sign.
 
It would depend on the group I was with(or not with), the day I'd had and which town I was in. Like Jastius - the area I am in now is covered with private signs. Some are based on legal reasons others just because. If you obey all the signs you'd never get anywhere. The area I grew up in... well it was more a case of what looked safe that would stop me crossing a warning sign.
 
Inward bound!! And with friends alongside me, without doubt. My father was a university professor, and we once lived in university housing directly across the road from the main cluster of departmental buildings. And they left the buildings open during the weekends, and many nights! Such joy exploring, especially in the sciences buildings (the geology building was a particular favorite). So yes, in we go! :)

And as to poor Kerry being whacked in the basement...you know, you can always be brought back in the sequel! :)
 
The gang crept toward the sign, anxiously peering into the gloomy woods beyond.
'Hey, guys,' said Theresa. 'The sign says no trespassing.'
'Oh, yeah,' said Karn. 'Lets go to the park instead.'
So they did. And nothing exciting or dangerous happened.
The End.

I prefer the Stephen King version :D
 
Hey, guys,' said Theresa. 'The sign says no trespassing.'
I somehow imagined that.
The typical sign I see is

TRESPASSERS PROSECUTED
(Which is actually impossible in Ireland and UK, they can be prosecuted for "breaking and entering", "damage" or "theft", only sued for trespass.)

But the OP was:
PRIVATE WOODS
KEEP OUT

I've only ever seen
PRIVATE GROUNDS KEEP OUT

But what is more common by far than "PRIVATE" anything is
LANDS PRESERVED
Which I've always presumed is about shooting, but I'm not sure.

The defining thing is how secluded it is and if serious fence / wall rather than just walk in or three/four strand fence.
 
When I grew up, we had no trespass law in Scotland (or that's what I thought, anyway). We were in and out of people's gardens and all sorts of things. Generally, if something said "No Entry" it was because it was being used by the army for training, and that's the sort of sign you pay attention to.
 
being used by the army for training
Flags.
They have quite long winded large warning signs at entrance to ranges, and then fly flags when in use.
I drove over little tracks on my motor bike once on some hills in late 1970s. I came eventually to a larger lane going downhill. There was an enormous sign and a pole with a flag. I only could see the rear. So I stopped and got off.
I wasn't amused that the range was obviously unfenced at the hills and I had been driving through it for who knows how long. I didn't hear any gunfire or artillery though.
I was very familiar with UK ranges, having used them (Comrie in Scotland was lovely). But it was my first encounter with an Irish Army range.

When we were small, there was a double hedge at the back of the garden. Behind the first hedge was a little stream with an embankment and second hedge. Raised behind that was the Belfast - Larne railway.
We frequently donned wellys and explored downstream. Upstream it emerged from a small culvert at the boundary with next door.
So of course it went past the rear of everyone's gardens, the hedge was sparse, so we could easily enter any garden, though we only entered one (our friends). First was a tunnel under the railway to a field. The other side of the field was the main road with Trespassers Prosecuted sign at the gate. I think it was about a year before we realised that as we didn't go to the side of the field with the noisy main road. Other kids (via the main road) had made a gang hut by digging up the turf and roofing with junk and turf. We were usually unwelcome.
Usually we ignored that right turn under the railway and went on downstream which turned left into a steep gully, down the side of a garden of people we knew. Their garden was inaccessible due to steep banks. Then we bent over and through the tunnel under our street to our friends' house. He had cut steps in the bank so we could get out, to go down through their garden, field then Orchard to the beach. We never risked going down the stream to the beach as it turned into the next garden and wound through their manicured lawn criss crossed by railway sleeper bridges.
However usually I cycled to the beach as we didn't go through their garden unless we were engaged in play with their kids.
One morning though, my parents were surprised in bed by those two kids screaming that the tent was on fire and we (my brother, sister and I) were going to be burnt. The tent was like a dog, it had gone "woof" when we tried to light a fire in it to "make" breakfast on Sindy's toy cooker. My mum and dad arrived in our back garden to find we were all fine, but no tent any more. The only really other very bad thing was ... I better not say. My sister wouldn't be amused.
 
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In our - extremely touristic - area you knew that the 'private road - no entry' (led to the girls' boarding school, so you can imagine how well that was respected), 'trespassers will be shot', Beware of the bull - and if you leave this gate open, beware of ME!' and suchlike messages were for the foriegners, not the locals, and they didn't understand the real warnings, like 'no swimming, violent undertow' or 'keep away from the edge'.

Genuin dangers, like 'Cyclists avoid fire engines coming home over fast along tractor paths, with no bells or whistles' or 'Beware of poachers' snares' were not signposted - but I suppose they'd be unlikely in wooded regions.
 
Many thanks to everyone who has answered this thread, and not only given me a bit of insight into part of what I am writing, but also into various Chrons members.

Even more thanks for amking it so entertaining. I`ve loved all the stories that have cropped up, and indeed the zombifying of Kerry.

When I started the thread I said there would be a second part to the question, which is more for the people who said they would obey the signs, but I`m sure we`ll all have views on it.

What if the area of woodland was somewhere you had played in and explored a lot. If it was fully open and you were allowed to be there and then one day, for no apparent reason there was suddenly said, 'NO ENTRY'?
 
It might take ages before anyone noticed. A chain-link fence topped with barbed wire would have more impact.

A company I did AV stuff for, also did security stuff. Signs and CCTV on there own are proven to be 100% pointless. Stout outer barrier. Opaque (solid fence or wall) is far better than chain-link, and any fence / wall has to be tall enough that a single person can't haul themselves up.

Apparently here it's now illegal to embed broken glass in the top of a wall. Pity.
 
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