The Monster (aka The Yeti)

This is one of the classic tales. Several versions exist. Here are two of them.

A man was driving along a dusty road, when suddenly he ran out of gas. He walked to the nearest farmhouse and asked if he could get some gas. Just as he was invited in, it started to pour rain.

The owner of the house said that he could stay the night, but gave him this solemn warning. “Don’t go into the garage,” he said. “There is a terrible monster there. And if you do go, no matter what you do, don’t touch him.”

The man agreed to this, and went up to the guest room. The man was cursed with curiosity, however, so he went down to the garage, and there, sure enough was the monster — it was huge and ugly, as frightening a site as he had ever seen.

Unable to leave well enough alone, he man thought that he’d see what would happen if he threw something at the creature. So, he picked up a rock and threw it at the monster — nothing. The man made a horrible face at him — nothing. Then he tried calling him names. Still nothing.

At last the man reached over and touched the monster. Up the monster jumped, roared, and started chasing after the man. It chased the man across the fields, through a forest, and all over the countryside. The man ran for his very life until they came to a cliff. The man thought that he was going to die, so he curled up into a little ball, and waited for the worst, cursing himself for ever being so stupid as to touch this horrible monster.

The monster came up and was right over top of him, breathing heavily with a breath containing smells to horrible to mention. The man held his breath. The suspense was unbearable. His life flashed before his eyes.

Finally, the monster reached down, touched the man, and said, “Tag. You’re it.”

The Yeti

An English explorer was taking part in an expedition to the Himalayas.

Led by a grizzled local guide, they ascended one of the less frequently climbed peaks. Roughly half way up the side of the mountain, one of the expedition came across a set of large manlike tracks in the snow.

“Yeti tracks” the guide said with a gruff voice as he passed them, “One thing you must know before we proceed; Do not, under any circumstances, touch the yeti.”

The expedition heeded his warning and continued to climb the slope, night fell and the explorers set up their tents. In the dead of night the Englishman awoke to the sound of his tent entrance unzipping. Half asleep he looked up to see an enormous eight foot yeti standing above him.

In fear for his life the explorer jumped up and ran out of the tent, banging into the yeti in the process. The yeti, after being touched by the explorer let out a deafening howl and began to chase the explorer down the slope.

The explorer ran away from the camp as quickly as his legs could take him, after he rounded a corner he looked behind him to see the bounding form of the yeti still chasing him.

So the explorer continued to run, reaching the bottom of the mountain in just two days, exhausted he paused to rest awhile. After just a few moments, the explorer began to hear the soft ‘thud thud thud’ of yeti feet on snow, he looked up the slope to see the yeti still chasing him and only moments away.

The explorer took off again, reaching a supply shack a couple of miles away, once there quickly buying a mountain bike and pedaling his way to the nearest town, some fifty miles away. The journey took him several days over the rough terrain and after his arrival he booked into a hotel to recuperate.

Two days later the man left his hotel to see about booking transport back to England. As soon as he turned around though he saw the form of the yeti on the horizon, bounding towards him at great speed. Mortified by this sight, the explorer hurriedly bought a car and drove it away from the village all the way to Delhi. Once he arrived, the man wasted no time in getting on the next plane to London.

After his arrival back in London, the man went back to his London home for a while to recover and to plan his next expedition. He had been there less than two weeks and was gazing out of a window when he saw a familiar large bounding, manlike creature running down his street; the man couldn’t believe it, somehow the yeti had followed him to England!

The man had little choice but to run away again, he used any means he could, bike, car, or on foot to try to escape the yeti, but each time he looked behind him, it was just moments before the yeti came into view.

Eventually the man made it all the way to Edinburgh and from there ran into the open Scottish countryside. He continued to run but the yeti just kept getting closer and closer, and in the end the man could run no more.

With the yeti less than a minute away from him, the man finally stopped and turned around to face the oncoming creature. With the last of his strength he stood up straight as the yeti caught up with him.

The eight foot tall yeti towered above the man who could only stare in terror.

The yeti extended his hand and poked the Englishman squarely in the chest with one long finger and with a low rumbling voice the yeti began to speak: “Tag! You’re it!”

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