Probably the jackalope. just think about it, its not that unrealistic to think there could be a species of rabbit that could grow antlers right?
The reason this came to mind is because both my sister and her husband believed that jackalopes were real into their mid 20s.
Jackalopes do exist. They're normal rabbits and hares that have a warty virus growth on their heads resulting in antlers.
When I was twelve I went camping with my family in Scotland. My dad and I were really excited about seeing the Loch Ness monster. We rented a four person tent and we went to camp near Loch Ness where there's a site for tents. It was the end of the season and winter had come early so it was really fucking cold, so most people had left to go home. When it's cold in Scotland the midges come out (tiny flies that bite for blood, not suck politely like mosquitos) and it's fucking bullshit. So we got in our tent before the midges came down and ate beans in bread leftovers from breakfast.
Anyway we were all in our tent in our sleeping bags and you could hear the midges crawling over the tent. It's not a buzzing sound, but more like a prickling mass like they're trying to chew their way in, like a big living carpet. That kept me up most of the night while everyone else slept.
I needed to piss really bad and that meant going outside the tent. I didn't have a bottle or anything and so I was just trying to hold it as long as possible, but eventually I had to go. I guess I tried to wake my family or something but for whatever reason they weren't about to get up with me to go piss.
So, me being a kid, I just made a plan to go over to the tent flap, unzip it a bit and put my dick out into the night air, piss and zip it back up. So I psyched myself up, moved the two zips into position and then opened it and put my junk out to take a piss. It was only at that point that I realised how quiet it had been and that the prickling had stopped a while ago.
I went. Fucking. Cold. Something grabbed my dick on the other side of the tent. Screaming, I woke up my family and probably everyone in Scotland and pissed all over the tent as I fell backwards. The tent flap flew open and the skeleton that grabbed my dick jumped out and said "na pish fur ill bairns, a' ghost stories ur made up". Apparently it was like £40 extra for the skeleton service, which I didn't realise my parents had booked in advance. It was a lot back then. The camp ground even charged us a cleaning fee for the tent rental.
My dad was so annoyed and we've never been back to Scotland since.
