Thanks, but I have just lost 15 lbs and I am proud of that, I need to just walk away from the gooooood stuff.Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
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Thanks, but I have just lost 15 lbs and I am proud of that, I need to just walk away from the gooooood stuff.Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
I have friends in Ohio. That state is full of weirdnesses.
Absolutely, I agree, and this story will take a little time to explain and I will need the energy... but the things I want (need) to talk about are very interesting and very strange.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
I look forward to reading your story!
Probably tomorrow... wife is pulling me by the arm away from my computer...Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
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Originally Posted by Clough
Hmmm?? Just past midnight, the witching hour, and page 13 of this thread, (do do do do, do do do do, The Twighlight Zone) and yet the story goes unfinished... :confused: Perhaps the boys got tired and decided to call it a night. Or, maybe Mr. Brock got wind of what they were up to because he is in reality a warlock and gazed into his crystal ball, saw and heard them, and then decided to turn all three boys into pumpkins! :eek:
No, the boys threw stones at Mr. Brock's bedroom window, woke him up, and shared their Halloween candy with him. The next morning Mr. Brock was too sick to go to school. Everyone cheered.
Maybe we should start a non-holiday story. How about this first sentence:
The lake froze early that winter, and Emily didn't see Ivan until December.
OR
In a wind that almost knocked her over, Greta hunched over, wrapping her coat tightly around her, and stomped through the snow that was drifting at the bottom of the stairs that led into the church.
OR
Jacob, a member of the nomad gang, "Radiation Angels," tore down the highway on his chrome and obsidian Harley.
Non Holiday story sounds better, I didn't know much about those to take the story anywhere..
A non-holiday story thread would be good! :)
I have also thought about starting a "Write a Song" thread. Just one-liners in that and also some rhyming and rhythm going on.
I would be very interested in seeing the story, Stringer! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stringer
Okay... true story... I don't care, this is exactly what occurred, I've made up nothing.
Several years ago when my two children were smaller, daughter about two, son about 4 1/2 years old. We were renting in an older but well kept area of Niles, Ohio. This house was hugh and grand. Cut glass, lead filled colored glass in all doors and windows, beautiful trappings, French doors (glass) to the dining room, hugh stone fireplace in the family room, etc. Outside was a beautiful hugh porch that almost surrounded the house with two old fashioned swings. Very nice landscaping all around, very detailed and neat. The master bath even had a walkout porch. Behind the house were hugh old trees. This area was nice and it used to be where the very rich lived, now still very nice but upper middle class with older families.
The homes in this area were all older, nicely kept and neat. People spent a lot of time with the landscaping, etc. However, these homes were quite close together, the driveway between the homes was shared and then split (Y) to separate free standing hugh garages.
What happened occurred over several weeks. On a Saturday in the middle of August, very hot day, my son and I were home at about 3 pm in the afternoon. I heard my wife pull up in the driveway with my daughter from grocery shopping. I told my son "come on we have to help mommy with the groceries. My son said "okay daddy, but I have to use the bathroom first." So I went to help, after about 20-25 minutes, my wife asked me where Bryan was? I said "your right, he was using the bathroom upstairs but he should have finished by now, I'll go check." I called out to him, but no answer..when I found him, he was sitting on top of the stairway, with his face in his hands and white as a ghost. I asked him what was wrong and he looked up at me and said "daddy?? There is someone up here with me!" I wanted to reassure him so I sat down beside him.......it was as cold as a winter day all around him. I asked him how he knew this..he said; "I just know."
The next weekend my wife was outside cutting down a lot of the flowers and shrubs around the house. Our neighbor in the house beside us, very nice lady as was her husband, and told my wife "if Mrs Prichard knew you were doing this she would turn over in her grave." "She was very proud of her flowers." This didn't seem to bother my wife, she kept cutting, even the next day, the same.
After more discussions we found that a Mr and Mrs Prichard owned the house and lived there for many years after their children had grown and left. She was fastidious about her flowers and shrubberies. Along with being a very clean and tidy person. "Everything has its place." She owned beautiful china, paintings, silverware, figurines, etc. She would always be dressed up, with long velvet sleeves and white lace at her cuffs and neck, a very slender lady. (I later found a picture.)
A couple days later we were in bed about 11:30 or so. I had fallen asleep when my wife softly woke me....she asked me to listen. I said what and why??? she said.....just listen.
You know how you can lay there and try to make things even quieter by holding your breath. Well I did, and I definitely heard distinctive heavily congested breathing seemingly coming from somewhere at the base of the bed, I thought. Then I remembered that Bryan had a cold and thought the acoustics were probably to blame, so I went to his bed and then stood for a while near his door to hear him. There was no sound coming from him. I crossed the hallway back to the master bedroom and as I entered the bedroom I heard the heavy breathing, almost gasping coming directly from the center of the bedroom. I had to walk past it to get back into bed. When back in bed (me man..right?) I told my wife that I heard nothing. But let me tell you, I laid in bed, covers up to my chin trying to hear it again.....holding my breath, nothing.
One week later, again late and in bed. My wife again woke me, this time more
emphatically and said "LISTEN!" I told her I don't hear any breathing. She said "NO, Listen... " I said "what the h~ll is that?? " There were sounds coming from the walk up attic. When I think back on this now...it sounded like...someone very old, kind of dragging one leg/foot and the sound of a cane 'thud", and again, again. You know you have to rationalize so I thought "old house, boards creaking?" This sound was going from the corner of our ceiling towards the other corner, NOT along the board/floor layout! Again we laid there not breathing... I started to "rationalize" again. There had to be SOME EXPLANATION here. It didn't last for more than a few minutes, then only silence. But, it was distinctive.
The most unexplained thing happened two days or so later. I was a Area Manager of those old Fotomat Stores (in the parking lots-you bought and dropped off film) and was responsible for Western Pa and Eastern Ohio. This meant that I had to travel every other week to visit the locations. We had plans to go out dancing that evening so I was to be home a little earlier than usual. I was traveling back on a major highway from the western part of Ohio and I had seen all the locations I planned to see that day except for one. As I came up to the intersection that would take me to this last location I debated whether to go there or not, I might be late for dancing and another couple was to go with us. I decided to do it and be quick so I was speeding. As I went over the hill I saw about 10 -15 cars, all pulled over at the side of the road, a speed trap. Never got to that location that day, but I did get a speeding ticket.
Now as I drove into my driveway I see my wife standing by our garage with Mrs Janero, the nice older Italian neighbor. The moment I got out of the car and began explaining why I was ticked off because of being late and the ticket, my 2 year old daughter came running out of the garage screaming at the top of her lungs. Her mouth open with her tongue out and pointing to it. Just as we went to help her and see what was wrong my son stated to scream because two bees had just stung him. Mrs Janero just stood there in amazement. Then my wife screams "my God, the house is on fire!!!!" Smoke was coming from the kitchen window! When I went to the back door the screen door was locked. I broke it open to find that the door itself was also locked! I threw a rock through the window and got inside. The dinner she was cooking had burned and was smoking, but nothing caught fire. Now remember it was summer we had no air conditioning. Windows and regular doors were all open so the large house would be cooler. All the windows were closed and locked also. My wife insisted she didn't lock or close anything! And she said "why AND how would I do that, I just stepped outside to see Mrs Janero for a moment, I was cooking dinner!" And the door had a lock that could only be locked if you used a key.
Mrs Janero shook her head as she went back towards her house and said "CRAZY stuff."
Weeks later on a Saturday we were invited to Mr & Mrs Janero's home, next door for coffee and some cake. I was sitting at the counter and after a while when my wife and Mrs Janero were talking I asked "has anyone ever said anything about anything strange happening in our house?" They both got real quiet and Mrs janero looked at me and said "no, why?"
I mentioned the things that she saw the last week in our driveway and told her and him about what had been occurring over the last month or so. Mrs Janero asked me "exactly when did these things start?" I remembered approximately the date, and she said "that was right after your wife was cutting all the flowers and shrubs down." She looked at my wife and said "I told you honey, I told you." My wife didn't understand... Mrs Janero said; "I told you that if you did that Mrs Pricherd would turn over in her grave." We just looked at her. When I later spoke with my wife about what she said, she said "yes she said that but I really don't believe it that stuff!
The next evening we were all out in the driveway again, all four of us talking about what we said the day before. So I thought I would take this a little further and I explained in detail what we had experienced. They said that they had known the Pricherds for a long time and were very sorry when they passed. Mr Pricherd was a local jeweler and he passed first. He died of advanced ASTHMA, at the end he could hardly get his breath and his bedroom was upstairs-ours. He also was very old and used a cane to walk. Mrs Pricherd lived for another 8 years in the house by herself. She fell down the stairs and died, no one found her for two weeks. Mrs Janero herself had found her.
One last thing, the attic had a stairway leading up there. We had never been up there, my wife wanted to see it... So she closely followed me up there, but she said it had to be in the daylight. So we opened the door, there was heavy dust all over the floor, about an inch of it. The only other things there were; one living room type draped chair with a old fashioned floor lamp beside it, no extension cords to the lamp, nothing else was up there AND there were no footprints...
Cont'd; Stringer..
Along with all the things that had happened there is one other thing. My grandmother and I were pretty close and she had passed about a year before. (Remember this was in the late 70's) We had a floor model stereo, reel to reel 8 track, record palyer, radio, etc. It was about 4 feet long and3 1/2 feet high. It was really beautiful, light oak, polished with top sliding doors. My grandmother loved this stereo she thought it was the most beautiful piece of furniture she had ever seen. She would always ask me to play some music for her, and she would sit there sometimes for over an hour and listen. Well, among the things that occurred at this house, was something also unusual, concerning this stereo. Right after the "breathing" episode, we were all sitting in the family room and we heard a "thump." Loud enough for all to hear it. We kind of looked at each other and went back to watching t.v.
Again a "thump", this time louder. Yeah, still we did nothing. But the third time about 60 seconds apart, there was a third and a fourth louder "thump." Almost as if someone hit the top of the stereo with their fist. I got up and walked over to it. This had not happened before, I reached down and the cord wasn't even plugged in. It had not been plugged in for rover 2 months. I thought at first it may have been cooling down from when someone had been playing it. Later the next day, again talking with Mrs Janero I told her about this and how my grandmother loved this stereo. She looked at me and said, your grandmother was trying to protect you, she loves you, feel good about THAT one!
So there is what happened to me/us...
There is more about my grandmother...
Wow... that's a creepy one!
Stringer, I have to say, that was quite a read!! I am waiting for more! :) I am contemplating sharing a story that for me, was quite out of the ordinary. Let me think about it while you type more of your story.
Stringer, also I have many questions. I will hold off on those also for a bit. More please!
I agree jrebel... we need a whole new thread just for Stringers story!!
Rank.. I was trying to go to bed...
Thank you, when it is authentic it amounts to just trying to remember the facts. It really was a scary month or so. We didn't talk much about it at all until a long time afterwards.Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
I have more personal things that scare the "boots" off me. I was there but they were aimed at my ex, no question about that.
I am tired now, really, tomorrow.
Thank you again
Stringer
I would be very interested in reading what happened to you, please post it.Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
Stringer, I admire you for continuing to stay there. I would have moved into a motel far away. Very scary story!
I wasn't that brave Wonder, we stayed for about 5 more months when the lease expired, then we left, I might add a hurry. I would like to tell you about the old cellar in this place, wow, scary place, especially after all that happened.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
It is going to be a busy business day... lots of "bad guys" to corral. But I will try later or tomorrow; Sat.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stringer
Hi there Stringer!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stringer
Certain personalities are just more sensitive to things around us. I have had many incidents in my life but the following is one that I find difficult to shake or understand because it is within my belief, that when a person dies, they do go on from here and don't hang around!! We ran around with a couple. Both were very likeable but while the man would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, he trusted no one. He would never turn his back on a person. He always carried a pistol and back then (several years back), I am not sure he had a firearms carry permit or not. One time he picked up a hitch hiker (as he stated, he sure hated to see some one stranded) and he had his leather jacket on, the passenger began to reach into his pocket. Our friend, had his hand inside his jacket as they traveled and just casually, cocked back the hammer as the other guy reached into his jacket. The conversation never stopped but the passenger, very carefully and slowly, pulled his hand back out and sat with his hands on his legs, in the open from then on. I said all of this to sort of preface the ending. Time passed, the couple divorced but my friend always loved this man. They married really young had two children, grandchildren but as things often do, fell apart and they parted. He remarried later, had retired from his life long job and purchased a little grocery/gasoline station down by one of many lakes. Word came that our friend had been killed. Shock barely touched what we felt and no understanding of what happened. As details emerged, a young boy was arrested, just walking down the country road. Our friend had given he and his family groceries when they were out of money many times and had extended credit for gasoline and gave gasoline for their truck when needed. Our friend never turned his back on anyone as I stated yet, this one day, the young guy came in and our friend walked to the back of the store to get something for the guy and the guy stabbed our friend to death then simply walked away. No drugs were involved, he took no money, had blood on him. We had been through our own trauma during this time and wanted to be there for the family as they had been for us. I went to court everyday in another county. There was never a change of expression on the young mans face as it was told what had happened. He received the death penalty and has been put to death.
Ok, I am a stickler for details and journaling, as you can see! I am wordy, forgive, I digress. Okay, one evening, after going through all the trial, etc. I had written in my journal on the events of the day. It was winter and I was cold and was standing in front of our furnace as I reread my entries to make sure I had not made mistakes or had not left details out. As I stood there, I not only felt someone was standing behind me but saw A.J. standing just behind my right shoulder, saw his face as he peered over my right shoulder reading my journal. I turned around quickly and no image, nothing. Being a person, as I said of believing as I do, I didn't share this for a bit. Later, my friend, his ex-wife shared with me that she had seen him ascending her stairs inside her townhouse apartment and on two other occasions, saw him in her house. (He had never lived in that house with her as they had divorced long time past). It was almost like he was trying to grasp what had happened. The question that will always remain with us is why did A.J. turn his back on someone, this one time, when he never had before in all the years we had known him. Sweet man, giving man, distrusting man, except this one time.
Great story Jrebel, not being an expert in these matters (doubt that anyone really is) I would wonder if that is really why. He is shocked and trying to understand exactly what had occurred to him?Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
Hey there Stringer,
LOL Who knows but true stories such as the one you shared and this one and others who share their experiences are always interesitng to me. I just don't dwell on them or try to figure them out too much. Always makes fur a good story though! :) Miles to go before I sleep!
Understood, best to maybe put them in the back of your mind.:)Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
We should put together an AMHD book and get it published. Jreb and Stringer will be in the "Things That Go Bump in the Night" chapter.
Yeah I guess Wonder (ful person?), but the true story would be me waking to go to the bathroom and that "thump" would be my toe and the pretty words that would follow... waking my beautiful wife... oh no, not again.:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
Ok, I should elaborate here but I only have a minute.
Keeping in mind the "occurrences" I spoke of before, I have to tell you that this house had a very "spooky" cellar. Dark with only several light bulbs hanging from long electrical cords. Many different rooms, cravennesses, old furniture with cobwebs covered with old dusty sheets. A little damp and a lot dungy. A lot of very personal history was stored here.
Remember that Mrs. Prichard loved her old things and kept almost everything, apparently she didn't throw away anything. It didn't seem that anyone had gone through this cellar after she died, nothing was disturbed. There were some very small windows but they didn't allow much light through. That light that did filter through was very dim because the windows were dirty and covered with those cobwebs.
Several times I had to go down there; fuse box, etc. A couple times, (during the day) I ventured down just to look around.
You ALWAYS had a very strange feeling when down there. A feeling that there was a lot of their history here and that you may not be welcome... you were an outsider.
Well... before all the things that happened, my ex-wife wanted to go and look at everything. Let me tell you that we found some very interesting things, old, very old pictures, books, a box that was full of old lace, old china, etc. Everything was covered with these sheets that had about an inch of dust-just like the attic.
There were about 8 different rooms, one was an old coal room that still had coal even though the house was converted to gas heat now. It was as if time had stopped and everything just stayed the same since the last person was there, apparently many years ago. She uncovered many things, we spent about two hours looking through many boxes that were stored neatly.
When we were ready to go back upstairs I mentioned to my ex that we should put everything back neatly as we found it... She said that wasn't necessary, "who is going to care about this stuff?
I have to admit, I always had some anxiety when I had to go down there and felt that things should have been put back in the same order as before.
Two days after the experience with my son (sitting at the top of the stairs) a fuse blew out.
With a flashlight in hand for additional light I went down by myself. I had told her about the incident with Bryan and she didn't want to go down there...now.
Went down, replaced the fuse, all was fine. As I went back up the cellar stairs about half way up something tugged on my foot. This was NOT my imagination, something held my left foot for about a second or two. I jumped forward and pulled my leg up, I felt the resistance. I think I literally got to the top of the stairs in one jump.
I tried to tell her what happened, of course she didn't believe me. It is so easy to just say; "you're crazy, you have a fantastic imagination." "You are just trying to scare me, stop it!"
Only after all the rest occurred did I hear her mention to Mrs. Janeiro that I had this "thing" happen in the cellar. Mrs. Janeiro told her "you are messing with something you do not understand sweety."
Now you are really creeping me out, Stringer!
Wonder, I haven't told this story to too many people. There is something that my Mother told me after I told her what was going on. She simply said "listen to me, don't talk about this, you will bring them back, they can attach themselves to you and follow you wherever you go.."Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
So I have pretty much stopped telling people. When I did tell everyone that would listen shortly after it all happened, people had many different reactions. But since I swear this happened, I came to realize that most did believe me because I was telling the truth. I found people staring in my face to see if I WAS being truthful. And in most all of them I could see that they did believe me. Funny, but after a while that gave me some reassurance, some peace of mind, that some really did.
Clough where are you lately?
Reading your story that has taken me forever to get to. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stringer
Stringer, you are NOT windy! You are an excellent story teller! Had me on the edge of my seat, and I LOVE stuff like this! :) You had me caught up in it from the word "go".
For the record... I believe you.
Hugs, Didi
Thank you Gram, as I said it is reassuring that people do. Not many, but some over the years have laughed or believed that it wasn't true. I can again tell you that it was (period)Quote:
Originally Posted by grammadidi
When I think of those instances where people didn't I think possibly that they did but it made them feel better or even safer if they said they did not.
Thank you again,
Stringer:)
Just thought that it might be a good time to revive this thread! Even though it's somewhat dated, information posted it on it could be a good resource for others searching for this kind of thing.
Glad that you restarted it Clough.
Thanks, Stringer! I don't think that it's going to be that visible though because it's already old and, to my understanding because of the way the system works, it will only show up in the topic area and not on the pages in general where things are currently happening. I hope that made sense...Quote:
Originally Posted by Stringer
Yep, it did. Then I would suggest that you start another one now but just change the "heading" some?Quote:
Originally Posted by Clough
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