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    #121

    Oct 31, 2007, 08:30 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by jrebel7
    Ok Stringer! It sounds rather ominous!!! I may wait until light of day to read! LOL :p I will look forward to your story. Until later then! Enjoy the candy!!! ;)
    Thanks, but I have just lost 15 lbs and I am proud of that, I need to just walk away from the gooooood stuff.
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    #122

    Oct 31, 2007, 08:30 PM
    I have friends in Ohio. That state is full of weirdnesses.
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    #123

    Oct 31, 2007, 08:33 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by Wondergirl
    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.
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    #124

    Oct 31, 2007, 08:36 PM
    I look forward to reading your story!
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    #125

    Oct 31, 2007, 08:37 PM
    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...
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    #126

    Oct 31, 2007, 10:14 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by Clough
    A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY


    It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

    "Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

    Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

    "Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"

    "So, what is it?" Said Joey and Stevie.

    "Let's make some caramel onions and we can give them to Mr.Brock" I said.

    Joey thought that would be a good idea, because Mr. Brock would be surprised by the caramel onions because he would have thought that they were really some sort of sweet delight! However, Stevie had a different idea and said, "Since it is Halloween, I really think that we should do something to scare Mr. Brock!"

    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:
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    #127

    Oct 31, 2007, 10:48 PM
    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.
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    #128

    Oct 31, 2007, 10:57 PM
    Non Holiday story sounds better, I didn't know much about those to take the story anywhere..
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    #129

    Oct 31, 2007, 11:12 PM
    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.
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    #130

    Oct 31, 2007, 11:14 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by Stringer
    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.
    I would be very interested in seeing the story, Stringer! :)
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    #131

    Nov 1, 2007, 01:04 PM
    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...
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    #132

    Nov 1, 2007, 01:05 PM
    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...
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    #133

    Nov 1, 2007, 04:23 PM
    Wow... that's a creepy one!
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    Nov 1, 2007, 08:46 PM
    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.
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    Nov 1, 2007, 08:47 PM
    Stringer, also I have many questions. I will hold off on those also for a bit. More please!
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    Nov 1, 2007, 08:56 PM
    I agree jrebel... we need a whole new thread just for Stringers story!!
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    #137

    Nov 1, 2007, 09:13 PM
    Rank.. I was trying to go to bed...
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    Nov 1, 2007, 09:18 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by jrebel7
    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.
    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.

    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
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    #139

    Nov 1, 2007, 09:20 PM
    Quote Originally Posted by jrebel7
    Stringer, also I have many questions. I will hold off on those also for a bit. More please!
    I would be very interested in reading what happened to you, please post it.
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    Nov 1, 2007, 10:18 PM
    Stringer, I admire you for continuing to stay there. I would have moved into a motel far away. Very scary story!

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