Posted on 10/30/2015 4:11:48 PM PDT by Swordmaker
Whatever happened to Curly?
I don’t think he has posted anything in years.
The goblins carried him off to the nether regions.
(Don’t know. Maybe he got off’d with Quix.)
I’ve read this before(?) it’s still a creepy tale.
I had a few personal experiences while a student at Gettysburg College. One was a quite vivid encounter with what I will swear to my dying day was a Confederate officer.
His last post was in 2010. Not banned or suspended.
Clean,
Spooky story.
Sooo ... I used to own a house built in 1890. LOVED that old dump and worked very hard on it.
Many nights, around 3:00am I would hear three sharp knocks. Rapid, but with a pause between. Sometimes on my bedroom door, sometimes on my headboard. NO LIE.
I never felt afraid, but did wake up, of course.
Once, in the second floor sitting room I saw a figure of a man. He didn’t seem menacing, just observant. Another time I saw a similar figure outdoors in the backyard. I had a feeling of “approval” wash over me. He was tall and thin, with a blue shirt. Over five years I heard the knocks countless times. I finally moved and sold.
Couldn’t keep bats out of that place, and if it’s one thing I cannot deal with - it’s BATS.
I have have a few other super spooky things happen elsewhere. VERY spooky.
It sounds as though you have quite a tale to tell.
Your school teams were called the Bullets, right? I dig that name LOL. Knew an intern who went to school there and he told me a story that after 9 PM, he would still be there and nothing happened.
On his senior year, there was one night he and his bud were trying to break into the side of the building to get into the swimming area (not sure if it’s there) and he swears in an animated expression he hears almost like a person was beside him say “halt Yankee”.
Lol!
Large Marge.
I wonder what the importance of the three knocks is in both of our stories is. . . strange.
I don’t know. But it was always three. And my husband says there is something about the 3:00 hour, but I can’t recall what he told me.
I have seen some things, and I have heard some things. The most profound noises I ever heard were in Savannah GA. Crap. Horrible sounds. Layers and layers of wailing.
I wonder what the importance of the three knocks is in both of our stories is. . . strange.
"When associated with the afterlife, the Number 3 is often talked about with "death occurring in threes"."
You should see the European version of that album cover.
I like that part where it’s everyone’s imagination until Mama sees it, then they’re gone within the hour.
The naked girls spread? I think they had that here. Just inside the double fold album cover.
Yes. My folks took me to England when I was 14. When I spotted that cover, well, let’s just say I was impressed!
Mrs. Smith was quite a little old lady when I knew her. She lived in an apartment across the hall from Irene on 22nd and I Street, in fact in the apartment right below the apartment Irene rented to my parents when they came to Sacramento in 1939 when my dad got a job as an aircraft mechanic at McClellan Army Air Field.
Mrs. Smith stood about 4'6" tall and always wore black victorian dresses with white ruffles at her throat. She would never miss a Wednesday, Friday or any Sunday Mass, and would walk to them despite her advanced age. As I recall, she finally passed away at 102 years old, still living in that apartment. She was a no-nonsense type of woman and took no guff off of anyone.
Irene was a hoot! She called my mom one day and asked if she could borrow my older sister and me for a while to help her count her money. When we got to her apartment Irene explained that she never paid for anything with exact change. . . only with currency. The change went into her purse until her purse got to heavy to carry, then she dumped it into a box on her desk, until it got full, then she dumped it into a trunk in her closet. Well, now the trunk was full and she had to empty it. . .
I've never seen so many coins in one place in all my life. . . I was thirteen at the time and my sister was 14, and we spent hours and hardly made a dent in the contents of that trunk, which was about 20" by 20" by 36" long and much too heavy to pull out of the closet. There were lots of $20 St. Gauden's and Double Eagle Gold coins, Hundreds of silver dollars, half-dollars, quarters, etc. I told Irene she should take all of this to a coin shop, but she said she was just going to take it all to a bank. . . I had stacks of the gold coins on the fireplace mantel- there were thousands of dollars in just those. I finally did convince her to take those to a coin shop on J Street that was close to her bank (my mom was going to have to drive her, because she didn't drive), but all the silver and everything else was going to the bank. I never did here how much the total in cash was. . .
” There were lots of $20 St. Gauden’s and Double Eagle Gold coins, Hundreds of silver dollars, half-dollars, quarters, etc. “
And to think I got excited because I got a 1930 Lincoln Cent in change yesterday...
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