Posted on 10/31/2017 4:30:22 PM PDT by LouieFisk
The ones I’m talking about are usually 15/16 and show up with just a bag. No costume and wanting handouts.
Throwing eggs, soaping windows, and draping toilet paper around houses was for babies.
A house on the next block used to put up an ornate, extravagant Halloween display with corn stalks, witches, goblins, scarecrows with jack-o-lantern heads, etc. all over their front lawn. It looked sort of like this:
Did you ever wonder how long it would take something like this to go up in flames if you ever applied one match to it?
About three houses up the street, running in terror at full speed.
“I had a premonition that free republic was going to go down last year on election day and night and john could not get it back up till saturday after the election”
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Exorcising a CPU takes time.
You went as an arsonist for Hallowenn? Oy!
Now, if we were in the country, I’d go along with moving an outhouse back, but never torching anything!
Reader’s Digest:
“These Chilling Real Ghost Stories Will Make You Believe”
https://www.rd.com/culture/ghost-stories
Not really a scary story, but perhaps one about the loosening of material bonds/limitations near death.
My grandmother died at the age of 94. I had nursed her at her home over a long period, from the time she began to fail until her death. For the last five months of this time, she was basically what we unfortunately call a ‘vegetable; she was bed-ridden, blind and deaf, and she didn’t recognize anybody anymore. There was no way to actually converse, because what was left of her mind was all over the place. When she spoke at all, her words made no sense – usually she was calling to relatives long dead; and once, she seemed to be seeing Jesus.
During that time, I had to do laundry by going out of the apartment and to the back of the building, into a laundry facility. One day in deep November, when it was very cold, I was walking back there with a load of laundry. I was tired, sad, worn out from the work of caring for her, and very depressed by the impending loss of this person who had been my ‘mother’, really, and my greatest friend. But I happened to notice that even in the cold, there was a lush, perfect patch of beautiful clover growing. It inspired me and lifted my spirits so much that I felt a great rush of happiness and relief.
When I got back into the apartment, I puttered around for a while and then went back to the bedroom, to check on my Grandmother. Out of the blue, she said very coherently, “Wasn’t that clover beautiful?” The most clear, coherent speech we’d heard from her in many months.
Remember, she was blind, deaf, absolutely bed-ridden, and mostly out of her mind at that point. There was no way that she could have gotten out of bed, looked out the window, and seen the clover.
This wasn’t the only time it happened. A friend of mine who sometimes helped me with her care experienced something very similar a little while later, where Granny seemed to know of an item that had been brought into the house, but which she couldn’t possibly have known about.
This always seemed to me to be evidence of a ‘blurring’ of the boundaries between minds, which may happen near death, and which many people seem to have noticed. I don’t know – it’s one of those mysteries that many of us experience but can’t explain.
I occasionally drive past that house when I'm back visiting family members who still live in that neighborhood. I get flashbacks of the whole thing, including the startling speed with which the police and fire department responded. LOL.
Last night on Scorpion one of the guys put a sign around his neck that read “I love ceilings”. He said he was a ceiling fan.
Sorry, but this thread is for scary things, not bad puns. So your pun will have to confiscated for my use at some later date.
Besides, puns about fans tend to just go round and round, ad ifinitum.
Seeing how close we came to have killary as prez.
Bump
“it’s one of those mysteries that many of us experience but can’t explain.”
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Yes, indeed. I’ve heard of so many similar instances where I just have to go along with Shakespeare:
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
(Hamlet Act 1, scene 5)
“I occasionally drive past that house when I’m back visiting family members who still live in that neighborhood.”
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As long as you keep that Bic lighter in your pocket as you drive by, things will be fine.
:D
Someone today posted about an old radio program called ‘The Thing on the Fourble Board’ which aired in 1948. The reviews and comments on it sound like it’s perfect for tonight:
https://www.quietplease.org/index.php?section=episode&id=60
If you wanna see a really good scary movie with nary a slasher or rampant CGI, try “The Univited” from 1944.
Trailer here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siqSUaML-Ig
Oooh! Saving that!
For a brief instant I think I knew what was going through Lt. Calley's mind.
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