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Ghost Story
London Free Press ^
| 30 Apr 04
| Ian Gillespie
Posted on 04/30/2004 7:12:03 PM PDT by CurlyBill
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:12:04 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
To: CurlyBill
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:13:55 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
(Democrats = John Kerry reaching for your back pocket while Barney Frank reaches for the front.)
To: Prime Choice; The Great RJ; Ciexyz; B4Ranch; johnny7; Monty22; Badeye; Sam's Army; Viking2002; ...
Ping!
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:14:40 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
(Democrats = John Kerry reaching for your back pocket while Barney Frank reaches for the front.)
To: CurlyBill
When you hear a host story from someone who experienced it first hand, there is no mistaking it. You can see it in their eyes.
Check back next Halloween and I'll recount the one from Fallon, Nevada that an old man told me.
To: CurlyBill
Thanks for the interesting post! Do you have a ghost story ping list? Please add me if you do.
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:26:00 PM PDT
by
Fedora
To: CurlyBill; Molly Pitcher; Jackie-O; MS.BEHAVIN; ride the whirlwind; prairiebreeze; lysie; ...
I love this stuff.. thanks Bill...
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:26:55 PM PDT
by
DollyCali
("Trying to keep the Freepers pulling in the same direction is like trying to herd cats." Richard Poe)
To: ElkGroveDan
Check back next Halloween and I'll recount the one from Fallon, Nevada that an old man told me. My wife and I were helping a friend with a production she was putting on at Piper's Opera House in Virginia City, Nevada. Piper's has been around since the Comstock days, c. 1860, and it's currently being renovated to it's past glory.
Anyway, my wife and I were backstage in a wing helping setup props for the show when my wife looked up onto a loft and said, "hey, where did that come from?". I looked up and didn't see anything and asked her what she saw. She said, "that headless mannequin--it wasn't there before". I didn't see anything and went about my business.
Later, my wife was recounting the tale to some other people there that night and supposedly that "mannequin" was one of the ghosts that haunts the old Opera House.
Believe it...Or Not!!
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:40:31 PM PDT
by
randog
(Everything works great 'til the current flows.)
To: CurlyBill
I'll share another one....
When I was a teenager, we had just moved into a modest 3/2 that was about 30 or so years old--nothing ancient by any means. One evening I was in the kitchen and the door to the garage opened slowly, I thought little of it figuring it was my dad coming inside. Well, when I turned back around to the door to speak to my dad no one was there. My dad then called to me from the living room (opposite direction) and the door then slammed very hard. This was immediately followed by a glass container sliding off the rear of the refrigerator and breaking on the floor.
A few years later, a girlfriend of mine was in front of a mirror applying makeup down the hall from me. I heard her call out my name in a questioning way. When I responded she asked who the guy was that was behind her in the hallway watching her in the mirror. (She thought I had let a friend in the house). Of course, no one was there!
To: ElkGroveDan
Come on Dan...let's hear it!
Everybody is up for a good ghost story, anytime.
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:50:30 PM PDT
by
Planet
To: randog
When I was a teenager, I was walking through the alley to go to a friend's house. It was nightime and windy. I happened to look in a backyard and saw a headless woman's form in a white gown. My first reaction was that it was so beautiful and sad.
My second reaction was realizing the house belonged to an artist who had painted my family's portrait. She had the mannequin set up for a garden scene for some newly wed.
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posted on
04/30/2004 7:51:40 PM PDT
by
Shooter 2.5
(Vote a Straight Republican Ballot. Rid the country of dems.)
To: CurlyBill
I experienced a "cold spot" once, while out walking late on a hot, humid summer night. It was in the center of a crossroad in a dark suburban neighborhood. I was about 20 years old.
It was really cold, in an area about 15 feet across. I lingered there for a few minutes, criss-crossing the area to convince myself it was real. It was too dark to see if my breath was condensing.
(steely)
To: Fedora
Thanks for the interesting post! Do you have a ghost story ping list? Please add me if you do. Just started one... and you are now on it.
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:23:40 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
(Democrats = John Kerry reaching for your back pocket while Barney Frank reaches for the front.)
To: Sam's Army
Oooh - spoooky! Those of us that have experienced something like this seem to have that same scenario. Casually think someone is there, but when you find out no one was, chills down the spine, man.
That said, have to share mine! I lived in Cripple Creek, CO back in the '80s for a bit. It was one of those gold rush mining towns gone bust. My very first job was at this ice cream parlor on the bottom floor of an old hotel, the Sarsaparilla Saloon. They were renovating the hotel part so it was full of junk, basically. They sent me up there to get some TP for the bathrooms. Of COURSE it was summer and a nice thunderstorm was brewing. So I go up there all by myself and at the END of the hall was the TP. Grab as many as I can carry and start heading back. Then I hear high heal footsteps behind me. Thought it was one of the other workers so I turned around. No one there, footsteps stopped. All my hairs stood on end and I raced down the hall, flew down the stairs and my stack of toilet paper went all over the place.
I read in some book somewhere that there is a long history of hauntings in that hotel. I get chills thinking about it...brrrrrr
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:32:15 PM PDT
by
momfirst
To: CurlyBill
Thank you!
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:37:20 PM PDT
by
Fedora
To: zip; BOBWADE
ping
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:43:38 PM PDT
by
zip
(Remember: DimocRat lies told often enough became truth to 42% of americans)
To: CurlyBill
Ohhhhh, can I be on your ghost ping list, too?
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:46:04 PM PDT
by
MaeWest
To: ElkGroveDan
I've had a three unrelated encounters with spirits myself. Only one will I relate. The others are too personally sensitive in nature to talk about with any less than a close friend and plenty of drink.
While staying in a cabin in Michigan, I neglected to empty an overfull garbage can from the kitchen.
When my wife arose that night at 3 AM, she screamed. The garbage can had been moved to block entry through the bathroom door.
No one could have come into the cabin that night and done that. I stared at the ceiling till dawn.
Not all spirits have physical bodies.
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:51:40 PM PDT
by
Barnacle
(Refuse to speak Leftist.)
To: MaeWest
Absolutely... you're in!
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:52:30 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
(Democrats = John Kerry reaching for your back pocket while Barney Frank reaches for the front.)
To: CurlyBill
No it was a courthouse. With lawyers and judges
I know. They're the ones that did the hanging.
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posted on
04/30/2004 8:55:00 PM PDT
by
Tribune7
(Vote Toomey April 27)
To: Tribune7
Like you, I was hoping that Toomey would beat Arlen Specter, who is nothing more than a watered down DemocRat. I'm disappointed in the Republicans up there (I'm in Maryland) who voted for him. I was more disappointed in his comments following the election. Not to worry .... I smell a reckoning!
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posted on
04/30/2004 9:00:45 PM PDT
by
CurlyBill
(Democrats = John Kerry reaching for your back pocket while Barney Frank reaches for the front.)
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