To: Oberon
Here's one from Blacksburg, Virginia...At the author's written request on the page I'm not going to re-post it, but I will post a link to it.
This is Joel Furr's retelling of his experiences in the Lyric Theater in Blacksburg, Virginia, home of Virginia Tech. The Lyric is a big old dusty, ramshackle movie house that was rented periodically by the university as extra lecture hall space. I attended a class at the Lyric, but I never saw a movie there. The place is just full of old-timey atmosphere, and it's easy to believe that it's haunted if you believe in such things.
156 posted on
10/30/2006 5:26:13 AM PST by
Oberon
(What does it take to make government shrink?)
To: All
When I was a kid growing up in South Jersey I worked at a chicken farm owned by an old Ukrainian couple. Mr. & Mrs. Kushner. One day I asked Mrs. Kushner if she ever had seen a ghost. She told me this story;
When she was a young girl (in the 1920's) of about 12 years of age in The Ukraine, all the kids would walk to school. There was an old deserted house the all had to pass on the way to and from school. She told me there were always screams coming from this house when they would pass. Night time or daytime. All the kids would wait for one another and gather in a group down the road from the house,when all were together they would run as a group past the house as the screams emitted from the empty place. She said the towns people finally got feed up with this place and went to the church and demanded the priest do something. One Sunday the entire town gathered outside the old house and each with a lit candle followed the priest into the house,they went from room to room and prayed that the spirits would find peace. She told me the house was trembling and the screams scared everyone,but the priest told them not to be afraid. From the basement to the attic,from room to room the entire towns folk followed the priest and prayed. This seemed to quell the tormented spirits because she told me no more screams came from the old house.
I was a wide-eyed kid of about 11 years old when she told me this story. I never forgot it!
157 posted on
10/30/2006 7:04:20 AM PST by
4yearlurker
(12th district Freeper.)
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