Posted on 10/31/2002 4:15:12 PM PST by Momaw Nadon
...While dating a local from a nearby town (which figured largely in the days preceding and following the battle) we were, "snuggling," one night and I was overcome with the feeling that we were not alone in the house (which was built on the foundation of a structure which had been in existence during the war.) As I brought it to her attention, we saw a Confederate officer walk by the doorway to the room we were in, peer briefly into the room, and walk on...
...about a year later, I received an art assignment which involved altering perceptions of mundane objects, basically making an everyday object seem dangerous. While most of my classmates were content to glue broken glass on a doorknob or razor blades on a toilet seat, etc. I opted to try something a little more cerebral. I've always loved calligraphy and had been studying medieval methods of manuscript illumination and decided to illuminate a dinner program for an, "evening in hell," where infamous guest lecturers would advance ideas on spreading evil. While doing miniature painting and calligraphy, I would frequently work with a jeweler's loop or with a desk top magnifying lens. While using vellum, gold leaf, some toxic pigments, inks and gums, I would wear a linen conservator's glove on my right hand to keep skin oils from contaminating the working surface. I'd then run a strip of drafting tape along my little finger and the outside of my right hand. As ink, paint, etc., would accumulate on the tape, I'd blot it on a separate peice of scrap paper to the side of my drafting table, while continuing to focus on the document I was producing. After an hour or two of focusing on the program, dwelling on the "guests," and their speaking topics, I sat back from the project and as I looked around, I noticed that the piece of paper on which I'd been blotting my hand held the image of a demonic face...not a Rorshach, "kind of looks like" image, mind you...but a realistic, detailed devil's face staring right back at me.
FWIW, I've never done illegal drugs in my life, and was stone sober during both incidents.
Today I had a freaked out engineer, a shrieking materials scientist, a sullen V.P. and a really sexy manager swirling around me all day. None could summon the mojo to get things to work! Boo!
I suspect that's where they put the drunk tourists after a day trip to Jerez, the sherry capital of the world.
I got home, turned on the tv and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat.
It was winter time, and I was staying at my grandmother's house while she was in Florida for the winter. No one else lived there.
I was home alone, and had just prepared my dinner and was watching tv. Probably Johnny Carson. As I was eating, there were suddenly footsteps walking around in the upstairs.
At first I thought no way. But, they kept walking around. I could tell from where the sounds were coming from that they were heading towards the stairs.
Don't ask me why, but I put my dinner on the sofa, and ran into the bathroom. My first thought was that perhaps there was an intruder in the house. So, while in the bathroom I left the light off, but had the door closed.
I can tell you, that my heart was beating so fast and so hard. I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard them in the kitchen to the left of the bathroom. Then I heard the footsteps coming down the hallway where the bathroom was.
Then I heard the footsteps go down the stairs into the basement. At this point, I really started wondering, because the door leading to the basement had a hook and eye latch.
After waiting a few minutes and not hearing anything else, I slowly opened the bathroom door, and looked at the basement door. It was still latched.
I cautiously went back to the living room and finished eating my dinner and watching tv, even though my mind would wander to what had occured now and then. I slept on the sofa with the light on that night, instead of upstairs where my room was.
I have no idea what went on, but I was scared when the footsteps went past the bathroom.
Tell us what happened.
LOL!!!
Absolutely terrifying! Always on the alert for an adventure I thought what better night than Halloween to explore the sinister, convoluted passageways of the DemonRatUnderground!! Oh the unspeakable horror!! I realized I was becoming confused and bewildered and that surely I had been transported to another dimension inhabited by chattering and shrieking aliens. My mind was spinning relentlessly and my stomach became so quesy I thought surely that one of them must be trying to eat its way out from the inside. Just when I feared I would be consumed by the darkness of the abyss I heard the faint echo of a familiar voice in the distance calling, "go toward the light; go toward the light." With the last ounce of strength I could muster I clicked my browser button, and I found myself back in the comfortable surroundings of Free Republic. Whew! That was close!
You must be brave!!!
ROTFL!
Highly symbolic, full of portent. Scariest Hallowe'en story so far. :)
You should have told him it was about legislation to regulate the prices of waitress sandwiches.
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