Ghost Stories

[IceSaber]

I thought it might be fun to hear ghost stories...

[wmangum35]

*Takes out flashlight*
*Has no good ghost stories and waits for other to chime in*

[IceSaber]

*sits crosslegged on floor and holds flashlight under chin*
*giggles nervously*

[wmangum35]

*Falls asleep*

[puck_it]

i used to know this freaky one from back up in jersey but im afraid ive forgot most of the details. and it doesnt get done justice in text either.

[SouthernHockeyChick]

BOO!




Gotcha, didn't I? :laugh:

[PennsylvaniaCanesFan]

I'm gonna love this thread.

True story...

I was driving some friends homefrom a high school football game (all ladies mind you.) For kicks, we drove by the old abandoned church. I pulled up next to the gate. To my surprise, the gate was galf open. I knew the caretakers, and they are very responsible people. They would have never left it open. My female friends are a little wierded out, and want to go home. I agree. Ironiclly, the gate swings fully open, although it is a calm night. I put the car in drive and press the gas. The car rev's like it is in neutral. I put it in park and place it in drive again. Same thing. My friends are freaking out. I try it again, same result. By this time they are all grabbing me and screaming for me to do something. I tried it again, and the car chugged down the road, away from the church. Transmission problems? Not so. The car didn't do this before, and didn't do it after.

One of my Religious teachers afterward (whom I respect very highly) said, "Could it be that something wanted you to get out and close the gate? That's what I would have done."

Wierd huh?

[wmangum35]

True story...

I was driving some friends homefrom a high school football game (all ladies mind you.) For kicks, we drove by the old abandoned church. I pulled up next to the gate. To my surprise, the gate was galf open. I knew the caretakers, and they are very responsible people. They would have never left it open. My female friends are a little wierded out, and want to go home. I agree. Ironiclly, the gate swings fully open, although it is a calm night. I put the car in drive and press the gas. The car rev's like it is in neutral. I put it in park and place it in drive again. Same thing. My friends are freaking out. I try it again, same result. By this time they are all grabbing me and screaming for me to do something. I tried it again, and the car chugged down the road, away from the church. Transmission problems? Not so. The car didn't do this before, and didn't do it after.

One of my Religious teachers afterward (whom I respect very highly) said, "Could it be that something wanted you to get out and close the gate? That's what I would have done."

Wierd huh?
thats weird.....and scary......*cue the scary music*

[toastmasterbone]

Dang! I just found this thread... I'll post in a few. True story stuff. Right now, in my house stuff.

Gimme a few minutes. Get a beer.

[toastmasterbone]

[Recounted in the style of campfire horror stories for effect.]

We bought the McAdams place 5 years ago, out in northern Orange county. All farm land. We're on about 5 acres in the middle of maybe 300, so there are no houses around. You get the picture.

The house was built in 1882. Victorian farmhouse. That is to say, everything is wood: exterior siding, ceilings, floors, wainscoting walls. A fireplace in each room. In the summer, the chimney swifts get in the chimneys, and because they're incapable of perching (they can only "land" on a vertical surface), they flutter in the chimney, and it sounds like someone taking steps across a floor.

One night, my wife and I were watching a movie in the den. The lights were down, and a storm was approaching. We heard the flutter in our fireplace, and simply turned up the TV. We heard it again, and continued to ignore it. After much time had passed, and the volume rising steadily on the TV, the fluttering got a little louder--an uncommon event--and more exacting in its rhythm. Finally, at the end of a prolonged fluttering spell, my wife said, "Oh, just land, for sh!ts sake." At that moment, a loud thump was heard in the guest room above us, as if a large man had just jumped off the bed.

Brandishing a frighteningly hostile-looking knife, and telling my wife to get the shotgun, I went upstairs with my startled weimaraner. The room was empty. There was no sound whatsoever. I stood in the doorway, and suddenly the hair on my arms and neck rose. Not a feeling I had experienced before. I had heard of it, but had never seen the hair on my arms standing at attention.

I checked out the room, and went back downstairs. I checked the doors--all locked. I checked the windows and the closets. Nothing. We watched the rest of our movie, and after a final double-check of the house, went to bed.

On the following night, I went to bed early (early for me is before 2AM). My wife was sitting in the den talking on the phone to friends on the west coast, when she heard me walking in the room upstairs. She came up to see what had awoken me, but as she approached the top of the stairs, she could see that I was in our room, in bed, asleep.

A few days later, late at night, we were in the den again, and the fluttering started in the fireplace. It was immediately replaced by the sound of someone walking heavily upstairs. I started for my gun, and my wife explained the events that had happened earlier. She told me we had a ghost in the house. We sat downstairs listening to the ghost pace near the window. Sometimes, it would stop, then walk in a circle, and then sit in a chair and rock, 10 feet above our heads. It should be pointed out that we have no rocking chair in that room, yet the ghost sits, rocks, and drags the chair closer to the window, then back again. This continues for hours.

We became pretty accustomed to the sounds, and in truth, grew to like the ghost being in the house. On two occasions, we each separately walked in to the room, and addressed her (we think it's Ms McAdams watching the fields... we have a photograph of the original family, and she was a tall, stocky woman with thick work boots). I told her, "Look. You're welcome to stay, and we like having you here, but there need to be some rules. First, no throwing things. Second, we often have guests sleeping in this room. Please don't pace near the window if there's someone here. Also, if you want to leave the room, please do so, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer that you announce yourself. I'm not sure I can take any pulling off of your head stuff. Just give us a signal so that it doesn't surprise us, and then do what you like."

This worked great for about a year, and we'd hear her almost nightly, but never in a room other than the upstairs guest room. The only time she stopped is if company came by. Some friends would come over just to hear her, but she never made a sound in their presence.

That changed when a friend came up from SC to see a Canes game. After the game, we went home and put in a movie. All was fine for about an hour, until I heard the ghost walking. My wife heard it, too, and we exchanged a look. I turned up the volume on the TV. After a few minutes, our friend looked up and asked me to turn down the volume. I complied, and the walking was as methodical as ever. "I hear something." My wife and I puzzled. "Really? I don't hear anything." "Me, either." She persisted. "No, seriously. I think there's someone upstairs." I started smiling. "Wait... do you guys have a ghost?" Then, the realization. "Is it in my room?!" "Yeah, but really, there's nothing to worry--" "No f-in way am I staying in that room."

We had a few more people stay in the room, and after they had gone to bed, we'd hear the walking and the rocking. We'd ask them about it in the morning, and most people were perturbed that they didn't hear it.

One night, I was working late. I was in a different room in the house, a room called the "marryin'-buryin' room" by people who know this house, as it was the original parlor where family members were married, and where the dead were laid in state before burial. I had just completed a long bit of writing, and turned down my music to read what I had written. It was 4 AM. After a while, I heard the footsteps. I looked up, shrugged, and went back to reading. Until it dawned on me that I was hearing the ghost in a room where it had not yet been. Then, the walking quickened, then stopped, and suddenly, the footsteps started coming down the stairs. It got to the landing, then turned for the final set of stairs. In our house, if you step off the last stair, your foot would be about 3 feet from where I was sitting in a room that had no other way out but the door at the foot of the stairs. When the footsteps were right next to me, I couldn't help saying, "Ya' know... I'm really not f-in ready for this." The steps stopped, then turned, and moved quickly up the stairs. The footsteps continued across the upstairs parlor to guest room and stopped.

We didn't hear the ghost for almost 2 years after that. It was my fault, since I clearly set up the rules, and didn't follow them. Footsteps coming down a stair is about the best way to announce one's presence, but I really didn't want to see her, especially with no way out of the room, and I chickened out.

Two weeks ago, however, my best friend came home for a visit from Japan, where he's been teaching for 5 years. He slept in the upstairs guest room. As luck would have it, the friend from SC was also here, and she slept in the "marryin'-buryin' room" (my office now in a renovated outbuilding). My best friend came to breakfast looking a bit pale, and gave us the following: "You used to have a ghost, right? Well, she's back."

He had been sleeping soundly, when he awoke to footsteps near the bed. Originally, he thought it was me, creeping in to retrieve something from the room. He wore a sleep mask, and just as he was about to lift it, all of the hair on his arms and neck rose. He didn't move. Then, something sat on the bed next to his feet. He kept perfectly still. After a few minutes, he said, "this really frightens me." After a few seconds, whatever was on the bed, got up, he heard four footsteps, and then nothing. After a while, he lifted his sleep mask, and there was nothing in the room, but his curtains were open near the window where the ghost walks.

He slept in the room for the next 3 nights, each night with my dog in the bed, and with his door open, but he didn't hear or feel anything for the rest of his stay.

We haven't heard anything since then (and I haven't heard anything for a couple of years), but we still talk to the ghost as if she's right there. My wife says she may have heard it last week, but it was only a few steps and then nothing.

Neighbors say they've never heard of anything like a machete-assault killing in the house, so I'm not too worried about it. The only thing that creeps me out is that my son woke up crying a few weeks ago, and when my wife went to check on him, I could hear him on the baby monitor saying, "There's a man. Right there, mommy. By the window. See? Right there." And my wife, "By this window? I don't see anyone." "He's right there, mommy." My son, who wasn't yet born when I had my ghost on the stairs encounter, sleeps in the room from where I first heard the footsteps originate when I was working in the marryin'-buryin' room.

That leaves me a bit rattled.

But my wife thinks that our son's nightlight aquarium in his crib was casting a shadow of his Stormy doll up against the wall, and I'm good with that.

[apolinar]

Two true stories:

In Hawaii there are lots of ghost encounters you can test... from taking home lava rocks and getting cursed to lots of raw pork encounters. Well one of my buddies from Hawaii asked me if I wanted to test a certain ghost encounter on Kamehameha Highway. There is a haunted side road that you allegedly encounter a ghost when you drive with raw pork in the car. Seeing nothing else to do in Hawaii (yeah right) and wanting to get the full Greg-Brady-tiki-doll experience of my one week trip I agreed. My friend had heard from others about their experiences but he himself did not test it.

We stopped at the supermarket, got our pork, and made onto the highway. We come up along this one side road and my friend says "here we are" and we pull off down this side road thick with forestry and palms overhanging the road as if it hadn't been maintained for a reason. As we went down the road at a creeping 15 mph all of a sudden the lights go out in the car and the engine shuts off. My friend did nothing except scream in fear. With his hands off the steering wheel and engine off we came to a stop, then the car started moving backwards, uphill, all on its own with the engine off. The hairs on my entire body were straight up and tingling. My friend is frantically trying to restart the car with no success. Not even any clicking or turning over when he cranked the key. The only light was moonlight and the lush forestry almost made it pitch dark as our car was being pushed backward by some force that didn't want us nor the pork in its presence..

Kamehameha Highway runs through several mountains and this side road was on one. Without any lights both me and my friend started freaking out that we were maybe going to go off the edge of the road. My friend yells out terrified "throw the pork out! Throw it out the window!" And with that I reached back, grabbed the pork, and out it went.

The engine finally cranked and started, lights on, and we booked outta there. Never mess with the spirits of Hawaii.

Story #2:

The home I grew up in was built in the 60's and the kid who lived there before our family was obviously into some alternate stuff. The highest bedroom in the house was next to the attic and had black paint, and he had all these posters he left behind that were of the devil or skeletons. My parents wanted to give me this bedroom when we moved in but I was so terrified by what I saw in the bedroom that they gave it to my sister who didn't care. They painted over the black paint with several coats of paint and all seemed fine.

I slept in the room directly beneath the black room and attic and would wake up at times hearing clanging and clicking coming from the room. I'd check on my sister and look for a reason for the noise but she was sound asleep and no windows were open etc. I heard these noises occasionally and thought nothing of it for the next 8 years. Until we made a mistake.

Me and my sisters got into Ouija boards when we were in our teens and used it in my sister's room since it was the furthest from where my parents were, and at times we would do it in the attic. Our parents got rid of the board we found in the attic when we moved in because they didn't want us messing with it, but my sisters and I ended up making a makeshift ouija board out of paper and a glass we drank from. The glass made a characteristic but eerie, High-pitched scraping noise as it moved along the paper over a wood floor. We had great fun with the board calling multiple spirits. But my one sister was fascinated with the Doors at the time and called the spirit of Jim Morrison into the glass. However I don't think we got Jim Morrison.

When she called Morrison we got one of the most angry, malignant spirits on the board. When he answered he moved the glass with force and in staccato movements to the "yes and no" positions, unlike the smooth movements of all the previous spirits. And the glass's high pitched screech was more powerfull and loud that we asked the spirit to leave for fear of alerting our parents about our activity, as well as our fear that we brought in a "bad spirit". Well after releasing the spirit we all thought that was the end of our ouija board experiments because we got too freaked out with this spirit, and the sense of anger we got from it.

The next week while sleeping in my bedroom I would hear the glass screeching and sliding sound characteristic of our makeshift board coming from the attic, combined with the previous clanging and clicking that I remembered from when we first moved in and had not experienced for years. I couldn't sleep, and each night like clockwork at 1am the high pitched glass sliding would begin. I told my sisters about it and they didn't believe me as they hadn't heard it. But I invited one sister to sleep on the floor one night and she heard it too and I got more terrified when I saw how fearful my older sister was. Then even more fearful when she woke up my other sisters to tell them we had to go to the attic.

We went up there and there was the glass in the middle of the room, out of the box we had put it in to prevent anyone from drinking out of it.

We used the board to see what was wanted of us. We asked the spirit to leave once again and all we got was "NO" in a forcefull movement whenever asked. We asked if it was still Jim Morrison. It first answered yes, then slowly moved to "No" Then the glass would just keep moving in a circle, over and over and over. Then we asked what he wanted. The glass spelled out "out of attic." Then it stopped and didn't move anymore. We turned the glass over hoping that the spirit was done with us.

Well, trying to do something my sisters took the glass to school and threw it out in the school dumpster and we never saw it again nor did we ever ouija again. However every night from then on when you sleep in my old room, you hear a glass slide against the wood floor once or twice through the night, loud enough to wake you up. I visited home a year ago and the sound was still there.

:crazy:

[apolinar]

Double posted by Jim Morrison

[caniac_26]

Aw, cool! I love hearing ghost stories! I'll share my 3 or 4 experiences...

*My grandpa died before any of the grandkids were born. But my grandma says that his ghost visited every one of us when we were little. She said we all at some point had come to her talking about a 'man in the kitchen'.

*One of my high school friends now lives in VA near the James river/Williamsburg area and I spent a weekend with her. The first night, I woke up hearing a train whistle. When I asked her about the next morning, she said that there were tracks nearby, but they hadn't been used in ages. *cue Twilight Zone music*

*In the town where I went to high school there is a legend about a guy years ago that had lost his head in a train accident and if you go to a particular road where the tracks cross, park, and walk down a ways, you can see a light that is supposedly the ghost looking for his head. There have even been scientists down that particular stretch of tracks trying to prove that it was swamp gas emission creating the light and not something supernatural. They were unsuccessful. I had the bejeezus scared out of me one night when a group of us high schoolers were down there trying to invoke "the light". It appeared, maybe 100 yards away. We started to walk towards it and then heard a thumping noise. All of a sudden the light was only maybe 50 yards away and that was too close for us. We took off back to the car, screaming like banshees, with me in the lead because it wasn't my car we were riding in and there was no way I was getting left behind for being slow. :lol:

*My most recent encounter happened in Ireland, but I didn't even know it until I got back home! I think it was day 3 of my week-long stay and I went to Blarney Castle. Next to the castle is a Rock Close, which was used by the Druids as a holy place where rituals and sacrifices and what-not were performed. I had been taking photos with a plain-old 35mm camera the entire week. When I got home, and got all the film developed, I noticed 3 photos that were all blurry and distorted. At first I was ticked off, because I thought something was wrong with my camera or the film. But all the pictures before and after those three came out perfect. Then I realized those 3 pics were taken inside the Druid Rock Close. Honestly, I didn't feel a "presence" when I was walking around the Close and snapping pictures; there were tourists milling around everywhere talking and providing distraction. But apparently, Something was out there. I'll submit my "Ghosties on Film" for your review...

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[PennsylvaniaCanesFan]

Good stories people, keep them coming...
Some comments for the stories

Toast, ever try asking her to communicate with you? Perhaps some simple yes or no questions. Make sure there are someone else there with you though. Just in case...

Apolinar, if you ever get the chance, take the glass and throw it out of the attic if you can. Make sure the glass breaks though. If a spirit is trapped, opening a door, even demolishing the house will not work. The esseance (sp?) will still be there in the other realm. The link between is the glass. But then again, releasing it could open a whole new set of problems.

I'm no expert, but I read more then enough books and things. And again I will defer to my religious teacher who had an interest in such events. She taught me everything I wanted to know.

[apolinar]

Glass is gone years ago in the high school dumpster.... :eek:

[toastmasterbone]

^ Uh-oh.

^^ Tried talking to her with "yes" or "no," Penn, but nothing. We brought a friend of my mother-in-law's to the house who's "got a sense for such things," and without telling her about the ghost, took her on a tour of the house. In the car ride back to her house in Martinsville, she told Ma that "it's a beautiful house, but you might want to tell them they have a spirit upstairs."

We thought about maybe setting up a checker board and seeing if she plays. I just have to remind myself to lose.

[ONeillsNo1Fan]

Well mine isn't as fun, but I'll go ahead. In 12th grade I took a class about the Civil War. The best part about it: the 3 day field trip to visit different battle fields. Well the 2nd night we get to Harper's Ferry in West Virginia and stay the night at a hotel called Hilltop House. Apparently, this hotel is very very very haunted. There are different stories about who all goes there...John Brown, one of Brown's friends who did a whole lot of killing in his beliefs of abolition, and this girl who died in a fire there. The tradition is that the entire group goes to this little "media" house on the side. It has games and a tv and all that fun stuff. What does this tradition include? Watching The Shining of course. So we're all freaked out...watching the movie, staying in a haunted hotel. Three of my friends and I have had enough of the movie (I knew I wouldn't sleep that night...) so we go to the lobby and look at the photo albums that the hotel and its guests have put together. In all the pictures you can see TONS of white floating orbs. They just randomly show up in the pictures...but theres nothing there when you actually take it. I had a couple show up in my pictures...if I can scan them, I'll post them. The people who work there told us that they've actually seen Civl War soldiers appear for a few seconds. They also hear chairs being thrown (when none were), hear people talking (and no one was there)...ahh good times. It's a really great place if anyone ever goes up in that direction.

[raleighcanesfan]

Cool podcast, hometowntales.com, where they review local legends, ghost stories, and much more. Check it out...

[StormShaman]

I've not had any ghost encounters per se, but at work we do have elves (not the Legolas kind--these are more like house-spirits or brownies) that live in the store and land-wights that live outside the store.

Whenever things start breaking down at the store or one of my co-workers gets a cold that s/he can't seem to shake or whatever, I'll head back into the cooler and break a beer as an offering to the alfar (elves) and things will be right for a few months--but only if it's good beer....and by "good", I mean "compared to the trailer-park swill that we normally sell"--so it's Heineken, Corona, or Molson for the little folk. Though every once in a while, the alfar take things into their own hands. There was one day bout a year or so ago when the delivery guy for one of our beverage vendors had a big load of stuff in the store waiting to be checked in--he turned his back for a moment and went to use the gents' while I was helping a couple customers before going to check him in (RIO: this is Rodney we're talking about, btw), and all of a sudden:

*CRASH*

I watched as the very stable-looking stack of the most expensive beer he brought in (Corona and Molson) fell over and went crashing to the floor. Beer went all over the floor in this huge flood--I swear, a miniature tidal wave of beer crashed against the coffee island like it was the cliffs of Dover during a storm. I ran to grab the broom and dustpan for the glass, and the mop and bucket for the spilt beer.

The interesting part of all this? The volume of beer that was mopped up was nowhere near the volume of beer that got spilled--and everything at the store ran quite smoothly for a good few months or so. I suspect we had some very happy elves during that time.

:smoke:

[Ashleygirl]

I saw a ghost. I was the caretaker for the senior center in a small Alaskan fishing town. Most of my duties were just cleaning the place at night and in return I got the best apartment in town for cheap rent. One night I had already cleaned, shut off all the lights and gone back into my apartment. I remembered something and went back into the center and as I walked past the reception area, I looked across the room and there was a full image ghost walking down the hallway. He was a little old man, with blue jean overalls and a plaid shirt shuffling down the hall, but he was complately covered -outlined in a blue glow. I didn't feel like he was going to harm me, but I shot back into my apartment as fast as I could move anyway. I always turned all the lights on from then on when I was going into the center. I never mentioned it to anyone, but a month or so later someone who worked there asked me about the ghost, so I know it wasn't just me seeing things!

Second story is about my beloved Ashley. She was my Keehond companion for years. When I had to finally have her put down, I cried and cried and begged her to come back to me (never do this). I meant maybe reincarnation, but she misunderstood my intent. My sister was visiting a month later and she was laying on an air mattress in the living room watching tv, when something walked down the mattress behind her, stepping on her hair. She rolled over to yell at me, but I was five feet behind her stretched out on the couch. She insisted it was my Ashley, but I just laughed. Two days later she had left and I was laying on the mattress and same thing happened to me! No one else was home and something distinctly walked down the mattress behind me! My mom lived with me and twice she awoke to see my dog sitting on the end of her bed, while my new Keeshond was sleeping in the doorway. Everytime I walked the new dog, sticks and twigs cracked behind us the whole trip. I got so used to the noise that it was comforting to know she was with us. I moved away, but she must have stayed behind. I miss her :cry:

[caniac369]

Wake Forest-Rolesville HS has a separate building for their theater. It was built back in 1989 or 1990 and to my knowledge there wasn't anything crazy that happened there to cause a ghost (killing, suicide, etc.) and I'm not sure if this story is still told.

Strange things would happen- cans of paint falling off seemingly stable shelves, hearing the sound of a slamming door when they were all locked from the inside, the light in the light booth at the back of the auditorium turning off or on when nobody was up there, power tools cutting off in the middle of use, footsteps back stage when everyone was out in the house area, etc. Nobody was ever seriously injured; I think someone fell off a ladder but was ok.

The disturbances were blamed on a ghost that was named 'Daphnie'. I move to NC and began school @ WF-R in 1991 in the middle of the 10th grade and was told about Daphnie from various upperclassman. I dismissed the stories as upperclassmen trying to frighten the new kid.

Well, one Saturday afternoon we were having a work day for sets for a show and I was painting a set out in the middle of the stage. I had just been in the 'paint room' where all the paint, tools, etc. where stored of to the side of the stage and had put a circular saw up on the tool shelf. Several classmates had just left to go pick us up lunch and I was alone in the auditorium on the stage painting the set. The Drama Teacher and the assistant Director where down at the end of the hall in her office. The outside door to the paint room was locked from the inside and the only way in or out was through the side door which was in my line of sight.

Suddenly I hear the sound of a circular saw in the paint room. On for 5 seconds, then off. On again for about 10-20 seconds, and then off again. Then again, but louder, like it was coming toward me. I bolted out the side door of the auditorium down the hall to the drama teachers office. The three of us went down and looked in the paint room. The saw, which earlier I had put on the shelf, was sitting in the middle of the floor.

[IceSaber]

Awesome stories! I'm SO glad I started this...but also glad I read them during the day...I've got one, I need to collect my thoughts...

[Caniac]

HEY!

Those smells that come in the night are coming from the dog!

[Mona]

Just learned about this thread from a friend and decided to post my experience. Halloween is my favorite holiday by the way. :beatup:

The only experience I have had was in Key West. We rented a house and it was an old house that had been remodeled and was very nice. While there, we had a little bell with a string for the doorbell... the first night we were there, we heard the bell ring... go to the door ....nobody there... the living room would become bone chilling cold at odd times day and night... the lights over the pool exploded one night..and on the last night we were there, the bell rang again. The bell was right next to the door and the porch was pretty big so there was not a quick opportunity for someone to ring it and run. And here comes the clincher.. before going to sleep our final night, we had gathered our stuff and put it in one area so that we wouldn't forget anything ...there were some bags with soveniers in them and those bags kept moving for no reason and in the wee hours of the morning, we could hear footsteps and nobody was in the house but us. We were petrified. We asked the rental agency later on if anyone had said anything but they said no. I definitely think something was there.

My dad had passed away 2 weeks earlier and I wondered if it might have been him. :sad:

Awesome story toastmasterbone. :eek: :crazy:

and Ashleygirl your story about something stepping on your sister's hair made me think of something that happened when I was a teen... I was lying in bed and the bathroom was across from me.. I was lying on my back and I felt someone enter the foot of my bed and it was like they had their hands on each side of me and where climbing over me.. I could feel the bed actually going down.. I looked at the bathroom door to make sure I was actually awake and I could see the outline of the light around the cracks in the door... I couldn't open my mouth to scream or speak.. :eek2:

[ONeillsNo1Fan]

I just choose not to comment on that last part. :laugh: :p :kiss:

[Mona]

I just choose not to comment on that last part. :laugh: :p :kiss:

Hush.. I was just a sweet little youngin' at that point.. and a skeered one.. :p

[puck_it]

I looked at the bathroom door to make sure I was actually awake and I could see the outline of the light around the cracks in the door...

now mona, its not safe to leave candles burning while you sleep. that is what you had to use for light when you were a child, right?

[Mona]

I looked at the bathroom door to make sure I was actually awake and I could see the outline of the light around the cracks in the door...

now mona, its not safe to leave candles burning while you sleep. that is what you had to use for light when you were a child, right?

Smartass!! :p :p :p

I had to leave the candles burning in case I needed to go to the outhouse or get the horse and buggy ready for travel...

Smartass!! :p :p :p