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Two
Tales to Tell
1. Takes
place when I was young. We lived in Edgewood, in a rental
house on a cul de sac. My sister and I shared a room because
our little brother had just been born and he was given my
sister's old room since it was closest to our parent' room.
Our beds were on each side of the room, the headboards against
the wall on either side of a window. We faced the closet.
You know how kids are...and those closet doors on tracks?
Our dad finally just took those doors down because we were
always busting the doors off of the tracks. Since were still
pretty young...we didn't have a lot of hang up clothes,
so we put our dressers in the open closet...and the top
shelf of the closet was used to hold our dolls that we didn't
play with.
We don't have the history of the house...never did...but
we did have the classic "we think we have a ghost"
symptom of things disappearing and finding them in the most
oddball place a few days later...For one thing...it liked
spoons. It was always taking our spoons and a few days later,
we'd find them piled in a closet, or behind the couch.
Anyway, to get back to the original experience...
My sister and I were sleeping when we both seemed to just
wake up at the same time. Since we faced the closet while
we slept...we both saw the same thing. I know *I* saw one
of the dolls move on its own. At first it just moved...jerked
a bit...and then it stood up. hard to explain what it exactly
did...it just...stood up...and then started to move. Not
walk...not like a person might...it just moved. Both my
sister and I started screaming. Just before our dad came
running in...the doll jumped...or was tossed...or something...and
hit the floor. Our dad tried to tell us it just fell off
the floor, and my sister believed him for the longest time...but
there was no way for that doll to have landed where it did
without some sort of force behind it. It was too far from
the closet to have just fallen. We moved a couple of months
after that. During that time, nothing as significant as
the doll incident happened, though we continued to have
smaller strange things happen.
2. This one is my experience alone. I like to take cemetery
pictures, especially the older places with the stand up
headstones/monuments. This particular cemetery is in South
Hill...the one on the huge hill. The Historic section is
at the very top of the hill and has Meeker buried there.
Anyway...I had just finished the older section and was moving
to the more modern headstones, but still standup...
I was using a 35mm manual with flash, but the flash was
off as the day was bright and sunny. I had found one that
looked interesting, so I focused in on it. I would like
to note that at this time...I was alone...and since the
area where I was is at the top of a sloping hill, I could
see I was the only one there in the general vicinity. the
only other people I could see where a couple of acres away,
towards the bottom of the hill, closer to the main street.
In no way could they have been the ones to cause my experience.
Just as I finished focusing in on the headstone and about
to snap the shutter...I felt this buzzing in my head...an
incredible tingling/buzzing inside of my head...towards
the top. Then...I felt/heard in the same area of the buzzing,
"NO!" All of this was taking place just before
I was about to snap the shutter for the picture. Needless
to say...it took me aback and I lowered the camera, glancing
around. There was no one around me close enough for me to
get that loud or that intense of "voice". I was
still feeling this buzzing in my head...and got a chilled
feeling despite the heat. I respectfully apologized to whomever
it was that did not wish for their or their headstone picture
to be taken and I left the cemetery. While I have never
gone back to that cemetery, I still on occasion get the
same buzzing feeling every so often. No voice though...never
any communication, just that buzzing.
As a side note...none of the pictures in the general area
of the cemetery where I had my experience turned out...and
the rest of the roll of film was bad. Despite the brightness
of the day, the pictures turned out dark and extremely grainy.
Sandie Morehead-Smith
Tacoma, WA
2
Short Stories
Story #1: Takes place in Charleston S.C in 1984, I was on
a night time bowling league and had to take a lonely dark
road home this road is a connecting road from Ashley Phosphate
road to Dorchester road when ever I went down it at night
and I came to a sharp curve in the road my headlights and
radio would shut off for about five seconds,this was very
scarry as it was pitch black out and I was on a curve. The
first couple of times it happened I didnt think anything
of it,but when it kept happening I started to ask questions,
some of the people on my league told me that a few years
back a horrible accident happened on that curve and all
four people in the car died. Most of the locals were very
familiar with this phenomenon, and I being new to the area
didnt know any thing about it. Gradually I came to accept
it but every time my lights went out it scared me as much
as the first time it happened. Ok
Story #2: In 1997 my ex was working as a security guard
at the old Pac Med center a big tall building just above
China Town over looking Seattle and Elliot Bay.Anyway it
was the stafs policy not to say a thing about the building
or the grounds to rookie guards. So Tony my ex went about
his buisness securing doors and walking the grounds with
his flash light,there is a small outer building that he
had to check on his rounds,this building was only used for
storage so no one should have been in there but every time
Tony went by this building which was about three times a
night there would be a light on. So Tony would unlock the
door and turn the light off and then he would secure the
building, but sure enough on his next round the light would
be on again and the door was still secured.
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