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Post by katina2nd on Oct 8, 2011 18:29:20 GMT -6
I want it cool in October! It is, believe me. Was gonna make a crack about that picture at the top of your post but thought better of it, not the wisest move at Halloween. ;D
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Post by quettalee on Oct 8, 2011 18:34:22 GMT -6
Yep...that was probably a wise decision.
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 8, 2011 18:38:42 GMT -6
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Post by Siren on Oct 9, 2011 22:19:43 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 9, 2011 23:22:55 GMT -6
I once scared the person doing the scaring. They were at the end of the tour, jumping out at people as they were leaving. I was back a ways at the last stop before leaving and I saw what was being done. So I hung back and when the person came out to yell, "Boo!" I let out my blood curdling scream and scared the bee-joo-joo-bees out of them. And trust me, I may be 4-foot 8-1/2-inches tall, but my scream more than makes up for my size. One haunted house let me in for free once they heard me screaming at all the spooky goings on. Not that they scared me, but I enjoyed scaring them back, and scaring the crowd too.
When leaving a few of the guys would grab someone and take off with them. They grabbed me once and took me into a kind of closet room that must have been a back stairway or something and tried to start up a chainsaw to 'cut me up' ... but the dang thing wouldn't start, so I stopped screaming and wiggling like I was trying to get away, and we all four waited for the chainsaw to start up, and then we went back to me screaming and pretending struggling and them trying to cut me up before they took me back out and let me escape. Man I love me a good haunted house. Well, a good Halloween 'pretend' haunted house. Don't want no part of the real deal.
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Post by quettalee on Oct 10, 2011 0:39:51 GMT -6
Ooooo, that is a cool little animation, Q! Yes, that's one thing I can say Mary left me was a fine collection of "smileys"--they were all just called smileys. I think I have 23 Photobucket pages of Halloween smileys alone. Joxie, that's a cool story and I'll be back to comment when it's not almost 3 AM!
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Post by stepper on Oct 10, 2011 9:37:47 GMT -6
The Haunted Houses are already doing a booming business. I saw on the news that San Antonio is already blocking traffic for the Nightmare on Grayson Street. A local college puts on a super scary Haunted House from October through early November. Even after Halloween people still want to go get their scream on.
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Post by quettalee on Oct 12, 2011 23:27:06 GMT -6
www.therealwaverlyhills.com/www.hauntedculbertson.org/This are my favorite haunted houses in this area. But they are a couple of those "real" ones you want no part of Jox! I went, gosh, probably 15 years ago to Waverly. It was creeeee-py! Can't really say that anything out of the ordinary happened to anyone in our group, but of course it was easy to imagine that there were images and orbs and EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon) going on around ever turn. The Culbertson Mansion in New Albany is cool. Alto, the "haunted house" part takes place in a constructed area in the back yard, they use to have tours throughout the house itself. It was just walking through the entire dimly-lit house with a tour guide giving the history. You also stopped in one room and sat while you watched this video/movie that was shot from a teen's view that had been drinking and driving and had killed his friends and eventually he died too. It was like you seeing all the events as the teen did and living thru the experience. It was kinda religious-based because after the teen died, it went into the whole Hell & Devil thing, but it was a good message with a very strong impact. The house itself is beautiful on the inside, but at night, with only candlelight and the whole haunted theme going on, I give it a 10 on the spooky scale. I use to work haunted houses every year when I was in high school and even Jr high, Jox. Playing the spooky gypsy lady was my favorite, so there wasn't too much screaming going on in my little slice of the tour. I perfected the silent, mysterious and dark sort of uneasiness that had people looking over their shoulder as they left my room. It was a lot of fun. Of course, we didn't have all the high tech electronics and props that they use now in a lot of the haunted houses. Some speakers, a strobe light or two, and lots of wicked homemade costumes and props. Haunted forests are fun too with hayrides and old barns make the best spook houses. We use to have a decent spook run in my high school town...where you car pool from haunted checkpoint to checkpoint following clues trying to do it the fastest and in the exact mileage. The last haunted house I entered was about 10 years ago. I had just had a knee scope about three days prior and it didn't even cross my mind the hour & a half waiting in line that there might be crawling involved. Omg, I ended up on my knees in this pitch-dark tunnel where there wasn't an inch of free space on either side or above me and I thought at one point that they were going to have to pull me out on my belly. I got claustrophobic and panicked and I couldn't feel my leg! When I finally managed to get out, I had to be carried to the car and my knee was swollen to basketball-size! I haven't been in one since.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 13, 2011 13:58:08 GMT -6
Oh! I would go on a real haunted house tour. I wouldn't do those investigations with no lights on though. Ghosts don't care if the lights are on, so I don't see the point of walking around with a wee little light. Yes, I know that electricity messes with the gadgets, but darkness messes with what is real and what is just shadow from the glowing light source being carried around. Plus, when the cameras pick up something, it makes it hard to decipher if it's real or a trick being played by the living. And my imagination tends to run away from me in the dark.
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Post by stepper on Oct 13, 2011 17:20:27 GMT -6
Well, I can understand why. Maybe you could volunteer to work in one again. You get to have fun without getting Boo'ed! And you WANT to go to a real haunted house - and stay in the dark?? Don't 'cha think you are almost certain to see something?
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 13, 2011 17:34:19 GMT -6
I'll only go to a real haunted house with lights on (bright) and a lot of people. No lights, me stay home.
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Post by stepper on Oct 13, 2011 17:53:18 GMT -6
Ah. So, have you ever actually seen a ghost? Maybe?
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 13, 2011 17:54:25 GMT -6
Will try to remember to post about it later.
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Post by quettalee on Oct 14, 2011 0:02:08 GMT -6
Stepper...sorry, my friend, he's making the rounds quickly...
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Post by stepper on Oct 14, 2011 17:55:19 GMT -6
Q! You, you, you dumped it on me?? Innocent 'ole me??? (Cool pumpkin though.)
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 14, 2011 18:59:52 GMT -6
I've no idea what this was, but it happened to my sister and I and we still don't know what or who caused it.
As a preteen, my sister and I shared a room with two windows. One faced east and the other faced south. The east window was between our twin beds, and the south window faced the door to the mini-hallway. The hallway was about the size of a closet with a door on all sides.
Anyhoo, one night I got out of bed to do whatever, I think go to the rest room, but that info got scared out of me. As I climbed out of bed and stepped in front of the east window, a bright spotlight froze me like a deer in headlights. As soon as I could move I jumped into bed with my sister. (Glad I was preteen, I was in panties only.) I don't know who mentioned it first, but I learned the same thing had happened to my sister, but she had ducked down below the window and crawled to her bed. We've told this story a zillion times, but a few years ago I found out she was coming back from the bathroom, and the spotlight came from the south window. We each never mentioned which window we were in front of, and we just assumed we were talking about the same window.
One night the neighbor kids I babysat came up and we had a hide and seek thing. Most of the young ones were too scared to hide alone, so we broke up into groups. My sister headed up one, and I headed up the other. (Yes, I'm scared of the dark, but not so much when I'm not alone, and the moon is full. I can't let the little ones know I'm afraid of the dark too, now can I? ) So, I took my group way out back behind the house and a patch of trees and the old garden patch. While we're listening for the other group, I spot this big orange/yellow glowing ball, (about the size of the moon), slowly/softly coast across the sky's horizon, just above the trees. From north to south, maybe. It just appeared, floated north to south, and disappeared.
I've got these little ones with me, so I say nothing as I watch this ball quietly glide across the sky from my left to my right. Later, after figuring out we're so far back no one is going to come look for us, we head back to the house, listening and watching for the other group so we can 'find them' before they can 'find us' and when we all get back together I asked my sister if she saw what I saw, and she had. I'm not sure the others did, but after we brought it up the hide and seek game was over for the little ones. Never heard anything from anyone else about it, ever.
After my paternal grandmother died, (in Mom & Dad's bedroom), my sister and her husband bought her single-wide trailer and put it next door to Mom & Dad's house. My niece and nephew shared a room, and were getting old enough that they needed rooms of their own, so my sister and her husband got a double-wide trailer and put it down the road on the 'farm' Mom and Dad had bought from a neighbor. So I bought their trailer and moved in next door to Mom & Dad. (Who needs to cook when you can just walk next door? )
Now, I had bought a book of true ghost stories before moving in, and I'd been watching true ghost stories on TV, and I learned that most ghosts were seen from a bed directly across from a door that had a view of the hallway. So, the head of my bed was next to the door, and all I saw was the window straight ahead, the mirrored closet doors to my left, and a wall and shelves to my right. The door to my right was kept closed at night, and no way could I see anything lurking in the hallway. My nephew had said something about ghosts, that the trailer was haunted, but I told him to shut up because I didn't want to hear anything about my home while I was living in it.
So, anyhoo, years later I buy a double-wide trailer and put it straight back behind my sister's. Well, okay, nephew, what's your ghost stories. Because I had seen this figure out of the corners of my eye from time to time. A hooded cloaked figure. Made me think of the Phantomagoria creepy things. So he described the exact same thing to me. He and his sister slept in bunk beds, and the head of the bed looked down the hallway, and he'd see this thing peeking down the hallway from the living room. His had a black hooded cloak, and mine had a red one.
I never heard noises ... other than mice. And it never let me see it directly, as though it knew it would frighten me, which I think maybe it did ... because one time when I was brushing my teeth, I got the best look of it I had ever had, (which wasn't much), and I told it I was willing to live and let live as long as it left me alone. And it never messed with me.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 15, 2011 6:11:30 GMT -6
I've been wanting to jump into this conversation since the beginning, but haven't had time yet.
And it seems I've run out of time again this morning. Drats! Hang onto that ghostly thought until I get back.
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Post by stepper on Oct 15, 2011 14:59:32 GMT -6
Sounds pretty spooky Joxee. I'm not sure how I'd react 'cause I've never had an experience like that/those. I've never seen nor heard a ghost - nothing spooky has happened. Ever. The only time in my life when I was in a dark alley at night and heard foot steps behind me, it was a teenager intent on stealing the cash I had just collected on my paper route. (No, he didn't succeed. Last I saw of him he was running away back up the alley. Actually, I didn’t see him again for months. He seemed to be avoiding me and to tell the truth I’m not sure why. The attempted theft aside, I’m pretty sure I didn’t really hurt him.) I’ve been scared, but never spooked.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 15, 2011 17:47:47 GMT -6
If my nephew hadn't described the thing I thought I saw, I would have just chalked it up to my eye problem. I was born cross-eyed, and the doctor told my Mom that because I had double-vision, I would look at something with my left eye, and block the view to my right eye with my nose. Because of this my right eye went blind. (A few years ago, my eye doctor told me I wasn't blind in my right eye. My brain still sees what my right eye sees, but it blocks it so that I only see from my left eye. If something happens to my left eye, my brain will go back to using my right eye ... but I will be legally blind, as lack of use has weakened it.) On top of being 'blind' in my right eye, the muscles fight over control, so my eyes are constantly jerked back and forth. Mom says it's more noticeable when I'm tired. But I cocked my head to the left a bit and 'look down my nose' at what I want to see. The further to the left I turn my eye, the more the muscles jerk, and everything I see jerks left to right to left to right ... etc. It isn't as bad when I look straight ahead, but it's best when I keep my eye as close to the right of the socket as possible to keep objects still.
Plus, in certain lights I can see things floating in the air. I drew them and showed them to my eye doctor, and he said they were old blood vessels floating in the fluid of my eye. He was surprised I could see them. Okay ... on top of that, my pupils don't open up like normal ... so I don't have good night vision. It takes longer for my eye to adjust when the lights are shut off.
Before I got glasses, I hated to go to the theater late, because I couldn't see to find my way to my seat. I'd reach out and grab hold of my sister or whoever I was with that was in front of me and that is how I got to my seat. One time I waved my hand in front of my face, but couldn't see it. After I got my glasses, the eye doctor told me my night vision would be better. And when we were late to the theater once again, I reached out to grab my sister, and I found I could see the seats, the people, and then I looked down. "Hey, they put in little lights!" Then it hit me. Everyone had been able to see me all those times. Oh no! What did they think when they'd see me reach out to grab for the person in front of me? What did they think when I waved my hand in front of my face? Whatever they think I was on must have been good stuff.
My Sunday School teacher told how he had taken a tour down in a cave, and how they had turned off the lights ... now that was dark! He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face! We'd never understand how dark that was until we'd gone down in the cave too. I beg to differ. I did that in the theater when walking in late, and I'd done that in my bedroom, with a quarter moon glowing in the windows. I kept seeing something glowing out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked straight at it I saw only darkness. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I finally figured out it was my window, and the glow was moonlight.
Several years back, when there was a comet in the night's sky, my Mom and I walked out to look at it, but I couldn't see it. Mom kept pointing at it, but I never saw it, looking straight on. So I told her to wait a second, and I turned my head to the side, and I could see it from the right corner of my eye. (If I had tried to see it from the left corner of my eye, it wouldn't have stayed still.)
So, I don't really pay much attention when I see things out of the corner of my eye, especially if I see it from the left corner of my eye. So, my nephew describing the same thing carries a lot of weight with me.
I don't think the cloaked 'whatever' expected me to see it though. I was brushing my teeth, and I looked up in the mirror, and a movement caught my attention, and I looked at it. It seemed to jump back, and turn as if to dart away, and then disappeared. It was really quick, and all I saw was a cloak. No face, or opening where a face should be. It pretty much stay out of view, and I figure the few glimpses I got were freak accidents.
My grandmother had bought the trailer used, and I don't remember if we heard any history about it, such as an owner dying in it.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 15, 2011 18:52:04 GMT -6
Phantomagoria = Phantasm
I liked to have never figured out the name of that movie. In my search, I found others too have seen 'hooded creatures' or 'hooded beings' ... I read a few stories, then decided I might not want to know what it was. I haven't seen it anywhere other than that trailer, so maybe it's attached to that one place and went with it when I sold it.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 15, 2011 19:58:24 GMT -6
Oh. And I have one more I'm leaving for last. The entity that sat on me during the night. That one freaked me out the most!
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Post by Phalon on Oct 16, 2011 8:05:19 GMT -6
Oooo, creepy stuff, Joxie!
First, I love, love, love haunted houses, forests, ships, and the like - the theatrical ones, not the real ones. I'm a screamer - which is probably one of the reasons Hubs married me. HA! But no really, he takes great pleasure in hiding around the corner, or worse, coming up to a window at night, and yelling a simple "Boo!" I always scream. It's the surprise factor that gets me. Same in a haunted attraction. I once caused a major pile up on a haunted ship when, with the exit in sight and in a lighted hallway, the mandatory haunted attraction chainsaw guy popped out at me. I was in the front of our group of about 10, let out my mandatory scream while taking a step back, tripped on the person's feet behind me and fell. This caused a domino effect ending with everyone in a big pile on the floor, and the chainsaw guy laughing so hard he was doubled over. The other ghouls had to stop the group behind us from coming through the exit corridor until we untangled ourselves from the heap and the chainsaw guy regained his composure.
On the other hand, I am the character in a scary movie who has to investigate instead of running, causing the audience to yell, "You stupid b!tch - get out of the house!" I once took on a red-eyed demon single-handedly with a hairbrush. No lie. At least, at the time, I was convinced it was a demon.
Did I mention my imagination runs rampantly wild?
Of the many occurrences of a wildy running imagination, there is only one that I absolutely believe was a real ghost. I'm sure I've told this story before, but since it's the season....
Our house was built sometime in the 1880's we're guessing; newspapers found in the walls that were used as insulation date back to 1889. The house's history is unknown, except for the last 60 years or so; we bought it from a young family that lived here for only a year or two, and before that, one family owned it for at least 50 years - the Schlipps. The young couple purchased the house after Mrs. Schlipp had passed away, their children had moved out and started families of their own, and the ailing Mr. Schlipp was placed in a nursing home.
The downstairs was built with thirteen foot coved plaster ceilings, which Mr. Schlipp covered with a drop ceiling, presumably from the style, sometime in the seventies probably to save on heat. You know what a drop ceiling is....sometimes, I think they're called suspended ceilings, and they're made from foam-like squares held in place by a framework of metal bands. The front door opens directly into the dining room, which is connected to the kitchen by a very short hallway; these two rooms are quite large by today's standards, and run the entire length of the house.
Shortly after we moved in, I was alone in the house; Hubs was at work, and LX was in preschool. It was afternoon, and I was sitting at the dining room table when suddenly, the rows of drop ceiling squares lifted one row at a time in rapid succession from the front door, through the hallway, into and through the entire kitchen. Every tile rose and dropped back into place.
I was freaked, and called Hubs, who claimed it was probably just the furnace kicking on, causing some type of suctiony reaction. Yeah, right. Let it be known, this has never happened except this one instance in all the nearly 13 years we've lived here.
The following day, I found out Mr. Schlipp had died the same afternoon of the ceiling tile rising. I'm convinced he made one last pass through the house he and his family shared for over fifty years.
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Post by stepper on Oct 16, 2011 9:17:17 GMT -6
I was wondering what causing that far off wail. The next door neighbors dog tilts his head when ever he hears it – it’s the cutest thing when he gets that WTF expression.
They use drop ceilings at work for exactly the same reason Phalon – energy conservation. The higher ceilings look nice but raise the cost of heating significantly. Plus, the tiles they use have sound suppression qualities so they help to keep things quieter. If it had been a single row tiles I would have suggested a critter of some sort, but you said “rows”. I suspect Hubs was right, but I can’t say that I’ve ever experienced anything like you described.
So was my mom Joxee. I don’t know all the details and she never discussed it, but I remember when I was in third grade that I was sent to stay with friends for a little more than a week. During that time mom was in the hospital where they operated on the muscles that work the eyes to make them straight. Then she needed recovery time for her brain to adjust to being able to see properly from both eyes at the same time. The only thing I can remember her saying was that it took a little while before she could see ‘normally’. I’m ashamed to admit I never asked her what it was like growing up during the depression as a cross-eyed carrot top, but children being what they are I suspect it she had some difficult moments. I also think she probably experienced some of the same vision problems you described, meaning you shed some light on something I hadn’t considered. Thanks!
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Post by Siren on Oct 16, 2011 22:32:42 GMT -6
Gams, that chainsaw story is hilarious. I wish I could have seen the chainsaw guy laughing!
Geez, there are so many scary stories floating around here, you'd think we were sitting around the campfire at summer camp! Good stuff. The only "true" ghost stories I can tell are via my sister. Sorry if you've heard them before. But I guess that's part of the fun of the seasons - hearing the same stories every year.
My middle sis, GG, is a no-nonsense person. So when she tells me there was "something" at the pizza place where she used to work, I believe her. The restaurant was in what had once been an old house. GG said that several odd things happened there during her tenure: a large, heavy box slid *forward* and off a sturdy shelf (she and a couple of other girls saw that happen together)...a heavy crock of salad dressing did the same thing...GG was the last to leave the restaurant one night, and was alone in the back parking lot, about to get into her car, when something caused her to look up at the building. She swears that "something" was looking out the glass door upstairs in the deserted storage area. Needless to say, she didn't stick around to investigate. She says she often heard footsteps up there when she was alone in the building, working at night in the office downstairs...One night, GG called out to my other sis, her ride home, when she heard her walking in the hallway in the otherwise empty building. GG looked up for Tracy, and found no one there...the swinging doors that led to the kitchen often swung just a bit on their own when GG was alone in the restaurant.
This is NOT the sort of stuff I need to be remembering right now, at bedtime. Creepy!!
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 17, 2011 0:31:18 GMT -6
So was my mom Joxee. I don’t know all the details and she never discussed it, but I remember when I was in third grade that I was sent to stay with friends for a little more than a week. During that time mom was in the hospital where they operated on the muscles that work the eyes to make them straight. Then she needed recovery time for her brain to adjust to being able to see properly from both eyes at the same time. The only thing I can remember her saying was that it took a little while before she could see ‘normally’. I’m ashamed to admit I never asked her what it was like growing up during the depression as a cross-eyed carrot top, but children being what they are I suspect it she had some difficult moments. I also think she probably experienced some of the same vision problems you described, meaning you shed some light on something I hadn’t considered. Thanks!
You're very welcome, Stepper. My right eye was straightened when I was three, and my left eye was straightened when I was ten. The kids at school called me 'cross-eyed monkey' and also made fun of the jerking back and forth my eyes do. (Does anyone watch 'The Mentalist'? Last season they had a guy on there whose eyes wouldn't stay still. I'm not sure if mine are that bad ... well, not when I keep my eye as close to the right as I can. If I kept my head straight and held my eye in the middle of its socket, I'm sure it would look just like his. And of course, the further left I look the faster it jerks.)
My latest eye doctor said my eyes weren't lined up perfect enough to not see double vision, so it was best that my brain was blocking the view from my right eye. I am really bad about running into and over things/people and my eye doctor was telling me about the sight in my right eye coming back should I go blind in my left eye. He said I'd still be legally blind, but I'd see enough not to run into things. And I said that was good because I was always running into things now.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 20, 2011 13:21:31 GMT -6
Oh, my! Siren, how did your sis stay working there so long?! I would have probably ran out the door the first time I saw those swinging doors swing on their own....and the door I would have run out would be in the opposite direction from the swinging ones!
And I know what you mean. Drilling stuff for the calendar thread, (especially last year when I looked at soooo many sites searching for date-related information) there were nights I was so creeped out just before going to bed, that I'd leave the bathroom light on just for the little bit of brightness it shed on the bedroom. This year it's movies - I've been watching a lot of scary movies lately before bed. Again, there's been a couple of nights that the bathroom light stays on.
Isn't that stupid? Like I'd actually want to see whatever it was lurking about during the night!
They are also good for throwing pencils at, just to see if you can make them stick.
Not at home, silly. It was something we used to do in elementary school.
The furnace theory just doesn't hold up. The tiles never moved like that before or since that day - it was only that one instance. When the furnace kicks on, there is a little vacuum sound, as if the tiles are getting sucked into place. It's not even noticeable, unless you're listening for it. And they don't move.
The Ceiling Tile Ghost raised the tiles, not sucked them down. They moved visibly, and in rapid succession. The best comparison I can think of is if you held a deck of cards in your hand by the bottom of the stack so that the cards were standing vertically. Each card represents a row of tiles. Now, take your other hand and run your thumb across the top of the deck very quickly, so that each card (each row), moves in succession. Even the noise the cards make is similar to the ceiling tile sound.
The weirdness of the raising tiles, and the fact that it occurred the same afternoon the man died, (not just the same day, the same afternoon), is just too coincidental for it to be anything other than a one last look at the house.
Sometimes there is no logical explanation, and the least logical becomes the only plausible one.
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 19, 2012 15:05:09 GMT -6
Halloween will be here before you know it.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 23, 2012 6:32:09 GMT -6
OMG, it is done! And OMG, it is beautiful!
Last night, I started and finished the biggest part of BP's Halloween costume: a peacock's tail.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 23, 2012 8:59:03 GMT -6
Ok......I want pictures.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 23, 2012 21:21:01 GMT -6
Me too!
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