I LOVE the South.
We've got so much history.
We've got so much history.
Ghost????
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lakeshorenc I sent you a pm.
I've had a few 'happenings' that I actually had to think about for a bit....I wanted to make sure I remembered them correctly. Here's one:
First: DH's father went blind at age 21 when DH was 6 months old. It was a degenerative disease. So he really didn't 'see' his son grow up. DH's mom had to work to pay the bills. This is in Brooklyn, NY circa 1946. So DH's Dad became very bitter & frustrated about his condition. He totally depended on his special watch that only the blind can 'read'. Obviously it was very important to him. After he went through a program to teach the blind to work, he started work at a factory where he would help guide large boxes on a conveyer belt. One time the alarm didn't work and a large box ran off the belt and struck DH's dad in the back injuring him where he couldn't work anymore. He got compensation for it...a whopping $140.00 a month for as long as he lived. He still had his original watch when I met DH in 1975.
So....after DH & I were married we would visit them (they had moved to south NJ) every Sunday for an Italian meal. His dad always wanted his son to take his watch to get cleaned tuned up or whatever they do to those watches. We did this like forever......eventually DH's Mom dies, and then his Dad.......DH's dad always told us that he had $$$ stashed away in the house and to look for it in certain areas....we did, and we found it. We also found his watch. Mom & Dad were buried in the local cemetery halfway from our house to theirs.
So, we had to get their house ready and cleaned up to sell. We were on our way down to the house (about a week after the Dad died) when we passed the cemetery my DH's watch would stop. Every time. No matter what time it was -- when we passed the cemetery his watch would stop. This happened every weekend that we went down there to check on the house. If the watch didn't stop when we passed the cemetery, it would stop when we went through the front door of his Dad's house. DH's watch was fine during the week. This happened for months until DH decided to throw his watch away, along with his Dad's. We never had a problem after that.
It sounds like a silly thing, but when it really happens to you and consistantly like that, it makes you wonder....
First: DH's father went blind at age 21 when DH was 6 months old. It was a degenerative disease. So he really didn't 'see' his son grow up. DH's mom had to work to pay the bills. This is in Brooklyn, NY circa 1946. So DH's Dad became very bitter & frustrated about his condition. He totally depended on his special watch that only the blind can 'read'. Obviously it was very important to him. After he went through a program to teach the blind to work, he started work at a factory where he would help guide large boxes on a conveyer belt. One time the alarm didn't work and a large box ran off the belt and struck DH's dad in the back injuring him where he couldn't work anymore. He got compensation for it...a whopping $140.00 a month for as long as he lived. He still had his original watch when I met DH in 1975.
So....after DH & I were married we would visit them (they had moved to south NJ) every Sunday for an Italian meal. His dad always wanted his son to take his watch to get cleaned tuned up or whatever they do to those watches. We did this like forever......eventually DH's Mom dies, and then his Dad.......DH's dad always told us that he had $$$ stashed away in the house and to look for it in certain areas....we did, and we found it. We also found his watch. Mom & Dad were buried in the local cemetery halfway from our house to theirs.
So, we had to get their house ready and cleaned up to sell. We were on our way down to the house (about a week after the Dad died) when we passed the cemetery my DH's watch would stop. Every time. No matter what time it was -- when we passed the cemetery his watch would stop. This happened every weekend that we went down there to check on the house. If the watch didn't stop when we passed the cemetery, it would stop when we went through the front door of his Dad's house. DH's watch was fine during the week. This happened for months until DH decided to throw his watch away, along with his Dad's. We never had a problem after that.
It sounds like a silly thing, but when it really happens to you and consistantly like that, it makes you wonder....
Wow, that's a pretty neat story... spooky, but still neat!
he threw it away?!
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Yeah, I think I would have been afraid to throw it away... I guess it wasn't that important?? or maybe the happenings were just too freaky to keep the watch around.
Yeah, I think I would have been afraid to throw it away... I guess it wasn't that important?? or maybe the happenings were just too freaky to keep the watch around.
my grandmother gave me a big teddy bear that sang christmas carols i guess a year or two before she died. a couple of days after she died it started playing the songs in the middle of the night. i acknowledged her when it happened but eventually took the batteries out b/c it was waking me up all the time. i feel kind of bad about that.
Okay, WAY off topic here, but did anyone else have those life-size 'walk with me, talk with me' dolls, and have any strange happenings associated with them? My sister and I each had one, and we were scared to death of them! It was so bad that if we went to bed and left the closet door open (where the dolls were), we would scream for mom or dad to come close it.
They would do the normal stuff, like start talking for no reason (they had a pull string in their backs, so this is not easy to do by accident). We had nightmares because of them for many years, I know a lot of mine involved the doll(s) killing me
There was one night that my younger sister's dog had started raising kane outside. For some reason, one of the dolls was laying on the couch in the living room. Me and my 2 sisters went outside to see what the deal was with the dog. Eventually we decided that whatever it was, the dog would have to fend for himself, and went to go back inside. In our living room, there was a partial wall, the end of which was directly across from the door. It was like an extension of the dining room wall.
Anyway, when we turned to go back inside, that doll was sitting at the end of that wall, facing the door!!!
I don't remember if we even picked it up, or if we just hid in the bedroom till mom and dad got home!
I believe my dad ended up burning both of them, since we then had my younger sister scared to death of them.
They would do the normal stuff, like start talking for no reason (they had a pull string in their backs, so this is not easy to do by accident). We had nightmares because of them for many years, I know a lot of mine involved the doll(s) killing me
There was one night that my younger sister's dog had started raising kane outside. For some reason, one of the dolls was laying on the couch in the living room. Me and my 2 sisters went outside to see what the deal was with the dog. Eventually we decided that whatever it was, the dog would have to fend for himself, and went to go back inside. In our living room, there was a partial wall, the end of which was directly across from the door. It was like an extension of the dining room wall.
Anyway, when we turned to go back inside, that doll was sitting at the end of that wall, facing the door!!!
I believe my dad ended up burning both of them, since we then had my younger sister scared to death of them.
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