... a long while back I was asked to write about my experience with ghosts... I've been vastly idle in tackling the job and feel quite down about the whole thing... hey, it is a poor host who denies the wishes of his guests... and my tardiness is inexcusable....
... so with that out of the way, here is my tale...
... once upon a time... in a land far, far away... The Wife and I rented a small cottage on a hillside overlooking a tidal basin... the small house was known as the "gardener's cottage" and it had been the residence of the groundskeeper and his family in days past... a stone lintel that spanned the top of the front entrance read ˜1790', but no doubt there had been a home there for hundreds of years before...
... the front lawn was bordered by a stone wall about twenty feet high... this wall continued for hundreds of yards and formed a large rectangle that held within it The Castle... the castle was higher up the hillside - near the crest - and offered a commanding view of the North Sea, the Basin, and the town that lay below...
... originally built in the 1100s to keep the marauding Vikings at bay, it was reported to have been sacked and burnt by Edward I when he was hammering the Scots in the early 1300s... but the original Keep endured the battles... and it became the centerpiece of the Ancient Pile.. additional rooms were added on continuously during the following centuries, of course... and the entire structure ambled and twisted ad hoc across nearly two acres...
... and so.. the scene is set...
... my ghost story involves three separate incidents... the first one took place on the grounds of the castle in broad daylight... the second and third happened in the cottage late at night....
... The Wife has many stories of The Cottage herself that involve ghosts... but during the two instances I will speak of, she was present with me both times and can corroborate my testimony.... as for her other hauntings, I was either asleep or away at work and can't vouch for them...
... to be continued....
to be continued?
fuck that, get to the cornholing. stat.
Bullshitted by shoe on September 24, 2006 12:54 PMOh geez. Serial ghost stories? Now I'll never sleep...
Bullshitted by Libby on September 24, 2006 01:01 PMYou never warned me that house was haunted when I visited! What if I'd been attacked by a spectre?
Bullshitted by Mark on September 24, 2006 02:40 PM... I'll get to that shortly, Shoe...
.. sorry, Libby... I'll core dump the rest of the story shortly... hopefully..
... never fear, Mark... they never messed with drunk people...
Bullshitted by Eric on September 24, 2006 02:42 PMCliff hanger, you!
Bullshitted by Lisa W. on September 24, 2006 03:28 PMI came over to see if you changed Thunderman to Thunderboy as it should be and was dissapointed.
And then I'm all into your story and you dissapoint with a to be continued.
Uh! I'm taking my horn hat and going home! ;-)
Bullshitted by Sissy on September 24, 2006 04:41 PMWhile you've left us hangin' again, you gott'er off to a good start. Ain't nothing wrong with that. Hell. I know how it goes, and I'm still on edge.
But I wouldn't keep these folks waiting too long. They're liable to do something drastic...
Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on September 24, 2006 05:45 PMI am sitting on the edge of my seat....I really love these stories, the history, the imagery....the ghosts! I'll be back.
Bullshitted by Sine.Qua.Non on September 24, 2006 06:57 PMYou, Sir, are a tease.
:-)
And you can bet your sweet ass we'll all be back ......
Bullshitted by Tammi on September 24, 2006 07:19 PMOk, this post could not occur at a better time. Please allow me to post an email to a good friend, that did give me a nice response:
You, as being well-read and a thinking father type (most of the people I know do not think), I want to pose a really bizarre incident described by my daughter.
Now my daughter Kerrigan is gorgeous, friendly, intelligent, yada yada. I know when she pulls pranks on me. Last weekend though she told me her school was haunted. After a few questions, she told me she has seen some "black ghosts" on three occassions which really fucks with Occam's razor.
She told me the story and said she would not tell her mom because "Mom" would get mad at her for getting too close to spirits.
Kerrigan said she saw these type of things:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_people
...what was wierd though is that she told me she was going back to a classroom to help her friend get a coat, and they both saw this thing together that went into a wall. Kerrigan said the other kid was so scared and crying that Kerrigan had to hold her and walk her back out.
Now I believe my daughter, but I am not sure how to handle this, basically I just told her "that's strange" and have been confused myself for the past week (as if I don't live in a state of confusion).
This is no B.S. How would you deal with an over-active eight year old?
Bullshitted by Lance on September 24, 2006 07:42 PMWhat Tammi said...
Bullshitted by Richmond on September 25, 2006 01:57 PMGhosts. They anything like zombies?
Bullshitted by Elisson on September 25, 2006 03:19 PM