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ok, so its a post from like 7 yrs ago...

i need new stories...........

 

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howdy

well...here is one of my tales..

to the folks at TFHB..i'm almost positive i've sent this one before..but not

100% sure...sorry fer the repeat....soon, i'll have new ones, i know i've sent

out the pill hill and HB ghostly goblin stories, so i'll keep you off those, k?

again, if i've told you these before, my apologes......

this is a long one....

so, grab some popcorn(with organic soy magarine and sea salt please, and

share!)...curl up in a blanket(ok, this sounds weird, since its like 80 outside

here and the sun is shining)...just trying to set the mood..

hmm..this would be easier if i wrote this at nite, and/er it was foggy

alas..must work with wot i got

so...ghostly tales of goblins, evil and strange events.....

maine

(i hear groans from those who have heard this before...please, be patient, i've

told this dang thing so many times i have no idea who has heard my dumb stories,

and who hasn't!!)

many years ago, back in the early 1980's and late 1970's..my father and step

mother had a cabin up in maine....

way up in maine, almost to canada....it was about 15 minutes to the canadian

border(new brunswick) alonf the main rte down the windy dirt from our cabin

it was a little cabin..was originally on the site of an old trappers cabin, and

a game warden's cabin....it was a thouroughfare, which is a river between 2

lakes..long lake and eagle lake i believe(its been awhile)

right above the river..which had an old dam, all fallen in..salmon all

over...bear would come down in the morning to drink..and we'd see moose...saw

bobcat..it was wilderness..one night, we heard the scream of a large

cat...mountain lions are suppose to be extinct in the northeast, but..if that

wasn't a mountain lion, then i don't know wot it was...had the dog under our

feet, and her bags packed and in the car in seconds...

anyways..the cabin was in a little town called Gurette

middle of nowhere

at the time, the town consisted of a post office, a gas station, a general

store, and a fish and game station..oh, did i mention this was all the same

building???? and the back of the building was where the owner lived...Opie from

Maybury would have found the place small...

in the middle of the woods..miles and miles of nuthin but trees...it was

beautiful

up the street from the cabin was the main road...route something or other..north

15 minutes and yer in canada..south and an hour away from houlton(or was it

bangor??)...with little potato towns in between

at the time..you could sit on the main road, and literally, one car an hour

would pass...maybe, ...during rush hour..in tourist season...

boonies...

on this road, on the other side of the river(stood running bear..)(sorry) was an

old house...big rambling estate..with outhouses, barns, garages, and all matter

of wotnot surrounding it....it was all ramshackle and falling down, the veranda

was falling down, trees crept up to it, grass grew on the front porch, etc

obviously abandoned

so...we wnet in it on several occassions

the first time i was about..13-15..and it was my dad and myself..the second time

it was my father, myself, and my best friend at the time Mike Bianchi..i must

have been 15 er 16..and he was a year younger then me...

 

well..this place was big..and had lots of intersting buildings out back..big

barns with haylofts, sheds, outhouses..trees and orchards all overgrown....and i

remember the first time it was cold and rainy..probably it was the end of

may...so, we wondered thru the woods along the side of the house..rain dripping

down our backs, fog wisping in little clouds in the trees...at least it kept the

bugs down!!!!

we crawled around some of the smaller buildings..but, the first time, wot caught

our eye, was the barn...big sucker..huge doors out front, had a second story,

hayloft, the works..we went to a side window...all boarded up, but, it was easy

to pry the boards off, they were rotted, and the window opened, probably with

the customary window creak so prevalent in horror movies..look

inside...dark..dust motes travel upwards...

we crawl inside..and turn on our new fancy doeseverythingbutcookdinner

flashlight...this sucker was a big honkin flashlight, it had like variable beam,

a small pencil beam out back, a roadflasher, and assorted other dohickeys,..and

it took like a ga-zillion batteries....

crawl inside...turn it on..and *whomp*..light sputters and goes out

wot tha?

ok..loose batteries..shake it..nuthin

crawl outside, gonna change the batteries

as soon as we crawl outside

*BING!*

lite springs to live

ok

crawl back thru the window

*sputter*

everytime we would go inside the building, the light would go out, as soon as we

crossed the window thresold, it would turn back on..

strange

new batteries and everything....

so, we crawled around in the dark muted lite...

piles and piles of wooden blocks...filled with stuff..old sleigh bells..old

pre-prohibition crockery and jugs...a croft brewing company wooden crate from

the turn of the 1900's..all sorts of things...

we were crawling all over...

and, we knew there was an upstairs, cuz you could see the windows fer the 2nd

story from outside..so, we looked fer a staircase....nice dice...

ok

looked fer a trap door

nope

crawled around outside, no stairs, just a hayloft door waaaay up there....

hmmm..

strange

how the heck do you get up thar???

*scratches head*

my father and i were perplexed...

years and years later..on another visit, everything had now fallen down...and

half the barn was down...

still no door or stairs, but we could see wot the top floor at least partially

held...a bedroom..old boxspring, with dresser and chest....

ummmmmmmm

okkkk.....

so, go outide(i'm gonna neglect to mention the pile of..spoils..we gathered)

the rain had stopped...

went into some of the outbuildings..full of all sorts of things..old traps. old

boxes. tobacco tins, all may of the flotsam of civilization...

look at the main house..

ok..this place is kinda hard to describe..it was a big farmhouse that they had

added onto over the years..and the additions were now seperating..so you could

see INSIDE from the outside in spots...it had a big porch on the 2nd floor out

front..i swear, it looked like it belonged in a brothel in new orleans circa

1860

the house looked spooky

when i told this tale to mike, before he got a chance to see the place, he was

all excited...after he saw the house..he wouldn't walk on the same isde of the

street as it anymore..he made us cross the street later on...

so..anyways

there were holes in the foundation...crawled in to the basement...large coal

burning furnace...dirt and rock...nuthin else

go outside...

well..how do we get in?? not exactly gonna walk in the front door...

out back, the windows were raised off the ground, a good 10' or so, amybe a bit

more....

so, we built this ricketed ladder out of discarded veggie boxes and such,

clambered up, peeled the boards off the window and crawled theu..

as i crawl thru, i look up, and the window is tall..and broken...and over my

head is dangling this jagged hunk of glass, just ready to slide down and pierce

my innards..probably slice me in 2...

as i am writing this today, suffice to say it didn't..but, i sweated soooo

much...i think i had to change my underwear a dozen times this day

inside...

dark

muted light sends little shafts thru the boarded up windows

the house is still fully furnished...

everything is still inside

the first room we go in, has a smal coffee table, stacks of

magazines...newsweeks and time...all dated from about 6 yrs earlier..there is a

big closet...loaded with clothes...old clothes raccoon fur coats, old flapper

coats, all sorts of old clothing....

into the hallway...

kitchen beckons...

kitchen has 2 franklin wood burning potbelly stoves...silverware in the drawers,

plates and dishes

remember i said the house was seperating?? well, this made the floors tilt at

crazy angles...you'd be walking one way, the all of a sudden you'd be walking

another way, it was like a fun house ride(and no, the thought of falling thru a

floor never once occured to me)

and mike..dear mike..on hearing of the first time we went in here, he was alllll

excited about visiting the place " we are going to have a seance!! " umm..no, no

we are not!!!

" oh man, this is going to be soooo COOOL! we can sleep in there!! " umm..no,

mike, you don't understand..

" no, we can tell ghost stories inside and.. "

ummmm

the moment we get inside, i feel this hand on my shoulder

its mike

he never let go of my shirt the entire time we were inside..he turned whiter

then a sheet and just sort of stared off into space...eyes wide, pleas to my

father fer the origin of every noise, groan er creak

mike was an avowed atheist..and everywhere this poor boi went, god looked at

him..the owners of the place had gotten religion in a big way at one

point..every wall had crucifixes..3D ppaintings of blond jeus with sad eyes,

which followed you everywhere, etc

mike drags me over this pile of...stuff...sticks his hand in( i await the scream

and him being pulled in followed by crunching sounds), digs it real deep, clasps

onto someting, pulls it out, its a little white box, opens it..its a small cross

he twitches

it looked like the previous tenants had been moving out, and..something stopped

them..

every room had boxes and boxes..of stuff..piles and boxes of clothes, stacks of

magazines..you've read of those houses that old misers live in and they never

throw anything away? the house is a maze of newspapers and cardboard and lost

pets?? well, this was it...boxes from floor to ceiling..everything you could

imagine!! lotsa of old magazines..from the early 1900's, lots WWII era

magazines, look, life, see, screen guild and movie star publications...cute

little ads about hitler loving people who screeched around corners cuz that

wasn't rubber on tires and helped him win...

the room off the kitchen about got us out the door, and it got worse from

here...

this was a dining room...

kitchen table, animal heads on the walls, festooned with cobwebs and dust,

missing one glass eye, but, still, staring....and..the kitchen tablee is set

*heart skips beat*

i swear, on the kitchen table, there is a box of cornflakes, and either 3 or 4

place settings set out, (sorry, its been yrs, and this old brain has seen a lot,

can't remember exactly how many anymore), bowls are set out, and there is a

crusty brown mess at the bottom of each bowl

a bottle of empty milk sits on the table

there is an old ice box off to the side..it still has stuff in it, old boxes of

ancient mummified food and old milk bottles

twitch

next room..living room..negotiate the leaning towers of detrius and former

lifes...and here is a parlor..mostly empty, except fer ... a player piano

if it had started playing i would have been oput of the state in about 7

seconds...

just this big old player piano sitting there..still had the music reel in it...

then there is this huge staircase...old wood, giant banister...the

flashlight(which worked intermittenly inside the house itself) wouldn't

penetrate to the top....inky darkness flowed down the stairs...uh oh..

images of a person in a wig with a huge butcher popping around the corner

calling " norman! , is that you??!! " cascaded thru my overtaxed brain...

so, who gets to go first?? thanx brave dad, knew you'd come thru...

eventually

slowly

upstairs...

this place made the heart go pitter patter..who needs marathons?? i probaly

burned up enough calories to feed a flock of hummingbirds fer a year....

one main huge room

and hallways and doors...

and, something must have been up in the roof...a squirrel er a raccoon er such

cuz you could hear

*thump thump..patter patter patter..scratch...patter patter*

not good fer the imagination tho

 

you go into one room, and the room is perfectly made..bed is neat and tidy, you

could bounce a dime off it...next room, looked like a tornado(or a teenager) had

hit it..clothes everywhere, sheets and blankets all crumpled up on floor and

bed, drawers puled out..complete shambles

one door was locked

from the inside

we didn't bother trying to open..let sleeping rooms lie and all thank you, next

noises abounded

creaks

groans

heart skips a beat now and again

piles of stuff everwhere...

go out to the veranda/small windowed in porch

door leads off to the overhang where the hookers would beckon from..didn't go

out there..i hadn't any money anyways...

this room was full of neat stuff tho, lydia pinkhams bitters bottles, a sealed

bottle of aspirin from 1910(the aspirin were like lil marbles and it hailed from

Paris), kidney ailment pills, all sorts of things...

and, a couple of clocks..small ones, like a table clock..very ornate...

one showed a picture of a woman spinning a loom, and as the loom spun, it turned

the hands of the clock...neat!!!

so, we put the clocks in the box of goodies(wot? stop lookin at me like that!!)

and moved on to scout out some more

*tug tug*

mike is pulling on my shoulder

wha?

" ummmm..why did you wind the clock?

i didn't

" well listen "

tic tic tic tic tic...

daaad..daaaaaaad DADDDD!!!!!!

umm..why did you wind the clock dad??

" i didn't "

tic tic tic tic tic..

now.i can see, you pick up a clock that hasn't been touched er moved in along

time, and the spring loosens, and it starts to work..no biggie

but..no matter where we went in this house...we could be downstairs on the far

side of the house, and you could hear that clock ticking

it never stopped

ever

we were in the house fer something like 6 hrs

and that clock never stopped ticking

we left it there...

so, back to that little room..lotsa stuff...

and we find old letters, dating from the late 1800's and onwards

addressed to someone named Guerrette

in new sweden maine

so, the town is now named after this person

who use to reside here

clock ticking behind us

okkk..well..lets move along now, shall we..??

one room upostairs, had a tap door up into the attic...

well, we had the bright idea to see wot was up there...the noises had stopped up

there anyways...

so, my dad grabs a chair, stands up on it, and pushes on the trap door...

brave father

stalwart

there must have been a rag sitting on the edge of the trapdoor, cuz as soon as

he pushes up on it, this rag falls in his face

and he screams, jumps down, and tears out of the room

sending chair flying

knocking me over

brave father

brave father who is an ex-biker who weighed in excess of 200lbs....

thanx dad

its funny now that i look back on it..but..at the time...

ahem

anyways

 

sooo much was weird in this house..its hard to remember it all

there was another narrow back staircase...painted blue..all sealed off with a

door at top er bottom..it wasn't until later that nite that we realized the

staircase has light in it..there were no windows..it was narrow cramped

backstaircase...and it was lite...

*blink*

in the main room upstairs...there was this giant pile of..well..debris...boxes

of everything, clothes, books, magazines, you name it...mike spies something, an

lets go of the deathgrip on my shoulder to scramble away and on top of the

pile...a small avalache later he returns clutching something proudly

" lookee wot i got " he beams!!!

we look

its an american flag

sorta tattered

my dad wonders away

we look at it

it doesn't look right

something seems....well...off about it

it seems sorta square, not rectangular

but, it is sorta tatterted, so maybe its missing some bits

something still seems off

13 stripes...ok...thats right

stars

they aren't staggered

when you look at flag today..the stars are in staggered foramtion

these weren't

hmmm

old flag i gather

we count em

56

wha??

count em again

56

8 across, 7 down

56

" DAD, come here and count this "

56

everytime we counted the stars, come up with 56 stars

gathered this and many other things together and left

*whistles to self*

that nite, went back to cabin, told ghost stories, scared ourselves stoopid, and

counted the stars

56

2 days later we get back to connecticut....mike see's his dad out front of his

house, runs out of the truck and cries " dad dad, you have to see wot i got "

pulls out the flag..places it out on a car hood...

stars are staggered

now 48

between maine and connecticut...8 stars vanished

i told him to burn it...he hung it on his door and told tales of how he was

gonna drop it in Long Island Sound one day...i wisely conseled against this, who

wants to come home to a flag dripping sea water in yer room

there is a part 2 and 3 to this tory..but, i'll save those fer later

oh, and within a year, poor mike got commited fer a few weeks fer...mental

fatigue and such

hmmm

coinkydink???

a lot happened in that house that was strange, movements, noises, etc, but, its

been a reeeeal long time, and memories fade...

it has since collapsed...went back with an ex back in like 92 and visited afer

driving across the country...and the house was a pile of rubble...

sad..

we also went in other times, but only fer a moment er 2...

thats todays tale

*skips away*

fraggle

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Thanks Fraggle :-)

 

Jo

 

, " ebbrewpunx " <EBbrewpunx wrote:

>

> ok, so its a post from like 7 yrs ago...

> i need new stories...........

>

> OT of october and things that go bump in the nite..... Message List

>

> Reply | Forward | Delete Message #7625

>

> howdy

> well...here is one of my tales..

> to the folks at TFHB..i'm almost positive i've sent this one before..but not

> 100% sure...sorry fer the repeat....soon, i'll have new ones, i know i've sent

> out the pill hill and HB ghostly goblin stories, so i'll keep you off those,

k?

> again, if i've told you these before, my apologes......

> this is a long one....

> so, grab some popcorn(with organic soy magarine and sea salt please, and

> share!)...curl up in a blanket(ok, this sounds weird, since its like 80

outside

> here and the sun is shining)...just trying to set the mood..

> hmm..this would be easier if i wrote this at nite, and/er it was foggy

> alas..must work with wot i got

> so...ghostly tales of goblins, evil and strange events.....

> maine

> (i hear groans from those who have heard this before...please, be patient,

i've

> told this dang thing so many times i have no idea who has heard my dumb

stories,

> and who hasn't!!)

> many years ago, back in the early 1980's and late 1970's..my father and step

mother had a cabin up in maine....

> way up in maine, almost to canada....it was about 15 minutes to the canadian

> border(new brunswick) alonf the main rte down the windy dirt from our cabin

> it was a little cabin..was originally on the site of an old trappers cabin,

and

> a game warden's cabin....it was a thouroughfare, which is a river between 2

> lakes..long lake and eagle lake i believe(its been awhile)

> right above the river..which had an old dam, all fallen in..salmon all

> over...bear would come down in the morning to drink..and we'd see moose...saw

> bobcat..it was wilderness..one night, we heard the scream of a large

> cat...mountain lions are suppose to be extinct in the northeast, but..if that

> wasn't a mountain lion, then i don't know wot it was...had the dog under our

> feet, and her bags packed and in the car in seconds...

> anyways..the cabin was in a little town called Gurette

> middle of nowhere

> at the time, the town consisted of a post office, a gas station, a general

> store, and a fish and game station..oh, did i mention this was all the same

> building???? and the back of the building was where the owner lived...Opie

from

> Maybury would have found the place small...

> in the middle of the woods..miles and miles of nuthin but trees...it was

> beautiful

> up the street from the cabin was the main road...route something or

other..north

> 15 minutes and yer in canada..south and an hour away from houlton(or was it

> bangor??)...with little potato towns in between

> at the time..you could sit on the main road, and literally, one car an hour

> would pass...maybe, ...during rush hour..in tourist season...

> boonies...

> on this road, on the other side of the river(stood running bear..)(sorry) was

an

> old house...big rambling estate..with outhouses, barns, garages, and all

matter

> of wotnot surrounding it....it was all ramshackle and falling down, the

veranda

> was falling down, trees crept up to it, grass grew on the front porch, etc

> obviously abandoned

> so...we wnet in it on several occassions

> the first time i was about..13-15..and it was my dad and myself..the second

time

> it was my father, myself, and my best friend at the time Mike Bianchi..i must

> have been 15 er 16..and he was a year younger then me...

>

> well..this place was big..and had lots of intersting buildings out back..big

> barns with haylofts, sheds, outhouses..trees and orchards all overgrown....and

i

> remember the first time it was cold and rainy..probably it was the end of

> may...so, we wondered thru the woods along the side of the house..rain

dripping

> down our backs, fog wisping in little clouds in the trees...at least it kept

the

> bugs down!!!!

> we crawled around some of the smaller buildings..but, the first time, wot

caught

> our eye, was the barn...big sucker..huge doors out front, had a second story,

> hayloft, the works..we went to a side window...all boarded up, but, it was

easy

> to pry the boards off, they were rotted, and the window opened, probably with

> the customary window creak so prevalent in horror movies..look

> inside...dark..dust motes travel upwards...

> we crawl inside..and turn on our new fancy doeseverythingbutcookdinner

> flashlight...this sucker was a big honkin flashlight, it had like variable

beam,

> a small pencil beam out back, a roadflasher, and assorted other

dohickeys,..and

> it took like a ga-zillion batteries....

> crawl inside...turn it on..and *whomp*..light sputters and goes out

> wot tha?

> ok..loose batteries..shake it..nuthin

> crawl outside, gonna change the batteries

> as soon as we crawl outside

> *BING!*

> lite springs to live

> ok

> crawl back thru the window

> *sputter*

> everytime we would go inside the building, the light would go out, as soon as

we

> crossed the window thresold, it would turn back on..

> strange

> new batteries and everything....

> so, we crawled around in the dark muted lite...

> piles and piles of wooden blocks...filled with stuff..old sleigh bells..old

> pre-prohibition crockery and jugs...a croft brewing company wooden crate from

> the turn of the 1900's..all sorts of things...

> we were crawling all over...

> and, we knew there was an upstairs, cuz you could see the windows fer the 2nd

> story from outside..so, we looked fer a staircase....nice dice...

> ok

> looked fer a trap door

> nope

> crawled around outside, no stairs, just a hayloft door waaaay up there....

> hmmm..

> strange

> how the heck do you get up thar???

> *scratches head*

> my father and i were perplexed...

> years and years later..on another visit, everything had now fallen down...and

> half the barn was down...

> still no door or stairs, but we could see wot the top floor at least partially

> held...a bedroom..old boxspring, with dresser and chest....

> ummmmmmmm

> okkkk.....

> so, go outide(i'm gonna neglect to mention the pile of..spoils..we gathered)

> the rain had stopped...

> went into some of the outbuildings..full of all sorts of things..old traps.

old

> boxes. tobacco tins, all may of the flotsam of civilization...

> look at the main house..

> ok..this place is kinda hard to describe..it was a big farmhouse that they had

> added onto over the years..and the additions were now seperating..so you could

> see INSIDE from the outside in spots...it had a big porch on the 2nd floor out

> front..i swear, it looked like it belonged in a brothel in new orleans circa

> 1860

> the house looked spooky

> when i told this tale to mike, before he got a chance to see the place, he was

> all excited...after he saw the house..he wouldn't walk on the same isde of the

> street as it anymore..he made us cross the street later on...

> so..anyways

> there were holes in the foundation...crawled in to the basement...large coal

> burning furnace...dirt and rock...nuthin else

> go outside...

> well..how do we get in?? not exactly gonna walk in the front door...

> out back, the windows were raised off the ground, a good 10' or so, amybe a

bit

> more....

> so, we built this ricketed ladder out of discarded veggie boxes and such,

> clambered up, peeled the boards off the window and crawled theu..

> as i crawl thru, i look up, and the window is tall..and broken...and over my

> head is dangling this jagged hunk of glass, just ready to slide down and

pierce

> my innards..probably slice me in 2...

> as i am writing this today, suffice to say it didn't..but, i sweated soooo

> much...i think i had to change my underwear a dozen times this day

> inside...

> dark

> muted light sends little shafts thru the boarded up windows

> the house is still fully furnished...

> everything is still inside

> the first room we go in, has a smal coffee table, stacks of

> magazines...newsweeks and time...all dated from about 6 yrs earlier..there is

a

> big closet...loaded with clothes...old clothes raccoon fur coats, old flapper

> coats, all sorts of old clothing....

> into the hallway...

> kitchen beckons...

> kitchen has 2 franklin wood burning potbelly stoves...silverware in the

drawers,

> plates and dishes

> remember i said the house was seperating?? well, this made the floors tilt at

> crazy angles...you'd be walking one way, the all of a sudden you'd be walking

> another way, it was like a fun house ride(and no, the thought of falling thru

a

> floor never once occured to me)

> and mike..dear mike..on hearing of the first time we went in here, he was

alllll

> excited about visiting the place " we are going to have a seance!! " umm..no, no

> we are not!!!

> " oh man, this is going to be soooo COOOL! we can sleep in there!! " umm..no,

> mike, you don't understand..

> " no, we can tell ghost stories inside and.. "

> ummmm

> the moment we get inside, i feel this hand on my shoulder

> its mike

> he never let go of my shirt the entire time we were inside..he turned whiter

> then a sheet and just sort of stared off into space...eyes wide, pleas to my

> father fer the origin of every noise, groan er creak

> mike was an avowed atheist..and everywhere this poor boi went, god looked at

> him..the owners of the place had gotten religion in a big way at one

> point..every wall had crucifixes..3D ppaintings of blond jeus with sad eyes,

> which followed you everywhere, etc

> mike drags me over this pile of...stuff...sticks his hand in( i await the

scream

> and him being pulled in followed by crunching sounds), digs it real deep,

clasps

> onto someting, pulls it out, its a little white box, opens it..its a small

cross

> he twitches

> it looked like the previous tenants had been moving out, and..something

stopped

> them..

> every room had boxes and boxes..of stuff..piles and boxes of clothes, stacks

of

> magazines..you've read of those houses that old misers live in and they never

> throw anything away? the house is a maze of newspapers and cardboard and lost

> pets?? well, this was it...boxes from floor to ceiling..everything you could

> imagine!! lotsa of old magazines..from the early 1900's, lots WWII era

> magazines, look, life, see, screen guild and movie star publications...cute

> little ads about hitler loving people who screeched around corners cuz that

> wasn't rubber on tires and helped him win...

> the room off the kitchen about got us out the door, and it got worse from

> here...

> this was a dining room...

> kitchen table, animal heads on the walls, festooned with cobwebs and dust,

> missing one glass eye, but, still, staring....and..the kitchen tablee is set

> *heart skips beat*

> i swear, on the kitchen table, there is a box of cornflakes, and either 3 or 4

> place settings set out, (sorry, its been yrs, and this old brain has seen a

lot,

> can't remember exactly how many anymore), bowls are set out, and there is a

> crusty brown mess at the bottom of each bowl

> a bottle of empty milk sits on the table

> there is an old ice box off to the side..it still has stuff in it, old boxes

of

> ancient mummified food and old milk bottles

> twitch

> next room..living room..negotiate the leaning towers of detrius and former

> lifes...and here is a parlor..mostly empty, except fer ... a player piano

> if it had started playing i would have been oput of the state in about 7

> seconds...

> just this big old player piano sitting there..still had the music reel in

it...

> then there is this huge staircase...old wood, giant banister...the

> flashlight(which worked intermittenly inside the house itself) wouldn't

> penetrate to the top....inky darkness flowed down the stairs...uh oh..

> images of a person in a wig with a huge butcher popping around the corner

> calling " norman! , is that you??!! " cascaded thru my overtaxed brain...

> so, who gets to go first?? thanx brave dad, knew you'd come thru...

> eventually

> slowly

> upstairs...

> this place made the heart go pitter patter..who needs marathons?? i probaly

> burned up enough calories to feed a flock of hummingbirds fer a year....

> one main huge room

> and hallways and doors...

> and, something must have been up in the roof...a squirrel er a raccoon er such

> cuz you could hear

> *thump thump..patter patter patter..scratch...patter patter*

> not good fer the imagination tho

>

> you go into one room, and the room is perfectly made..bed is neat and tidy,

you

> could bounce a dime off it...next room, looked like a tornado(or a teenager)

had

> hit it..clothes everywhere, sheets and blankets all crumpled up on floor and

> bed, drawers puled out..complete shambles

> one door was locked

> from the inside

> we didn't bother trying to open..let sleeping rooms lie and all thank you,

next

> noises abounded

> creaks

> groans

> heart skips a beat now and again

> piles of stuff everwhere...

> go out to the veranda/small windowed in porch

> door leads off to the overhang where the hookers would beckon from..didn't go

> out there..i hadn't any money anyways...

> this room was full of neat stuff tho, lydia pinkhams bitters bottles, a sealed

> bottle of aspirin from 1910(the aspirin were like lil marbles and it hailed

from

> Paris), kidney ailment pills, all sorts of things...

> and, a couple of clocks..small ones, like a table clock..very ornate...

> one showed a picture of a woman spinning a loom, and as the loom spun, it

turned

> the hands of the clock...neat!!!

> so, we put the clocks in the box of goodies(wot? stop lookin at me like

that!!)

> and moved on to scout out some more

> *tug tug*

> mike is pulling on my shoulder

> wha?

> " ummmm..why did you wind the clock?

> i didn't

> " well listen "

> tic tic tic tic tic...

> daaad..daaaaaaad DADDDD!!!!!!

> umm..why did you wind the clock dad??

> " i didn't "

> tic tic tic tic tic..

> now.i can see, you pick up a clock that hasn't been touched er moved in along

> time, and the spring loosens, and it starts to work..no biggie

> but..no matter where we went in this house...we could be downstairs on the far

> side of the house, and you could hear that clock ticking

> it never stopped

> ever

> we were in the house fer something like 6 hrs

> and that clock never stopped ticking

> we left it there...

> so, back to that little room..lotsa stuff...

> and we find old letters, dating from the late 1800's and onwards

> addressed to someone named Guerrette

> in new sweden maine

> so, the town is now named after this person

> who use to reside here

> clock ticking behind us

> okkk..well..lets move along now, shall we..??

> one room upostairs, had a tap door up into the attic...

> well, we had the bright idea to see wot was up there...the noises had stopped

up

> there anyways...

> so, my dad grabs a chair, stands up on it, and pushes on the trap door...

> brave father

> stalwart

> there must have been a rag sitting on the edge of the trapdoor, cuz as soon as

> he pushes up on it, this rag falls in his face

> and he screams, jumps down, and tears out of the room

> sending chair flying

> knocking me over

> brave father

> brave father who is an ex-biker who weighed in excess of 200lbs....

> thanx dad

> its funny now that i look back on it..but..at the time...

> ahem

> anyways

>

> sooo much was weird in this house..its hard to remember it all

> there was another narrow back staircase...painted blue..all sealed off with a

> door at top er bottom..it wasn't until later that nite that we realized the

> staircase has light in it..there were no windows..it was narrow cramped

> backstaircase...and it was lite...

> *blink*

> in the main room upstairs...there was this giant pile of..well..debris...boxes

> of everything, clothes, books, magazines, you name it...mike spies something,

an

> lets go of the deathgrip on my shoulder to scramble away and on top of the

> pile...a small avalache later he returns clutching something proudly

> " lookee wot i got " he beams!!!

> we look

> its an american flag

> sorta tattered

> my dad wonders away

> we look at it

> it doesn't look right

> something seems....well...off about it

> it seems sorta square, not rectangular

> but, it is sorta tatterted, so maybe its missing some bits

> something still seems off

> 13 stripes...ok...thats right

> stars

> they aren't staggered

> when you look at flag today..the stars are in staggered foramtion

> these weren't

> hmmm

> old flag i gather

> we count em

> 56

> wha??

> count em again

> 56

> 8 across, 7 down

> 56

> " DAD, come here and count this "

> 56

> everytime we counted the stars, come up with 56 stars

> gathered this and many other things together and left

> *whistles to self*

> that nite, went back to cabin, told ghost stories, scared ourselves stoopid,

and

> counted the stars

> 56

> 2 days later we get back to connecticut....mike see's his dad out front of his

> house, runs out of the truck and cries " dad dad, you have to see wot i got "

> pulls out the flag..places it out on a car hood...

> stars are staggered

> now 48

> between maine and connecticut...8 stars vanished

> i told him to burn it...he hung it on his door and told tales of how he was

> gonna drop it in Long Island Sound one day...i wisely conseled against this,

who

> wants to come home to a flag dripping sea water in yer room

> there is a part 2 and 3 to this tory..but, i'll save those fer later

> oh, and within a year, poor mike got commited fer a few weeks fer...mental

> fatigue and such

> hmmm

> coinkydink???

> a lot happened in that house that was strange, movements, noises, etc, but,

its

> been a reeeeal long time, and memories fade...

> it has since collapsed...went back with an ex back in like 92 and visited afer

> driving across the country...and the house was a pile of rubble...

> sad..

> we also went in other times, but only fer a moment er 2...

> thats todays tale

> *skips away*

> fraggle

>