Thursday, April 19, 2012
Salt and Swarms
A young couple from Colorado joined me this past week-end. They had brought a few relatives with them to enjoy New Orleans. The women, who looked especially young to me, said that both she and her beau worked in a golf course. There was a two story building there, visiting upstairs and golf shop downstairs. There were also offices downstairs, down dark corridors.
The used to work in the store and plenty of the time it was empty. Often they were not behind the desk, but equally often they would here footfalls on the stairs and children's laughter in the stairs and the hallways. They would hurry behind the desk only to realize the were alone in the store.
Apparently they were not the only ones who thought something was amiss in the building. One of the pros had died, had a heart-attack at his desk in a back office. By all accounts he was not a kind person. The administration decided they needed to exercise the place after his death. They called in a professional. They didn't mention if she was a priestesss, demonologist, etc. But she decided to exercise the place with sea salt. The young lady on my tour was her assistant. It is amazing was minimum wage will get a teenager to agree to. But she helped out this professional, got the sea salt and followed behind her. They circled a long drive that curved into a circle with a fountain in the middle. As soon as they sprinkled the last of the salt to complete the circle, a swarm of bees burst from beneath the fountain and chased them away.
In the months immediately following a few tragedies happened on the course. A father was struck by lightening while golfing with his son. No lightening was in the area for a twenty mile radius, just one bolt hit and killed him. Later a women was showing one of her friends how to drive and mistook her distance. When she swung the club back she hit her friend, shattering her face.
The used to work in the store and plenty of the time it was empty. Often they were not behind the desk, but equally often they would here footfalls on the stairs and children's laughter in the stairs and the hallways. They would hurry behind the desk only to realize the were alone in the store.
Apparently they were not the only ones who thought something was amiss in the building. One of the pros had died, had a heart-attack at his desk in a back office. By all accounts he was not a kind person. The administration decided they needed to exercise the place after his death. They called in a professional. They didn't mention if she was a priestesss, demonologist, etc. But she decided to exercise the place with sea salt. The young lady on my tour was her assistant. It is amazing was minimum wage will get a teenager to agree to. But she helped out this professional, got the sea salt and followed behind her. They circled a long drive that curved into a circle with a fountain in the middle. As soon as they sprinkled the last of the salt to complete the circle, a swarm of bees burst from beneath the fountain and chased them away.
In the months immediately following a few tragedies happened on the course. A father was struck by lightening while golfing with his son. No lightening was in the area for a twenty mile radius, just one bolt hit and killed him. Later a women was showing one of her friends how to drive and mistook her distance. When she swung the club back she hit her friend, shattering her face.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Pounding Riffles
I had a couple from Alabama on my tour tonight. The lady had a great story form when she lived in Tallahassee, Florida. She and her first husband had bought a house brick house, the last to be built in a cul-de-sac. A new house, they were only the second owners. It had been built on an old Seminole burial ground. She knew about the burial ground, but not the full size of it, and not that her house was sitting on it. When the first owners had moved in they had a 'game room' and they painted the FSU Seminole Indian on the wall. While doing it the man had a lung collapse. He had never had lung problems.
Who knows.
But she didn't feel alone in the house. There was one bedroom she didn't like to go in, ever. An old friend came to the house to see her every so often, but would never cross the threshold. She would just stand at the doorway and talk.
Sometimes the woman would wake up in the night to what sounded like someone pounding on the outside of her house, her brick house. Her husband insisted that if anything was going to hurt them it would have by then.
Then one night when they were asleep her husband woke up partially and saw a pitch black figure walking down the hall. It came right into their bedroom. It walked past their bed and into their walk-in closet. Her husband kept a riffle in the closet and the figure reached up and took it down. As the figure left her husband saw the shadow of the riffle, as if the figure was carrying it. Her husband leapt out of bed and went to the closet.
The riffle was there.
Who knows.
But she didn't feel alone in the house. There was one bedroom she didn't like to go in, ever. An old friend came to the house to see her every so often, but would never cross the threshold. She would just stand at the doorway and talk.
Sometimes the woman would wake up in the night to what sounded like someone pounding on the outside of her house, her brick house. Her husband insisted that if anything was going to hurt them it would have by then.
Then one night when they were asleep her husband woke up partially and saw a pitch black figure walking down the hall. It came right into their bedroom. It walked past their bed and into their walk-in closet. Her husband kept a riffle in the closet and the figure reached up and took it down. As the figure left her husband saw the shadow of the riffle, as if the figure was carrying it. Her husband leapt out of bed and went to the closet.
The riffle was there.
Little May
I had a couple from Virginia on my last week-end and they had a great camping story. They had gone tent camping at Kerr Lake in Virginia. It is a simple gravel campground and on the site is an old church and a graveyard. The church, graveyard, and campground are all encircled by a short wrought iron fence. The graves are old and sunken, mostly from the beginning of the 19th century. One is for a 9 year old girl and all that is engraved on the stone is "Little May."
Well the man said that he was lying awake one night and heard the ice chest open and close, open and close then someone walking outside their tent on the gravel. Only the footfalls never went off into the woods, he would have heard the leaves and the rustling of the trees. None of that, just footfalls on gravel. Well he leaped out of bed with his flashlight, it is freezing, he can see his breath in the tent, even though it is July in Virginia. When he goes outside and searches the campground, of course there is no one there.
The next day his whole extended family laughs at him.
The following night his wife, who never wakes in the night, pulls on his arm in the middle of the night. There is someone outside our tent, she says. He insists, not this again. But the tent is freezing. They hear footsteps come right up to their tent and stop just outside. Then they hear a little girl's voice, like she is talking to her father, only it is very faint. He takes a deep breath, grabs his flashlight and in a great woosh opens the tent.
Outside there is nothing but dark night.
Well the man said that he was lying awake one night and heard the ice chest open and close, open and close then someone walking outside their tent on the gravel. Only the footfalls never went off into the woods, he would have heard the leaves and the rustling of the trees. None of that, just footfalls on gravel. Well he leaped out of bed with his flashlight, it is freezing, he can see his breath in the tent, even though it is July in Virginia. When he goes outside and searches the campground, of course there is no one there.
The next day his whole extended family laughs at him.
The following night his wife, who never wakes in the night, pulls on his arm in the middle of the night. There is someone outside our tent, she says. He insists, not this again. But the tent is freezing. They hear footsteps come right up to their tent and stop just outside. Then they hear a little girl's voice, like she is talking to her father, only it is very faint. He takes a deep breath, grabs his flashlight and in a great woosh opens the tent.
Outside there is nothing but dark night.
Gifts?
This week-end I had a couple on my tour who were from Dallas, but used to live in California. When they were there they lived in a house and had a few strange occurrences. One night the gentlemen had an episode of sleep paralysis and saw a dark figure walking down the hall. His wife saw it, she was terrified and tried and tried to wake him. At the time she didn't realize the state he was in, she was just upset he wasn't helpful.
One year at Christmas, they had the kids' presents packed up and hidden in an upstairs closet. The kids were young, too young to sneak around looking for gifts. On Christmas Eve, the gentleman went upstairs to the closet to get the gifts. It was empty. He thought his wife had done something with the gifts, but she denied it. Years later they still have no idea what happened to them.
After I met this couple I went home and did my taxes. I think the process sucked my memory because I believe they had more stories. But I cannot remember them for the life of me.
One year at Christmas, they had the kids' presents packed up and hidden in an upstairs closet. The kids were young, too young to sneak around looking for gifts. On Christmas Eve, the gentleman went upstairs to the closet to get the gifts. It was empty. He thought his wife had done something with the gifts, but she denied it. Years later they still have no idea what happened to them.
After I met this couple I went home and did my taxes. I think the process sucked my memory because I believe they had more stories. But I cannot remember them for the life of me.
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