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mvmagic Inner circle Has written 1322 Posts |
I promised a cool true story, so here it is
Our friends bought an oldish house at a beautiful site by a small river. Not very remote, but still isolated. Dazzling place really. It was built after WWII and the widow of the guy who built it lived there until she died and our friends bought it from her children. It’s a small, narrow wooden house, very pictoresque. There was electricity and cold water, but no indoor plumbing. As the house was isolated from the community, there were ghost stories about it and even the heirs mentioned to our friends that sometimes one could hear tapping on the wall. Not all the time, but sometimes in the upper floor. The old lady used to say, as I heard, that its her late husband. Also heard she wasn’t one bit worried, lived there for over 50 years. Katri, the mrs. of the couple is not really supertitious, but she is…well you could say “sensitive” and spooked easily. They had work done on the house, I spent a few night there airbrushing a mural on their master bedroom wall and heard absolutely nothing. Some 3 months after they bought it they were finally able to move in-and enjoy hot water and indoor plumbing. At one point I jokingly asked them had they heard anything and while they hadn’t, Katri was noticeably shaken by the question because she had forgetten about it. A few weeks later, Kai-her husband-called me and told me they had heard the tapping upstairs late at night and Katri had been really spooked. I went there many many times and finally heard it myself. Rhytmic “tap tap tap” every now and then, kinda faint but audible. It seemed to come from the wall between the upstairs study and guest bedroom, but it was hard to spot an excact location as it erratic. Ok we thought its tree branches and sort of an audio illusion of the location-but no branches were touching the house. Now Katri’s friend is supposedly very sensitive to afterlife things and she had frightened the heck out of Katri telling she could feel spirits there. I was quite certain, as was Kai, that there must be a rational explanation, we just couldn’t convince Katri. She was afraid to be alone and even considered selling the house. And there was a simple explanation, as we found out a good year later. There was no real attic to speak of, merely a crawl space. I was helping Kai with their new aerial and I crawled in to get the cable inside. As I was there on my stomach, Kai started yelling from the room below, asking what am I doing as he can hear the tapping from the wall. And what we found was far from supernatural. There were pieces of cardboard all over the crawl space, not nailed down or anything, just placed there. I started removing them and found out I could see inside that very wall. There was a stick, wire wrapped around it, the end going inside the wall. I pulled it up to find a metal weight on the other end. It was an old plumb line that was obviously accidentally left there when the house was being built. Wind blowing from the right direction ruffled the pieces of cardboard, causing the weight to swing a bit and it would occasionally hit the inside of the hollow wall. They mostly spend their time on the ground floor, so while there must have been tapping a lot more than what they heard, they simply couldn't hear it. No tapping anymore. Kai had the plumb line framed with a brass plaque that reads “ghost”.
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Mick Ayres Special user Hilton Head Island 998 Posts |
MagicSanta and MVMagic,
One of the hats I wear for Disney is that of a storyteller. Here, among the sea-islands of South Carolina, there are TONS of ghost-legends and tales. Many are culled from the Gullah folk (direct descendents of slaves brought here from the bulge of Africa during the plantation-era). For example, the Gullah folk of this region are responsible for the Br'er Rabbit/Uncle Remus tales. Over the years here, I've made it a point to collect these sort of "ghosts...with an explanation" stories. Done well, these tales can be frightening right up to the end until the source of the 'haunting' is made apparent. Then it is just funny. So, with your permission, I would like to take bits and pieces of these stories you guys have shared and write them into my current script. Would that be acceptable? Warm regards, Mick Ayres
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MagicSanta Inner circle Northern Nevada 5841 Posts |
Go ahead.
This isn't a ghost story but something that happened to me that terrified me as a kid. I went to bed and looked out the window and saw, very clearly, a face staring in at me. I saw that it was red in color and looked like the devil and, being a kid, screamed. My mother comes in and I tell her there is someone looking in the window and she looks, no face, just bushes. She tells me to go to sleep and closes the door, I lay down, look at the window and the guy is there again! I scream, this time my father, a none too friendly guy at that time of his life, comes in and I start ranting that someone is in the window. He looks, sees no one and tells me to shut the @%#$ up and go to sleep. Once again when alone I see clear as a bell that guy at the window snarling at me! I know better than disturb my dad again so I sat there for what seemed like hours watching that guy watch me until I went to sleep. In the morning he was gone. It turned out that my brother, a very creative person (and now very dead) with a huge mean streak and rigged up a line from the door out the window so that when the door was closed a frame with a devil mask would rise up in the windown, open the door, it dropped below the window. In the morning he removed it should anyone look. That was scary as heck. |
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mvmagic Inner circle Has written 1322 Posts |
Sure, go ahead.
Santa, your bro sounds like a real character...have you pulled any pranks on him? When I was a kid, we lived in a nice area, surrounded by woods and fields. One fall, everybody (kids that is) were talking about the "ghost light" in the woods. I saw it myself and it was eerie...extremely bright, blueish light, sort of pulsating. Excited and scared, I told my dad. He just asked "were you in the field by the stone gate, looking towards the closest woods?" He obviously knew where I had been so I was very excited for that brief moment. My dad's friend lived right there in the woods (in a normal house), still does actually. The buildings are not visible thru the woods so none of us kids knew it could be someone's home there. He is a farmer and was building himself a new trailer and was welding at nights, which was the eerie light we saw.
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MagicSanta Inner circle Northern Nevada 5841 Posts |
My brother was not pulling pranks, he was doing it to be cruel. He would also do fun things like put tacks on the floor and call us over when we were bare foot and shoot matches at us that would stick to the skin. We got along when we got older but he was a horrific alchoholic which lead to his homelessness and eventually his suicide. Other than that he was an okay guy.
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mvmagic Inner circle Has written 1322 Posts |
Ouch. We had kid at school who was like that (he was really evil) and his fate was just like your brother's, apart from suicide-this guy froze to death one fall night some years back. Hope you've got nice memories of your brother as well.
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Mick Ayres Special user Hilton Head Island 998 Posts |
Thank you for the go-ahead, gentlemen. I'll get some mileage out of the ear-piece, Spiderman watch and plumb-line stories. Thanks again.
MagicSanta...between your brother, dad and the frustration of dealing with that guy who won't leave your couch, I'm glad you found a way to rise above it. Anyone else in your shoes would be trying to get booked on Oprah. All the best, Mick
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MagicSanta Inner circle Northern Nevada 5841 Posts |
Now you know why I take meds and love work.
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