On 1/2/2017 11:31 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> On Mon, 2 Jan 2017 18:25:22 -0500, jmcquown wrote:
>
>> On 1/2/2017 2:11 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
>>> On Mon, 2 Jan 2017 11:49:16 -0500, jmcquown wrote:
>>>
>>>> I've actually encountered a ghost on at least one occasion. Wasn't
>>>> anything like the movie fiction with dead girls in a hotel hallway or
>>>> Jack Nicholson wielding an axe. No blood running down walls. No scary
>>>> pig faces in a window, either. If you'd like, I'll tell you about it,
>>>> even though it's way past Halloween.
>>>
>>> This oughta be good. Please Jill! Tell your ghost story!
>>> Ghostbusters I and II seemed to be playing all weekend on some channel
>>> or another.
>>>
>> Hey, are you gonna play Sheldon and call me a liar?
>
> Not unless this ghost story includes a bottle of Dom Perignon.
>
>> Before I was married (1982) my fiance rented a shotgun house. It was
>> the former caretaker's cottage behind what used to be a moderate
>> plantation house in west TN. I was there by myself, putting up some
>> shelf paper and cleaning the kitchen. I could see out the kitchen
>> window down the driveway.
>>
>> It was a nice Spring day in April. I had the windows and doors open
>> while I did some cleaning up in the kitchen at the back. There was a
>> wooden screen door at the front with a squeaky rusty spring. I was
>> alone at the back of the house when I heard the rusty spring, heard the
>> door open, then heard it thump shut. I heard heavy footsteps walking
>> through the front room, towards the bedroom (which was in the middle of
>> the house). I called out, "Michael? I'm back here!" Nothing. I
>> looked out the side kitchen window. No cars in the driveway. I went
>> back to whatever I was doing. Then I heard the screen door spring
>> again. And the wooden door again, thump. And again, heavy steps
>> walking into the front room. There was no one there. I was suddenly
>> filled with a feeling of dread. I literally got goosebumps. I knew I
>> wasn't alone in that place. I exited via the side kitchen door and
>> walked home to my parents house which was not far away.
>>
>> A few days later I met the two middle aged women (I think they were
>> cousins) who owned the property and lived together in the main house.
>> According to family legend, a man who was a caretaker there in the
>> 1950's believed his wife was having an affair with one of the farm
>> workers. He allegedly got drunk and in a rage came home and stabbed her
>> to death.
>>
>> Sorry, I don't have any citations. All I know is I refused to ever
>> spend time alone in that place again.
>
> So somebody COULD have been in the house but you never checked. No
> ghostly apparitions, frosty breezes, clocks running backwards at 10x
> speed, blood running down the mirrors, or even woo-ing sounds?
>
> It could have just been your stalker Alex!
>
> -sw
>
LOL I'm sure you know what a shotgun house is. I could see clear
through from the kitchen. There wasn't anyone there. The room did get
very cold (it was a warm spring day) but I didn't mention it, just that
I got goosebumps.

Jill