Category Archives: TRUE STORY

Haunted Coffee Table at Grandma’s House

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Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

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This is one more story I have about my Grandma’s Haunted House. I wrote this one on July 28, 2014.

You can find the other posts at these links:

My Grandma’s Haunted House https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8Tc

My Grandma’s Spooky Garage https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8TH

FLYING OBJECTS…IDENTIFIED

 

Have you ever seen a normal household object in your house fly through the air on it’s own? I have on many occasions. As long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to the paranormal realm. I know there are many unexplainable occurances in the world, and I really believe they are from another dimension, or a parallel universe, from outer space, or even a ghost.

With this post, I’ll begin relating some of my most memorable experiences with the supernatural.

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Flying objects have been pretty consistant in my experience. First at my grandma’s house, then in my own homes.  My grandmother was the 13th child in her family. When I was growing up, she lived around the corner from us – the adddress was 1313 xyz Street. Her house was haunted. I don’t know if all the 13 numbers had anything to do with it, but it did make it more interesting.

On many occasions, when I was at her house, just sitting there in the living room, things would fly off the coffee table for no reason we could see. Things like a candy dish, a magazine, or an ashtray would slide, jump, or fly off it. We did not make this happen. We didn’t know when it would happen, it just did. It got pretty commonplace to see this happening off and on through the years.

I know there were unseen entities in that house. We could feel their presence, and see what they did. I never actually saw an apparition, but did see things move about, and hear strange noises there. Later on, my grandma moved into another house, taking some of her furniture with her. That coffee table was one of the pieces she kept. I think something was attached to it and came along to the new place, because the occurances of flying objects continued there, also.

My aunt still has that coffee table in her house, now. I took a picture of it recently, but didn’t see anything strange about it. I know it has secrets, though. It is off to the left, in front of the dustcloth covered couch. She’s never said if anything weird happens with it now.

The coffee table is in front of the sheet covered couch in this photo. It is dark brown, with slats, and it is fairly long. You can click the photo to enlarge.

haunted coffee table

haunted coffee table

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 & 2022 BS

 

Grandma’s Ghostly House

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Grandma’s Ghostly House

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This is a true ghost story that happened when I was a kid. I first posted this on this day, August 4th, 2014.

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My Grandma’s house always had a spooky feeling to it. As a kid, my cousin and I would spend the night over there in the back bedroom…even though we were scared of that room.

It felt like something was watching us from up in the NW corner of the ceiling. One night we heard what we swore were babies crying in the living room, so we sneaked in there to have a look.

The room was dim, but no lights were on. What we saw was the old rocking chair, just rocking back and forth…no one was sitting in it. Could this have been a ghost, rocking a ghost baby? I don’t know, but that is what we believed.GE DIGITAL CAMERA

Here’s a picture of the house today. It looks like a regular old house, doesn’t it? I don’t know who lives there now, but I always wonder if they have weird things happen in there like we used to, all those years ago. It looks about the same as

when my grandparents lived there.

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© 2022 BS

My Ghost Was Annoyed

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My Ghost Was Annoyed

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I’m pretty sure my house Ghost was annoyed with me yesterday afternoon.

I had just taken a photo of my sage smudge broom to use in my poem today, when I heard a small crash out in the kitchen. I came out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

I looked around a minute, then saw a magnet had fallen off the refrigerator door. It had been slung across the room. It wasn’t a special magnet, just one I’d gotten at a yard sale years ago of a beach scene with umbrella, because I like collecting all kinds.

Anyway, the thing is you’d think a magnet falling off the refrigerator wouldn’t be that easy, right? I mean it’s magnetized and stuck there. It had been stuck there for a long long time. You’d also think it would have just fallen straight down to the floor. But no … this one had gone completely sideways at least 3 to 4 feet away into the next room. It also had to have jagged around a portion of the wall that sticks out several inches right by the fridge.

I’m no stranger to things flying around from time to time. It’s happened many times. I think my Ghost was annoyed because I had the smudge broom out and they were maybe thinking I was trying to banish him/her from the house. I wasn’t at all. I love having my Ghost around here. It’s usually pretty quiet, but every once in awhile I’m made aware he/she is still around. 🙂

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© 2021 BS

Tornado Weather

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photo from TV weather alert about tornado funnels

Tornado Weather

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We had a wild little while yesterday evening! We were under a tornado watch that turned into a tornado warning for our city. It was scary, but exciting at the same time.

There were tornado funnels dropping from scary looking clouds all around the area, even within the city limits. The news reporters and storm chasers were broadcasting continually, saying to take shelter.

There was just a little bit of rain, and a few hailstones falling, but not that much. Instead of taking shelter everyone around here was out looking at the storm clouds. My daughter sent pictures, and I took pictures, and even my little 7 year old grand daughter texted me with a picture from the TV of the weather news alert. (photo above showing storm clouds)

My cousin even got a video of the funnel as it formed. Thankfully no funnels ever touched down to the ground.

After a little while everything moved on and we were in the clear again. We are in for another round tonight though. EEK

Here’s a couple of photos of the funnel taken from his FB posting of it from his video, plus a couple that I took of the clouds over our neighborhood.

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And a photo from my daughter’s house, too.

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© 2021 BS

31 Days of Halloween – Scary Music

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31 Days of Halloween – Scary Music

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge – Music

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Scary Music: Pipe Organ and Ghost

 

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Here’s a true spooky story that happened to me and a friend years ago.

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Years ago, my friend and I were prowling around a big, historic local church. Just us. It was late at night. I don’t know why we were even in there, but we thought no one else was there, and it was dimly lit and spooky. We kept hearing strange and weird music coming from somewhere, so we started exploring. It sounded kind of pretty, but still spooky, when we didn’t think anyone else was there. We looked in all kinds of rooms, up stairs and down in the basement, into shadowy corners, and nooks and crannies. Finally, we found where it was coming from. Some person was playing a giant pipe organ. I guess they were practicing for church services, I don’t know. They didn’t notice us peeking at them, even though we watched for awhile.

At least we thought that’s what and who we saw. Could have been a ghost musician for all we knew. We got out of there, and didn’t speak of it to anyone else.

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© 2020 BS

Book Woes # 1

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Book Woes # 1 Click to view

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I was just thinking about weird things that happen with my books over the years. (that I remember)

One of the first odd things was:

I think I was in 4th or 5th grade when this happened. I always rode my bike to and from school, and it had a basket on the front where I’d place my books. One day I was on my way, when I did something to make me crash the bike out in front of our house. I fell off, the bike skidded away, but not before gouging a hole in my knee, and all my books and such fell out of the basket.

I was bleeding, and my books were now run over by the bike, leaving them torn and dirty. What a start to the day!

One of those books was from the school library. The title was “Strawberry Roan”, about a horse. I loved reading books about horses and dogs. Anyway, that book was damaged pretty bad. That was my biggest worry – not my bleeding knee.

I picked myself up, gathered up all the books, and pedaled on to school. When I arrived, I’d come up with a plan.

A plan for getting the ripped up library book back into the library  … without anyone noticing, or knowing it was me that did the damage.

Yeah …

So, I sneaked into the school library somehow, before it was even open for business. No one was in there but me. I put the book on the shelf, hiding it as much as I could, and took the take out card from the library files, and scratched out my name in very dark scribbled #2 pencil marks.

Then, I went on my way. As far as I know my crime was never found out, and no one ever said anything about a damaged book.

Still, that episode has remained in my memory for all these years.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Grand-ma’s Christmas Kitchen

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Never had a Christmas Day come that we weren’t at Grand-ma’s house for dinner. Along with the boxes of presents and excited, yelling kids, the ladies would bring along lots of holiday food.

Inside the shiny aluminum foil was turkey and dressing smelling of sage and cornbread. Pies had thick, gooey meringue  with tiny drops of golden liquid beading it’s surface You never knew which flavor pie you’d get – creamy chocolate, tangy pineapple, or toasted coconut – until it was cut open, revealing the thick, sweet-smelling pudding inside.

All the children would sneak into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready. The tantalizing smells of the baking turkey, and rows of brown ‘n serve rolls lined up waiting their turn in the oven were just to tempting for us to resist. We hung around underfoot, hoping for a tid-bit to hold us until dinner was ready.

The kitchen walls were painted a light blue, and a large piece of clear plastic was thumb-tacked behind the stove. A door leading to the service porch was always left open on this day to let in a cool breeze.

On the south side of the kitchen, an unusual indoor window was divided into sized cubbyholes. If you looked through it, you would see a bedroom. It was a big day when one of the kids could look through without being held up in someone’s arms. On the shelves in this window sat my Grand-ma’s little glass figurines. We kids always had to examine each and every one. I remember a large, funny coffee cup. It had two separate compartments, each with a flat side. When put together, it would make one large cup. Words printed on it said it was a “Texas sized” cup of coffee, and wouldn’t you rather have half a cup.

As the dinner preparations were coming to an end, my cousins, sister, and I would argue over whose turn it was to sit on the tall wooden stool. It’s rounded seat, painted sky blue, was the favorite perch of every child. We took turns and usually drew straws to see who sat on the favored ‘throne’. When sitting so high, you’d feel like royalty.

Finally, everyone would crowd around the kitchen table and my uncle would say a special prayer. It was always the same one, and gave everyone a good feeling that our family was gathered at Christmas again.

My Grand-pa usually sat at the table with the ladies and kids. With a twinkle in his blue eyes, he’d do his magic tricks for us. These were just simple things, like pulling a quarter magically from a child’s ear, or switching our iced tea glass with his, and doing little puzzles with matchsticks, but to us it was real magic.

As night came on, everyone would pack up some food for taking home. Bidding everyone a good night, the children would be rounded up and a tired but happy family would make their way home on a cold Christmas night.

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I wrote this story way back in 1984.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

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Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

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This is one more story I have about my Grandma’s Haunted House. I wrote this one on July 28, 2014.

You can find the other posts at these links:

My Grandma’s Haunted House https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8Tc

My Grandma’s Spooky Garage https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8TH

FLYING OBJECTS…IDENTIFIED

 

Have you ever seen a normal household object in your house fly through the air on it’s own? I have on many occasions. As long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to the paranormal realm. I know there are many unexplainable occurances in the world, and I really believe they are from another dimension, or a parallel universe, from outer space, or even a ghost.

With this post, I’ll begin relating some of my most memorable experiences with the supernatural.

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Flying objects have been pretty consistant in my experience. First at my grandma’s house, then in my own homes.  My grandmother was the 13th child in her family. When I was growing up, she lived around the corner from us – the adddress was 1313 xyz Street. Her house was haunted. I don’t know if all the 13 numbers had anything to do with it, but it did make it more interesting.

On many occasions, when I was at her house, just sitting there in the living room, things would fly off the coffee table for no reason we could see. Things like a candy dish, a magazine, or an ashtray would slide, jump, or fly off it. We did not make this happen. We didn’t know when it would happen, it just did. It got pretty commonplace to see this happening off and on through the years.

I know there were unseen entities in that house. We could feel their presence, and see what they did. I never actually saw an apparition, but did see things move about, and hear strange noises there. Later on, my grandma moved into another house, taking some of her furniture with her. That coffee table was one of the pieces she kept. I think something was attached to it and came along to the new place, because the occurances of flying objects continued there, also.

My aunt still has that coffee table in her house, now. I took a picture of it recently, but didn’t see anything strange about it. I know it has secrets, though. It is off to the left, in front of the dustcloth covered couch. She’s never said if anything weird happens with it now.

In future posts, I will tell of more flying objects I’ve seen … at my own house! I will, also tell more true stories of my encounters with the paranormal.

Have you had any weird experiences like this? What are your thoughts on the unexplained? I’d love to hear your stories!

The coffee table is in front of the sheet covered couch in this photo. It is dark brown, with slats, and it is fairly long. You can click the photo to enlarge.

haunted coffee table

haunted coffee table

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Borrow the Lyrics Challenge – Texas in My Rear View Mirror

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Borrow the Lyrics Challenge – Texas in My Rear View Mirror

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Borrow the Lyrics Challenge — Mitski

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I was tagged for this challenge by Li, of “Tao Talk”. You can find her awesome blog at the above link. Thanks so much, Li! 🙂

“Borrow the Lyrics Challenge”, created by PJ — I’m Sorry for the Inconvenience.

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Rules:

  1. You need to choose a verse from a song and use it in an original poem or story.
  2. You must include the name of the song and the singer at the end or beginning.
  3. You need to challenge someone else and invent ONE rule they need to follow.
  4. You must credit the person who started this challenge and the person who challenged you (see above.)
  5. You must include the rules of this challenge.

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  1. ONE rule that I’m asking Barbara to follow is:  choose a song about a place you love

Here’s the verse I chose to write about. The song it’s from is posted below. It’s “Texas In My Rear View Mirror”, by Mac Davis.

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I guess happiness was Lubbock, Texas
In my rear view mirror
But now happiness is Lubbock, Texas
Growing nearer and dearer
And the vision is getting clearer
In my dreams

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My take on this song and lyric:

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I always wanted to travel, to see new things and new places, but felt stuck in my hometown. That’s just how it was up until I got married. My husband joined the U. S. Army, and we got to travel to places all over the world. I finally got my dream of flying in an airplane, seeing other countries, having new experiences. It was great fun living in Japan and Germany, and many stateside towns and cities. We moved a lot.

The thing is though, I’d get homesick for my extended family and wish I was back home here in Lubbock TX a lot of the time. There would be years in between seeing them. This was way before computers and facetime, and smart phones. We had to write actual letters to each other, and it might take weeks to hear from them. Calling home was way too expensive at that long distance.

So for awhile, I thought my hometown in the rear view mirror was great.

But I’ll tell you, coming home after being away for so long, seeing the skyline from the road or from the air, seeing my family waiting and waving for me, well, there’s just nothing else like the feeling you get … I’m home.

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~note~ Mac Davis is originally from Lubbock TX, and we even have a street named after him – Mac Davis Lane~

There are a lot of actual scenes of the city in the video.

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“Texas in My Rear View Mirror,” is by Mac Davis, and is on his 1980 album of the same name.

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I was just fifteen and outta control
Lost to James Dean and rock and roll
I knew down deep in my country soul
That I had to get away

Hollywood was a lady in red
Who danced in my dreams
As I tossed in bed
I knew I’d wind up
In jail or dead
If I had to stay

I thought happiness
Was Lubbock, Texas
In my rear view mirror
My momma kept calling me home
But I just did not want to hear her
And the vision was getting clearer
In my dreams

So I laid out one night in June
Stoned on the glow of the Texas moon
Humming an old Buddy Holly tune
Called Peggy Sue

With my favorite jeans
And a cheap guitar

I ran off chasing a distant star
If Buddy Holly could make it that far
I figured I could too

And I thought happiness
Was Lubbock, Texas
In my rear view mirror
My momma kept calling me home
But I just did not want to hear her
And the vision was getting clearer
In my dreams

But the Hollywood moon didn’t
Smile the same old smile
That I’d grown up with
The lady in red
Just wanted my last dime

And I cried myself to sleep at night
Too dumb to run, too scared to fight
And too proud to admit it at the time

So I got me some gigs on Saturday nights
Not much more than orchestrated fights
I’d come home drunk and I’d try to write
But the words came out wrong

Hell bent and bound for a wasted youth
Too much gin and not enough vermouth
And no one to teach me
How to seek the truth
Before I put it into song

I still thought happiness
Was Lubbock, Texas
In my rear view mirror
My momma kept calling me home
But I just could not, would not hear her
And the vision was getting clearer
In my dreams

Well, I thank God each and every day
For giving me the music and words to say
I’d-a never made it any other way
He was my only friend

Now I sleep a little better at night
When I look in the mirror
In the morning light
The man I see was both wrong and right
He’s going home again

I guess happiness was Lubbock, Texas
In my rear view mirror
But now happiness is Lubbock, Texas
Growing nearer and dearer
And the vision is getting clearer
In my dreams

And I think I finally know
Just what it means
And when I die you can bury me
In Lubbock, Texas, in my jeans

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Now I will pass this tag challenge on to … J Dub

Hope you enjoy the challenge, as I know you love all kinds of music, writing, and challenges. 🙂

The ONE EXTRA RULE I challenge Jill to is: choose a song with numbers in it

Have fun! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Skin & Bones – 3 Things Challenge

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Skin & Bones – 3 Things Challenge

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/three-things-challenge-pl82/

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Today’s prompt: truck, skin, library

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I used to deal in skin & bones.

Sounds pretty ominous doesn’t it? But, no…let me explain.

A delivery truck would haul my supply of skin and bones to me, every week.

I’d take the bones, rubbing and creasing the skins to sharp, straight lines. Everyone said I was the best skin and bone wielder…the best at my job.

Well, it needed to be done. The skins needed to fit closely. The bone knife was just the tool for the job.

The skins were tough, and they could take all the handling in their future, too.

So, now I’ve told you a little about my job, I need to get back to work in the library.

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Note … this is a true story! I used to work in different libraries, and one of my jobs was to take the see-through plastic covers (skins), crease them to fit the books with the bone knife. It was a fun job! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS