Tag Archives: Ghost

Mystery Noise

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Mystery Noise

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For the past few weeks we’ve been hearing strange noises.

It sounds like it’s someone walking around or bumping the ceiling when we are out in the garage.

I hear it early in the mornings when it’s still dark outside, and also during the day, and at night.

I just hear it out there, not when we are in the house, just the garage.

It might be up in the attic, or even on the roof, but I don’t know.

Could it be birds on the roof? I’m thinking no, because the birds we have around here are not large, and wouldn’t weigh enough to make a sound with their feet. They aren’t active at night anyway.

Could it be cats on the roof. Possible, but the outside cats we have now are just not that energetic to climb on the roof and I’ve never seen them up there. We have had cats that did, in the past though.

It couldn’t be squirrels, or raccoons, because we don’t have those around here either.

Once I thought it might be the wind blowing the shingles on the roof, but I’ve looked outside when I hear the noise, and the wind isn’t blowing at all.

This might be strange, but I think it’s our ghost, or another one has come to pay a visit. There are no other noises, though … just the thumping sound.

Here’s the opening to our attic that is out there. There is nothing at all stored up there, and we never go up there.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Don’t Ask Me Why I Wrote It

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Don’t Ask Me Why I Wrote It

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>wrote 2015<

Letter to myself:

Dear Ghost,

Be flash about music

Rules challenge you

Scared?

Behind tragedy, smiles escaped

Independent evening learned

Worldwide – pick anything

Myths painted without fun

Peace, rain, art … Quiet ahhhh

Medicine pin release

I escaped my story

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

April Squares Day # 6 – Top – Haunted Bell Tower

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April Squares Day # 6 – Top – Haunted Bell TowerSquares Logo

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Crowning of the Queen of Squares

April is a month of squares, hosted by Becky. The theme is ‘top’, and all photos must be squared.

To join in, and to see other entries, just click the above link.

Thanks so much, Becky, for hosting this fun challenge. 🙂

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This is the high school I went to. Lubbock High School was founded in 1891, and moved to this brand new building in 1931. It was built in the Romanesque Revival style. I think it is a beautiful building.

LHS is haunted. This fact has been known for many years. I, myself, experienced weird things, when I attended classes there. People have seen ghostly figures in the bell tower, and heard music coming from empty rooms. There are strange knocking sounds from inside the sealed walls, and I could feel the strangeness while walking in the 3rd floor back hallway. The arches in front are very spooky. You can hear a weeping woman, if you stand in a certain spot under them, and the auditorium and balcony have been the sight of other haunting episodes. There are also several gargoyles on the building.

Some of the past students who went on to become famous were, Buddy Holly, Natalie Maines (of the Dixie Chicks), Ralna English, and Mac Davis, among many other notables.

Here’s the photos I took.

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“Ghost Girl”, by Finn Morrison.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

 

Fan Of … Painted Rocks

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Fan Of … Painted Rocks

Fan Of… #22 — Solar Powered Desk Lamp

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Here’s a new fun challenge! Just post something you like and are a fan of. 🙂

It’s hosted by Jez Braithwaite, and you can find his blog at the above link. Thanks, Jez!

How To Join In

  1. Create a Fan Of… Photo Post.
  2. Add a link to your Fan of… blog post in my comment box.
  3. Title your post Fan Of… or add Fan Of… tag

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I’m a big fan of painted rocks. I like them, and I like painting them myself.

I’ve probably painted hundreds over the years, starting back in the early 1970s.

You can find a rock most anywhere you look, or you can buy bunches of them in craft stores, or gardening centers.

The paint I use is acrylic, which comes in all kinds of pretty colors, and dries fast. I usually try to seal with a clear coat, too.

I do these just for fun, but I also give them as gifts, and for the ongoing Kindness Rock fad that happens all over the world.

 

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“You Rock”

With one little rock

From Rock-a-bye-baby, to

Rock around the clock

Rock ‘n roll with Buddy, and

Jenny from the block

Find a painted rock

Happiness unlock

We rock your world,

And I have to say

You’ll be rocked

Day by day

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© 2017 BS

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When I leave some rocks to be found, I put one of my labels on the back. It says:

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I’ve painted rocks for all kinds of holidays, and/or also just a nice, funny, or uplifting message on them.

Sometimes I actually find a rock someone else has left around town. That’s always fun. I post it to the groups, and then re-hide it for someone else to find. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

 

Color Your World – Aquamarine

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Color Your World – Aquamarine

Color your World: Aquamarine

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  • Aquamarine Crayola
  • Picture I drew of the word in colored in rectangle
  • Painting I did of the word Ghost in aquamarine
  • Color chip
  • Stack of books with aquamarine covers
  • Aquamarine, white & beige cross (made of marbles – wall hanging)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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I want to thank Yinglan for tagging me to do this photo challenge. I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. You can find Yinglan’s blog here

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This is the photo…

 

Directing traffic was Dave’s passion. He was affectionately called Dave the Director by all the regular drivers who passed by his designated station. Everyone would give him a happy wave, and a cheery hello, day after day.

No one knew the real Dave, the man behind the uniform. No one knew why he would blow his whistle, swish his baton all around, guiding the cars and trucks to their destination without fail, but would never speak to them. Someone got curious and googled his profile information, which led to a touching human interest story in the local papers.

Dave B, esteemed member of this community, and well known traffic policeman, passed away at the age of 35, on January 17, 1992. He was interred in City Cemetery, yet it has been reported that he revisits the scene of his accidental death. His presence is seen at the intersection where he was struck down by a speeding car. It is felt that he resumes his position, to aid drivers now, so there will be no more tragedies, like he experienced. For the last 25 years, there has been no more accidents at that location, because of Dave’s ghost watching over all souls who pass by.

No one knew the real Dave…until they read his obituary.

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My nominees are:

Bee at The Bee Writes

Suze at Suziland too or an Obsolete Childhood

Oneta at Sweet Aroma

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Here’s the photo I chose. There is no obligation to participate…just thought you might enjoy. 🙂

 

 

 

Building, Joy, Planning, Plans

photo by jarmoluk at Pixabay

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Tonight?

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TONIGHT?

The blond boy shuffled his feet in the gravel next to the building. He was waiting. He struck a match, holding the orange flame up to the joint held between his lips. Inhaling deeply, he began to relax. This could be the night.

He watched as a couple of girls ran past him, paying no attention to the boy in the shadows. There was a muffled sound of music seeping out into the chilly night air. Pulling his jacket closer around him, he walked toward the back door of the venue, following in the girls footsteps.

Scrunching through the rocks, he rounded the corner. There was the bus, belching diesel fumes into the cold air. The driver had just let the two girls inside. He sighed, knowing he would never be invited in, yet still hoping…always hoping.

He glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He moved closer to the double doors, his heart pounding a rhythm to match the beat of the music from within. Then a thunderous roar was followed by a silence that made his ears ring. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

A thousand footsteps behind him were coming closer. The doors flew open as two burly men lead the way to the bus. In the few seconds before the crowd caught up to him, he made eye contact with a tall musician coming through the doorway.

He hears the words, “Not tonight,” spoken, as the musician signals to him with a hand over his heart. Then he is gone…swept along with his entourage onto the bus

The blond boy is just another face in the crowd of fans now gathered there, hoping to get a glimpse of the musician. It is bittersweet, having been seen, yet not invited along. He turns away, preparing for the next stop on the road ahead.

Inside the bus, the musician watches through the window and sighs.

“Who were you talking to?” a band mate asks.

“My brother,” he replies.

“I didn’t see anyone there.” the band mate says.

“I know…he died two years ago. He was my biggest fan…and he still is.”

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~note~ first written and posted on Blogger (Blog Spot) November 19, 2013
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 22

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 22

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Poem # 22

Ghost

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GHOST (#1)

Ghost

Tortured soul

Crying, whispering, sighing

Trapped between two worlds

Apparition

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GHOST (#2)

Ghost

Disembodied being

Searches, haunts, manifests

Lonely, cold, and alone

Spirit

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~Cinquain poem~ structure = 5 lines with only 11 words total

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Cameras/Photographers

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Cameras/Photographers CFFC

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Any kind of camera or photographer

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Here are some of my cameras. I only use the blue one on the bottom right, any more. I don’t remember having a photo of me taking a picture with a camera, or anyone else, for that matter. The silver one (middle left) I guess is still working, but I got weird vibes from it. I think my house ghost didn’t like me using it, or something, because it would snatch all the energy from the batteries as soon as I put new ones in. I tried over and over with brand new batteries, and every time, they would be immediately be drained. The Minolta on the bottom left was my favorite, but it quit working, and I couldn’t find anyone who could repair it. Now, I mostly just use my phone camera. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS