Haunted Hotels
May 10th, 2002 | 04:44 PM
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I've said it before on this forum
if ghosts were true, there would be so many of them we couldn't walk outside without seeing one. Dead people outnumber living people by at least 1000 to 1...Funny how the gullible get sucked into that crap.
There is more proof for the Loch Ness monster and bigfoot than for ghosts.
Sorry to be so blunt but sometimes that's what it takes to wake you up.
if ghosts were true, there would be so many of them we couldn't walk outside without seeing one. Dead people outnumber living people by at least 1000 to 1...Funny how the gullible get sucked into that crap.
There is more proof for the Loch Ness monster and bigfoot than for ghosts.
Sorry to be so blunt but sometimes that's what it takes to wake you up.
May 12th, 2002 | 05:07 PM
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It doesn't matter if they are "real" or not, just like it doesn't matter if the tooth fairy or Santa Claus are real. What matters is that it's fun, even for pretend! Who doesn't like to hear a good ghost story when you're camping?? I know I do, even if they aren't "real." And personaly, I can't wait for Arnie to finish his story, even though I don't neccesarily believe in ghosts!
May 13th, 2002 | 07:32 AM
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Can't we just stick to the spooky stories without this becoming a debate on the existence of ghosts and God????? If you want to believe in one or the other or both, great! If not, great, too! Just shaddup about it on this thread. I'm just here to read a scary story.
May 13th, 2002 | 07:38 AM
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Yep, God's been actually chitchatting with the ghosts and dispatching them to areas of maximum receptivity -- He follows the travel magazines' design requirements such that only hotels of a certain age and venerability, as well as in "proper" parts of town, are deemed worthy of haunting.
He's also been organizing the alien visitations -- He only permits alien sightings in rural areas where there's a certain percentage of pickup trucks and secluded roadways.
Having been intrigued with modern ideas of haunting, however, he's moved up to setting certain parts of the American southwest to vibrating and sending images of vortexes (vortices) into the brains of people who wear Birkenstocks or turquoise jewelry.
Some of His more amazing accomplishments have also included convincing certain Protestant clergy that participation in extreme rightwing politics is dear to His heart; promising the very wealthy that the crumbs from their tables will feed the multitudes in the same way that He feed his followers with loaves and fishes; and -- most wondrous of all -- compelling certain adherents of Islams that killing themselves and thousands of others will somehow save Creation.
He's also been organizing the alien visitations -- He only permits alien sightings in rural areas where there's a certain percentage of pickup trucks and secluded roadways.
Having been intrigued with modern ideas of haunting, however, he's moved up to setting certain parts of the American southwest to vibrating and sending images of vortexes (vortices) into the brains of people who wear Birkenstocks or turquoise jewelry.
Some of His more amazing accomplishments have also included convincing certain Protestant clergy that participation in extreme rightwing politics is dear to His heart; promising the very wealthy that the crumbs from their tables will feed the multitudes in the same way that He feed his followers with loaves and fishes; and -- most wondrous of all -- compelling certain adherents of Islams that killing themselves and thousands of others will somehow save Creation.
May 13th, 2002 | 11:19 AM
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Wow!
My parents have a coffee table type book called "Hauntings" and after reading this post I went and looked in the index. There is a reference to one "S. Aeckney" and a black and white picture of a dilapidated (sp?) building near the coast in Maine. It doesn't say much except "setting of gruesome murders and multiple sightings".
Just thought some of you might be interested.
My parents have a coffee table type book called "Hauntings" and after reading this post I went and looked in the index. There is a reference to one "S. Aeckney" and a black and white picture of a dilapidated (sp?) building near the coast in Maine. It doesn't say much except "setting of gruesome murders and multiple sightings".
Just thought some of you might be interested.
May 13th, 2002 | 02:49 PM
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Sorry about the wait...
Now, it might make for a better story if I could tell you that on the night of February 10th, 1980 there was a fierce storm brewing. The fact of the matter is, however, that the night of “the occurrence” there was nary a cloud in the sky nor a howling wind to be heard. The sky was black—not even a sliver of moon peaking through. “Dead calm” would best describe the conditions, but only one of those two words could be applied to what happened that cold Winter night.
Due to the time of year the Van Der houts B & B wasn’t very busy. Only two couples were staying in the place that particular night and, since it’s a four story mansion, the couples were situated on different floors to allow them some privacy. According to the newspaper article, the couple on the second floor were Jerome and Kathie Kern. Only the first names of Terry and Lisa were given for the couple on the fourth floor—I would imagine this is because they were afraid of what others might think of them, after they told their story. For purposes of clarification I will refer to Terry and Lisa as the “Smiths”.
This is what happened. Because of the distance between the Aeckney place and any neighboring community, the Van Der Houts would prepare dinner for their guests who didn’t wish to make the drive into town. Since it was particularly cold on that February night both the Kerns and the Smiths opted to dine in. After dinner—according to the Kerns--both couples played a game of Hearts in the living room and enjoyed a glass of brandy before retiring to their individual rooms.
By ten o’clock both couples had gone to bed and were—according to them—sound asleep. When the Van Der Houts went to bed an hour later, all was quiet at the Inn. It was at precisely twelve fifteen a.m. that Lisa came awake. At first she wasn’t entirely sure why she had woken up at all. Lisa didn’t remember hearing anything specific, nor did she smell anything, as other couples had reported. She looked at the clock on the nightstand by the bed and then looked at the form of her husband sleeping underneath the blankets. By her own admission, everything seemed okay—and yet SOMETHING wasn’t right. Then it hit her: it was the clock.
When Terrie and Lisa had originally been shown to their room, Mrs. Van Der Hout had pointed to an old antique clock sitting on the nightstand and informed them that it didn’t work. It was one of those beautiful old wood and glass pieces that had a miniature pendulum inside that had long ago stopped moving. Lisa had responded that she possessed an illuminated travel clock and that she always used and, therefore, didn’t need the other clock anyway.
When Lisa had come suddenly awake and looked at the clock, she had assumed she was looking at the glowing dial of her own travel clock. As she lay in bed, coming more fully awake, she began to realize that she heard ticking—even though her travel alarm made no such sound. Turning to look again at the clock she realized that, what she had mistaken for the illuminated dial of her own clock, was actually light reflecting off the brass dial of the antique clock: and that was where the ticking was emanating from as well. At that same instant Lisa realized that the light reflecting off the dial was moonlight coming in from the window—and yet there was no moon that night.
To be continued tomorrow…
Now, it might make for a better story if I could tell you that on the night of February 10th, 1980 there was a fierce storm brewing. The fact of the matter is, however, that the night of “the occurrence” there was nary a cloud in the sky nor a howling wind to be heard. The sky was black—not even a sliver of moon peaking through. “Dead calm” would best describe the conditions, but only one of those two words could be applied to what happened that cold Winter night.
Due to the time of year the Van Der houts B & B wasn’t very busy. Only two couples were staying in the place that particular night and, since it’s a four story mansion, the couples were situated on different floors to allow them some privacy. According to the newspaper article, the couple on the second floor were Jerome and Kathie Kern. Only the first names of Terry and Lisa were given for the couple on the fourth floor—I would imagine this is because they were afraid of what others might think of them, after they told their story. For purposes of clarification I will refer to Terry and Lisa as the “Smiths”.
This is what happened. Because of the distance between the Aeckney place and any neighboring community, the Van Der Houts would prepare dinner for their guests who didn’t wish to make the drive into town. Since it was particularly cold on that February night both the Kerns and the Smiths opted to dine in. After dinner—according to the Kerns--both couples played a game of Hearts in the living room and enjoyed a glass of brandy before retiring to their individual rooms.
By ten o’clock both couples had gone to bed and were—according to them—sound asleep. When the Van Der Houts went to bed an hour later, all was quiet at the Inn. It was at precisely twelve fifteen a.m. that Lisa came awake. At first she wasn’t entirely sure why she had woken up at all. Lisa didn’t remember hearing anything specific, nor did she smell anything, as other couples had reported. She looked at the clock on the nightstand by the bed and then looked at the form of her husband sleeping underneath the blankets. By her own admission, everything seemed okay—and yet SOMETHING wasn’t right. Then it hit her: it was the clock.
When Terrie and Lisa had originally been shown to their room, Mrs. Van Der Hout had pointed to an old antique clock sitting on the nightstand and informed them that it didn’t work. It was one of those beautiful old wood and glass pieces that had a miniature pendulum inside that had long ago stopped moving. Lisa had responded that she possessed an illuminated travel clock and that she always used and, therefore, didn’t need the other clock anyway.
When Lisa had come suddenly awake and looked at the clock, she had assumed she was looking at the glowing dial of her own travel clock. As she lay in bed, coming more fully awake, she began to realize that she heard ticking—even though her travel alarm made no such sound. Turning to look again at the clock she realized that, what she had mistaken for the illuminated dial of her own clock, was actually light reflecting off the brass dial of the antique clock: and that was where the ticking was emanating from as well. At that same instant Lisa realized that the light reflecting off the dial was moonlight coming in from the window—and yet there was no moon that night.
To be continued tomorrow…
May 13th, 2002 | 03:10 PM
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I'm shell-shocked too Arnie, this slop is horrible.
"Now, it might make a better story if..."
'...I had first taken an OD of Narconol.'
PS - Tell Shelley that she needs to work on her segues.
PPS - Thought you were in Italy doing the nasty with your sugar daddy.
"Now, it might make a better story if..."
'...I had first taken an OD of Narconol.'
PS - Tell Shelley that she needs to work on her segues.
PPS - Thought you were in Italy doing the nasty with your sugar daddy.
