Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Question Of The Day


We once had a landlord that was ‘a person of interest’ in a murder case. Yeah.

Your turn!

41 comments:

  1. This is an easy question for me, Martha.
    Seeing my great grandfather's ghost when I was about 8 years old!
    It is one of my personal, true ghost stories that I will be posting here for the month of October...stay tuned ;}

    I'd much rather have my ghost than your landlord...whew!!!

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    1. That is an amazing experience. I can't wait to hear more...

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  2. Oh definitely an easy one for me - September 3, 1977. I was just about to start 7th grade. My parents were away and my two older cousins were staying with me. They brought me with them to a Grateful Dead concert at Raceway Park in Englishtown, NJ. To this day it is still the largest concert that was ever held in NJ. I can honestly say that it was a life-changing experience for me - in very many and good ways.

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    1. That is quite an experience! And at such a young age, too. Lucky girl.

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  3. I want to know more about the person of interest. I can't answer the question because I can't choose one experience.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. I'll have to write about it one day. I don't remember all the details because I was quite young but the overall story is very interesting.

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  4. Wow, interesting with who your landlord was! Mine would have to be when I broke my ankle when I was 7 years old. It was a week before we were moving to San Diego from Pennsylvania by train, of all things. My poor mom, having to deal with all the stress of moving and then dealing with me on crutches on a train! I remember she arranged for a wheelchair to transport me from one train to another and I was so embarrassed being wheeled around.

    betty

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    1. Oh, sounds horrible, Betty...for you and your mom!

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  5. I grew up in Jamaica and remember we withstood the fierce winds of a hurricane. Mostly all the avocado fruit blowing off the trees, my dad was devastated about that.

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  6. Hmmm, maybe that summer my friend and I were glued to the ouija board communing with a spirit called Natasha. Luckily, Natasha was very nice to deal with.

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    1. Thank goodness for that. You could have unleashed a poltergeist :)

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  7. I'm sure I have something in all of these categories. On the other hand I'm so old a don't remember much of my childhood. for crazy it was crossing the dugout on thin ice. You had to shuffle and run very fast. If you stepped you could break the ice. At church, they would talk about the coming of the Lord. I didn't want that dude to come as we would be gone in the twinkling of an eye. I wanted to play outside!!!!

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    1. Playing outside was about all I was interested in as a kid, too :) I'm sure you've got tons of interesting experiences to share!

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  8. I can't think of one to be honest. Though I was about six months from working with a supervisor who went to jail from murdering his wife but that's when I was about 21

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  9. I've been sitting here trying to think up something. I read what other people wrote. My father was very "weird" but for me that was normal growing up. He did Ouija board stuff, believed in extraterrestrials, past lives, the whole thing. Because I was exposed to his way of thinking, I suppose what would be weird for others would be normal for me (although I was always morbidly embarrassed by him). -Jenn

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    1. Actually, it's not weird to me, at all. I am open to just about anything...weird or not.

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  10. We lived in Ft. Knox Kentucky when I was 3-4 years old. There the ghost of a native American that stood at the top of the stair case and watched as we went up and down. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs when he pushed my older sister down them. He followed us from Ft. Knox to Ft. Benning, and then to Atlanta. He'd stand in a corner of the dining room looking out the window. I quit seeing him after my brothers went to Viet Nam.

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    1. Wow! That is one heck of an experience. So awesome. Did it frighten you?

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  11. I was born an identical twin. My sister was very ill from birth and they knew she wasn't going to make it, mum was allowed to bring us home. One afternoon at four months of age we slept for a very long time, long past when we'd normally wake and cry. Mum went in to check on us and Michelle had died. I was lying there awake but quiet, as if I knew.

    When I was in my 20s I had a hypnosis session where I went inside myself and was supposed to meet myself and give myself a hug. As soon as I saw the other me, I knew it was Michelle. I hadn't thought about her for years. I gave her a hug. I never really knew her, but I miss her anyway.

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    1. That is so sad about your twin. I'm sorry that happened. What a terrible tragedy. Your hypnosis session must have been quite incredible.

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  12. Ooh, wow sounds like you and a few of the others here have had some pretty scary/crazy experiences.

    I remember one evening when I was eight, we were out camping in Oklahoma. We cooked beans over the fire and were eating them outside when my sister and I heard a noise that sounded like a bear. We were frightened and went inside our camper to eat, but our parents reassured us that it was just the donkeys across the lake. Another time when I was even younger, we were eating baked beans in our camper in the desert in Arizona. I heard an animal that sounded like a lion! Papa told me it was a wild pig. Apparently eating beans tuned my ears to hear "lions" and "bears."

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    1. HAHAHA! And perhaps your imagination :) What in the world was in those beans? :)

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  13. ... I've been trying to think of one ... but haven't done so yet!!!
    I've enjoyed reading the previous comments though!

    All the best Jan

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  14. I was afraid of the Boogeyman. Being poor (I didn't know at the time) my sisters and I shared a bed. I complained one night about always sleeping in the middle and getting mashed. I decided this was great though and proceeded to tell my sisters how the Boogeyman would get one of them and I would have time to get away. One sister said, Didn't you know the Boogeyman drills a hole in the middle of the bed cause he knows where the tender ones sleep!?

    That is one memory that stays!

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    1. BAHAHAHAHA! Oh, your sisters got you on that one! Isn't it fun having siblings? How else would we have these types of stories to tell? :)

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  15. My whole childhood was weird...there just is not single moment. Loved reading the other comments though. Great question.

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  16. In my city there was a milkman that pushed his wife into the fireplace and she hit her head and died. To cover it up he burnt her body but the police came and told him to put it out. Being the good law abiding citizen that he was he did but then chopped her up and rototillered her body into the garden. Then he cemented a patio over it. True (and morbid) story. My dad knew they guy. He eventually got caught when he confessed to a girlfriend years later.

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  17. I experienced the paranormal twice when i was 9 and didn't even feel afraid. I think i blogged about it...

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    1. I'll have to search your blog and see if I can find it!

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  18. When I was about 3 and my sister was 5 we both had the same experience/dream that we flew down the very steep stairs in our house.......we both had the same feelings of flying.
    We are both pretty 'grounded' now!!

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    1. That is incredible, Jim. Sounds like you were very connected!

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    1. That's too bad. It would be fun to hear a story from you. I bet you have some cool/weird memories!

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  20. Strangely wonderful: Canoeing up the peninsula in Lansdowne House with a number of canoes paddled by Indians and led by Father Ouimet and Brother Bernier. The ice had gone out about five miles up the lake, and a plane was bringing in much needed supplies. We had to portage across the peninsula with the canoes to meet the plane because the wind had changed. It was a race against the wind and crushing ice to get the canoes back to the village. I felt like I had gone back in time and was a voyageur!

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    1. That sounds like an amazing experience! Exhilarating and very edgy, like something out of an adventure movie!

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  21. I was in one year of high school with a boy who had been held back a year, and he went on to kill someone and go to jail.

    the other time was I did a retail sales course and one of the girls in the class was a bit of a bitch to me over something quite ridiculous. I have no idea why she bit my head off, but a few years later she's a murder victim and the crime was in the news. My sister said that she looked like a nice person in the photo and I'm thinking, no she wasn't!

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