JK Knives
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Halloween! So if you have any true spooky stories, let`s hear them. I`ll start, but I doubt if you will believe me.
When my oldest grandaughter was about 2 years old, they lived in a apartment. She would sit by the couch and talk as if she were having a conversation with someone. When my daughter asked who she was talking to, she said that boy on the couch. My daughter asked a couple of the other tenants about it, and they said a young boy had died in that apartment of an illness. About a year later they rented an older farmhouse on the outskirts of the town next to me. My grandaughter would always talk about the old man with the hairy face like mine (I have a beard), and the funny hat. When we asked about the hat, she said it was kind of like a cowboy hat. She said his name was Thomas. One Saturday when we were there my daughter said the lights in the bathroom were sometimes flickering. I said I would go in the attic crawlspace and check out the wires. I came across some old boxes there that had some old books and photos in them. One of the photos was of an old man with a beard dressed up in an old time suit with a derby hat. On the back of the photo was written Thomas! After she turned 4, she never mentioned seeing people again.
Second story. As you all know, I have some dogs, but I used to have 2 cats. I`ve still got Sissy, a grey cat that`s 18 years old now, but about 3 years ago Missy, my white cat died. Every so often we will find a clump of white cat fur on the back of the couch, which was her spot to lay in the sun.
Believe it or not, these are both true stories. Now let`s hear yours.
When my oldest grandaughter was about 2 years old, they lived in a apartment. She would sit by the couch and talk as if she were having a conversation with someone. When my daughter asked who she was talking to, she said that boy on the couch. My daughter asked a couple of the other tenants about it, and they said a young boy had died in that apartment of an illness. About a year later they rented an older farmhouse on the outskirts of the town next to me. My grandaughter would always talk about the old man with the hairy face like mine (I have a beard), and the funny hat. When we asked about the hat, she said it was kind of like a cowboy hat. She said his name was Thomas. One Saturday when we were there my daughter said the lights in the bathroom were sometimes flickering. I said I would go in the attic crawlspace and check out the wires. I came across some old boxes there that had some old books and photos in them. One of the photos was of an old man with a beard dressed up in an old time suit with a derby hat. On the back of the photo was written Thomas! After she turned 4, she never mentioned seeing people again.
Second story. As you all know, I have some dogs, but I used to have 2 cats. I`ve still got Sissy, a grey cat that`s 18 years old now, but about 3 years ago Missy, my white cat died. Every so often we will find a clump of white cat fur on the back of the couch, which was her spot to lay in the sun.
Believe it or not, these are both true stories. Now let`s hear yours.
Unbelievable how much noise there is after everyone else is gone.
