I may have told this. I may have even told this in this thread. Whatever, it's the story I have.
This happened in the mid 80s. I was 11 or 12, I guess. First, my parents' house was built in the 1920s. It is two stories, with a really big basement. This is an old-school basement, kids. It's damp. It has two fruit cellars. The walls are limestone. The floor is a simple concrete slab. There are a few pillars that hold the house up. The outer walls don't actually connect to the first floor. The walls end about six inches under the floor and there is a small ledge. The house's foundation is a little bit higher and a little bit outside these walls. This becomes important later.
Anyway, my paternal grandmother's side of the family has been in West Virginia forever. She had an aunt who lived "out in the country" with her husband Jake. They had to be in their 70s at this time and Jake passes away. This was sometime in Autumn. At the funeral, my aunt says, "I know something bad was going to happen because we had a bird in our basement that morning." Apparently, it's an old superstition that a bird in the house is a bad omen.
Cut to a few days later. My dad and I are in the living room watching tv. We hear a noise in the basement. And then another one. My dad goes down to investigate and gets dive-bombed by an angry bird. Somehow, this bird got in our basement and now wants out.
There is a side door to the house. It opens to a little landing. Ten steps go down to the basement. Two steps go up to the kitchen. We shut the kitchen door and open the side door. In winter coats and (I believe) football helmets, we try to chase the bird up the steps and out of the house. After about 20 minutes and some engineering involving blankets, we get the bird out.
My dad gets a little freaked because of what my aunt said. He actually called his mother to make sure she and my grandfather were okay.
Anyway, he now wants to figure out how the bird got in. He checks the windows in the basement and they are sealed. He checks near the furnace and there is no hole. He gets a ladder and starts checking that little ledge where the wall stops. It would be pretty easy for a mouse or squirrel to burrow under the foundation and into the house. He doesn't find a hole, but while searching, he finds some old dirty rags that are tied together. He opens them and finds....a bunch of jewelry.
Now he forgets about the bird and runs upstairs with the rags and the jewelry. He's thinking he found buried treasure. He puts the rags in the sink and starts washing off the jewelry. He calls to my mom so she can see it.
She gets there and says, "That's the costume jewelry I lost this summer."
"That's my jewelry. It's just cheap stuff. I thought I had left it at the beach this summer but never worried about it."
"How did it end up tied in a rag on a ledge in our basement?"
'I don't know."
They quiz me, but I'm 11, short, and not terribly adventurous. I had never stolen from them and - besides - I couldn't reach the spot where the jewelry was hidden without a ladder. And on top of that, I'm kind of afraid of that basement. (Still am to be honest).
The only plausible answer is that a friend of mine was in my parents' room, took some of my mom's jewelry, tied in a rag, and hid it in the basement....for no apparent reason. Anyway, trying to steal would have walked by two doors in the process of hiding this cheap booty. They also would have ignored real jewels in my mom's jewelry box.
It couldn't have been an animal, because a person would have had to tied it up in the rag.
What does that leave?
To this day, we have no idea how that rag filled with jewelry got into the basement.
Last edited by Lombardi's_kid_brother; October-18th-2012 at 11:59 AM.
Didn't want to start a new thread for this.. but anyone seen a UFO?
I've seen two in my lifetime, both in lights in the sky at night, both moving in ways that cannot be explained by airplane, helicopter, etc. The second time was just earlier this week in Fairfax. Something flew over low, and fast, and the shot up into the clouds.
Last edited by skinsfan_1215; October-18th-2012 at 08:23 PM.
I cannot tell if you people are just playing or are actually serious about this ghost stuff.
More you believe in this stuff, more you will see it. That is how the human brain works. It is not real.
The soldiers gave three cheers as they urged their tired horses north across the uneven hills. Some of the mounts, exhausted after a week of almost continual marching, began to lag behind; others, spurred on by their enthusiastic riders, began to edge past the regiment's commander. "Boys, hold your horses," Custer cautioned; "there are plenty of them down there for us all."
Last edited by Destino; October-18th-2012 at 09:15 PM.
Actually, since he got the boot I probably should just withhold from responding.
Last edited by Botched; October-19th-2012 at 07:31 AM.
It's strange, but I have zero belief in a higher power, but do think the possibility what people experience might be real.
I don't know why.
"Imagination was given to man to compensate for what he is not, and a sense of humor to console him for what he is." - Sir Bacon
When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.-Jimi Hendrix
Last edited by SWFLSkins; October-19th-2012 at 07:55 AM.
NO Pressure, No Diamonds, KNOW Pressure, Know Diamonds!
Griffin said that he was going to watch the game with his family and that he will never attend a Super Bowl if he needs a ticket to get in.
I've told my tale here before but I like telling it so here it is again.
When I was 17 we used to throw keggers down at the Rio Grande at a spot called Monica Swamps. One night I got pummeled and went to lie down in my '76 Nova and when I woke up the party was over and I was the only one there. Monica Swamps was (it's now a State Park) a swampy/bosque or riverside woods of cottonwoods and salt cedar, really thick brush. I went to drive out and took a wrong turn ad got stuck in some deep sand. Skeered ****less at this point, not due to any ghosts but at the thought of storm I was going to walk into when I got home.
I sat for a minute and then an apparition that had to be La Lllorona (google it) was flitting about the car in long flowing Stevie Nicks robes and looking right at me. Scared no longer was a sufficient verb I was about to poop my pants. I started yelling out the window and happened to hear a reply that I figured had to be someone I knew. Got out and started running towards the voice not realizing that there was a drainage canal between the sound and me. I wound up chest deep in muddy water in November and freezing my ass off. Found the other people, who were stuck in the mud, and I knew them so at least had company and a heater while waiting for someone to come rescue us the next day.
The **** storm when I got home was worse than ghost as it was not ethereal in any way.
I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural or any of this stuff, but I want to. I want to believe so badly, but I just don't. Are there any haunted places in the DMV that any of you have experienced paranormal activity at?
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