by snowbird 77 Replies latest jw friends
Wow, Dear AGuest! That is a powerful and chilling tale. I, for one, thank you that you shared it with all of us.
Love!
Baba
Oh, I fergot mysef'! Aunt Sylvie, coudjew pick me up one'a them big pickles, purty pleeze? An' pleeze ax'm fer a straw... thank ya, Ma'am!
Shelby,
That sounds like energy signatures and probably ghosts. They suffered a lot. It sure is sad.
Are you Tweetering all your moves now?
I have prolly missed your trip to the store by now.
sylvia, I've been shopping today so don't need a thing.
To Aguest. I totally understand your reaction. It happened to me in Germany. Hitler had a vacation spot built especially for him where he and is Generals would discuss the war. Political prisoners were kept in the basement. It sits on a huge lake. Chiemsee. The hotel had many haunting stories, but I never felt a thing. It was that damned lake. It looked dead as a door nail, no fish, no birds.... I literally had the heebee jeebees just looking at it. Down the road was a swamp. I could hardly wait to leave. There was something very very wrong with that lake and the swamp was worse. The feeling was overwhelming. I spent several nights in that hotel and never had a problem with that. Not too long after our stay our Government gave the hotel back to Germany.
I'd be glad to give you a dime for gas if you could bring me a pigs head from the butchers.
Thanks to all who played along in the spirit of the thread.
White Dove, I will place an order for your scrapple along with the smoked sausage for Ninja.
BabaYaga, where'd you learn to talk so purty?
Cameo-d, girl I don't know a tweet from a twitter!
Gregor, what you gonna do with that pig's head? Make souse?
And, last but by no means least, dear AGuest.
I hardly know where to begin! I've talked to so many who have shared similar stories.
Here's mine: I, along with a companion (White male - shut up, John Doe!), visited a well-known house in the French Quarters. There was an inscription on a plaque that told how the lady of the house - just to satisfy her sadism - used to tie up her slaves and whip them unmercifully.
My companion started to read the inscription and stopped abruptly. I moved closer to the plaque to see why he didn't finish, and was immediately enveloped by the most hideous feeling! The only word I can think of is EVIL multiplied. I began to tremble violently, and he hurriedly signalled for a carriage to get me out of there!
This happened in 1985. I returned to N'awlins in 1995 with my then-husband, but steered clear of the French Quarter.
Thank you so much for sharing your story.
Sylvia
Oh! Dear Restrangled.
My sister who lives in New York said she gets a comparable feeling when she nears Ground Zero at the former World Trade Center.
I believe the dead (especially those who died in a cruel manner) leave an "aura" behind.
Sylvia
I believe some living people like to make it all about themselves. Their subconcious is more than happy to oblige.
We shall find out; I hope soon.
Sylvia
