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charliesmum) wrote2004-10-26 07:00 pm
charliesmum) wrote2004-10-26 07:00 pm
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Life's little ironies and another ghost story
Charlie has a double ear infection. My insurance doesn't kick in until Monday. $71 for the doctor's appointment. Although he actually gave us the medicine for free. Apparently the drugstore didn't have it (my husband took Charlie) and when he went back to the doctor, and the doctor found out we didn't have insurance yet, he gave Kris enough samples of the medicine to treat Charlie. Wasn't that nice?
Okay. On to the scary story...
I am one of those people who really wants to witness the paranormal but at the same time huddles in the bedclothes with the lights on after watching or reading an even moderately scary story. Nonetheless, years ago, when I was a young woman just starting out in life, I lived in Central Jersey, near Sandy Hook. (Also know as the area where Kevin Smith lived and made his first movies.) I had learned about this place called Spy House Museum, which was supposed to be one of the most haunted places in America. I won't go into details, because you can read them on the link, but naturally I wanted to go.
The woman who apparently founded the place as a museum was still there, and she was obviously one of the rare people who really just wanted to offer a place where people could learn about the past. As far as history goes, the Spy House was interesting enough, even without the ghosts-full of all kinds of antiques and interesting pieces. But I was there for the ghosts. I went with my roommate at the time, and we wanted to walk around first and see if we could 'feel' anything before we actually got the ghost stories told to us, so off we went. Nothing terribly dramatic happened, but there was one incident that I will swear was a brief encounter with a sprit.
I'd gone into this one room that had windows overlooking the ocean. There was a cradle near the window, and as I passed it to go to the window I swear I felt something cold brush past me. I told my friend what happened, should that room prove to be one of the haunted rooms I wanted to be able to prove I 'sensed' something. Later when we were getting the ghost talk, it turned out that by that very window is often seen the spirit of a young woman who was waiting for her husband to come home from sea.
Another time, in that same room the first time I walked in it was freezing, but I put it down to the fact it was nearing dusk and it was in the fall, but a few minutes later, when I went back into that same room, it was warm.
Sadly the Spy House isn't open as frequently as it once was, and there are no longer any ghost tours. It was a very interesting place, and it is a shame it isn't being allowed to educate and entertain (and occasionally frighten the pants off of) people.
Okay. On to the scary story...
I am one of those people who really wants to witness the paranormal but at the same time huddles in the bedclothes with the lights on after watching or reading an even moderately scary story. Nonetheless, years ago, when I was a young woman just starting out in life, I lived in Central Jersey, near Sandy Hook. (Also know as the area where Kevin Smith lived and made his first movies.) I had learned about this place called Spy House Museum, which was supposed to be one of the most haunted places in America. I won't go into details, because you can read them on the link, but naturally I wanted to go.
The woman who apparently founded the place as a museum was still there, and she was obviously one of the rare people who really just wanted to offer a place where people could learn about the past. As far as history goes, the Spy House was interesting enough, even without the ghosts-full of all kinds of antiques and interesting pieces. But I was there for the ghosts. I went with my roommate at the time, and we wanted to walk around first and see if we could 'feel' anything before we actually got the ghost stories told to us, so off we went. Nothing terribly dramatic happened, but there was one incident that I will swear was a brief encounter with a sprit.
I'd gone into this one room that had windows overlooking the ocean. There was a cradle near the window, and as I passed it to go to the window I swear I felt something cold brush past me. I told my friend what happened, should that room prove to be one of the haunted rooms I wanted to be able to prove I 'sensed' something. Later when we were getting the ghost talk, it turned out that by that very window is often seen the spirit of a young woman who was waiting for her husband to come home from sea.
Another time, in that same room the first time I walked in it was freezing, but I put it down to the fact it was nearing dusk and it was in the fall, but a few minutes later, when I went back into that same room, it was warm.
Sadly the Spy House isn't open as frequently as it once was, and there are no longer any ghost tours. It was a very interesting place, and it is a shame it isn't being allowed to educate and entertain (and occasionally frighten the pants off of) people.