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There was a place not too far from where I grew up called (pardon me) "The Hell Hole"... It was a unknown battle site during the civil war. On a rainy night a regiment of Yankees were chasing some Confederate soldiers. The Yankees didn't know the area and that was an advantage for the Confederates. They led the Yankees to a deep *ditch* and the Yankees got down there okay but the mud was terrible and they couldn't climb out again. They were all killed. I learned all this from a field trip I took with my history club in 8th grade. We went there to clean it up. People had thrown trash and Left old cars down there. It wasn't even marked. We all were very spooked down there. Me more than some of the others cuz I swore I felt someone brush up against me and noone else was around!
... Yeah creeped me out.
... Yeah creeped me out.
Good morning, Voltpeeps
I see Lis and Jer stopped by.
Those are some spooky stories guys. Interesting and gruesome history.
We got our water feature done! I'll have to get some photos when I get back from my cleaning job and running errands.
Hubby worked on the veggie garden and has two thirds of the north side spread with compost and rototilled in. Nice!! Probably can't plant until May 15th but it is good to be ready.
I got the tree near the horse pen trimmed up so now I can see the horses when they are in their stalls.
I found my hummingbird feeders. I only had to look in four places
A lovely and productive weekend.
The weather is turning a bit colder and I am very worried about tomorrow night's proposed low temp of 36 degrees. It could easily go colder here and that only gives me four degrees to play with before freezing temps start to frost my plants. Argh! Hoping for the best. I am going to cover my rads and lettuce and maybe the pea vines as well.
Wiseguy and Nevada still play a bit rough but they are doing better. Nevada likes to pick up a food bowl and show it to Wiseguy. "Take it from, go ahead, take it." They play tug of war with the rubber dish until they decide they are tired of that game. They are funny to watch.
I see Lis and Jer stopped by.
Those are some spooky stories guys. Interesting and gruesome history.
We got our water feature done! I'll have to get some photos when I get back from my cleaning job and running errands.
Hubby worked on the veggie garden and has two thirds of the north side spread with compost and rototilled in. Nice!! Probably can't plant until May 15th but it is good to be ready.
I got the tree near the horse pen trimmed up so now I can see the horses when they are in their stalls.
I found my hummingbird feeders. I only had to look in four places
A lovely and productive weekend.
The weather is turning a bit colder and I am very worried about tomorrow night's proposed low temp of 36 degrees. It could easily go colder here and that only gives me four degrees to play with before freezing temps start to frost my plants. Argh! Hoping for the best. I am going to cover my rads and lettuce and maybe the pea vines as well.
Wiseguy and Nevada still play a bit rough but they are doing better. Nevada likes to pick up a food bowl and show it to Wiseguy. "Take it from, go ahead, take it." They play tug of war with the rubber dish until they decide they are tired of that game. They are funny to watch.
Lizzie, I've seen videos of a dog and a horse playing like that. It's cute to watch. How about this, for example.
For many years, the grave was marked with a pile of stones. The cairn and monument were put over the site by the state of Rhode Island, back in 1930.
In the 1960s, the state moved their remains to a safe place in Providence, to protect them from curiosity seekers and grave robbers. In the 1970s, the remains were brought back here and were buried in a spot near the monument, but not in the original burial site. The new burial site is unmarked.
BTW, it is the oldest military "cemetery" in the U.S.
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Someone or something, probably did brush up against you, Celtic. But I'll save my ghost stories for Halloween. LOL Yeah, I do have a couple of them to tell.There was a place not too far from where I grew up called (pardon me) "The Hell Hole"... It was a unknown battle site during the civil war. On a rainy night a regiment of Yankees were chasing some Confederate soldiers. The Yankees didn't know the area and that was an advantage for the Confederates. They led the Yankees to a deep *ditch* and the Yankees got down there okay but the mud was terrible and they couldn't climb out again. They were all killed. I learned all this from a field trip I took with my history club in 8th grade. We went there to clean it up. People had thrown trash and Left old cars down there. It wasn't even marked. We all were very spooked down there. Me more than some of the others cuz I swore I felt someone brush up against me and noone else was around!
Someone or something, probably did brush up against you, Celtic. But I'll save my ghost stories for Halloween. LOL Yeah, I do have a couple of them to tell.
Tell them now. October is too far away for impatient me to wait.
I'll start with one from my grandmother. When she was young, she and her family lived in a house that was haunted. Lots of weird things happened there, but here's one.
She and her brothers were visiting friends, and the parents of the friends drove them home (in a horse and carriage, BTW). As they pulled up at the bottom of the drive, my grandmother and her brothers got out of the carriage, and they saw people entering the house. They were curious who the visitors were, so the first thing they asked when they got to the door was who had come. "No one has come to visit," their parents said. The kids were confused. Who was at the door when they pulled up? No one.
Nice one, Sandy. I always wondered if deceased previous owners of a house or land, come back to visit, every now and then. There is an old house at the top of my street, it was built in the early 1700s. Across from me was a "blockhouse", that was built in the 1600s. The owner of it, had it torn down, in the 1970s, much to the dismay of the locals. The town offered to buy it from him and move it to another location, but he refused. He was a very strange guy, so I don't think that anyone was surprised by his actions.
BTW, that blockhouse was used as a fort, during the war where the 9 soldiers were killed.
I'll tell my ghost stories later.
BTW, that blockhouse was used as a fort, during the war where the 9 soldiers were killed.
I'll tell my ghost stories later.
I have 3 ghost stories to tell, Sandy. All of them first hand experiences and all in the same general location. They are about "ghost chickens", a "flying" dog and a mysterious monk. I'll keep you in suspense for a little while as I have to leave the forum for a bit.
I sure want to hear about them, but I've got to go tutor this afternoon, so even if you told them now, I'd read them this evening. I'll be looking forward to it.
I have more stories to tell, too. But now it's your turn -- and anyone else who has some to share.
I'm going to have to give a little background info, first, so you can better understand the stories I'm about to share. All of these, I saw and heard personally. Now for the background info.
There is an old monastery near where I live. It will built by Cistercian (Trappist) monks, who lived there from about 1900 to 1950, when they moved to another monastery in Massachusetts. The Monastery was then occupied by an order of Franciscan monks, from the early 1950s to the mid 1970s. Now it is owned by the town.
As I have heard it, there was a monk, who was the caretaker of the chickens. The monks had a simple (some might say "starvation") diet. They sold the eggs to the locals, to raise funds for the upkeep of the monastery. Back to the story. One night the monk heard the chickens loudly squawking and he went to the chicken coop to investigate. The next morning, he was found dead. That's it, that's all that I have heard about that incident. How did he die? I don't know. Could it have been natural causes or did he find someone in the chicken coop, who didn't belong in there? Don't know and I doubt if anyone living knows.
What I do know, is that the chicken coop was abandoned and remained unused, until it was torn down in the 1980s,
The Ghost Monk:
When I was 11 years old, I was walking with a friend, when we saw a monk, looking at the chicken coop. That was unusual, since the monks never went anywhere near that building. My friend and I were curious as to why he was there, so we went to the chicken coop and asked him if they were planning on repairing and using it again. He just looked at us and smiled, a very peaceful smile. Then he went back to looking at the coop. We didn't find it unusual that he didn't speak to us, since the Trappists were a silent order and the Franciscans had a silent hour, when they didn't speak.
We went back to the road, where we saw a Franciscan. I asked him who the monk was, at the chicken coop, since I had never seen him before. The Franciscan looked frightened and yelled at me. He told me that there was no one at the chicken coop and that I should never talk about what I saw. I turned around and whoever/whatever was at the chicken coop was gone.
That's the end of the first story. Now it's someone elses turn to tell their story.
There is an old monastery near where I live. It will built by Cistercian (Trappist) monks, who lived there from about 1900 to 1950, when they moved to another monastery in Massachusetts. The Monastery was then occupied by an order of Franciscan monks, from the early 1950s to the mid 1970s. Now it is owned by the town.
As I have heard it, there was a monk, who was the caretaker of the chickens. The monks had a simple (some might say "starvation") diet. They sold the eggs to the locals, to raise funds for the upkeep of the monastery. Back to the story. One night the monk heard the chickens loudly squawking and he went to the chicken coop to investigate. The next morning, he was found dead. That's it, that's all that I have heard about that incident. How did he die? I don't know. Could it have been natural causes or did he find someone in the chicken coop, who didn't belong in there? Don't know and I doubt if anyone living knows.
What I do know, is that the chicken coop was abandoned and remained unused, until it was torn down in the 1980s,
The Ghost Monk:
When I was 11 years old, I was walking with a friend, when we saw a monk, looking at the chicken coop. That was unusual, since the monks never went anywhere near that building. My friend and I were curious as to why he was there, so we went to the chicken coop and asked him if they were planning on repairing and using it again. He just looked at us and smiled, a very peaceful smile. Then he went back to looking at the coop. We didn't find it unusual that he didn't speak to us, since the Trappists were a silent order and the Franciscans had a silent hour, when they didn't speak.
We went back to the road, where we saw a Franciscan. I asked him who the monk was, at the chicken coop, since I had never seen him before. The Franciscan looked frightened and yelled at me. He told me that there was no one at the chicken coop and that I should never talk about what I saw. I turned around and whoever/whatever was at the chicken coop was gone.
That's the end of the first story. Now it's someone elses turn to tell their story.
Jerry, that's an interesting story. I wonder why the monk got so angry and told you never to mention it. It doesn't seem like a thing to keep secret or get angry at young boys for.
Should I post another story or wait for another contributor? Is it just the 2 of us? I bet others have ghost stories to tell.
Should I post another story or wait for another contributor? Is it just the 2 of us? I bet others have ghost stories to tell.
No one else wants to talk? Ok, I will tell the story of the ghost chickens. I will save the spookiest of them, the flying dog, for another time.
Ghost Chickens:
Yes, it's about the old abandoned chicken coop again. The coop was on the main grounds of the monastery, but it was close to the wooded area and near a path that we used to take through the woods. Whenever I and sometimes my friends, would walk on that wooded path, we would pass by the back of the chicken coop. Many times, we would hear the sounds of squawking chickens, coming from inside the abandoned coop. We got so used to it, that we would say "there goes those ghost chickens again" and just keep walking down the trail. LOL
Ghost Chickens:
Yes, it's about the old abandoned chicken coop again. The coop was on the main grounds of the monastery, but it was close to the wooded area and near a path that we used to take through the woods. Whenever I and sometimes my friends, would walk on that wooded path, we would pass by the back of the chicken coop. Many times, we would hear the sounds of squawking chickens, coming from inside the abandoned coop. We got so used to it, that we would say "there goes those ghost chickens again" and just keep walking down the trail. LOL
Sandy, he got angry, because they knew about the ghost, but were afraid to admit it, even to themselves. Even though the chicken coop is long gone and the monks are long gone, there are still stories of ghostly apparitions, roaming inside the remaining buildings on the property.
Right now, it's just the two of us, but I have mentioned our ghost stories to others and I hope that some them have true stories to share with us, on this thread.
Meanwhile, I guess I can give my usual tutoring report.
This was the first time in a week I saw the kids. They seemed fresh and ready to work. Maybe they need a vacation more often.
The boy went first. I had him do fill-in-the-blanks of the words he didn't know last time. He said he had gone over the words, but it was a while ago, and he forgot. It was like he never had, so I'm not sure if he actually did, but they never go over the words, so that didn't surprise me.
He did pretty well, even so, after we went over the words and I reminded him of their meanings. Then he said he didn't want to continue to read about the astronauts who saw UFOs. That was pretty hard going for him. Instead, he had a book about Fly Guy, a fly who is the pet of a boy. We read another in the series a while ago. This one was so easy for him, there were absolutely no words he didn't know. But that's OK. I had an extra fill-in-the-blanks from a while back. Each lesson, I've had 2 and let him choose which one he prefers. So next time, he'll catch up. And I want him to read something harder than the next installment of Fly Guy, too.
Then both kids wanted to do another competitive word search. I had printed out 2 copies of several of them, and they chose the one I did on tattletales. I amassed a bunch of synonyms for "tattletale," and the boy liked that. The girl won this word search, so they wanted to do another one. On the synonym kick, I had printed out 2 copies of all the words meaning "red." I guess that was when I was dying Easter eggs for them. I had started thinking how many "red" words there are, like crimson and scarlet, which inspired me to make up a word search with that theme. It's OK that they didn't know the words nor were they expected to. They got to see them and they had to spell them out to find them, and next time they see the word, maybe it'll ring a bell. The girl won this one, too. The boy just doesn't have the focus his sister does. He's always asking her how many she found, or saying finding a word he's looking for is "impossible," while his sister just keeps finding and circling words.
Then it was the girl's turn. She read about 4 little books for school, and then she got on a roll doing reading comprehension. I have some short stories that the kids can read, and then there's a page of questions about the story. I tell the girl she can look back at the story to find the answer, but she insists on not looking and remembering. She also did her fill-in-the blanks. And now I have a bunch for her from all the stories she read today. We can't do so many next time, so she'll get to choose, and I'll have backups like I did with the boy.
Then the boy wanted to do a Mad Libs, so I obliged, and then it was time for me to leave.
Oh, yes. They liked their Easter baskets. I had Bill take them in to work on Saturday, since that was the day I felt so sick I spent it in bed.
This was the first time in a week I saw the kids. They seemed fresh and ready to work. Maybe they need a vacation more often.
The boy went first. I had him do fill-in-the-blanks of the words he didn't know last time. He said he had gone over the words, but it was a while ago, and he forgot. It was like he never had, so I'm not sure if he actually did, but they never go over the words, so that didn't surprise me.
He did pretty well, even so, after we went over the words and I reminded him of their meanings. Then he said he didn't want to continue to read about the astronauts who saw UFOs. That was pretty hard going for him. Instead, he had a book about Fly Guy, a fly who is the pet of a boy. We read another in the series a while ago. This one was so easy for him, there were absolutely no words he didn't know. But that's OK. I had an extra fill-in-the-blanks from a while back. Each lesson, I've had 2 and let him choose which one he prefers. So next time, he'll catch up. And I want him to read something harder than the next installment of Fly Guy, too.
Then both kids wanted to do another competitive word search. I had printed out 2 copies of several of them, and they chose the one I did on tattletales. I amassed a bunch of synonyms for "tattletale," and the boy liked that. The girl won this word search, so they wanted to do another one. On the synonym kick, I had printed out 2 copies of all the words meaning "red." I guess that was when I was dying Easter eggs for them. I had started thinking how many "red" words there are, like crimson and scarlet, which inspired me to make up a word search with that theme. It's OK that they didn't know the words nor were they expected to. They got to see them and they had to spell them out to find them, and next time they see the word, maybe it'll ring a bell. The girl won this one, too. The boy just doesn't have the focus his sister does. He's always asking her how many she found, or saying finding a word he's looking for is "impossible," while his sister just keeps finding and circling words.
Then it was the girl's turn. She read about 4 little books for school, and then she got on a roll doing reading comprehension. I have some short stories that the kids can read, and then there's a page of questions about the story. I tell the girl she can look back at the story to find the answer, but she insists on not looking and remembering. She also did her fill-in-the blanks. And now I have a bunch for her from all the stories she read today. We can't do so many next time, so she'll get to choose, and I'll have backups like I did with the boy.
Then the boy wanted to do a Mad Libs, so I obliged, and then it was time for me to leave.
Oh, yes. They liked their Easter baskets. I had Bill take them in to work on Saturday, since that was the day I felt so sick I spent it in bed.
OK, Jerry (and whoever else is lurking), here's another ghost story.
When my dad was a little boy, he and his mom (the grandmother I mentioned in the last story) used to go visit some friends, one of whom was Mrs. Braithwaite, an elderly lady who took a special interest in my dad.
One day, they went there, and they sent my dad out into the garden to play while the adults chatted. When it was time to go, they went out to get my dad, and they asked him how he had kept himself occupied for such a long time. He answered, "Oh, I was talking with Mrs. Braithwaite." They didn't believe it, but my dad insisted. Mrs. Braithwaite had just died.
This was a well-told family story I heard many times, so I'm not sure who I heard it from first -- my dad or my grandmother. Definitely both as the years went on.
PS: My dad said he had no idea Mrs. Braithwaite had died, and he really believed she was just entertaining him as usual. I guess she didn't seem particularly ghostly or unusual in any way.
When my dad was a little boy, he and his mom (the grandmother I mentioned in the last story) used to go visit some friends, one of whom was Mrs. Braithwaite, an elderly lady who took a special interest in my dad.
One day, they went there, and they sent my dad out into the garden to play while the adults chatted. When it was time to go, they went out to get my dad, and they asked him how he had kept himself occupied for such a long time. He answered, "Oh, I was talking with Mrs. Braithwaite." They didn't believe it, but my dad insisted. Mrs. Braithwaite had just died.
This was a well-told family story I heard many times, so I'm not sure who I heard it from first -- my dad or my grandmother. Definitely both as the years went on.
PS: My dad said he had no idea Mrs. Braithwaite had died, and he really believed she was just entertaining him as usual. I guess she didn't seem particularly ghostly or unusual in any way.
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