tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post8841783112111275045..comments2023-11-02T05:34:27.180-06:00Comments on The Sanders House: The Left BehindMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560937313876810597noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-64170898694183060362007-04-22T08:42:00.000-06:002007-04-22T08:42:00.000-06:00In the house I live in now, I promise that when yo...In the house I live in now, I promise that when you turn on any TV in the house, it will be turned on again 5 seconds later. I can turn it off again and it is fine. The same with closing doors. I know I sound silly, but it is true. We just have learned to live with whatever being (which I do not believe in) is with us in our home :}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-72954136506689936962007-04-22T07:21:00.000-06:002007-04-22T07:21:00.000-06:00Can I just say that I read this post a day or two ...Can I just say that I read this post a day or two ago...and I'll now find myself chuckling randomly about the Barbie & Ken melted to the shingles. That's comedy, my friend.Sunni at The Flying Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06275978815202919802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-50682590635345897802007-04-21T15:33:00.000-06:002007-04-21T15:33:00.000-06:00When I was little and would stay with my grandpare...When I was little and would stay with my grandparents my grandmother would tuck me into bed and tell me the same poem each time. Here is a little of what she would send me off to sleep with<BR/>Little orphan Annie. One of the verses went like this<BR/>There once was a little girl who always mocked and grined and made fun of everyone all her blood and kin. And one night when old folks was there, she mocked and she shocked them and she said she didn't care. Just as clicked her heels to turn and run and hide there were two great big black things standin' by her side. They snatched her through the ceiling before she knew what she's about and the gobblins are going to get you if you don't watch out. My grandmother knew the whole poem by heart...uh, I didn't settle into a calm sleep there. Strange closets and noises... We would pray and then she would say the poem. I was always seeing gobblins at their house in the night. <BR/>Peggy and I used to go to the cemetary by Hunt Retreat in the middle of the night too.Nancy Monhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643177474590843817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-1966768661169932482007-04-20T22:19:00.000-06:002007-04-20T22:19:00.000-06:00My sister has some really good stories about her c...My sister has some really good stories about her college duplex. But if I start to type them Xavier will hate me b/c I'll get scared then make him stay up with me and watch TV all night.Sunni at The Flying Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06275978815202919802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-91173860553904457672007-04-20T20:30:00.000-06:002007-04-20T20:30:00.000-06:00Oh, I already had chillbumps and now reading Court...Oh, I already had chillbumps and now reading Courtney's story I have chillbumps upon chillbumps! Ooh! I try not to think about these things because they freak me out. But if anything freaky ever happened in the women's restroom next to the raquet ball court in the clc, it's because me and all the other day care kids from when my mom taught aerobics used to go in there and tell ghost stories. We would turn off the lights and chant weird things try to see ghosts in the mirror. Idiots. I can't believe we did that in the church!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16777762608528843328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7016835562273870189.post-60887227393948693672007-04-20T19:50:00.000-06:002007-04-20T19:50:00.000-06:00There's a huge legend at Howard Payne about the ol...There's a huge legend at Howard Payne about the old theater, "Coggin," which was torn down the year after I graduated. Supposedly the wife of Mr. Coggin caught him in an affair in the building and later hung herself on the lower level. Where she did it eventually became the men's restroom. There are tons of stories about Lady Coggin - my music theater professor would make someone stay with her to walk out after rehearsals, because she swore that she was lifted off her feet and thrown down the stairs one night. She said she felt hands on her back. A bunch of us were in there late one night, and turned the lights off before we closed up. As we drove around the front of the building, we could see that the lights were turned back on. No lie. Lady Coggin scared me. (I wouldn't have been in there alone either, Dr. Humsfeld).FitzandMollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418134906423614152noreply@blogger.com