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calliopes_pen) wrote2010-03-01 12:08 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2010-03-01 12:08 pm
A Creepy Story
I’ve been reading the posts over at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ontdcreepy since it ended up on lj_spotlight, and one older post was a discussion of weird things that have happened that could have been supernatural, but were just plain creepy. I thought of this strange thing that Mom told me about.
Mom’s aunt used to have a painting. It was five ballerinas dancing through the cemetery. They were on their toes, and some weren’t. The ones that weren’t occasionally were, or changed positions. They would be on the left side--then the middle--then the other side. Then, over the years, each one danced out of the picture. Slowly, it dwindled. There were five...four...three...gradually, over the years, only one remained. She was slowly fading each time you went to look. Until, one day, she was gone.
White smoke or fog was at the bottom of the picture. Gradually, over the years, it covered everything except the tombstones.
The last time anyone looked, all that was left was fog and tombstones. For a while there, Mom’s aunt thought she was going crazy--but sure enough, each time Mom (along with everyone else) came to visit, someone was gone that had been there before, or was in a different position. She told her she wasn’t crazy.
Her aunt sold the painting soon after the fog took over everything, so we don’t know what happened next. For all we know the dance began again.
*cue spooky music or creepy laughter*
Anyone else have any weird moments like that?
ontdcreepy since it ended up on lj_spotlight, and one older post was a discussion of weird things that have happened that could have been supernatural, but were just plain creepy. I thought of this strange thing that Mom told me about.Mom’s aunt used to have a painting. It was five ballerinas dancing through the cemetery. They were on their toes, and some weren’t. The ones that weren’t occasionally were, or changed positions. They would be on the left side--then the middle--then the other side. Then, over the years, each one danced out of the picture. Slowly, it dwindled. There were five...four...three...gradually, over the years, only one remained. She was slowly fading each time you went to look. Until, one day, she was gone.
White smoke or fog was at the bottom of the picture. Gradually, over the years, it covered everything except the tombstones.
The last time anyone looked, all that was left was fog and tombstones. For a while there, Mom’s aunt thought she was going crazy--but sure enough, each time Mom (along with everyone else) came to visit, someone was gone that had been there before, or was in a different position. She told her she wasn’t crazy.
Her aunt sold the painting soon after the fog took over everything, so we don’t know what happened next. For all we know the dance began again.
*cue spooky music or creepy laughter*
Anyone else have any weird moments like that?
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In that same house incidentally, I also woke up one morning to find my bed shaking violently. I screamed my head off and my parents came rushing in. I was born in California, so I'd thought we were having an earthquake. As it turns out, I was the only one who felt the tremors. They thought it was a nightmare, but I ended up having to move my bed back into place later that day because it'd shifted about a foot away from the wall.
That painting thing you mentioned though is sticking with me. I'm so curious about it. I can't help but wonder whatever happened to it.
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And now I'm far too distracted by
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I'm thinking I would have burned it.
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For a while I lived in an old, drafty, creepy house, and I had a couple strange things happen to me, but the one that really raised the hair on my neck involved this old metal recipe box I had, filled with recipes on index cards.
One night I was on the phone with a friend of mine who was calling to invite me to his birthday party. I offered to bring the cake, but since he did not like chocolate (!!), we tossed around a couple other ideas, until I suggested a pumpkin cake was always a hit (known in my recipe box as "Aunt Norma's Pumpkin Cake). He was all for it. When I hung up, I immediately went into the kitchen to dig out the recipe--I had not made it in several years, so I needed to double-check for my shopping list, and also make sure I still had it, as otherwise I'd have to call Aunt Norma and get it again.
I needn't have worried, though. When I walked over to the counter, the recipe was sitting right on top of the closed recipe box.
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And all the events the first year after Jerry's death which I have talked about on my LJ. I definitely believe in life after death and reincarnation.
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I remember those. Yeah, I've seen enough weird stuff myself that I believe there's something. We have some odd stuff on a daily basis around here. Like if you put a bit of jewelry in one spot on the floor and look away for a second--look back it's gone, never to be seen again.
Mom dropped an earring--it's been 2 or 3 years now, and she wants it back. It's a running joke that it fell into a parallel dimension. My yearbooks for school vanished for 5 years, only to reappear in the middle of the living room one day, all turned to the page for my class that year.
There are other things, but that one's the most annoying.
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There's probably a good plotline in there somewhere... If I ever came back to it would you be okay with that?
Anyway, thanks for the community link. I think this will be distracting me for a while. Yes, yes indeed...
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Oh, yes. I'd be perfectly fine with that.
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