Bill's going to HELL !!!
It turns out, my Aunt Lil had an affair with Bill while married to Uncle Finkle. Lil and Finkle divorced but she never married Bill until after Finkle died. This is how the story was told to my Mom and Dad, by my Aunt Lil, while having dinner together one evening !
Later that evening, they told the story about how Bill had a heart attack, a while back and died but was brought back to life, at the hospital.
Curious about after life experiences, my Mom quizzed Bill as to what he remembered of the ordeal ? Was there an out of body experience, did he see a light at the end of a tunnel, was there heaven...she rattled off a whole list of questions before Bill could answer.
Now my own Father had several heart attacks over the years and had died and was brought back a couple times by EMT's and Mom quizzed him as well. Dad said he either saw nothing or didn't remember anything and insisted Mom drop the subject
But now Bill was under Mom's microscope and she was very insistent. Bill said he never saw a light. He remembered being flanked on either side by two shadowy figures that led him down a dark path. Ahead he could see something like a campfire burning. As they got closer he could now make out a cloaked figure, standing next to the fire, stirring a large caldron.
The figure never looked up but in a low, raspy voice, said, "It's not his time !" and POOF ! he was brought back to life in the hospital. That was all Bill could remember !
The evening ended and Mom and Dad drove home quietly, until Mom asked Dad, "What did you think of Bill's story ?" Dad replied, "I think Bill's going to HELL !" Not another word was spoken for the rest of the ride home.
Told by Aunt Lil, Bill, Mom & Dad Written by J.Scott Keniston
Later that evening, they told the story about how Bill had a heart attack, a while back and died but was brought back to life, at the hospital.
Curious about after life experiences, my Mom quizzed Bill as to what he remembered of the ordeal ? Was there an out of body experience, did he see a light at the end of a tunnel, was there heaven...she rattled off a whole list of questions before Bill could answer.
Now my own Father had several heart attacks over the years and had died and was brought back a couple times by EMT's and Mom quizzed him as well. Dad said he either saw nothing or didn't remember anything and insisted Mom drop the subject
But now Bill was under Mom's microscope and she was very insistent. Bill said he never saw a light. He remembered being flanked on either side by two shadowy figures that led him down a dark path. Ahead he could see something like a campfire burning. As they got closer he could now make out a cloaked figure, standing next to the fire, stirring a large caldron.
The figure never looked up but in a low, raspy voice, said, "It's not his time !" and POOF ! he was brought back to life in the hospital. That was all Bill could remember !
The evening ended and Mom and Dad drove home quietly, until Mom asked Dad, "What did you think of Bill's story ?" Dad replied, "I think Bill's going to HELL !" Not another word was spoken for the rest of the ride home.
Told by Aunt Lil, Bill, Mom & Dad Written by J.Scott Keniston
The Psychic Reading
A short time after Joyce and I started dating, she accepted an invitation to dinner with a woman she knew in business. This woman had a troubled life and problems with a teenager at home. My understanding of the evening is that after a nice dinner and great conversation, the woman wanted to visit a local "Psychic" to help her cope with the problems at home and asked if Joyce would like to tag along with her. Joyce accepted the invitation and the two headed to the psychic's place of business.
Once there, introductions were made, probably money changed hands, the psychic went into a trance--like state and the reading began for the woman, as Joyce watched and listened intently. The psychic made cassette recordings of every session. When her friend's reading was over, the psychic asked if Joyce would like a reading ? Intrigued, she agreed to have her fortune told.
Joyce sat down, across the table from the psychic as the she went into another trance-like state and her fortune was being told. There was mention of business and money matters and something about someone new in her love life or someone who was in love with her. Joyce mentally confirmed, there was someone new in her life and there seemed to be romantic intensions ! The psychic continued with scant details of character and then went on say that the new loves name starts with a "J", Joyce frowned and shook her head, as she thought to herself... his name is Scott ! The psychic insisted. She could clearly see the first initial of the first name and it was a "J" ! Once the reading had come to a close, she was given a tape of that night's session. Once she was home, she played it for her teenage daughter. Shrugging their shoulders and agreeing, that the psychic got it wrong.. and that my name was Scott !
Friday night finally rolled around and we had gotten together for a date. Joyce told me about the dinner and the story and how the psychic said the first initial of my first name started with a "J". I nodded my head and said, "That's right, it does !" Joyce said, "I Thought your first name was Scott ?" "No, I replied, it's John...my middle name is Scott. Not too many people know that !" Joyce gasped at the thought of the psychic being right about the new love in her life. And we both mimicked the music from "The Twilight Zone", and laughed together. The rest, as they say, is history !
Told by Joyce Keniston and written by J.Scott Keniston
Once there, introductions were made, probably money changed hands, the psychic went into a trance--like state and the reading began for the woman, as Joyce watched and listened intently. The psychic made cassette recordings of every session. When her friend's reading was over, the psychic asked if Joyce would like a reading ? Intrigued, she agreed to have her fortune told.
Joyce sat down, across the table from the psychic as the she went into another trance-like state and her fortune was being told. There was mention of business and money matters and something about someone new in her love life or someone who was in love with her. Joyce mentally confirmed, there was someone new in her life and there seemed to be romantic intensions ! The psychic continued with scant details of character and then went on say that the new loves name starts with a "J", Joyce frowned and shook her head, as she thought to herself... his name is Scott ! The psychic insisted. She could clearly see the first initial of the first name and it was a "J" ! Once the reading had come to a close, she was given a tape of that night's session. Once she was home, she played it for her teenage daughter. Shrugging their shoulders and agreeing, that the psychic got it wrong.. and that my name was Scott !
Friday night finally rolled around and we had gotten together for a date. Joyce told me about the dinner and the story and how the psychic said the first initial of my first name started with a "J". I nodded my head and said, "That's right, it does !" Joyce said, "I Thought your first name was Scott ?" "No, I replied, it's John...my middle name is Scott. Not too many people know that !" Joyce gasped at the thought of the psychic being right about the new love in her life. And we both mimicked the music from "The Twilight Zone", and laughed together. The rest, as they say, is history !
Told by Joyce Keniston and written by J.Scott Keniston
Aliens ???
I believe we are not alone in this universe, always have ! This incident I'm going to tell you about wasn't what made me a believer but just re-enforced these beliefs.
It was winter time in Landen and I was always up early and off to work in the darkness. As I took the garbage cans to the curb or brought in the morning paper for Joyce, I would always take time to look up into the sky. I loved seeing the crystal clear mornings of winter and seeing my old pal, Orion, the Hunter, in the stars. He's easily seen in the morning with his bright belt of three stars, going around his waist.
This particular morning, as I was looking up, I saw what I first thought was a shooting star ! It came down from the star that would be Orion's out stretched arm on the right side of the constellation and then arced to the first star in his belt on the right. That's right...arced !!!
OH Wow, that was cool, I thought ! But then I got to thinking about what I had just seen and how unnatural it had been ! Shooting stars don't arc, they travel in a straight line and they don't stop ! Then, as I pondered this and continued looking at the Orion stars...the shooting star or comet or....whatever, took off again and this time making a 90 degree turn to the left and shooting totally out of my sight, in a split second ! What had I just seen? I contained myself though out the day and told Joyce and my best friend Davy about it that evening. I'm not sure if they believed me or not, but I put it out there for them to hear and hopefully remember.
Several years later, Lenard Nimoy hosted some sort of unexplained mystery show on the Fox network. I never use to watch it but this night when I turned the TV on, it was set to their channel and the show was about to start! They showed a couple of quick previews of what would be covered in this evenings episode and one of the film clips was of my object, flying around Orion !
I grabbed the phone and dialed Davy as quickly as I could, while shouting for Joyce to come quickly ! While Davey was answering the phone, I was screaming to Joyce that my UFO sighting was videoed and they were going to show it on this program. Davy tuned in his TV and Joyce sat down and when they returned from the commercial break, this video was the first thing they showed and discussed ! "That's what I saw that morning" I screamed ! "Remember, I told you guys about it ?" Lenard couldn't explain what we had just seen but went on to say that this wasn't a shooting star ! Shooting stars don't curve, stop and then change directions. "That's what I said", I told them!! I hung up the phone with Davy and sat there with Joyce and watched the rest of the show, but this just kind of confirmed my belief that we are not the only forms of intelligent life in these galaxies !
Witnessed and Written by J.Scott Keniston
It was winter time in Landen and I was always up early and off to work in the darkness. As I took the garbage cans to the curb or brought in the morning paper for Joyce, I would always take time to look up into the sky. I loved seeing the crystal clear mornings of winter and seeing my old pal, Orion, the Hunter, in the stars. He's easily seen in the morning with his bright belt of three stars, going around his waist.
This particular morning, as I was looking up, I saw what I first thought was a shooting star ! It came down from the star that would be Orion's out stretched arm on the right side of the constellation and then arced to the first star in his belt on the right. That's right...arced !!!
OH Wow, that was cool, I thought ! But then I got to thinking about what I had just seen and how unnatural it had been ! Shooting stars don't arc, they travel in a straight line and they don't stop ! Then, as I pondered this and continued looking at the Orion stars...the shooting star or comet or....whatever, took off again and this time making a 90 degree turn to the left and shooting totally out of my sight, in a split second ! What had I just seen? I contained myself though out the day and told Joyce and my best friend Davy about it that evening. I'm not sure if they believed me or not, but I put it out there for them to hear and hopefully remember.
Several years later, Lenard Nimoy hosted some sort of unexplained mystery show on the Fox network. I never use to watch it but this night when I turned the TV on, it was set to their channel and the show was about to start! They showed a couple of quick previews of what would be covered in this evenings episode and one of the film clips was of my object, flying around Orion !
I grabbed the phone and dialed Davy as quickly as I could, while shouting for Joyce to come quickly ! While Davey was answering the phone, I was screaming to Joyce that my UFO sighting was videoed and they were going to show it on this program. Davy tuned in his TV and Joyce sat down and when they returned from the commercial break, this video was the first thing they showed and discussed ! "That's what I saw that morning" I screamed ! "Remember, I told you guys about it ?" Lenard couldn't explain what we had just seen but went on to say that this wasn't a shooting star ! Shooting stars don't curve, stop and then change directions. "That's what I said", I told them!! I hung up the phone with Davy and sat there with Joyce and watched the rest of the show, but this just kind of confirmed my belief that we are not the only forms of intelligent life in these galaxies !
Witnessed and Written by J.Scott Keniston
My Waking Dream
I've always had a close bond with my Mother. Somehow, she always knew when I was in trouble. Whether I was across the country or somewhere else in the world, she knew. Not only that, she could find ways to get in touch with me. Remember, this predates cell phones.
A few examples, first...soon after joining the Navy, I was brought up on charges of falsifying a muster in boot camp and had to go to Captains Mass. When you're in boot camp, you are cut off from the outside world, unless a family member dies or something. Mom sensed that I was in trouble and somehow got through Navy's lines of defense and had them get me and call home. Once I told her the details of the case, she could rest easy, knowing I was going to be alright.
Not long after that, I was sent to California to my "A" School. I must have seen too many of the Frankie Avalon & Annette Funicello Beach Movies, because I was arrested for having a fire on the beach. The good thing was, I wasn't jailed. Turns out the arresting officer had a history of this kind of behavior and the Officer of the Day, let me go with a warning but Mom was on the phone the next day to find out what was wrong ? I put her mind at ease and life went on.
Another time, while stationed in Guantanamo Bay Cuba, I was punished for standing up for my principals. A Senior Chief had me do three months of extra duty, because I wouldn't paint his car. You see, when this guy came aboard with our unit, he made it clear that "we" couldn't use government equipment or the compound for our personal use. So we all followed his orders. But then he bought a car that needed a paint job and he found out I could paint and all of a sudden, it was going to be okay for me to paint his car. I told him, the compressor I needed to paint with, was in the tire shop !I declined and stood on the principals that if "we" couldn't do it, "he" couldn't either and I was not going to be a party to this ! Well, as you have probably figured out by now...Mom got through to Cuba and had me located, so she could hear my voice and know that I was going to be okay. I don't know how she does this !
There were many other times that her connection to me through this mental telepathy thing, came into play, like the first time I ever had bronchitis. It felt like my lungs were going to explode out of my chest with every breath, and then if I coughed, I just felt like dying. I was living in Middletown, Ohio at the time and they were in Bridgetown. I had laid on my living room floor and crossed my hands over my chest and told God to just take me now ! I had, had a good life...I was ready to go ! All of a sudden my front door opens up and it's Mom & Dad...they gathered me up and took me to Urgent Care for a shot of penicilian and some cough medicine. Anytime I came home for an unexpected visit, she always knew. Dad would tell me, she would just know and would start making something special for me, because she knew I'd be there soon ! I know this sounds crazy but it's true. Well, enough of the background, on with the story.
I use to work long hours at my old place of employment. I would come home, fix something to eat, maybe watch a little TV before literally falling into bed, usually between 10:00 or 10:30 PM and then getting back up at 5:00 AM to start it all over. This particular night, was no different than any others. I was dead tired and had just laid my head on the pillow and looked at my alarm clock to make sure it was set. It was 10:30 exactly. I started thinking about how the day had gone, when all of a sudden, I hear Mom's voice call me. "Scott, are you here ?" I jumped out of my bed and I was looking straight down my little hallway at my front door. It wasn't open, I could see no figure silhouetted in the hall light on the landing ! I called back to her. "What are you doing here ? What's wrong ? Where's Dad ?" There was no answer. I had turned on all my lights in the tiny apartment. There was no one there ! I didn't know what to think. I wondered if something had happened, had either Mom or Dad died ? No, someone would have called me on the phone for that. My mind was racing and I couldn't sleep. I just laid there, thinking of different reasons this might have happened.
Finally, it was 5:00 AM and I was going to get ready for work but first I had to call home and find out what had happened ? I dialed the phone and Mother answered in the most pleasant voice, you have ever heard...for that time in the morning ! Good morning,June Keniston, she said. My throat tightened and I couldn't speak. Good morning, June Keniston, she repeated a second and third time. I knew she was going to hang up and I barely mustered enough voice to squeak out the words, "it's me !' What's the matter honey, she asked ?" Now I was filled with rage, after my sleepless night ! WHATS THE MATTER WITH ME ???? WHAT DO YOU WANT ?? " She said she didn't want anything but then she stopped herself and said she was going to call me last night but she saw it was already 10:30 and knew I'd be in bed so she didn't want to wake me ! She said it was only a silly question about something on TV they had been watching !
I began laughing and laid my head down on my dresser as I told her what had happened last night. My family believes in reincarnation and we had made a pact that whoever went first, would come back and let the others know they were alright and what it was like. After this night, I told Mom I wanted out of the pact. We laughed it off and finally hung up, so I could get ready for work. I was afraid to look in the mirror, for fear of seeing that my hair had turned white from fright from this experience. Sometime afterwards, Mom was watching some show on TV and they had a Medium on, as a guest and you could call in and talk live with the Meduim and ask questions. Wouldn't you know....Mom got through and told the Medium about this night and how it affected me. He told her this was very common and often referred to as a "Waking Dream" I've never heard of anyone else having an experience like this before and I really don't want to do it again ! well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it...white hairs and all !!!
Experienced and written by J.Scott Keniston
A Poltergeist ?
We moved into Landen, under the cover of darkness, on a Thursday night in November and that weekend I had to work, so it must not have been till the following weekend, that Joyce and I were able to do some work around the house and yard. During the week, we were busy putting things away in the house but the weekend was so nice, we had to go out and mess around in the yard.
I think it was a regular old leaf rake that Joyce wanted, to rake leaves. We both knew where it was, she went into the garage to get it...only to have her come back out and ask, where had I put it ? I said it was right in front of her car, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, that's where I thought it was too", she said ! I walked into the garage, expecting to point it out to her, only to see, it wasn't there anymore ! We looked all around and found nothing ! We did notice a collapsible tube, leaning against the wall where the rake had been ! It was like someone had taken the rake and left the pole in it's place. It wasn't something left behind, by the previous owner and it definitely wasn't anything we had before and brought with us ! So we ended up having to drive down to the local hardware store and buying a cheap rake to replace the one we use to have. We still have the pole, Joyce loves how it can telescope out and make a heavy duty rod for her to air out bedding and such ! We still have it to this day ! We just don't know where it came from or what happened to that rake !
Several years later, the kids were visiting with their children. The grandchildren were little and looking thru one of my closets for things to play with. I was moving things I didn't want them playing with and one thing was an old Minolta 110 SLR camera that I put on an upper shelf in the closet, where they couldn't reach it ! They spent a few days visiting and when they were gone, I busied myself, putting the closet back the way it was, before they played in it. Now where did that camera go ? I asked Joyce if she had seen it ? No !!! I called the kids to see if they had picked it up by accident or maybe the children got a hold of it and mixed it in with their toys ? No !!!!! I looked all over the house and couldn't find it !
I had told this story to a co-worker of mine. He said it sounded like we had a poltergeist in the house and long after we were gone, maybe in a remote corner of the attic, they might discover a pile of items that have no reason being where they were found !
Ten years had gone by and Joyce was rearranging some decorations on top of the cabinets in the kitchen. She had used a chair to climb up on the countertop and then reached up to the decorations and began taking them down to be cleaned and rearranged. As she reached up over the top of the trim rail, she said there was something else up here ! She reached in and grabbed it and brought it out for viewing. It was the camera ! Because it was placed so high, Joyce accused me of putting it there. I swore to her, I hadn't ! I clearly remember putting it on the shelf in the closet. I hadn't taken it out for any kind of family pictures ! I'm a good photographer but I don't like taking pictures of people ! Well, she still doesn't believe me but I know better !
Another time something odd happened around the house, I had been displaying a collection of 1:6 scale action figures and models at the Lebanon Historical Museum for a show our local club put on. The show ended and I packed all my stuff up in the van and made it home in one trip. I have a lot of stuff and I was pretty amazed that I got it all in the van and safely home in a single trip ! As I was unloading my collection, I began carrying it to their designated places for storage. I had an arm full of figures as I walked down the basement stairs. Then it hit me...I had to go to the bathroom and I had to go now !!! As I hurried down the steps, a pewter six gun from a Lone Ranger figure, fell out on the steps in front of me. Even though I had to go NOW !!! I carefully placed my foot on the step, as not to step on the gun, and made my way to the bathroom as quickly as I could. Greatly relieved that I had made it in time...I finished my business and came out of the bathroom. There, on the washing machine, next to the basement bathroom, laying on a hand towel, on top of the washer, was the six gun that had fallen out of the Lone Ranger's holster ! My eyes shifted from side to side, as to be looking around for spirits ! Joyce was home but I knew she was doing something up in the master bedroom. I walked upstairs and asked her if she had been downstairs quickly and saw the tiny pistol laying on the steps and might have picked it up and put it on the washing machine ?? "No, I didn't do anything, she replied !" "Well, I guess we still must have the poltergeist around but now it's helping out. Maybe our poltergeist is a child and likes old toys and stuff?
Just recently, I had brought a nine foot long, two piece fishing rod downstairs and leaned it in a corner at a good angle before going over to the other side of the basement to checkout something on the computer. Joyce wasn't home this particular evening but when she did come home, I got out of my chair and started walking towards the steps and past the place where I had leaned the fishing rod. Both pieces of the rod had been laid out on the floor together. There was no way these two pieces fell ! Even if they had, I was only ten feet away and would have heard them hit the floor and the clatter of the two lengths of fiberglass as they made impact. I saw and heard nothing ! Joyce was now in the basement with me and I showed her how the rods were leaned in the corner and put them back the way they were...they haven't moved since !
Then, this Memorial Day weekend, Joyce and I were working around the yard and in the garage and attic, when I noticed a brand new spark-plug cleaner, sitting on our workbench, in the garage. Joyce was sitting out on the driveway, I turned around and asked her where we had gotten a spark-plug cleaner. She couldn't see what I was holding so I took it out and showed her. She said she had seen it on the workbench but didn't know what it was. I had never owned one but my buddies did. This one was brand new ! Oh well, chalk up another one to the poltergeist !
Now the latest thing to happen, just occurred the other night. I'd been looking for my old photo album for at least a couple of years. I knew where I normally kept it and always started my search there. I've turned this house upside down, several times, looking for it. It's just an old album full of photos of old Hot Rods. Then, the other night, I said something to Joyce about really missing that old album and I thought I'd look in the box full of my families pictures. I knew this wasn't a place that I would have ever put it, I just wondered if Joyce had maybe put it in there ? She said she didn't think she had and after opening the box, it was quite obvious, it wasn't in there. I walked over to the place it had always been kept and looked... and there it was ! After two or three years of looking...it was right where it was supposed to be ! Que the Twilight Zone music please !
I wonder what does cause these little oddities around the house ? Do we have a poltergeist ? Maybe !!!
Experienced by Joyce & J.Scott Keniston and Written by J.Scott Keniston
I think it was a regular old leaf rake that Joyce wanted, to rake leaves. We both knew where it was, she went into the garage to get it...only to have her come back out and ask, where had I put it ? I said it was right in front of her car, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, that's where I thought it was too", she said ! I walked into the garage, expecting to point it out to her, only to see, it wasn't there anymore ! We looked all around and found nothing ! We did notice a collapsible tube, leaning against the wall where the rake had been ! It was like someone had taken the rake and left the pole in it's place. It wasn't something left behind, by the previous owner and it definitely wasn't anything we had before and brought with us ! So we ended up having to drive down to the local hardware store and buying a cheap rake to replace the one we use to have. We still have the pole, Joyce loves how it can telescope out and make a heavy duty rod for her to air out bedding and such ! We still have it to this day ! We just don't know where it came from or what happened to that rake !
Several years later, the kids were visiting with their children. The grandchildren were little and looking thru one of my closets for things to play with. I was moving things I didn't want them playing with and one thing was an old Minolta 110 SLR camera that I put on an upper shelf in the closet, where they couldn't reach it ! They spent a few days visiting and when they were gone, I busied myself, putting the closet back the way it was, before they played in it. Now where did that camera go ? I asked Joyce if she had seen it ? No !!! I called the kids to see if they had picked it up by accident or maybe the children got a hold of it and mixed it in with their toys ? No !!!!! I looked all over the house and couldn't find it !
I had told this story to a co-worker of mine. He said it sounded like we had a poltergeist in the house and long after we were gone, maybe in a remote corner of the attic, they might discover a pile of items that have no reason being where they were found !
Ten years had gone by and Joyce was rearranging some decorations on top of the cabinets in the kitchen. She had used a chair to climb up on the countertop and then reached up to the decorations and began taking them down to be cleaned and rearranged. As she reached up over the top of the trim rail, she said there was something else up here ! She reached in and grabbed it and brought it out for viewing. It was the camera ! Because it was placed so high, Joyce accused me of putting it there. I swore to her, I hadn't ! I clearly remember putting it on the shelf in the closet. I hadn't taken it out for any kind of family pictures ! I'm a good photographer but I don't like taking pictures of people ! Well, she still doesn't believe me but I know better !
Another time something odd happened around the house, I had been displaying a collection of 1:6 scale action figures and models at the Lebanon Historical Museum for a show our local club put on. The show ended and I packed all my stuff up in the van and made it home in one trip. I have a lot of stuff and I was pretty amazed that I got it all in the van and safely home in a single trip ! As I was unloading my collection, I began carrying it to their designated places for storage. I had an arm full of figures as I walked down the basement stairs. Then it hit me...I had to go to the bathroom and I had to go now !!! As I hurried down the steps, a pewter six gun from a Lone Ranger figure, fell out on the steps in front of me. Even though I had to go NOW !!! I carefully placed my foot on the step, as not to step on the gun, and made my way to the bathroom as quickly as I could. Greatly relieved that I had made it in time...I finished my business and came out of the bathroom. There, on the washing machine, next to the basement bathroom, laying on a hand towel, on top of the washer, was the six gun that had fallen out of the Lone Ranger's holster ! My eyes shifted from side to side, as to be looking around for spirits ! Joyce was home but I knew she was doing something up in the master bedroom. I walked upstairs and asked her if she had been downstairs quickly and saw the tiny pistol laying on the steps and might have picked it up and put it on the washing machine ?? "No, I didn't do anything, she replied !" "Well, I guess we still must have the poltergeist around but now it's helping out. Maybe our poltergeist is a child and likes old toys and stuff?
Just recently, I had brought a nine foot long, two piece fishing rod downstairs and leaned it in a corner at a good angle before going over to the other side of the basement to checkout something on the computer. Joyce wasn't home this particular evening but when she did come home, I got out of my chair and started walking towards the steps and past the place where I had leaned the fishing rod. Both pieces of the rod had been laid out on the floor together. There was no way these two pieces fell ! Even if they had, I was only ten feet away and would have heard them hit the floor and the clatter of the two lengths of fiberglass as they made impact. I saw and heard nothing ! Joyce was now in the basement with me and I showed her how the rods were leaned in the corner and put them back the way they were...they haven't moved since !
Then, this Memorial Day weekend, Joyce and I were working around the yard and in the garage and attic, when I noticed a brand new spark-plug cleaner, sitting on our workbench, in the garage. Joyce was sitting out on the driveway, I turned around and asked her where we had gotten a spark-plug cleaner. She couldn't see what I was holding so I took it out and showed her. She said she had seen it on the workbench but didn't know what it was. I had never owned one but my buddies did. This one was brand new ! Oh well, chalk up another one to the poltergeist !
Now the latest thing to happen, just occurred the other night. I'd been looking for my old photo album for at least a couple of years. I knew where I normally kept it and always started my search there. I've turned this house upside down, several times, looking for it. It's just an old album full of photos of old Hot Rods. Then, the other night, I said something to Joyce about really missing that old album and I thought I'd look in the box full of my families pictures. I knew this wasn't a place that I would have ever put it, I just wondered if Joyce had maybe put it in there ? She said she didn't think she had and after opening the box, it was quite obvious, it wasn't in there. I walked over to the place it had always been kept and looked... and there it was ! After two or three years of looking...it was right where it was supposed to be ! Que the Twilight Zone music please !
I wonder what does cause these little oddities around the house ? Do we have a poltergeist ? Maybe !!!
Experienced by Joyce & J.Scott Keniston and Written by J.Scott Keniston
The Exorcism
In the late 1960's, long before the popular movie called the Exorcist was scaring everybody on movie screens around the country, my Mother had a friend that had her house exorcised.
The story begins with her friend, driving her husband home from a doctor's visit. One of their grand daughters was sitting in her husbands lap, sharing a package of LifeSaver candies. The toddler would take one for herself and then give one to grandpa. When the last LifeSaver was given to him, he laid his head back on the head rest and said, "That's the end of Grandpa !" And with that, he died ! They just happened to be passing a volunteer fire department and she pulled in and got immediate aid for her husband, but nothing could be done, he was pronounced dead on arrival !
Several years passed and the friend met another man and after a bit of a courtship they were married and living in her large house, where she and her first husband raised a large family. She and her first husband also enjoyed square dancing and the new husband was willing to give it a try. One afternoon, they found themselves in the attic, going thru some of her first husband's square dancing outfits to see if they would fit her new husband, instead of having to buy or make new ones. They had the stereo on downstairs and turned up very loudly so they could hear the music in the attic. The music stopped and he said he'd go down and turn the records over to listen to the other side, while they continued looking thru the trunks of old clothes. She corrected him and said, they hadn't been listening to records, it was the radio. He went downstairs and found the radio had been turned off. Thinking nothing of it, he turned it back on and went back upstairs. A little while later, it turned off again. They figured there must be something wrong with the on/off knob but the knob had to turned counter clockwise to turn it off and clockwise to turn it on and increase the volume. They scratched their heads and dismissed the whole thing and went on with their life.
Sometime later, again, just the two of them in the house, they heard glass breaking from the den. There, they had a baby grand piano with the lid closed and lots of family pictures covered the top of the piano. It was discovered that a picture from middle of the piano had been thrown down on the floor and broken. It was a picture of the grand daughter that was sitting in her first husband's lap, in the car, when he died ! They walked all thru the house and found no one else there but them. She was a little freaked out ! How could this picture have moved from the middle of the piano top and ended up on the floor without disturbing any of the other pictures ? The two of them suspected her dead husband was haunting them.
Mom's friend was a devout catholic and had expressed her concern of having a haunted house with the priests of the church she attended. The priests suggested a little known or heard of practice, called an exorcism ! There was a priest from a nearby parish that had experience with this and he was contacted to help the friend with their haunting.
It was a hot summer day and this was before all homes seem to have been equipped with central air conditioning. The windows were all opened and fans were used to move the air around for comfort. The friend had invited my mom and two other women to come over and play bridge that afternoon, when the priest showed up, unexpectedly. He asked if the women would stay and help with this exorcism. They all agreed to help and the priest entered her home. Upon walking in, he stated, he could feel more than one spirit in the house and began walking to the kitchen. The women stayed behind him as he opened a pantry door and said, " There's a young man in here wearing an Army jacket, long hair and a beard". This didn't sound like any of her children or their spouses. The priest went on to say that he lived here for a short time while attending a local college ! With that information, she recognized who the young man was. He was studying engineering at the time of his death and came back to this pantry because he didn't like the way the shelving was constructed in it. The priest went on the say that he posed no threat to the household and merely closed the door and they continued on their search for the next spirit.
They climbed the stairs to the bedrooms and even though the windows were all open, the heat was unbearable ! They walked into what was once one of her daughters bedrooms and the priest said there was a young child here. The women all gasped ! He stood in the middle of the room and placed his hand on top of the child's head and asked him, why was he here ? Then he turned to the women and asked if they would circle around him and the child and hold hands ? As the last woman took the hand of the woman beside her, the room that was once unbearably hot was now freezing cold ! The women said later they could see their breath, it was so cold ! Once the circle had been completed, the priest asked the child who he was ? It was a grandson that had died at the age of three but remembered being at this house when it was filled with other children and having such fun ! The child was upset that there wasn't anyone here anymore for him to play with! The priest conveyed this to the friend and she could only think of a time when they had a big family reunion party at the house...and she said this grandson was still alive then and here. The priest explained to the child that those children were no longer there and that he should move on and when he did, he would find happiness. With that, the priest's hand and arm fell limply to his side and he turned and said that the child had moved on. The women turned loose of each other's hands and the room was hot again. The priest walked thru the rest of the house and proclaimed it free of mischievous spirits. After that, no other unexplained happenings ever occurred there again.
Told by June Keniston and written by J.Scott Keniston
The story begins with her friend, driving her husband home from a doctor's visit. One of their grand daughters was sitting in her husbands lap, sharing a package of LifeSaver candies. The toddler would take one for herself and then give one to grandpa. When the last LifeSaver was given to him, he laid his head back on the head rest and said, "That's the end of Grandpa !" And with that, he died ! They just happened to be passing a volunteer fire department and she pulled in and got immediate aid for her husband, but nothing could be done, he was pronounced dead on arrival !
Several years passed and the friend met another man and after a bit of a courtship they were married and living in her large house, where she and her first husband raised a large family. She and her first husband also enjoyed square dancing and the new husband was willing to give it a try. One afternoon, they found themselves in the attic, going thru some of her first husband's square dancing outfits to see if they would fit her new husband, instead of having to buy or make new ones. They had the stereo on downstairs and turned up very loudly so they could hear the music in the attic. The music stopped and he said he'd go down and turn the records over to listen to the other side, while they continued looking thru the trunks of old clothes. She corrected him and said, they hadn't been listening to records, it was the radio. He went downstairs and found the radio had been turned off. Thinking nothing of it, he turned it back on and went back upstairs. A little while later, it turned off again. They figured there must be something wrong with the on/off knob but the knob had to turned counter clockwise to turn it off and clockwise to turn it on and increase the volume. They scratched their heads and dismissed the whole thing and went on with their life.
Sometime later, again, just the two of them in the house, they heard glass breaking from the den. There, they had a baby grand piano with the lid closed and lots of family pictures covered the top of the piano. It was discovered that a picture from middle of the piano had been thrown down on the floor and broken. It was a picture of the grand daughter that was sitting in her first husband's lap, in the car, when he died ! They walked all thru the house and found no one else there but them. She was a little freaked out ! How could this picture have moved from the middle of the piano top and ended up on the floor without disturbing any of the other pictures ? The two of them suspected her dead husband was haunting them.
Mom's friend was a devout catholic and had expressed her concern of having a haunted house with the priests of the church she attended. The priests suggested a little known or heard of practice, called an exorcism ! There was a priest from a nearby parish that had experience with this and he was contacted to help the friend with their haunting.
It was a hot summer day and this was before all homes seem to have been equipped with central air conditioning. The windows were all opened and fans were used to move the air around for comfort. The friend had invited my mom and two other women to come over and play bridge that afternoon, when the priest showed up, unexpectedly. He asked if the women would stay and help with this exorcism. They all agreed to help and the priest entered her home. Upon walking in, he stated, he could feel more than one spirit in the house and began walking to the kitchen. The women stayed behind him as he opened a pantry door and said, " There's a young man in here wearing an Army jacket, long hair and a beard". This didn't sound like any of her children or their spouses. The priest went on to say that he lived here for a short time while attending a local college ! With that information, she recognized who the young man was. He was studying engineering at the time of his death and came back to this pantry because he didn't like the way the shelving was constructed in it. The priest went on the say that he posed no threat to the household and merely closed the door and they continued on their search for the next spirit.
They climbed the stairs to the bedrooms and even though the windows were all open, the heat was unbearable ! They walked into what was once one of her daughters bedrooms and the priest said there was a young child here. The women all gasped ! He stood in the middle of the room and placed his hand on top of the child's head and asked him, why was he here ? Then he turned to the women and asked if they would circle around him and the child and hold hands ? As the last woman took the hand of the woman beside her, the room that was once unbearably hot was now freezing cold ! The women said later they could see their breath, it was so cold ! Once the circle had been completed, the priest asked the child who he was ? It was a grandson that had died at the age of three but remembered being at this house when it was filled with other children and having such fun ! The child was upset that there wasn't anyone here anymore for him to play with! The priest conveyed this to the friend and she could only think of a time when they had a big family reunion party at the house...and she said this grandson was still alive then and here. The priest explained to the child that those children were no longer there and that he should move on and when he did, he would find happiness. With that, the priest's hand and arm fell limply to his side and he turned and said that the child had moved on. The women turned loose of each other's hands and the room was hot again. The priest walked thru the rest of the house and proclaimed it free of mischievous spirits. After that, no other unexplained happenings ever occurred there again.
Told by June Keniston and written by J.Scott Keniston
Where's Sarah ?
My Mother use to buy all the furniture and stuff out of old estates and resell it or she would organize estate sales and maybe pick out a few really nice pieces to keep as her payment. She was also a world class bridge player and played in all kinds of tournaments and neighborhood games.
One night, while playing bridge at a friends house, one of the other gaming regulars called to Mom. "June, I have to talk to you about that bed I bought at the latest sale"!
Mom, went over to the woman and asked what kind of information did she needed ? She said she wanted to find out who Sarah was ? Was she a member of the family who lived in the house, and what had happened to Sarah ? Mom asked if Sarah was a name carved into the bed or something along those lines ? The woman didn't want to say anymore about it...just to find out who Sarah was ? The woman had an odd look on her face and Mom pushed a little more to find out what this curiosity or fascination was with someone named Sarah.
The woman told Mom, she might think she was crazy if she told her this story. Mom assured her, she wouldn't. So she began to tell the story. Her two sons are both grown and out of the house and this particular time, her husband was out of town on business. She didn't feel like sleeping in the king size bed in the master bedroom so she thought she'd just sleep in the guest bedroom, on the antique bed she had purchased from the estate sale in question. She figured she'd laydown and read a good book untill she fell asleep.
As planned she nodded off with the book in hand and a small light still on, on the nightstand. All of a sudden she awoke to the shaking of the bed and when she opened her eyes, she could see an apparition of a little old man, in a night shirt, asking where Sarah was ? He kept asking over and over. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at the apparition. Then she finally spoke, "there is no one named Sarah here !" and with that said, he disappeared.
When her husband came home, she told him about the little old man, looking for Sarah. He thought she was making the whole story up ! She convinced him to sleep in the bed alone and see if it happened to him ? The challenge was there now and he excepted it. That night he slept alone in the antique bed and was also awakened by the little old man, looking for Sarah. Visibly shaken by the whole ordeal, her husband decided not to spend the entire night in the antique bed but to return to their king size bed and get what was left of a good nights sleep.
The woman's husband was an Internal Affairs Officer for the city police. Her two sons were also connected to police forces in different cities, one was a detective and the other did polygraph testing
The son that was a local detective came over one night for a visit and his parents told him the tale of the bed and the little old man, looking for Sarah. They all got a good laugh over it as they relaxed in the den, after dinner but then his mother asked him to spend the night and see if the little old man would show up again ? His father begged him to try it out and after a little arm twisting, he decided to stay the night.
The son tried to stay awake and watch out for the ghost of the little old man but that didn't work too well and he ended up falling asleep anyway. Sometime in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the apparition of the little old man, shaking the bed and asking where Sarah was ? Without saying a word, he got out of bed and walked out of the room and down the hall and announced to his parents that he was going home ! His parents both asked if he had seen the ghost ? "Yes, and that's all I'm going to say about it" he said and he left the house.
Months later, the other son, that worked out of town, came to visit. Mom, Dad and brother had planned a quiet evening with dinner and catching up and the boys would both be spending the night. The plan was to have the second son sleep in the antique bed and no one mentioned anything about the ghost, asking for Sarah.
Time for bed and everybody headed upstairs and went to their rooms and got ready for sleep. He was amazed at how comfortable the antique bed was and had fallen asleep almost immediately. Right on cue, in the middle of the night, the ghostly image of the little old man in the period night shirt, started shaking the bed and asking where Sarah was ? He sat up straight in the bed...not believing his eyes. He yelled out and the little man vanished. Mom, Dad and Brother all came to his room and he told them what he had seen. They consoled him and told him they had all seen him too and wanted to see if he would as well ?
The next morning it was decided they would go down to the police station and do polygraph tests on the whole family. A battery of questions were compiled and the testing began. The results of the tests had shown that they all believed there was an apparition and thought it was real.
My Mother checked with the family of the estate, to see if anyone in their family was named Sarah and who might the man be that was searching for her ? The family didn't know of anyone by that name and looked in the family bible to trace back a couple generations for the name of Sarah but nothing was ever found. Maybe the bed was purchased, used from another family and that family would know who Sarah was...who knows ????
Told by June Keniston and Written by J.Scott Keniston
One night, while playing bridge at a friends house, one of the other gaming regulars called to Mom. "June, I have to talk to you about that bed I bought at the latest sale"!
Mom, went over to the woman and asked what kind of information did she needed ? She said she wanted to find out who Sarah was ? Was she a member of the family who lived in the house, and what had happened to Sarah ? Mom asked if Sarah was a name carved into the bed or something along those lines ? The woman didn't want to say anymore about it...just to find out who Sarah was ? The woman had an odd look on her face and Mom pushed a little more to find out what this curiosity or fascination was with someone named Sarah.
The woman told Mom, she might think she was crazy if she told her this story. Mom assured her, she wouldn't. So she began to tell the story. Her two sons are both grown and out of the house and this particular time, her husband was out of town on business. She didn't feel like sleeping in the king size bed in the master bedroom so she thought she'd just sleep in the guest bedroom, on the antique bed she had purchased from the estate sale in question. She figured she'd laydown and read a good book untill she fell asleep.
As planned she nodded off with the book in hand and a small light still on, on the nightstand. All of a sudden she awoke to the shaking of the bed and when she opened her eyes, she could see an apparition of a little old man, in a night shirt, asking where Sarah was ? He kept asking over and over. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at the apparition. Then she finally spoke, "there is no one named Sarah here !" and with that said, he disappeared.
When her husband came home, she told him about the little old man, looking for Sarah. He thought she was making the whole story up ! She convinced him to sleep in the bed alone and see if it happened to him ? The challenge was there now and he excepted it. That night he slept alone in the antique bed and was also awakened by the little old man, looking for Sarah. Visibly shaken by the whole ordeal, her husband decided not to spend the entire night in the antique bed but to return to their king size bed and get what was left of a good nights sleep.
The woman's husband was an Internal Affairs Officer for the city police. Her two sons were also connected to police forces in different cities, one was a detective and the other did polygraph testing
The son that was a local detective came over one night for a visit and his parents told him the tale of the bed and the little old man, looking for Sarah. They all got a good laugh over it as they relaxed in the den, after dinner but then his mother asked him to spend the night and see if the little old man would show up again ? His father begged him to try it out and after a little arm twisting, he decided to stay the night.
The son tried to stay awake and watch out for the ghost of the little old man but that didn't work too well and he ended up falling asleep anyway. Sometime in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the apparition of the little old man, shaking the bed and asking where Sarah was ? Without saying a word, he got out of bed and walked out of the room and down the hall and announced to his parents that he was going home ! His parents both asked if he had seen the ghost ? "Yes, and that's all I'm going to say about it" he said and he left the house.
Months later, the other son, that worked out of town, came to visit. Mom, Dad and brother had planned a quiet evening with dinner and catching up and the boys would both be spending the night. The plan was to have the second son sleep in the antique bed and no one mentioned anything about the ghost, asking for Sarah.
Time for bed and everybody headed upstairs and went to their rooms and got ready for sleep. He was amazed at how comfortable the antique bed was and had fallen asleep almost immediately. Right on cue, in the middle of the night, the ghostly image of the little old man in the period night shirt, started shaking the bed and asking where Sarah was ? He sat up straight in the bed...not believing his eyes. He yelled out and the little man vanished. Mom, Dad and Brother all came to his room and he told them what he had seen. They consoled him and told him they had all seen him too and wanted to see if he would as well ?
The next morning it was decided they would go down to the police station and do polygraph tests on the whole family. A battery of questions were compiled and the testing began. The results of the tests had shown that they all believed there was an apparition and thought it was real.
My Mother checked with the family of the estate, to see if anyone in their family was named Sarah and who might the man be that was searching for her ? The family didn't know of anyone by that name and looked in the family bible to trace back a couple generations for the name of Sarah but nothing was ever found. Maybe the bed was purchased, used from another family and that family would know who Sarah was...who knows ????
Told by June Keniston and Written by J.Scott Keniston
Jon's Haunted Farmhouse
Jon and I worked together, many years ago ! We talked about all kinds of topics. One morning, Kathie was saying that she and another co-worker that had worked late the night before, could hear the sounds of equipment being used and tape guns tearing off lengths of tape, to seal boxes prior to shipment. They were the only two in the building and they both heard it...and ended up walking all around the facility to make sure no one else was inside, with them ! She was pretty freaked out about it.
A few others gathered around and said they had also heard the noises and wonder what it was but never said anything about it 1 As it turns out we had all heard it but couldn't explain it but this led to a telling of ghost stories at work this particular morning.
Jon listened quietly as each person took a turn, telling a spooky tale of their own. Some sounded like a Hollywood movie, wanna-be and others were just silly.
Then Jon told us that he had grown up in a haunted house with his brothers and sisters. That said, all the attention swung to Jon. He went on to say that everyone in their house had seen all kinds of apparitions or images, except his father, or if his father had seen something, he never said anything about it. No harm had come to any of them but when they first moved into the house, they were a little unsettled.
He said his older sister was the first to claim the house was haunted or something ! She was laying on her bed, on her stomach, reading a book and flopping her legs down on the covers repeatedly. Then, she thought one of her younger siblings had snuck into the room and sat on her legs, preventing her from raising them again. She turned around, thinking she would see one of the kids messing with her, only to find nothing there but still unable to move her legs ! She screamed, in panic and when she did, whatever was holding her down...left, and she was able to jump out of bed, run downstairs and tell her mother about it. Mom blamed it on a freak cramp or something but his sister insisted that it felt like someone was holding her down. Mom tired calming her and the family and soon everything went back to normal.
His mother was the next to witness the strange goings on in the house. While preparing their evening meal, she watched a potato peeler, move across the countertop. She took hold of the peeler and a mixing spoon started moving toward her, sliding on the countertop. She spoke to whomever was in the room with her. She asked who it was and what they wanted ? No answer ! She said she hoped they could live together, that this rundown farm was all her husband could afford to shelter their family and to please not scare them away ! Jon and two of his siblings entered the kitchen as Mom was talking to the spirit and witnessed a paring knife flying across the room and sticking in the opposite wall ! The children were a bit paniced but Mom remained cool headed and calmed them down, explaining to them that there may be another family living in the house with them and she hoped they could all get along with each other.
As time went on, nothing really happened but maybe as the family gathered in the living room to watch TV for the evening, someone might see a faint image of something or someone, in the room with them. The images varied, big and small, young and old. Jon's Father never did see anything nor did he believe the stories they would tell him, so over time, they never included Dad in their ghostly conversations. If one of the family members were alone during a sighting, they would acknowledge it's presence and talk to it, but never getting answered. They would catch glimpses of images in the farmyard, the barn and all around the house but no one told Dad about this anymore.
All the kids grew up and moved out and Mom and Dad got too old to take care of the place on their own so they eventually had to sell the haunted farm. He's sure his father never disclosed the hauntings to the relator that ended up selling the farm. I guess they'd just have to find out on their own, like we did, Jon chuckled !
Told by Jon Cave Written by J.Scott Keniston
A few others gathered around and said they had also heard the noises and wonder what it was but never said anything about it 1 As it turns out we had all heard it but couldn't explain it but this led to a telling of ghost stories at work this particular morning.
Jon listened quietly as each person took a turn, telling a spooky tale of their own. Some sounded like a Hollywood movie, wanna-be and others were just silly.
Then Jon told us that he had grown up in a haunted house with his brothers and sisters. That said, all the attention swung to Jon. He went on to say that everyone in their house had seen all kinds of apparitions or images, except his father, or if his father had seen something, he never said anything about it. No harm had come to any of them but when they first moved into the house, they were a little unsettled.
He said his older sister was the first to claim the house was haunted or something ! She was laying on her bed, on her stomach, reading a book and flopping her legs down on the covers repeatedly. Then, she thought one of her younger siblings had snuck into the room and sat on her legs, preventing her from raising them again. She turned around, thinking she would see one of the kids messing with her, only to find nothing there but still unable to move her legs ! She screamed, in panic and when she did, whatever was holding her down...left, and she was able to jump out of bed, run downstairs and tell her mother about it. Mom blamed it on a freak cramp or something but his sister insisted that it felt like someone was holding her down. Mom tired calming her and the family and soon everything went back to normal.
His mother was the next to witness the strange goings on in the house. While preparing their evening meal, she watched a potato peeler, move across the countertop. She took hold of the peeler and a mixing spoon started moving toward her, sliding on the countertop. She spoke to whomever was in the room with her. She asked who it was and what they wanted ? No answer ! She said she hoped they could live together, that this rundown farm was all her husband could afford to shelter their family and to please not scare them away ! Jon and two of his siblings entered the kitchen as Mom was talking to the spirit and witnessed a paring knife flying across the room and sticking in the opposite wall ! The children were a bit paniced but Mom remained cool headed and calmed them down, explaining to them that there may be another family living in the house with them and she hoped they could all get along with each other.
As time went on, nothing really happened but maybe as the family gathered in the living room to watch TV for the evening, someone might see a faint image of something or someone, in the room with them. The images varied, big and small, young and old. Jon's Father never did see anything nor did he believe the stories they would tell him, so over time, they never included Dad in their ghostly conversations. If one of the family members were alone during a sighting, they would acknowledge it's presence and talk to it, but never getting answered. They would catch glimpses of images in the farmyard, the barn and all around the house but no one told Dad about this anymore.
All the kids grew up and moved out and Mom and Dad got too old to take care of the place on their own so they eventually had to sell the haunted farm. He's sure his father never disclosed the hauntings to the relator that ended up selling the farm. I guess they'd just have to find out on their own, like we did, Jon chuckled !
Told by Jon Cave Written by J.Scott Keniston
The Rocking Chair
My Aunt Lil tells the story about a child's rocking chair, her father made for her daughter, when she was a toddler. She said the chair was so poorly crafted, even with a person sitting in the chair, you were hard pressed to make the chair rock. Aunt Lil's father wanted to take the chair back and try to re-work it but Lil insisted...it would be fine.
Time went on and Aunt Lil's father died but they still kept the little rocking chair he had made. She said, sometimes when you'd least expected it, the chair would start rocking on it's own. This phenomenon was never looked into, but they always suspected it was her father's spirit, coming back for a visit.
Told by Aunt Lil and written by J.Scott Keniston
Time went on and Aunt Lil's father died but they still kept the little rocking chair he had made. She said, sometimes when you'd least expected it, the chair would start rocking on it's own. This phenomenon was never looked into, but they always suspected it was her father's spirit, coming back for a visit.
Told by Aunt Lil and written by J.Scott Keniston
Roy's Encounter
If I remember the story correctly, Roy told me it was back in the 1970's when he had an experience with a UFO. He was living in Ohio and had moved to an area that might be considered, semi-rural. The houses were all built on good size plots of acreage. Most neighbors had dogs, some had horses. This particular evening, after work, the sun was setting. Roy could hear the dogs and horses making a commotion and a certain sound filled the air. A sound he had never heard before and couldn't identify.
As he looked around his backyard, he could see nothing but after walking into the house and peering out the front window, he could see some sort of a large saucer-shaped object, in the field across the street from his house. It had several blinding, bright lights that didn't allow him to stare at it constantly. Roy walked out into the front yard and after several minutes of looking at it, it began to ascend and in a flash...was gone !
Roy listened to local radio and television to see if any UFO sightings had been reported ? Nothing ! He didn't call in...not wanting to sound like the local "Crack-Pot"...but sometime afterwards, other neighbors came forward and talked openly amongst themselves about what they had seen and heard the evening. So now Roy knew he hadn't imagine the whole thing, there was a UFO across from his house and only they had seen it !
Told by Roy & written by J.Scott Keniston
As he looked around his backyard, he could see nothing but after walking into the house and peering out the front window, he could see some sort of a large saucer-shaped object, in the field across the street from his house. It had several blinding, bright lights that didn't allow him to stare at it constantly. Roy walked out into the front yard and after several minutes of looking at it, it began to ascend and in a flash...was gone !
Roy listened to local radio and television to see if any UFO sightings had been reported ? Nothing ! He didn't call in...not wanting to sound like the local "Crack-Pot"...but sometime afterwards, other neighbors came forward and talked openly amongst themselves about what they had seen and heard the evening. So now Roy knew he hadn't imagine the whole thing, there was a UFO across from his house and only they had seen it !
Told by Roy & written by J.Scott Keniston
Mom's Here !
The boy's mother died early on a Sunday morning, peacefully, in her sleep. I was called and told about it that afternoon. Their Mom was 99 years old and lived a nice life. The following night, I had a dream about the funeral and after the grave-side service, we went back to her house, for sort of a wake. As we walked in the side door, into the kitchen, I could see their Mother's spirit, standing in the corner of the kitchen, out of the way, just watching the goings on. I didn't say anything to anyone else but Joyce. I told her about this dream.
By Tuesday night, I was called and told the funeral would be Wednesday morning at 9:00 AM. We all met at the church and did the whole Catholic service thing and then went to the graveyard for the grave-side service. When it was over, the boys told everyone they were going back to the brother's house for lunch and that everyone should come.
Well, there went my dream ! As if I was going to experience some sort of daja vue . We had a nice visit and lunch and slowly but surely, everyone started heading home.
Not even a month later, I was talking to the youngest son, that now owns the house he was raised in. As we talked on the phone, he mentioned something strange had happened a couple nights before. He went on to explain that in the middle of the night, he woke up, tossing and turning and sat up in bed when he thought he could hear something in the house. He listened and figured it must be noise from the neighbors and rolled over and went back to sleep. When his alarm clock went off and he got up, he could still hear the sounds in the house. He reached for the pistol, hanging on his bed post and headed downstairs. He turned into the dinning room and thought to himself, it sounds like the TV is on in Mom's room ! As he got closer, he could hear it was definitely in Mom's room. He opened and the door and yes, the TV was on. The bed made and the remote control, laying on the bed and the TV on. He turned the TV off and looked around the room and said, "Stop that!"
Later that evening he decided to swap out his old TV for his Mom's flat screen model. I warned him, if she came back, she's going to be in his room, watching TV from now on !
Told by my best friend, Written by J.Scott Keniston
By Tuesday night, I was called and told the funeral would be Wednesday morning at 9:00 AM. We all met at the church and did the whole Catholic service thing and then went to the graveyard for the grave-side service. When it was over, the boys told everyone they were going back to the brother's house for lunch and that everyone should come.
Well, there went my dream ! As if I was going to experience some sort of daja vue . We had a nice visit and lunch and slowly but surely, everyone started heading home.
Not even a month later, I was talking to the youngest son, that now owns the house he was raised in. As we talked on the phone, he mentioned something strange had happened a couple nights before. He went on to explain that in the middle of the night, he woke up, tossing and turning and sat up in bed when he thought he could hear something in the house. He listened and figured it must be noise from the neighbors and rolled over and went back to sleep. When his alarm clock went off and he got up, he could still hear the sounds in the house. He reached for the pistol, hanging on his bed post and headed downstairs. He turned into the dinning room and thought to himself, it sounds like the TV is on in Mom's room ! As he got closer, he could hear it was definitely in Mom's room. He opened and the door and yes, the TV was on. The bed made and the remote control, laying on the bed and the TV on. He turned the TV off and looked around the room and said, "Stop that!"
Later that evening he decided to swap out his old TV for his Mom's flat screen model. I warned him, if she came back, she's going to be in his room, watching TV from now on !
Told by my best friend, Written by J.Scott Keniston