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I can hear the voices of our younger members saying "Vincent who?" - or the voices of the slightly older saying "wasn't he that guy who did the narration in Michael Jackson's Thriller video"Quote:
Originally posted by RICHARD
LOLOLOL!!
the movie 'the tingler' was a Vincent Price classic.
VP was the man. He really did know how to be creepy.:)
One of my all time favorite VP movies was the original House on Haunted Hill As a kid, that scared me to death. Anyone remember Chiller Theatre?? I loved watching that on Saturday nights!! You rarely see the classic horror tales on TV anymore. Some of my favorites are
Rosemary's Baby-The Best!!
Invasion of the Body Snatchers (the original with Kevin McCarthy was the best, with great social implications and the re-make with Donald Sutherland was really good too)
The Haunting with Julie Harris...The BEST ghost movie ever!
Ahhh, nothing like a Vincent Price b/w movie. Got to be the best.
Not sure if it's VP but I loved "The Birds". And I think there was another movie about swarms of bees??? Curl up in your pj's with popcorn and I'm set for the night.
I have the "Psycho" series on VHS.
"Would you like some k-k-k-k-kutlery with that sandwich?"
Things are getting really busy here with testing conversion data. Any chance of getting an OJ and soda????
Data conversion..NOW THAT'S SCARY....Quote:
Originally posted by slick
Things are getting really busy here with testing conversion data. Any chance of getting an OJ and soda????
OJ-WITH OR WITHOUT GLOVES? and a soda.....
lolololololololol.............
I kill myself...
LOL!!Quote:
Originally posted by RICHARD
Data conversion..NOW THAT'S SCARY....
OJ-WITH OR WITHOUT GLOVES? and a soda.....
lolololololololol.............
I kill myself...
I'll take it with the gloves but without the blood and the Ford Bronco......
You kill me too :D :D :D RIP!!
LOL LOL So true. I guess I won't be having any vampire visitors here in Gilroy, the garlic capitol!! :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally posted by gini
Not only will those keep the vampires away - they will keep EVERYONE away:D :D
Happy Howl-o-ween everyone! I just love ghost stories. Serve me up some mulled wine, Richard! It's just as good as cider, but with a kick! I brought along a litterbox cake for everyone to enjoy! Eat up!!! :D
As far as creepy movies, did you all see What Lies Beneath? Good ghost story with a twist! :eek:
WL,
Mulled wine it is....
Done!
Here's a short ghost story...
I open up my pay envelope and the government makes my money disappear!!!
spooky!!:rolleyes:
My Daddy was one of the kindest, sweetest, most intelligent men you could ever know. In his younger days he was a ranch foreman ib Texas. Most of his life he was a dairyman in Tennessee. After becoming disabled, he sold the family farm and raised the prettiest, most productive garden that anyone in the suburbs ever saw. He sold some of the extra vegetables and fruit, but gave away far more. He was my best friend, the longest love of my life
His death in 1997, at the age of 80, hurt more than words can express. But at times I feel his presence still, his love and reassurances. His gravestone is decorated with an etching of his old poodle, Danny, and of his tractor.
I took the attatched picture in my garden this Spring.
Amoore, looks like something is really haunting your garden, perhaps Daddy keeping an eye on you??
It's only 7:53am here and it's a Thursday, getting an early start. Can I have a Spanish Coffee to start things off?? Halloweenie day at work today so won't get much work done. Good!! Leaves for time for PT :D :D Better get ready for work. Talk to you later.
yes i feel my father still watches out after me . he was such avid gardener . he was always ready with advice .
LOL LOL Isn't THAT the truth!
Amoore, what a neat picture! I can guarantee that your dad is a guardian angel looking over you:)Quote:
Originally posted by RICHARD
WL,
Mulled wine it is....
Done!
Here's a short ghost story...
I open up my pay envelope and the government makes my money disappear!!!
spooky!!:rolleyes:
Another quick scary story.... I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Scared you, didn't I? LOL LOL :p
Actually, here is a story about something that happened to me when I was home from college one time. Let me first start off by saying that I am the type of person who has an overactive imagination, so I really scare easily.
It was summertime, so I was home from college. My parents have quite a large home, and they also had 3 different phone lines going into the house at the time. My oldest sister's room in the basement had a phone line, we had our regular phone line, then my dad had a business phone line upstairs where there are 3 bedrooms and a bathroom; one of which was my room. Anyway, I was sleeping and was awakened by the phone ringing. I had been talking on my parent's bedroom cordless before I went to bed, so I still had it in my room. I picked up the phone and this guy said Hello. It sounded like one of my other sister's boyfriends. Again, since I was groggy I didn't even consider that it was 3am! I just said, I'm sorry, Laura's not here right now, and he preceeded to say that he called to talk to me. I thought that was wierd, and then he started asking me all these nasty questions and all. By this time, I was wide awake and I asked where he was calling from. He said "really close". Of course at this point, I freaked out and hung up the phone. All I could think about was that urban legend where the guy calls the babysitter from a phone inside the house! :eek: Really close could have meant right across the hall from me on that phone line, or from the basement in my mind. :eek: I started to panic and I blocked my bedroom door with a chair and I fumbled around the room looking for weapons just in case I needed them. I didn't find much but some black cat firecrackers. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. By early morning, I krept out of my bedroom and went downstairs into the basement to watch TV (so I wouldn't wake my parents on the main floor by the family room TV, since their bedroom was on the main floor of the house). Our basement has a walkout sliding glass door, which when I checked....was unlocked!! :eek: :eek: Could someone have come in and called our number? Most likely not, but it's creepy all the same! :p
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Originally posted by slick
Amoore, looks like something is really haunting your garden, perhaps Daddy keeping an eye on you??
It's only 7:53am here and it's a Thursday, getting an early start. Can I have a Spanish Coffee to start things off?? Halloweenie day at work today so won't get much work done. Good!! Leaves for time for PT :D :D Better get ready for work. Talk to you later.
Un cafe espanol!
Hecho!
(one spanish coffee! Done!)
WOW, ghost stories, ok? Well since I have been plagued by ghosts all my life here are a few of my real stories. Ones that have happened to my family or myself.
Well the freakiest one was when I was little, have no clue what age I was but I remember it very well. Maybe I was around 3 or so? We had a big house, two stories. For some strange reason my father, mother, brother and I all slept in the same room. We had three beds, ya I know, we were weird. One was for my older brother, one for my dad and one for my mom and I. We had a poltergeist, who and I know all of you will think I am crazy but I really don't give a damn, my dad started floating above his bed. And YES I AM serious. That is all I remember, was him floating. Before we were born my mom would always hear footsteps and the door to the stairs open and close, but each time she looked nothing was there. Well we lost the house, and my parents divorced. The place was torn down due to hauntings. Nothing has been buildt there since. Why my parents slept in seperate beds I do not recall.........possibly they couldn't afford a bigger bed, which I think might have been it as I recall yet another weird thing my mother telling me, that they rented a bed and it was haunted. My parents didn't have much money when they got married so they didn't have a bed and had to rent one. My mom said that during the night she could feel people under the bed pushing her, like they didn't want her in the bed. Of course, they got rid of that thing pretty quick.
I'll continue in another post...........
wow! wolflady: that would have freeked me out ! that was a good spookey holloween story !
richard or slick: spanish coffee sounds good ! what is your recipe for spanish coffee ?:)
luckies4me : that was a scarry one :eek:
Ok here are the rest.
We used to live right across the street from the Disneyland Hotel, in some crappy gang infested apartments. Anyways, we had the last apartment that faced the street. One day out of nowhere, our sliding glass door shattered while we were all sitting at the table (right next to the door) eating breakfast. Nothing hit it, it just broke and shattered in towards us. Ghost? I have no idea what it was to tell you the truth but it scared the hell out of us!
When we lived in Anaheim on Rome street, we lived in a house that a man died in. His name was John, and he died from a heart attack I think. He built the house. His son, John the second, was our landlord. John, the dead one, didn't like kids too much so they said. He used to always sit in one place towards the front door, with his wheelchair and watch tv. That was his place to sit in the house. Well when we moved in we also put our tv there, in the same place, and every time you sat there you would feel breath on you, or it would get really cold. Well we moved the tv. Now this is the freaky thing. My sister was very young at the time, maybe around 4 or 5. She would sit in the back room playing barbies like most young girls. Well one day I went to walk into the room but stopped at the door when I heard her having a conversation with someone, only someone wasn't there. Yes kids do talk to imaginary people, but if you heard her, she was actually talking to someone. I listened for a few minutes trying to understand what she was saying...........oooh hands getting achy.......when I asked her who she was talking to. As soon as I asked her this the window in front os her shattered, and she replied, "I am talking to John, and he doesn't want us here". Nice eh? That guy was an a$$, even if he was dead. He used to turn off the lights on me while I was showering at night, and turn off and on my radio. We didn't let him bug us and eventually he stopped. :rolleyes: Even though he was dead, he was still a jerk. His family seemed to think it was pretty funny though.