"The Twilight Zone"
There are things in life we JUST CAN'T explain. Strange things that happen for no reason. We all remember, Mary Jane Rd. and the "lights" in Kountze? So tell me your story.
We all remember, Mary Jane Rd. and the "lights" in Kountze? So tell me your story.
Ronny Eller '63|
Not sure this tale fits since it could be explained but it was a true happening one Halloween Night Long Ago.
I spent a lot of my early years visiting my grandparents in Village Mills Texas. Back then there were still a lot of sandy dirt roads cutting through thick piney woods. The heavy undergrowth pushed to the edge of the road so you usually felt more comfortable walking down the middle of the sandy road.
I was almost 9 and had been to a Halloween Party at a friends home maybe a little less than two miles from my grandparents. I'm sure I could have gotten someone to drive me home, but heck, that was only a good leg stretch and I didn't mind walking. So without telling anyone I took out for home. I hadn't gone very far before I began to realized just how dark a moonless October night can be and I sure wished I hadn't listened so closely to the ghost stories earlier in the evening.
I was far enough away from the highway so that the night was silent except for the wind blowing through the pine trees. If you never heard about whispering pines, brother. I can tell you they do and it seemed to me the topic of conversation that night was all about me.
I had started the trip home with a casual stroll however, as noises in the woods seemed to get louder and louder my pace quickened and quickened to almost a run. Boy I wished I had a flashlight.
I was probably more than half way home when a dark figure stepped out of the woods and called out “Hey Boy, I've been waiting for you.” I only thought I was moving fast earlier. From that point until I reached the front gate of my grandparent's home my feet virtually flew, only touching ground when absolutely necessary. My grandmother was on the porch waiting for me. “Where's Mr. McGraw ?” she asked. “When I heard you were walking I gave him a call and asked him to wait for you and walk you the rest of the way home.”
I don't remember screaming but Mr. McGraw always claimed I let out a scream that would have made the banshees proud.
Becky Meaner '65|
Beth, here is a story for your Strange Stories. My son just bought a book called Weird Texas. Of course I'd already heard of a lot of these stories,(Sara Jane road, Saratoga Lights, etc.) but this one was a new one! In Forest Lawn cemetary there is a statue of two lovers people are calling the Kissing Statue. During the light of day, the couple is just standing side by side arms intwined. Now, I haven't tried this, but it is said that if you go there after dark (Not ME!), pull your car around the drive behind the statue, and shine your lights on the couple, they will turn and kiss. Hmmm, anybody brave enough to try it? I'd like to know if it's true! What a neat thing for a couple on a date to go see. Even if it turns out not to be true, it beats going to the submarine races!
Becky Meaner '65|
I belong to a chapter of the Red Hat Society in Port Arthur. In February of this year, one of our dear members passed away. Her funeral service was held in the church. When I arrived at the church, I thought I smelled something burning, and asked the church custodian if he would check it out. He came back and told me he couldn't find anything. The service began and things seemed to go okay at first. There was still a smell of something burning, so one of the men near me went to check it out himself. He hurried back and asked the custodian where the extra fire extinguisher was. I thought to myself, "Now this can't be a good sign." Our pastor then asked everyone to calmly exit through the front and side doors. We had a serious fire. The exit went fine. The pianist even continued playing as we left. (We now call her Titanic Bessie) The firemen came and put out the fire and told our pastor that if there hadn't been a funeral there that day, the church would have surely burned to the ground. Something in the heating unit went wrong and when it turned on, it caught fire. My dear friend went out with a bang and saved our church too!
You would think my story ends there, but there is one more little tidbit. This past Saturday, my Red Hat chapter got together for lunch. It was our late friends birthday, so we decided to drink a toast to her. As we each said a few words about her and clinked our glasses together, we heard someone from the booth behind us giggle. I turned around to see who it was, but there was nobody there! In fact, we were the only ones in that part of the room (or were we?)! We just kind of smiled at each other, each of us knowing in our hearts that she was there with us.
I will tell you mine and try to keep it short, though it really is a long story!
Price Bradshaw '62|
Don't think this really qualifies for your "strange stories" section, but it really is pretty funny, and I thought some folks might enjoy it if you could find a place for it.
First, the setting: it's 7 o'clock on a cold, late December Saturday
morning four years ago. We live in a two-story symmetrical Victorian
house, and the house is equipped with a burglar alarm.
I am in the habit of arising early while my wife prefers to sleep in as
long as possible, especially on cold mornings. So I was in our
computer/craft room at the other end of the house, playing a few games
on the computer while Margaret slept. I do not normally turn the alarm system
off unless I intend to go downstairs, so it was still on. Within one minute either way of 7 a.m., the house alarm goes off. Perhaps you can imagine what's going through my mind as I start flailing around, trying to get my feet off the desk and my rear end out of the comfortably tilted office chair. Anyway, I finally manage to get all these things done, and stagger to my feet just in time to hear Margaret hollering to ask what was wrong. In the time it took me to get to the bedroom, my head cleared enough to realize that it really couldn't be a burglar because nobody would break into a house in early morning daylight. Therefore, It (and whatever It was, It was now a capital I-t to my mind) was something else.
Anyway, we now began a room-by-room sweep of the second floor, and as we verified that It was not in a given room, we shut the doors to that room and moved on. In this manner, we cleared all of the second floor except the stair landing. And It wasn't there. I said, well, maybe It had gone downstairs, so I went down the stairs and turned left into the gentlemen's parlor. There It was! It spotted me coming and dashed past me to head up the stairs again, only to find Margaret stamping her feet and screaming at the top of the stairs, and with me in hot pursuit from the bottom. It weighed Its decision carefully and sprang through the balusters on the side of the stairs to land on the rug in the foyer. I turned back down the stairs, and It barreled into the ladies' parlor and leaped up into the still-standing fully decorated Christmas tree! I could just make It out as It climbed the rest of the way up into the tree. It seemed to have a little trouble doing this, which I thought was curious, but didn't think anything more about it until much later. "Aha!" I thought. "I've got you now!" (What I was going to do with the squirrel once I "had" it had not yet occurred to me.)
But yet once again, the wily creature leaped from the tree on a bee-line for the dining room. Once It reached the end of the dining room, It jumped upon one end of the tables displaying Margaret's Department 56 collection. I could only look on with horror in anticipation of all those ceramic buildings and people crashing to the floor as the squirrel danced his way along. At this point, Margaret shouted from the foyer for me to open a doorand try to get him to run out. So I ran into the wet bar and opened the French doors opening on to our side porch. this awakened Sadie, who yawned, came out of her doghouse and stood in the doorway trying to figure out what was going on. Back to the dining room! The squirrel looked at me again and ran full tilt the whole length of the two Christmas Village tables, dived off the end, came back up the dining room, saw the French door open, with Sadie standing there yawning, and decided to make a dash for freedom. It ran right under Sadie between her front legs and kept going into our side yard. Sadie finally woke up and took off after the squirrel. Having suddenly become extraordinarily quick of mind, I closed the French door. It's gone!
Subsequently, we examined everywhere It had been, and determined that the
squirrel had worked Its way into an interior wall from the attic, then
managed to gnaw enough wood off the inside of the frame of a pocket door to
allow Itself to fall out into the gentlemen's parlor (which is what
triggered the alarm). In Its excursion through our Christmas tree, It
neither broke nor even knocked off any of the many fragile decorations,
and in Its headlong flight across the Christmas Village, It knocked over one
(and only one) ceramic figure. Nothing was broken. As we were dismantling
the Christmas tree after Epiphany, we found a cardboard spider trap (a
tent-like cardboard contraption about four inches long and two and a
half inches high containing a sticky substance that our exterminator uses)
near the top of the tree in back. I asked Margaret if the exterminator
placed it there, and she said no. It was only after examining the small gray
hairs stuck in the edge of the trap that I remembered the apparent difficulty
the squirrel had in climbing to the top of the tree. Its tail had become
stuck to the spider trap and It had leaped into the tree and then climbed the
tree with the spider trap attached!
Read other alumni stories then come back and browse through some of the links I found on the net! They are very interesting!