Very much appreciated, MerelyGifted!
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YAY!
So glad youâve joined us!
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Dearest, darlingest ShoKo and her family!
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Full toon at link.
My, I bet you monsters lead interesting lives. I said to my girlfriend just the other day - Gee, Iâll bet monsters are interesting, I said. The places you must go and the places you must see, my stars! And Iâll bet you meet a lot of interesting people, too. Iâm always interested in meeting interesting people.
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In-ter-est-ing!
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Letâs not get nightmarish hereâŠ
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Hahaha!
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So cute!
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Pea soup aside, much of it is an incredibly beautifully filmed movie. My BF had it on for while - to the point when Reagan goes to the hospital - and I eventually thought, âWell, it is Devilâs Night.â
Kindly allow me to hip anyone who isnât -
Devilâs Night, Oct 30th, has also been known as Mischief Night or Prank Night in some parts of the US. Devilâs Night in Detroit, esp during the 70s, was once a night of supremely nasty devilry. Arson was a huge problem, with abandoned homes & buildings set ablaze all over town. I donât know whether kids out in the burbs are still TPing their neighbors, egging people and objects, soaping car windows and windshields, etc or not.
It was decided that This Must Not Stand! by the late 80s IIRC, and patrols went out, both police and sort-of deputized Neighborhood Watch, etc civilians, cruising neighborhoods & communicating w/public safety whenever needed. Arson on Devilâs Night dwindled, and it eventually entirely disappeared.
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Strange things happened at the Jamaican villa we rented, Sâ Sââ in Mââ Bâ, but neither the housekeeper/cook nor the gardener who worked there had ever felt or experienced the sort of things we did.
The owner had recently died.
Iâd just finished dressing after taking an afternoon shower. I opened the bathroom door, and on the hallway wall was a multitude of shadows. It was as if many partygoersâ shadows were going back and forth between my room and the living room. Some carried drinks and/or cigarettes. A dog or cat shadow occasionally passed. It was the hottest part of the day, when the Sun beats down on the front of the house, so the bathroom window shutters were closed, and I had turned off the bathroom light. My room, at the right-hand end of the hall, was dark - with no lights on and the shutters closed - and no lights were on in the living room to the left. The front door was closed, as were the living room shutters. The French doors all stood open to the veranda, but given their position, I canât see how they wouldâve had any influence. I wasnât exactly in pitch darkness, yet no source of light for casting these shadows was evident. They suddenly disappeared, although the lighting had not changed.
I walked into the kitchen late one morning, and the cold water was turned on full blast. Mom and her then-honey Falk were out on the veranda in back, and the housekeeper was also elsewhere. It had been 20 minutes or so since anyone had visited the kitchen.
Mom and Falk and I were playing cards in the living room one evening, and we needed munchies. I went to the kitchen but found I couldnât open the swinging door. It hadnât been more than half an hour since one of us had been in and out of there, without a problem. We went out the back, walked around to the front door, and found the fridge had been moved a foot and a half, blocking the door. It took all three of us to move it, a noisy, scrape-y operation which took some few minutes. Weâd heard nothing; the noise we made moving it was much louder than the tape player. The housekeeper and gardener had gone home/to bed hours before, and BB the Ever Vigilant Goddess Dog hadnât barked. It seemed most unlikely that someone had walked in the front door and done that.
One evening the three of us were playing cards in the living room with two friends. Weâd been playing long enough that Iâd had to change the music at least twice, so it had been two or more hours. We sat at the long dining table, and I was one chair away from our young friend Jason. The âgrown-upsâ were parked on the other side, but Jason and I were kinda squished - our side of the table was close to the French doors which open onto the veranda.
I was staring at my pathetic hand, vainly hoping it would become something useful. I was suddenly tapped hard on the shoulder with something very cold. I yelled as I jumped up, then laughed aloud, banging my chair into the French doors. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my spine froze, and my blood became ice water. I learned these things are not clichĂ©s! Shaking, I asked Jason whether heâd tapped me on the shoulder; in genuine shock, he denied it. Everyone had jumped when I yelled and jumped up out of my chair, especially Jason. All of Jasonâs actions had been clearly visible to everyone, and they insisted he had made no move. There was plainly no room for someone to stand behind my chair, the French doors woulda bumped me had they been opened, and BB would have barked. Jason was almost as horrified as I when I explained what had happened.
I began laughing again once I quit shaking.
Mom tried buying the villa. Too bad it didnât happen, since we obviously so amused the former owner.
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This is something I posted two halloweens ago, but I want to bring it forward for the new people. If you like Coast-To-Coast AM, you might like this.
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