More Tales from Beyond!

First of all, I was forced to do some tweaking on yesterday's blog due to Blogger tossing me out so they could do some impromptu work on their server. Just a few snips there and a few twists here and I got it where I want it.

But, I totally forgot to tell you two more tales of ghostly happenings.

These were told to me by my friend, Carlo. And they're the frellin' creepiest of the bunch! Carlo doesn't remember this happening, but his mother told him this story years after it took place. When Carlo was a very young child, he would join his cousin in playing up in the attic of his family's newly bought house. One time, his mother called them down to the kitchen for supper. When they arrived his mother asked him what they were doing up there. "We were playing with George, the nice guy who lives in the attic." replied Carlo. His mother thought this to be an imaginary friend of theirs and thought nothing of it. There were a few more times young Carlo talked about his friend, George, to his parents. Then one day when his parents were cleaning up the attic, they came upon an old, rusty hammer laying in a crevice of a corner of the attic. Written on the handle of the very old hammer was the name "George". Keep in mind, Carlo was far too young to read at the time. Could it have been a departed owner of the house who was looking for his hammer in the attic who would play with Carlo and his cousin? Only the dead know for sure. Bwahahahahahahahaha....

Several years later some of Carlo's friends went on a trip to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania to see the famous Civil War battlefield. They took some walking tours of the vast battlefield and lost track of time. Once dusk hit they decided to head back to their car. Along the wooded path they came across a young man dressed in full Union soldier garb coming toward them. Thinking him to be a Civil War reenactor, they nodded to him as they passed. He nodded back and continued off in the opposite direction behind them. Not two seconds after the encounter, one of the friends turned around to call to the "costumed" man and ask him if there was a Battle of Gettysburg reenactment going on nearby. But the soldier had disappeared completely. There was nowhere this person could have run off and hid to within the time that they turned around. Was he a very stealthy reenactor, or was he a tortured spirit from beyond who lost his life in the great battle that turned the tides of the Civil War some 140+ years ago? Only the dead know for sure. Bwahahahahahahaha...... That's all the spookiness I have for now. On to geekiness......

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Last night's episode of "Lost" (no, I'm not gunna link it this time) was a pretty intense one. I like the way we keep gettin more questions upon questions. I just hope this is one of those shows that actually answers them sometime before the very final episode of the series and won't end up like The X-Files where we were all left with more questions.

I'm trying a lot of Octoberfests this season and not sticking to just Sammy A. But, so far Sammy A. has been my favorite. You know, Mother Nature's teet and all! Well, on that note, I'm gunna get me some grub. More Halloween fun real soon!

Zangz.