- Apr 13, 2004
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Wanted to share my spookiest show!
It was a bright Saturday morning in late October. I had gotten lost on my way to my show. I called the host and she was extemely tipsy. She could barely understand her so her boy friend got on the phone and he guided me to there home.
As I was pulling up to the old farm house set back about 2 full blocks from the road, I noticed the great Halloween decore they had put up in front of the house.
There was a behead scare crow on a bale of hay. Sitting on the ground next to him was an ax covered in blood. His head was lying about 5 feet away with a terrible looking scream etched on his face.
I pulled up and parked. One thng I had not noticed right away was the blood spalttered all over the front of the house.
Mary, my host, emerged from the side door of the home. She was indeed intoxicated. She gave me a weird look and pulled me over to the front of the house. She wimply pointed at the fron of the house. I mentioned how much I liked their decorations and that it seemed so real.
She began to weap. I though this was very weird. She calmed down and started her story. The day before, Friday night, they had invited friends over for a Halloween party. The decorations ahd been finished that afternoon as a friend of hers, John, had arrived from California with his dog. Odd since he rarely brought the dog with him on the planes. He was rather melencholy all day. She tried several times to get him to tell her what was wrong. He never did tell her.
They had dinner and then their guests began to arrive. The night went very well until about 10:15 p.m.
A sharp loud bang rang through the yard. Everyone ran to the front of the house. The decorations were now complete. There was blood splattered all over the front of the house. John, her friend from California, had shot himself through the head as he stood with his back to the house. I was dumb struck. I did not know what to say.
Now, you want really weird? It was decied by Mary that the show would go on. It took me a minute to move. I was still shaken badly as well as slightly weak in the stomach. The decision was made simply because she needed the distraction. We did that show. She had over $700 in sales. We did not really demo a darn thing but we sure had a heck of a "shrink" session.
John had planned this before he left California apparently as he dropped the lease on his home. Packed up all his stuff and sent it out to Goodwill and brought his dog with him so Mary could take care of him. No one still really knows why though. We never will. I feel I know John so well. It was also very odd when I saw a picture of him. The only thing Mary said was, boy you two look an awful lot a like. You even have the same sense of humor. I was stone cold chilled to the bone. She was not the only who pointed out the resemblence.
I left that day feeling extemely drained.
I know too that I have heard stories from some of the people who still visit Mary. About odd noices and sharp popping sounds that seem to ring out around 10:15 p.m.
This really did happen and I will never froget that day. I have not seen or heard from MAry since but I did get a letter from her boy friend via a friend of theirs who did a show with me a year later. She could not do another show with me. I remindered to much of the other John. It hurt to much.
What a way to loose a great host!
So tell me your spookiest story!
It was a bright Saturday morning in late October. I had gotten lost on my way to my show. I called the host and she was extemely tipsy. She could barely understand her so her boy friend got on the phone and he guided me to there home.
As I was pulling up to the old farm house set back about 2 full blocks from the road, I noticed the great Halloween decore they had put up in front of the house.
There was a behead scare crow on a bale of hay. Sitting on the ground next to him was an ax covered in blood. His head was lying about 5 feet away with a terrible looking scream etched on his face.
I pulled up and parked. One thng I had not noticed right away was the blood spalttered all over the front of the house.
Mary, my host, emerged from the side door of the home. She was indeed intoxicated. She gave me a weird look and pulled me over to the front of the house. She wimply pointed at the fron of the house. I mentioned how much I liked their decorations and that it seemed so real.
She began to weap. I though this was very weird. She calmed down and started her story. The day before, Friday night, they had invited friends over for a Halloween party. The decorations ahd been finished that afternoon as a friend of hers, John, had arrived from California with his dog. Odd since he rarely brought the dog with him on the planes. He was rather melencholy all day. She tried several times to get him to tell her what was wrong. He never did tell her.
They had dinner and then their guests began to arrive. The night went very well until about 10:15 p.m.
A sharp loud bang rang through the yard. Everyone ran to the front of the house. The decorations were now complete. There was blood splattered all over the front of the house. John, her friend from California, had shot himself through the head as he stood with his back to the house. I was dumb struck. I did not know what to say.
Now, you want really weird? It was decied by Mary that the show would go on. It took me a minute to move. I was still shaken badly as well as slightly weak in the stomach. The decision was made simply because she needed the distraction. We did that show. She had over $700 in sales. We did not really demo a darn thing but we sure had a heck of a "shrink" session.
John had planned this before he left California apparently as he dropped the lease on his home. Packed up all his stuff and sent it out to Goodwill and brought his dog with him so Mary could take care of him. No one still really knows why though. We never will. I feel I know John so well. It was also very odd when I saw a picture of him. The only thing Mary said was, boy you two look an awful lot a like. You even have the same sense of humor. I was stone cold chilled to the bone. She was not the only who pointed out the resemblence.
I left that day feeling extemely drained.
I know too that I have heard stories from some of the people who still visit Mary. About odd noices and sharp popping sounds that seem to ring out around 10:15 p.m.
This really did happen and I will never froget that day. I have not seen or heard from MAry since but I did get a letter from her boy friend via a friend of theirs who did a show with me a year later. She could not do another show with me. I remindered to much of the other John. It hurt to much.
What a way to loose a great host!
So tell me your spookiest story!
