Thursday, June 14, 2012

sandy point


years ago, my oldest older sister, ruth and her family were staying at an old river house---they were taking care of it most of the summer, in exchange for the experience of living there for the summer---i think my brother in law lewis was between jobs-

It was a beautiful old house with an amazing view of the river----

during that summer, my other sister martha and my brother bland and i came to stay with them—i think it was just for the weekend----my husband and my sister's were working— my brother was not married at the time---

we played cards –rode bikes, and sun- bathed in the abundant lounging chairs—it was a beautiful days--
but night time was a different story---my sister martha, bland and i were on the ground floor—ruth and all of her family slept in the upstairs----
the first night, none of us on the first floor were able to sleep—we all bumped into one another in the kitchen---we had the "willies" about the house-

what had seemed charming by day, was dreadful at night----

martha, (who by the way if you do go back and read my story “queenie's bequest” is “ellen”) was scared, which really made bland and me freak out---she was the intellect and level headed one---

she preceded to say that she had a dream or some sort of vision, or maybe she just thought it—i really can't recall for sure----but that all of our parents' children being in this one place, wouldn't it be awful if we all died together----- she felt it was going to be  maniac who  was coming to kill us one by one--

we were terrified all night long - we had convinced ourselves that martha's "feeling"--meant something awful and horrifying was going to happen to us--especially if we dared to try and sleep----

nothing happened to any of us during our visit---


not long after that summer---we heard that house burned down to the ground--


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this post was going to be my "s" day on the challenge----but changed it----sorry i have been busy lately--but wanted to share <3






28 comments:

  1. Some things in life are just too weird to be mere coincidence.

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  2. Scary stuff. You should always listen to your instincts. Maybe it's a good thing you all couldn't sleep that night.

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    1. haha maybe it was---it is not like my sister the be scared--!

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  3. Scary! I agree with ladydragonfly: always listen to your gut.

    Have a great day, Lynn!

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    1. it was very frightening --thanks dana, you too :)

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  4. What a creepy story. It sounds like all of you were sensitive to something weird going on with that house.

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    1. maybe or just big ninnies, patricia!

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  5. Wow! That gave me the chills, but think what a story it would make. Don't tell Stephen King or he'll write it first. :-)

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    1. haha--i won't tell him the next time i see him ;)--thanks!

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  6. There are some places like that, aren't there. But those experiences... the 'premonition' if you will, is pretty freaky. Very glad it wasn't when all of you were there.

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    1. oh yes---it was pretty freaky indeed--thanks hart!

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  7. I can identify with this Lynn, I grew up in a house that was 75 yrs old at the time. We heard a lot of stories about that house.

    Once, when I took a self-defense course, the policeman giving it said to always listen to your 'gut' feeling. IF it feels uncomfortable for some reason, then don't do what you're afraid to do -- it may be our intuition that comes into play. (Or that part of our brain 'they' say we don't use.)

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    1. yes i think that is usually right--thanks d.g.:)

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  8. What a great basis for a story, Lynn! I do think that old houses have stories to tell and that the essence of the people that lived there before somehow remain. I agree with DG, that intuitive feeling is there for a reason.

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    1. oh i know--i love stories about houses and have many--thanks!!

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  9. hmmm...trust your instincts? Is that the moral to the story I wonder? I love your tales on this blog...and what a lovely family you have.

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    1. yeah, that is what most of my fellow bloggers comments seem to think- huh---there really was no moral for me haha--thanks so much susan!

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  10. That's a little creepy. Glad you weren't in the house when it burned down!

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  11. What a nice story and also glad that no one was hurt. The house looks beautiful though. There is a place called Sandy Point on the Chesapeake Bay. :) Many of the homes along there resemble the little house in your pic.

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    1. this is the sandy point on chesapeake bay!!

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  12. That sounds like a great house to me! That's sad that it burnt down

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    1. it really was a cool house, very unique design inside!

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  13. It looked like a house one would see in a horror type of movie. However, the summer days there seemed ideal; I think I'd be a bit unsettled at night too about it all. Wonder if they knew the cause of it burning down.....

    betty

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    1. you describe it well betty---i don't remember hearing--it was probably faulty wiring!

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  14. Don't you hate that, when you or someone you're with, has one of those feelings that you just can't shake? Glad you're all still alive! :-)

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    1. haha yeah it can put a damper on things!

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