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Poor hosts and bad Viewers
Why not start a thread so ALL can see
1. How a bad viewer can be with his/her screen name , with valid comments
2. Same for hosts that promise one thing but do not "give a show" according to the "category" they have their screen name in.
Comments Please
1. How a bad viewer can be with his/her screen name , with valid comments
2. Same for hosts that promise one thing but do not "give a show" according to the "category" they have their screen name in.
Comments Please
RE: Poor hosts and bad Viewers
Jawohl, mein fuhrer!!! Ve vill haf our revenge on zese animals!!
RE: Poor hosts and bad Viewers
Every month or so someone tries to start a blacklist. Every month the same answer is given: it's pointless.
RE: Poor hosts and bad Viewers
I nominate myself as a bad viewer - prem ejacualtion so only stay a few seconds.
The Hotel Coronado
Hotel Del Coronado
The Hotel Del Coronado is located in Coronado, California. It was opened in the late 1880's and soon became popular as a refuge from the problems that plagued San Diego, and many other cities, at the time. Gambling, drunken brawls, etc. were not uncommon, and E.B. Babcock sought to build a place to get away from it all. His dream became the Hotel Del Coronado, a splendid 399 room mecca of relaxation. Why, then, do the rumors persist that this hotel is haunted?
Well, to answer that we have to go back in time and tell the sad tale of young Kate Morgan, who is the hotel's main, and some say only, specter. Kate was the wife of Tom Morgan, and together they made a living riding the trains and scamming people out of money. They were quite good at it and made a very decent living. They used false names and pretended to be siblings. Kate was very attractive, and she used her womanly charms to get men interested in her. When they expressed this interest, she would inform them they needed her "brother's" approval if they wanted to woo her. The way to gain this approval was to play cards with Tom, who would swindle every bit he could out of the hapless suitor. Kate would then move on to the next victim. They went on like this for a time until Kate discovered she was pregnant and decided she wanted to settle down. Tom did not wish to do this. They had a fight when Tom dicovered she was pregnant, and he left the train, while Kate continued on to San Diego. Tom was to meet her at a later time, around Thanksgiving.
Kate checked into room 302 at the Hotel Del Coronado, which is now room 3312. Thanksgiving came and went, but her husband never came. Around this time she began looking ill. She was probably suffering the effects of quinine poisoning, as a bottle was found in her room after her death. Quinine was a substance commonly used to make a woman miscarry. Kate had probably wanted to abort the baby to please her husband.
She reportedly made a trip to San Diego to buy a gun, and shortly after the 24-year-old beauty was found dead on the steps of the hotel that lead to the beach from a gunshot wound to the head. The death was immediately ruled a suicide, but in 1990 Alan May published a book with evidence to the contrary. In The Legend of Kate Morgan: The Search for the Ghost of the Hotel Del Coronado, he claims that she was shot by her husband. One of his key pieces of evidence is that the bullet found in her head was not the same caliber of the gun that she bought, which was a .44.
There is the story behind the haunting, but what of the haunting itself? It's pretty basic haunting stuff. Electrical devices with odd quirks, cold spots, odd feelings, phantom whispers and even some claims of seeing Kate's ghost comprise the majority of experiences. The light over the steps where Kate's death, suicide or otherwise, occurred will not stay lit, according to an electrician's report to Alan May.
Room 3502 is also considered haunted, with events similar to Kate Morgan's room occurring on a smaller scale. It apparently belonged to a maid who might have lived there around the same time as Kate Morgan
The Hotel Del Coronado is located in Coronado, California. It was opened in the late 1880's and soon became popular as a refuge from the problems that plagued San Diego, and many other cities, at the time. Gambling, drunken brawls, etc. were not uncommon, and E.B. Babcock sought to build a place to get away from it all. His dream became the Hotel Del Coronado, a splendid 399 room mecca of relaxation. Why, then, do the rumors persist that this hotel is haunted?
Well, to answer that we have to go back in time and tell the sad tale of young Kate Morgan, who is the hotel's main, and some say only, specter. Kate was the wife of Tom Morgan, and together they made a living riding the trains and scamming people out of money. They were quite good at it and made a very decent living. They used false names and pretended to be siblings. Kate was very attractive, and she used her womanly charms to get men interested in her. When they expressed this interest, she would inform them they needed her "brother's" approval if they wanted to woo her. The way to gain this approval was to play cards with Tom, who would swindle every bit he could out of the hapless suitor. Kate would then move on to the next victim. They went on like this for a time until Kate discovered she was pregnant and decided she wanted to settle down. Tom did not wish to do this. They had a fight when Tom dicovered she was pregnant, and he left the train, while Kate continued on to San Diego. Tom was to meet her at a later time, around Thanksgiving.
Kate checked into room 302 at the Hotel Del Coronado, which is now room 3312. Thanksgiving came and went, but her husband never came. Around this time she began looking ill. She was probably suffering the effects of quinine poisoning, as a bottle was found in her room after her death. Quinine was a substance commonly used to make a woman miscarry. Kate had probably wanted to abort the baby to please her husband.
She reportedly made a trip to San Diego to buy a gun, and shortly after the 24-year-old beauty was found dead on the steps of the hotel that lead to the beach from a gunshot wound to the head. The death was immediately ruled a suicide, but in 1990 Alan May published a book with evidence to the contrary. In The Legend of Kate Morgan: The Search for the Ghost of the Hotel Del Coronado, he claims that she was shot by her husband. One of his key pieces of evidence is that the bullet found in her head was not the same caliber of the gun that she bought, which was a .44.
There is the story behind the haunting, but what of the haunting itself? It's pretty basic haunting stuff. Electrical devices with odd quirks, cold spots, odd feelings, phantom whispers and even some claims of seeing Kate's ghost comprise the majority of experiences. The light over the steps where Kate's death, suicide or otherwise, occurred will not stay lit, according to an electrician's report to Alan May.
Room 3502 is also considered haunted, with events similar to Kate Morgan's room occurring on a smaller scale. It apparently belonged to a maid who might have lived there around the same time as Kate Morgan
RE: The Hotel Coronado
cool story there dude---btw i have been in room 3502 in knoxville and it was haunted to--by a maid that lost her virginity........and no it wasnt by me--i think was by another ghost
RE: The Hotel Coronado
Thank you for all the stories :)
Even if I don't believe them.. I liked reading ;)
Even if I don't believe them.. I liked reading ;)
RE: The Hotel Coronado
Nahhh im not punisher, my brain wouldn`t have that much room to be able to post such long stories:P
RE: The Hotel Coronado
How do u copy and paste.. as i said my brain to small.. :P :D
Does anyone wanna teach me how to do that:P
Does anyone wanna teach me how to do that:P
RE: The Hotel Coronado
I tried to cut and paste and all I got was a bunch of papers glued to my monitor screen.
RE: The Hotel Coronado
Welcome to the Hotel California, you can checkout but you can never leave ......
Resurrection cemetary
Resurrection Cemetery
Resurrection Cemetery is home to one of Chicago's, and maybe Illinois's in general, most famous ghosts. She is the ghost legends are made of. There are many stories similar to, or even copycats of, but there is only one "Resurrection Mary".
Mary, in life, was a young beautiful Polish girl. She is invariably described as being a blond, blue-eyed, very striking female. Who she was exactly is still a mystery, but the undisputed fact is that she was killed in the 1930's in an accident after coming home from a night of dancing at the Oh Henry Ballroom. Some credit her name as being Mary Bregovy, but that is unsubstantiated. The first sighting of her ghost didn't come until about five years after her death.
A cab driver is credited, or documented, with having first seen the spirit in 1939. He had picked up a beautiful blond girl on Archer Avenue on a snowy night. One of the first things he noticed, besides her beauty, was the fact that she had no coat on in such brutal weather. She wore just a long white gown. She instructed him to drive north on Archer Avenue, and he stopped when she told him to stop. When he turned to look at her, she was gone, and he realized he was in front of Resurrection Cemetery. He swears no door in the cab ever opened, and he was baffled as to how she got out.
Over the years there have been many sightings of Mary, mostly by young men. Some have even claimed to have touched or kissed her, stating always that she was very cold. The most famous incident occurred in December of 1977. A motorist was passing by the cemetery when he noticed a young woman inside holding the bars of the gate. Thinking someone was locked inside, the man called the police. When the cops arrived, there was no woman, but two bars of the gate had been bent and bore the imprint of human hands. The amount of strength and heat need to accomplish such a feat could not be generated by a mere mortal. The spectacle generated many curiosity seekers, and those sections of the gate were cut away by supervisors at the cemetery. They were finally welded back in by embarrassed officials. Nobody, including a number of experts, has been able to explain how those marks in the bars came to be.
So if you're driving along Archer Avenue one night and a pretty girl in a white party gown asks you for a ride, why don't you help her out? Mary has never been known for anything fiercer than a penchant for dancing. Who knows? If you're a handsome young fella, maybe you'll get a kiss from those icy lips.
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Resurrection Cemetery is home to one of Chicago's, and maybe Illinois's in general, most famous ghosts. She is the ghost legends are made of. There are many stories similar to, or even copycats of, but there is only one "Resurrection Mary".
Mary, in life, was a young beautiful Polish girl. She is invariably described as being a blond, blue-eyed, very striking female. Who she was exactly is still a mystery, but the undisputed fact is that she was killed in the 1930's in an accident after coming home from a night of dancing at the Oh Henry Ballroom. Some credit her name as being Mary Bregovy, but that is unsubstantiated. The first sighting of her ghost didn't come until about five years after her death.
A cab driver is credited, or documented, with having first seen the spirit in 1939. He had picked up a beautiful blond girl on Archer Avenue on a snowy night. One of the first things he noticed, besides her beauty, was the fact that she had no coat on in such brutal weather. She wore just a long white gown. She instructed him to drive north on Archer Avenue, and he stopped when she told him to stop. When he turned to look at her, she was gone, and he realized he was in front of Resurrection Cemetery. He swears no door in the cab ever opened, and he was baffled as to how she got out.
Over the years there have been many sightings of Mary, mostly by young men. Some have even claimed to have touched or kissed her, stating always that she was very cold. The most famous incident occurred in December of 1977. A motorist was passing by the cemetery when he noticed a young woman inside holding the bars of the gate. Thinking someone was locked inside, the man called the police. When the cops arrived, there was no woman, but two bars of the gate had been bent and bore the imprint of human hands. The amount of strength and heat need to accomplish such a feat could not be generated by a mere mortal. The spectacle generated many curiosity seekers, and those sections of the gate were cut away by supervisors at the cemetery. They were finally welded back in by embarrassed officials. Nobody, including a number of experts, has been able to explain how those marks in the bars came to be.
So if you're driving along Archer Avenue one night and a pretty girl in a white party gown asks you for a ride, why don't you help her out? Mary has never been known for anything fiercer than a penchant for dancing. Who knows? If you're a handsome young fella, maybe you'll get a kiss from those icy lips.
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RE: Resurrection cemetary
hmmm--all i got to say about this story is ok--Mary was one of my exgirlfriends -this girl in the story kinda remind me of her
RE: Resurrection cemetary
hate to tell you this, but the urban myth
was debunked a few years back.
hydraulics can do some nifty tricks.
was debunked a few years back.
hydraulics can do some nifty tricks.
The Myrtles Plantation
Myrtles Plantation
Myrtles Plantation was built around 1796 by General David Bradford. It has a very interesting, if a bit sordid, past, and that has contributed greatly to its very interesting present.
Trouble began for the household when General Bradford's daughter Sarah married Judge Clark Woodruffe. Woodruffe was a bit of a philanderer, and he used his slaves for trysts. While Sarah was pregnant with their third child, Woodruffe was intimately involved with a slave named Chloe, who was a household servant. Chloe's life as a house servant was much better than that of the slaves working in the fields, so she gave in to Woodruffe's sexual advances to avoid being sent from the house. When Woodruffe took up with another slave after tiring of Chloe, the frightened girl took to listening in on other people to see if she would be sent to the fields. She was unfortunate enough to be caught in the act of eavesdropping by Woodruffe. As punishment, he cut off one of her ears. Chloe started wearing a turban to hide the disfigurement.
Now Chloe was frantic. After being dumped by the master and then being caught and punished so severely, she was certain she would be sent from the house. She had to come up with a plan, and there are two theories as to why she came up with the plan she did. Chloe put a small amount of poison, made from oleander flowers, in a birthday cake she made for the Woodruffes' eldest daughter. The more popular theory was that she expected to gain favor by nursing the family back to health after they ate the cake, although some think it was just for revenge. Either way, the outcome was horrible. Chloe did nurse the two children and their pregnant mother (Woodruffe had not eaten any cake), but they all died. When the other slaves heard of what Chloe had done, they feared the master would take it out on them all, so they formed a lynch party and hanged Chloe from a tree. Her body was then cut down and thrown in the river after being weighted with rocks. The judge closed down the dining room in which the party was held. He was murdered a few years later.
The story of Chloe is the one that stands out the most, but there have been at least ten murders and at least one suicide at the Myrtles Plantation. This may account for the numerous other presences that have been reported. Let's get on, then, with telling about the hauntings themselves. The Myrtles was made into a bed and breakfast in 1981 by Frances Kermeer, so some of these incidents are reported by past owners and some by guests.
To begin with, there's Chloe. Her spirit has been seen, and even photographed, both inside the house and out. One of the photos contains a shadowy figure in a turban near the house. Another is that of an outstretched hand with no body.
The Woodruffe children's spirits have been seen playing in places such as the hallway, the veranda, the dining room, and even on a chandelier.
The apparition of a constantly searching French woman has been reported.
A woman dressed in a black skirt and floating about a foot off the floor has been seen dancing to unheard music in the French bedroom.
A gateman quit when he saw a woman dressed in white walked up to the house and through the front door without opening it.
A maid was once unable to mop over a spot by the front door about the approximate size of a human body. This was the same spot on which a man had died after being shot during the Civil War.
The sound of someone staggering up seventeen steps is sometimes heard between the hours of eight and nine in the evening. This is believed to be the ghost of William Winter, who was shot by a stranger on his front porch in 1871. He made it into the house and up seventeen steps before he collapsed and died.
Past owners have seen a candle, sometimes carried by a woman's ghost, other times floating by itself, going up the stairs. On one occasion a previous owner and some guests tried to follow it after viewing the phenomenon from the porch. They found the room to be icy cold.
The sound of a baby crying has been heard.
The grand piano on the first floor plays by itself. Sometimes it will play all night. It will stop if anyone walks into the room.
Two other ghosts that are sometimes seen are a man stabbed over a gambling debt and a former overseer of the plantation who was killed in 1927 in a robbery attempt. He is seen wearing work clothes and has actually told guests to go away.
Myrtles Plantation was built around 1796 by General David Bradford. It has a very interesting, if a bit sordid, past, and that has contributed greatly to its very interesting present.
Trouble began for the household when General Bradford's daughter Sarah married Judge Clark Woodruffe. Woodruffe was a bit of a philanderer, and he used his slaves for trysts. While Sarah was pregnant with their third child, Woodruffe was intimately involved with a slave named Chloe, who was a household servant. Chloe's life as a house servant was much better than that of the slaves working in the fields, so she gave in to Woodruffe's sexual advances to avoid being sent from the house. When Woodruffe took up with another slave after tiring of Chloe, the frightened girl took to listening in on other people to see if she would be sent to the fields. She was unfortunate enough to be caught in the act of eavesdropping by Woodruffe. As punishment, he cut off one of her ears. Chloe started wearing a turban to hide the disfigurement.
Now Chloe was frantic. After being dumped by the master and then being caught and punished so severely, she was certain she would be sent from the house. She had to come up with a plan, and there are two theories as to why she came up with the plan she did. Chloe put a small amount of poison, made from oleander flowers, in a birthday cake she made for the Woodruffes' eldest daughter. The more popular theory was that she expected to gain favor by nursing the family back to health after they ate the cake, although some think it was just for revenge. Either way, the outcome was horrible. Chloe did nurse the two children and their pregnant mother (Woodruffe had not eaten any cake), but they all died. When the other slaves heard of what Chloe had done, they feared the master would take it out on them all, so they formed a lynch party and hanged Chloe from a tree. Her body was then cut down and thrown in the river after being weighted with rocks. The judge closed down the dining room in which the party was held. He was murdered a few years later.
The story of Chloe is the one that stands out the most, but there have been at least ten murders and at least one suicide at the Myrtles Plantation. This may account for the numerous other presences that have been reported. Let's get on, then, with telling about the hauntings themselves. The Myrtles was made into a bed and breakfast in 1981 by Frances Kermeer, so some of these incidents are reported by past owners and some by guests.
To begin with, there's Chloe. Her spirit has been seen, and even photographed, both inside the house and out. One of the photos contains a shadowy figure in a turban near the house. Another is that of an outstretched hand with no body.
The Woodruffe children's spirits have been seen playing in places such as the hallway, the veranda, the dining room, and even on a chandelier.
The apparition of a constantly searching French woman has been reported.
A woman dressed in a black skirt and floating about a foot off the floor has been seen dancing to unheard music in the French bedroom.
A gateman quit when he saw a woman dressed in white walked up to the house and through the front door without opening it.
A maid was once unable to mop over a spot by the front door about the approximate size of a human body. This was the same spot on which a man had died after being shot during the Civil War.
The sound of someone staggering up seventeen steps is sometimes heard between the hours of eight and nine in the evening. This is believed to be the ghost of William Winter, who was shot by a stranger on his front porch in 1871. He made it into the house and up seventeen steps before he collapsed and died.
Past owners have seen a candle, sometimes carried by a woman's ghost, other times floating by itself, going up the stairs. On one occasion a previous owner and some guests tried to follow it after viewing the phenomenon from the porch. They found the room to be icy cold.
The sound of a baby crying has been heard.
The grand piano on the first floor plays by itself. Sometimes it will play all night. It will stop if anyone walks into the room.
Two other ghosts that are sometimes seen are a man stabbed over a gambling debt and a former overseer of the plantation who was killed in 1927 in a robbery attempt. He is seen wearing work clothes and has actually told guests to go away.
the Winchester mystery house
Our story begins in September 1839 with the birth of a baby girl to Leonard and Sarah Pardee of New Haven, Connecticut. The babys name was also Sarah and as she reached maturity, she became the belle of the city. She was well-received at all social events, thanks to her musical skills, her fluency in various foreign languages and her sparkling charm. Her beauty was also well-known by the young men about town, despite her diminutive size. Although she was petite and stood only four feet, ten inches, she made up for this in personality and loveliness.
At the same time that Sarah was growing up, a young man was also maturing in another prominent New Haven family. The young mans name was William Wirt Winchester and he was the son of Oliver Winchester, a shirt manufacturer and businessman. In 1857, he took over the assets of a firm which made the Volcanic Repeater, a rifle that used a lever mechanism to load bullets into the breech.
Obviously, this type of gun was a vast improvement over the muzzle-loading rifles of recent times, but Winchester still saw room for advance. In 1860, the company developed the Henry Rifle, which had a tubular magazine located under the barrel. Because it was easy to reload and could fire rapidly, the Henry was said to average one shot every three seconds. It became the first true repeating rifle and a favorite among the Northern troops at the outbreak of the Civil War.
Money began to pour in and Oliver Winchester soon amassed a large fortune from government contracts and private sales. He re-organized the company and changed the name to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. The family prospered and on September 30, 1862, at the height of the Civil War, William Wirt Winchester and Sarah Pardee were married in an elaborate ceremony in New Haven.
Four years later, on July 15, 1866, Sarah gave birth to a daughter named Annie Pardee Winchester. Just a short time later, the first disaster struck for Sarah, as her daughter contracted an illness known as "marasmus", a childrens disease in which the body wastes away. The infant died on July 24. Sarah was so shattered by this event that she withdrew into herself and teetered on the edge of madness for some time. In the end, it would be nearly a decade before she returned to her normal self but she and William would never have a another child.
Not long after Sarah returned to her family and home, another tragedy struck. William, now heir to the Winchester empire, was struck down with pulmonary tuberculosis. He died on March 7, 1881. As a result of his death, Sarah inherited over $20 million dollars, an incredible sum, especially in those days. She also received 48.9 percent of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company and an income of about $1000 per day, which was not taxable until 1913.
But her new-found wealth could do nothing to ease her pain. Sarah grieved deeply, not only for her husband, but also for her lost child. A short time later, a friend suggested that Sarah might speak to a Spiritualist medium about her loss. "Your husband is here," the medium told her and then went on to provide a description of William Winchester. "He says for me to tell you that there is a curse on your family, which took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is a curse that has resulted from the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and their spirits are now seeking vengeance."
Sarah was then told that she must sell her property in New Haven and head towards the setting sun. She would be guided by her husband and when she found her new home in the west, she would recognize it. "You must start a new life," said the medium, "and build a home for yourself and for the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon too. You can never stop building the house. If you continue building, you will live. Stop and you will die."
Shortly after the seance, Sarah sold her home in New Haven and with a vast fortune at her disposal, moved west to California. She believed that she was guided by the hand of her dead husband and she did not stop traveling until she reached the Santa Clara Valley in 1884. Here, she found a six room home under construction which belonged to a Dr. Caldwell. She entered into negotiations with him and soon convinced him to sell her the house and the 162 acres which it rested on. She tossed away any previous plans for the house and started building whatever she chose to. She had her pick of local workers and craftsmen and for the next 36 years, they built and rebuilt, altered and changed and constructed and demolished one section of the house after another. She kept 22 carpenters at work, year around, 24 hours each day. The sounds of hammers and saws sounded throughout the day and night.
As the house grew to include 26 rooms, railroad cars were switched onto a nearby line to bring building materials and imported furnishings to the house. The house was rapidly growing and expanding and while Sarah claimed to have no master plan for the structure, she met each morning with her foreman and they would go over the her hand-sketched plans for the days work. The plans were often chaotic but showed a real flair for building. Sometimes though, they would not work out the right way, but Sarah always had a quick solution. If this happened, they would just build another room around an existing one.
As the days, weeks and months passed, the house continued to grow. Rooms were added to rooms and then turned into entire wings, doors were joined to windows, levels turned into towers and peaks and the place eventually grew to a height of seven stories. Inside of the house, three elevators were installed as were 47 fireplaces. There were countless staircases which led nowhere; a blind chimney that stops short of the ceiling; closets that opened to blank walls; trap doors; double-back hallways; skylights that were located one above another; doors that opened to steep drops to the lawn below; and dozens of other oddities. Even all of the stair posts were installed upside-down and many of the bathrooms had glass doors on them.
It was also obvious that Sarah was intrigued by the number "13". Nearly all of the windows contained 13 panes of glass; the walls had 13 panels; the greenhouse had 13 cupolas; many of the wooden floors contained 13 sections; some of the rooms had 13 windows and every staircase but one had 13 steps. This exception is unique in its own right.... it is a winding staircase with 42 steps, which would normally be enough to take a climber up three stories. In this case, however, the steps only rise nine feet because each step is only two inches high.
While all of this seems like madness to us, it all made sense to Sarah. In this way, she could control the spirits who came to the house for evil purposes, or who were outlaws or vengeful people in their past life. These bad men, killed by Winchester rifles, could wreak havoc on Sarahs life. The house had been designed into a maze to confuse and discourage the bad spirits.
The house continued to grow and by 1906, it had reached a towering seven stories tall. Sarah continued her occupancy, and expansion, of the house, living in melancholy solitude with no one other than her servants, the workmen and, of course, the spirits. It was said that on sleepless nights, when she was not communing with the spirit world about the designs for the house, Sarah would play her grand piano into the early hours of the morning. According to legend, the piano would be admired by passers-by on the street outside, despite the fact that two of the keys were badly out of tune.
The most tragic event occurred within the house when the great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 struck. When it was all over, portions of the Winchester Mansion were nearly in ruins. The top three floors of the house had collapsed into the gardens and would never be rebuilt. In addition, the fireplace that was located in the Daisy Room (where Mrs. Winchester was sleeping on the night of the earthquake) collapsed, shifting the room and trapping Sarah insi
At the same time that Sarah was growing up, a young man was also maturing in another prominent New Haven family. The young mans name was William Wirt Winchester and he was the son of Oliver Winchester, a shirt manufacturer and businessman. In 1857, he took over the assets of a firm which made the Volcanic Repeater, a rifle that used a lever mechanism to load bullets into the breech.
Obviously, this type of gun was a vast improvement over the muzzle-loading rifles of recent times, but Winchester still saw room for advance. In 1860, the company developed the Henry Rifle, which had a tubular magazine located under the barrel. Because it was easy to reload and could fire rapidly, the Henry was said to average one shot every three seconds. It became the first true repeating rifle and a favorite among the Northern troops at the outbreak of the Civil War.
Money began to pour in and Oliver Winchester soon amassed a large fortune from government contracts and private sales. He re-organized the company and changed the name to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. The family prospered and on September 30, 1862, at the height of the Civil War, William Wirt Winchester and Sarah Pardee were married in an elaborate ceremony in New Haven.
Four years later, on July 15, 1866, Sarah gave birth to a daughter named Annie Pardee Winchester. Just a short time later, the first disaster struck for Sarah, as her daughter contracted an illness known as "marasmus", a childrens disease in which the body wastes away. The infant died on July 24. Sarah was so shattered by this event that she withdrew into herself and teetered on the edge of madness for some time. In the end, it would be nearly a decade before she returned to her normal self but she and William would never have a another child.
Not long after Sarah returned to her family and home, another tragedy struck. William, now heir to the Winchester empire, was struck down with pulmonary tuberculosis. He died on March 7, 1881. As a result of his death, Sarah inherited over $20 million dollars, an incredible sum, especially in those days. She also received 48.9 percent of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company and an income of about $1000 per day, which was not taxable until 1913.
But her new-found wealth could do nothing to ease her pain. Sarah grieved deeply, not only for her husband, but also for her lost child. A short time later, a friend suggested that Sarah might speak to a Spiritualist medium about her loss. "Your husband is here," the medium told her and then went on to provide a description of William Winchester. "He says for me to tell you that there is a curse on your family, which took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is a curse that has resulted from the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and their spirits are now seeking vengeance."
Sarah was then told that she must sell her property in New Haven and head towards the setting sun. She would be guided by her husband and when she found her new home in the west, she would recognize it. "You must start a new life," said the medium, "and build a home for yourself and for the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon too. You can never stop building the house. If you continue building, you will live. Stop and you will die."
Shortly after the seance, Sarah sold her home in New Haven and with a vast fortune at her disposal, moved west to California. She believed that she was guided by the hand of her dead husband and she did not stop traveling until she reached the Santa Clara Valley in 1884. Here, she found a six room home under construction which belonged to a Dr. Caldwell. She entered into negotiations with him and soon convinced him to sell her the house and the 162 acres which it rested on. She tossed away any previous plans for the house and started building whatever she chose to. She had her pick of local workers and craftsmen and for the next 36 years, they built and rebuilt, altered and changed and constructed and demolished one section of the house after another. She kept 22 carpenters at work, year around, 24 hours each day. The sounds of hammers and saws sounded throughout the day and night.
As the house grew to include 26 rooms, railroad cars were switched onto a nearby line to bring building materials and imported furnishings to the house. The house was rapidly growing and expanding and while Sarah claimed to have no master plan for the structure, she met each morning with her foreman and they would go over the her hand-sketched plans for the days work. The plans were often chaotic but showed a real flair for building. Sometimes though, they would not work out the right way, but Sarah always had a quick solution. If this happened, they would just build another room around an existing one.
As the days, weeks and months passed, the house continued to grow. Rooms were added to rooms and then turned into entire wings, doors were joined to windows, levels turned into towers and peaks and the place eventually grew to a height of seven stories. Inside of the house, three elevators were installed as were 47 fireplaces. There were countless staircases which led nowhere; a blind chimney that stops short of the ceiling; closets that opened to blank walls; trap doors; double-back hallways; skylights that were located one above another; doors that opened to steep drops to the lawn below; and dozens of other oddities. Even all of the stair posts were installed upside-down and many of the bathrooms had glass doors on them.
It was also obvious that Sarah was intrigued by the number "13". Nearly all of the windows contained 13 panes of glass; the walls had 13 panels; the greenhouse had 13 cupolas; many of the wooden floors contained 13 sections; some of the rooms had 13 windows and every staircase but one had 13 steps. This exception is unique in its own right.... it is a winding staircase with 42 steps, which would normally be enough to take a climber up three stories. In this case, however, the steps only rise nine feet because each step is only two inches high.
While all of this seems like madness to us, it all made sense to Sarah. In this way, she could control the spirits who came to the house for evil purposes, or who were outlaws or vengeful people in their past life. These bad men, killed by Winchester rifles, could wreak havoc on Sarahs life. The house had been designed into a maze to confuse and discourage the bad spirits.
The house continued to grow and by 1906, it had reached a towering seven stories tall. Sarah continued her occupancy, and expansion, of the house, living in melancholy solitude with no one other than her servants, the workmen and, of course, the spirits. It was said that on sleepless nights, when she was not communing with the spirit world about the designs for the house, Sarah would play her grand piano into the early hours of the morning. According to legend, the piano would be admired by passers-by on the street outside, despite the fact that two of the keys were badly out of tune.
The most tragic event occurred within the house when the great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 struck. When it was all over, portions of the Winchester Mansion were nearly in ruins. The top three floors of the house had collapsed into the gardens and would never be rebuilt. In addition, the fireplace that was located in the Daisy Room (where Mrs. Winchester was sleeping on the night of the earthquake) collapsed, shifting the room and trapping Sarah insi
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Anybody remember Otilia, or know what happened to her? Any info would be appreciated. Thanks.
RE: Thx all!! :))
Nice to see it has all worked out well, in the end. Truth and trust go together.
RE: Thx all!! :))
you are so welcome it hurts me...thank for making such reaction possible inside the shanker. Very nice!!!! I am now to shovel my undergarment clean and return for visit again...
RE: Thx all!! :))
I too am shovelling my undergarment, but what is a shanker? sluts needn't reply!
RE: Thx all!! :))
sorry, i didnt see your post in time
if you say that you dont strip on other sites also, and fact is..you dont, then this guy you met here does not trust you, you should say bye bye to him!!!!
he seems like trouble in future because he will always be this way.
btw, i didnt see your nakedness :((
if you say that you dont strip on other sites also, and fact is..you dont, then this guy you met here does not trust you, you should say bye bye to him!!!!
he seems like trouble in future because he will always be this way.
btw, i didnt see your nakedness :((
Can you help my problem?
I have a situation and need your advice.
I just started dating a 20 year busty girl that wants sex at least 3 times a day. Morning, noon and night...sex..sex.sex. I'm 43.
Now here's my problem, how can I tell more people about this? Beacuse this is freakin great!
I just started dating a 20 year busty girl that wants sex at least 3 times a day. Morning, noon and night...sex..sex.sex. I'm 43.
Now here's my problem, how can I tell more people about this? Beacuse this is freakin great!
RE: Can you help my problem?
i know why you think iots great.now you can remember meal times LOL!
RE: Can you help my problem?
what are you doing here, man...get dressed, cover up that dirty knobbler and (if in fact you are telling the truth) enjoy the few days that this heavenly affair may last!!! Don't let her know you live in your mother's basement...good luck, my pudwhacking pal...
RE: Can you help my problem?
And what is your problem actually? That all this was a dream?=)) BOOO!!! Wake uuuuuuuup !!! Hope this helped.. hehehe
RE: Can you help my problem?
hm...the gentlemen enjoys and keep silent.......thus it appears that....
RE: WOO HOO
In my time here I've been called lots of things but never a snowball, I kind of like it. Once I pressed my monster shaft to a piece of dry Ice and It ripped all of the the skin away...many of my fans may still remember that as "Bloody Chuck Day"...well it's time to go stretch the panda...Kissess kids...always yours, Chuck11
RE: WOO HOO
wow, good to know you are still alive and kicking Chuck! Just the mention of your name would make me feel all funny down in my pants if I were wearing any ...
RE: WOO HOO
my birtday is the first day of winter but not much chance of me throring snowballs :--((
RE: WOO HOO
I though the term "snowballing" was ....uummmm....errrr...how do I put this? Sexual. I didn't know host/members wer into this.
RE: WOO HOO
PW so where does all the snow go when its my birthday? PW maybe you can throw something else at me but please not olgaolga's annoying phone :--)) monika seems you best make the snowball & freeze it for my birthday.hope it doesn't melt before it hits me after you throw it.i get water bombs thrown at me all the time :-)))
If nuclear war begins...
.......there will be no hospitals, no doctors, nothing to eat, no government. This will be the peace, the complete peace of the graveyard.
RE: If nuclear war begins...
If there are no hospitals, cant we eat the doctors?? Come think dammit, this is war!!
RE: If nuclear war begins...
I always liked Redd Foxx's comment, "Nuclear war will be different, there will be no veterens when it's over. I'll be so glad too, I get tired of buying those damn poppies every year."
(Side Note: This was from a comedy routine he did about his time in the army, it is not intended to be taken seriously so please don't point out it won't only be veterens who won't be around when it's over.)
Another cute line from that routine was ...
In one battle I retreated so far I ran into a general. He said, "Solidier! Why are you running?" I told him, "I'm running because I cannot fly Sir!"
(Side Note: This was from a comedy routine he did about his time in the army, it is not intended to be taken seriously so please don't point out it won't only be veterens who won't be around when it's over.)
Another cute line from that routine was ...
In one battle I retreated so far I ran into a general. He said, "Solidier! Why are you running?" I told him, "I'm running because I cannot fly Sir!"
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
your neighbors must know on your door alot. The one time a host told me to "wait". I left and never came back. Not to be rude, but remember we are paying per min, if you want to "go do something and come back" maybe you should do it another time or just let them knock...or here's what I would do, get the dorbell fixed so it rings at a low volume. Hope this helped
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
she said that's why she closed session coz of members money.ignore the door & that 1 time it could be important.lowering the ringing doesn't make you unable to hear it.if you never returned to that host its you who needs to adjust his thinking.the world doesn't revolve around you.
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
you have to remember they are paying for your time so it may be best to ask if they can come back later. if they can't understand that you have a life too then they aren't worth talking to.
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
she said she did & they didn't so guess you are right jiverman.not worth worrying about
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
Look on the bright side - it's so good that you work from home; much nicer than those awful studios.
Of course you will get interruptions from time to time. Just say, "Sorry, someone at the door. Sign out so you don't waste your money." Any intelligent viewer (there are some!) will appreciate your concern and may well return.
Of course you will get interruptions from time to time. Just say, "Sorry, someone at the door. Sign out so you don't waste your money." Any intelligent viewer (there are some!) will appreciate your concern and may well return.
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
If you are Instant Action, I understand your problem, but when I enter a host's room we spend a few min with hellos, how are you, etc. Damm if I will sign out and come back for 5-10 more min of the same. There are 100's of other hosts out there that don't use this new form of stall tactic.
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
If u r worried about the fact that ur gonna spend more money with all the "small talk" ei. hi, how r u, etc...here is a hint, DO THAT IN FREE CHAT!!! if ur with a host who won't talk in free chat, find a new one!!!
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
just close the session, take care of business, get back on and do like other hosts , lie and tell you lost connection, say I am sorry and he will be back checking you out in minutes...
RE: hello everybody:) need ur oppinion
work at late evening or night time when nobody comes to u :P
RE: Please help me!
Were you honest to him about working on other sites? If not, then maybe that's why he can't belive or trust you. It's hard to get someone to trust you on these sites once doubt has started. You might as well get used to this if you want to work on a site where grils strip in all categories.
RE: Please help me!
Hmmm. Two negative on underwear, no positive, yet. And about trust, with so many money-making hosts, where does trust begin and lies fly out the door?
RE: Please help me!
if he judges you because of your work & doesn't trust you or what he knows of your heart he is not good enough for you.as long as you have been honest you have not5hing to be ashamed of
RE: Please help me!
I totally agree with DM.
I had another story.I was told I show what I didn't show on some of these forums.One of my members (now he is not a member) started to ask me :"Why I'm worse than those Anonymous members?Why don't you show me the same?"
May be that was wrong but I didn't tell him if it was truth or not.Why I should proove him something. I'm not sure if he ever believed me if he trusted to some Anonymous posts rather than to me even though we knew each other about 0.5 year to that moment
I had another story.I was told I show what I didn't show on some of these forums.One of my members (now he is not a member) started to ask me :"Why I'm worse than those Anonymous members?Why don't you show me the same?"
May be that was wrong but I didn't tell him if it was truth or not.Why I should proove him something. I'm not sure if he ever believed me if he trusted to some Anonymous posts rather than to me even though we knew each other about 0.5 year to that moment
RE: Please help me!
i guess all those answers are showing that u shouldnt worry to much about that guy.....i guess u will do it anyway...because u like him.
But when i were that guy i would think about to change my mind......i hope he is visiting the forum as well.
anyway....DM already mentioned the conclusion......good luck Varya
But when i were that guy i would think about to change my mind......i hope he is visiting the forum as well.
anyway....DM already mentioned the conclusion......good luck Varya
RE: Please help me!
How do I begin? I have been in a similar situation with a host that I like. You really can't control who you will really like on this site. Once you really get to know a host or member and you like that person, then you start to trust that person and as for me, that is when I open up. It's really hard to get to know someone here though, whether they are genuine or not. If the member really likes you, then he should have at least given you a chance to explain yourself. And by the same token for the host, this is experience for her in case she loses that member. If she finds a new member that she likes, then maybe she might rethink for that relationship about opening up that she works on other sites. By the same token for a member, if he really likes a host here, hopefully he isn't here just to see a bunch of girls either. In case he does see other hosts, then he should come open and tell that to the host that he really likes and stop seeing other hosts.
It's really hard to have a true meaningful cyber relationship because it is just that, just on the internet and you really don't know a person unless you meet in real and spend real time.
As for Freeda, only you know your situation with this member. If he doesn't even give you a chance to explain to him, then that guy wasn't worth it. If he really did care for you, yes maybe he was hurt emotionally and angry from finding out that you worked on other site, but once anger is over, he should come to his senses and realize maybe you have a reason why you didn't tell him or why you work on other sites.
I wish you luck with your member Freeda in case you can survive this fight with him.
It's really hard to have a true meaningful cyber relationship because it is just that, just on the internet and you really don't know a person unless you meet in real and spend real time.
As for Freeda, only you know your situation with this member. If he doesn't even give you a chance to explain to him, then that guy wasn't worth it. If he really did care for you, yes maybe he was hurt emotionally and angry from finding out that you worked on other site, but once anger is over, he should come to his senses and realize maybe you have a reason why you didn't tell him or why you work on other sites.
I wish you luck with your member Freeda in case you can survive this fight with him.
RE: Please help me!
dear - this is your job and no on can judge you unless they put a ring on your finger
RE: Please help me!
A ring gives both the right to some comment and input on many things. If I make my living as an over-the-road trucker and my girl wants me home at night for the good of the family and I want to be with her I better give her opinion some thought. No true couple has total independence of each other or they aren't a couple, they are only simple roommates who fuck each other.
RE: Please help me!
you tell that dawg, "listen you came to an adult site to meet ME! " is ok for him to go to adult sites to visit , but you are bad for working there? what a fricking moron this guy is ...it is a fricking job! and rememebr a guys first attack on you is guilt!
LOL
Sometimes i really wonder how a thread in here develops - its really funny!
Guess could be an interesting site for a psychiatrist :)))
Guess could be an interesting site for a psychiatrist :)))
RE: LOL
It's not hard to get a thread started, usally some halfwit post something and it just keeps going.
RE: LOL
then us quarter wits reply to the half wit which encourages the eighth wits to reply to us which leads to the sixteenth wits understanding & replying to them.that brings the thirtysecond wits out to respond which then......;-0
RE: LOL
what about when hosts remind me of taxidermists when they tell me to"get stuffed!" :--))))
The Bell witch
The Bell Witch Legend
In the early 1800s, John Bell moved his family from North Carolina to the Red River bottomland in Robertson County, Tennessee, settling in a community that later became known as Adams. Bell purchased some land and a large home for his family. The Bells quickly made many friends and gained prominence in the community. John Bell acquired additional land and cleared a number of fields over the next several years.
One day in 1817, John Bell was inspecting his corn field when he encountered a strange-looking animal sitting in the middle of a corn row. Shocked by the appearance of this animal, which had the body of a dog and the head of a rabbit, Bell shot several times to no avail. The animal vanished. Bell thought nothing more about the incident--at least not until after dinner. That evening, the Bells began hearing "beating" sounds on the outside walls of their house.These mysterious sounds continued with increased force each night. Bell and his sons often hurried outside to catch the culprit but always returned empty-handed. The noises were soon followed by more problems. The Bell children began waking up frightened and complaining of sounds like rats gnawing at their bedposts. It wasn't long until the children began complaining of more terrifying things--having their bed covers pulled and their pillows were tossed onto the floor by a seemingly invisible force.As time went on, the Bells began to hear even stranger noises. Only this time, they sounded like faint, whispering voices--too weak to understand--sounding like a feeble old woman crying or singing hymns. The encounters escalated, and the Bells youngest daughter, Betsy, began experiencing physically brutal encounters with the entity. It relentlessly pulled her hair and slapped her, often leaving visible prints on her face and body for days at a time. The evil disturbances escalated over the next year to the point it was time for John Bell to share his "family trouble" with his closest friend and neighbor, James Johnston.Johnston and his wife spent the night at the Bell home, where they were subjected to the same terrifying disturbances that the Bells experienced. After having his bedcovers repeatedly removed, and being slapped, Johnston sprang out of bed, asking, "I ask you in the name of the Lord God, who are you and what do you want?" There was no response of any type, but the remainder of the night was peaceful.As word of the Bell disturbances spread throughout the community, so did the entity's antics. Over time, its voice strengthened to the point it was loud and understandable. It sang hymns, quoted scripture, carried on intelligent conversation, and once quoted, word-for-word, two sermons that took place at the same time thirteen miles apart. During this time no one knew who or what the entity was, or its purpose for tormenting the Red River Settlement.Word eventually spread outside the settlement, even as far as Nashville, where one Andrew Jackson became interested.John Bell, Jr. and Jesse Bell fought under General Andrew Jackson in the Battle of New Orleans, and had developed a good rapport with him. In 1819, Jackson got word of the disturbances at the Bell home and decided to pay a personal visit. Jackson and his entourage, consisting of several men and a large wagon, journeyed from Nashville to the Bell home. As the entourage approached the Bell property, the wagon suddenly stopped. The horses tried pulling but to no avail--the wagon simply would not move.After several minutes of cursing and trying to get the wagon to move, Jackson exclaimed that it must have been the "witch." As soon as Jackson uttered these words, an unidentified female voice spoke, telling Jackson and his men that they could proceed, and that "she& would see them again later that evening. The men were finally allowed to continue.Jackson and John Bell had a long discussion about the Indians and other topics while Jackson's men patiently waited to see if the "spirit" was going to manifest itself. One of the men in Jackson's entourage claimed to be a "witch tamer." After several uneventful hours, this man decided to "call" the "spirit." He pulled out a shiny pistol and made his intent to kill the "spirit" known to all that were present.Almost immediately, the man began screaming and moving his body in many different directions. He said he was being stuck with pins and being severely beaten. The man quickly ran out the door, and the "spirit" announced that there was yet one more "fraud" in Jackson's party, and that he would be identified on the following evening.Terrified, Jackson's men begged to leave the Bell farm. Jackson insisted on staying so that he could find out who the other "fraud" was. Jackson and his men eventually went out to the field to sleep in their tents, and the men continued to beg and plead with Jackson to leave.Jackson maintained the position that he wanted to know who the other "fraud" in his party was. However, by mid-day the next day, Jackson and his men had already left the Bell farm and were seen going through Springfield. Jackson, a hero in the Battle of New Orleans four years earlier, was quoted as later having said, "I'd rather fight the entire British Army than to deal with the Bell Witch." Jackson later became the President of the United States.Over time, Betsy Bell became interested in Joshua Gardner, a young man who lived not far from her. With the blessings of their parents, they agreed to the engagement. Nevertheless, despite their obvious happiness, the "spirit" repeatedly told Betsy not to marry Joshua Gardner.It is interesting to note that their schoolteacher, Richard Powell, was noticeably interested in Betsy and wanted to marry her when she became older. Powell was believed to have been a student of the occult, and had been secretly married to a woman in nearby Nashville for some time. Betsy and Joshua could not go to the river, the field, or the cave, without the "Spirit" following along and persistently taunting them. Betsy and Joshua's patience finally reached critical mass, and on Easter Monday of 1821, Betsy met Joshua at the river and broke off their engagement.The encounters decreased after that heartbreaking Easter Monday, although the "Spirit" continued to express its dislike for "Ol' Jack Bell," and relentlessly vowed to kill him. As Bell's health grew worse, the "Spirit" would torture him more severely, sometimes removing his shoes from his feet and relentlessly slapping his face while he was experiencing seizures.On the morning of December 20, 1820, after a long battle with a crippling nervous system disorder, John Bell breathed his last breath. Immediately after Bell's death, the family found a small vial of unidentified liquid that Bell had partaken of the evening before his death. John Bell, Jr. gave some of the liquid to the family's cat, and the cat died almost instantly. The "Spirit" suddenly spoke up exclaiming, "I gave Ol' Jack a big dose of that last night, and that fixed him." John, Jr. quickly threw the vial into the fireplace, where it shot up the chimney in the form of a bright, blue flame. As family and friends began to leave John Bell's burial site, the "Spirit" laughed loudly and sang a cheerful song about a bottle of brandy.In April of 1821, the "Spirit" visited Lucy Bell and told her that "it" would return in seven years for a visit. Seven years later, in 1828, the "Spirit" returned as promised. Most of this visit centered around John Bell, Jr. The "Spirit" discussed with him such things as the origin of life, Christianity, the need for a mass spiritual reawakening, and other in-depth topics. Of particular significance were the "Spirit's" predictions of the Civil War, World War I, the Great Depression, and World War II.After three weeks, the "Spirit" bade farewell, promising to visit John Bell's most direct descendant in 107 years. The year would have been 1935, and the closest direct living descendant of John Bell was Charles Bailey Bell, a physician in Nashville. Charles Bailey Bell himself wrote a book about the "Bell Witch," bu
In the early 1800s, John Bell moved his family from North Carolina to the Red River bottomland in Robertson County, Tennessee, settling in a community that later became known as Adams. Bell purchased some land and a large home for his family. The Bells quickly made many friends and gained prominence in the community. John Bell acquired additional land and cleared a number of fields over the next several years.
One day in 1817, John Bell was inspecting his corn field when he encountered a strange-looking animal sitting in the middle of a corn row. Shocked by the appearance of this animal, which had the body of a dog and the head of a rabbit, Bell shot several times to no avail. The animal vanished. Bell thought nothing more about the incident--at least not until after dinner. That evening, the Bells began hearing "beating" sounds on the outside walls of their house.These mysterious sounds continued with increased force each night. Bell and his sons often hurried outside to catch the culprit but always returned empty-handed. The noises were soon followed by more problems. The Bell children began waking up frightened and complaining of sounds like rats gnawing at their bedposts. It wasn't long until the children began complaining of more terrifying things--having their bed covers pulled and their pillows were tossed onto the floor by a seemingly invisible force.As time went on, the Bells began to hear even stranger noises. Only this time, they sounded like faint, whispering voices--too weak to understand--sounding like a feeble old woman crying or singing hymns. The encounters escalated, and the Bells youngest daughter, Betsy, began experiencing physically brutal encounters with the entity. It relentlessly pulled her hair and slapped her, often leaving visible prints on her face and body for days at a time. The evil disturbances escalated over the next year to the point it was time for John Bell to share his "family trouble" with his closest friend and neighbor, James Johnston.Johnston and his wife spent the night at the Bell home, where they were subjected to the same terrifying disturbances that the Bells experienced. After having his bedcovers repeatedly removed, and being slapped, Johnston sprang out of bed, asking, "I ask you in the name of the Lord God, who are you and what do you want?" There was no response of any type, but the remainder of the night was peaceful.As word of the Bell disturbances spread throughout the community, so did the entity's antics. Over time, its voice strengthened to the point it was loud and understandable. It sang hymns, quoted scripture, carried on intelligent conversation, and once quoted, word-for-word, two sermons that took place at the same time thirteen miles apart. During this time no one knew who or what the entity was, or its purpose for tormenting the Red River Settlement.Word eventually spread outside the settlement, even as far as Nashville, where one Andrew Jackson became interested.John Bell, Jr. and Jesse Bell fought under General Andrew Jackson in the Battle of New Orleans, and had developed a good rapport with him. In 1819, Jackson got word of the disturbances at the Bell home and decided to pay a personal visit. Jackson and his entourage, consisting of several men and a large wagon, journeyed from Nashville to the Bell home. As the entourage approached the Bell property, the wagon suddenly stopped. The horses tried pulling but to no avail--the wagon simply would not move.After several minutes of cursing and trying to get the wagon to move, Jackson exclaimed that it must have been the "witch." As soon as Jackson uttered these words, an unidentified female voice spoke, telling Jackson and his men that they could proceed, and that "she& would see them again later that evening. The men were finally allowed to continue.Jackson and John Bell had a long discussion about the Indians and other topics while Jackson's men patiently waited to see if the "spirit" was going to manifest itself. One of the men in Jackson's entourage claimed to be a "witch tamer." After several uneventful hours, this man decided to "call" the "spirit." He pulled out a shiny pistol and made his intent to kill the "spirit" known to all that were present.Almost immediately, the man began screaming and moving his body in many different directions. He said he was being stuck with pins and being severely beaten. The man quickly ran out the door, and the "spirit" announced that there was yet one more "fraud" in Jackson's party, and that he would be identified on the following evening.Terrified, Jackson's men begged to leave the Bell farm. Jackson insisted on staying so that he could find out who the other "fraud" was. Jackson and his men eventually went out to the field to sleep in their tents, and the men continued to beg and plead with Jackson to leave.Jackson maintained the position that he wanted to know who the other "fraud" in his party was. However, by mid-day the next day, Jackson and his men had already left the Bell farm and were seen going through Springfield. Jackson, a hero in the Battle of New Orleans four years earlier, was quoted as later having said, "I'd rather fight the entire British Army than to deal with the Bell Witch." Jackson later became the President of the United States.Over time, Betsy Bell became interested in Joshua Gardner, a young man who lived not far from her. With the blessings of their parents, they agreed to the engagement. Nevertheless, despite their obvious happiness, the "spirit" repeatedly told Betsy not to marry Joshua Gardner.It is interesting to note that their schoolteacher, Richard Powell, was noticeably interested in Betsy and wanted to marry her when she became older. Powell was believed to have been a student of the occult, and had been secretly married to a woman in nearby Nashville for some time. Betsy and Joshua could not go to the river, the field, or the cave, without the "Spirit" following along and persistently taunting them. Betsy and Joshua's patience finally reached critical mass, and on Easter Monday of 1821, Betsy met Joshua at the river and broke off their engagement.The encounters decreased after that heartbreaking Easter Monday, although the "Spirit" continued to express its dislike for "Ol' Jack Bell," and relentlessly vowed to kill him. As Bell's health grew worse, the "Spirit" would torture him more severely, sometimes removing his shoes from his feet and relentlessly slapping his face while he was experiencing seizures.On the morning of December 20, 1820, after a long battle with a crippling nervous system disorder, John Bell breathed his last breath. Immediately after Bell's death, the family found a small vial of unidentified liquid that Bell had partaken of the evening before his death. John Bell, Jr. gave some of the liquid to the family's cat, and the cat died almost instantly. The "Spirit" suddenly spoke up exclaiming, "I gave Ol' Jack a big dose of that last night, and that fixed him." John, Jr. quickly threw the vial into the fireplace, where it shot up the chimney in the form of a bright, blue flame. As family and friends began to leave John Bell's burial site, the "Spirit" laughed loudly and sang a cheerful song about a bottle of brandy.In April of 1821, the "Spirit" visited Lucy Bell and told her that "it" would return in seven years for a visit. Seven years later, in 1828, the "Spirit" returned as promised. Most of this visit centered around John Bell, Jr. The "Spirit" discussed with him such things as the origin of life, Christianity, the need for a mass spiritual reawakening, and other in-depth topics. Of particular significance were the "Spirit's" predictions of the Civil War, World War I, the Great Depression, and World War II.After three weeks, the "Spirit" bade farewell, promising to visit John Bell's most direct descendant in 107 years. The year would have been 1935, and the closest direct living descendant of John Bell was Charles Bailey Bell, a physician in Nashville. Charles Bailey Bell himself wrote a book about the "Bell Witch," bu
RE: The Bell witch
I notice the typical American reaction to something unknown is to shoot it.
RE: The Bell witch
And the typical European reaction is???
A: Act snobbish
B: Look down your big European nose at others
C: Pretend you're better than others
D: All of the above
A: Act snobbish
B: Look down your big European nose at others
C: Pretend you're better than others
D: All of the above
RE: The Bell witch
Yeah I know what you mean Jiverman. It's a bad habit we learned from our European ancestors.
RE: The Bell witch
Interesting.. if I weren't this far, I would go see for myself. I usually don't believe if I don't see hehe
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
Pimples on Asses
I have noticed a high percentage of the above on a lot of host asses. They dont seem to have any on their faces so it must the type of birth control they are using in eastern euro.
See your doctor before it spreads...............................
See your doctor before it spreads...............................
RE: Pimples on Asses
maybe sitting on your ass for so many hours could be a contributing factor
RE: Pimples on Asses
gee that sounds sort of sounds related to "wet tail" that my gerbal died of
RE: Pimples on Asses
Nooo, your gerbil died from Asphyxiation (lack of oxygen) from...well you know
RE: Pimples on Asses
I always ckeck out a skank's ass good.............you never know what was in there
RE: HOW TO BE COOL
Have you still not forgiven her for that noisy mobile phone that she uses to send her sms's in the classroom Prettywitch ? :P
RE: HOW TO BE COOL
no,no.you have it all wrong.in order to be REALLY cool in commchat,one must act like me.do this and you too will be one of the coolest of the cool in commchat.
RE: HOW TO BE COOL
Pity you can't leave your name :p Oh, and Reading is being managed just fine ;-)
RE: HOW TO BE COOL
prettty.........but still a Witch LOL
i got the joke Polina.......anyway i cant get cooler.......i guess i would be freezing then :P btw ppl dont take all that much serious here
Kiss for u and Lena
i got the joke Polina.......anyway i cant get cooler.......i guess i would be freezing then :P btw ppl dont take all that much serious here
Kiss for u and Lena
RE: to FRISCO THE COOL MAN
omg.......thx my sweet lady......what should i say now..........
ok, ill keep cool and just send u a kiss :-x
ok, ill keep cool and just send u a kiss :-x
OMG!!!
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RE: OMG!!!
Just because the urinal has a pair of fullish, reddish lips that Greenie chick feels it safe to assume it represents a woman's mouth?
Talk about sexist.
Someone should draw up that hypocritical lesbian and tweeze out all her armpit hair.
Talk about sexist.
Someone should draw up that hypocritical lesbian and tweeze out all her armpit hair.
RE: girls from Bucharest?
Braided arm pit hair is soooooooooo last year! Dreads are where it's at these days!
RE: girls from Bucharest?
If it's just sex you're after just go to a local prosy, much easier. If it's love you're after...forget it, they are heartless, ruthless, devious users!!!
RE: girls from Bucharest?
Do you mean some "secret reasons" or for "unknown reasons"? Try a Romanian marriage broker.
RE: girls from Bucharest?
I have to agree with CSB. If you are looking for hosts that live in Bucharest, just go to the source instead of going through a 3rd party such as members. Give out your real screen name here and ask the question to hosts directly. No one here really knows why you are interested in Bucharest hosts, so you can't blame repliers here for their responses. You obviously have an ulterior motive.
You want real replies, then you should come clean yourself why you ask for girls from Bucharest.
You want real replies, then you should come clean yourself why you ask for girls from Bucharest.
RE: girls from Bucharest?
Why do you all seem to hate girls from Romania ?
I know a few, and they are very nice.
Even the 1 i know for real here in my country is better than the local girls. ?
Would be nice to hear some of your stories about the girls from there.
To get some other guys ideas ?
I know a few, and they are very nice.
Even the 1 i know for real here in my country is better than the local girls. ?
Would be nice to hear some of your stories about the girls from there.
To get some other guys ideas ?
RE: girls from Bucharest?
I know a wonderful, sweet girl from Bucuresti. Unfortunately, she works on another site
RE: somebody know why text chat can closed self
Always send to help@camcontacts.com for problems. They always answer pretty quickly.
RE: somebody know why text chat can closed self
its normal that cats are disapaering from time to time......some do it everyday........feed her with wiskas and she will come back again LOL
RE: somebody know why text chat can closed self
Were your eyes closed at the time it happened?
RE: Halloween Ideas?
i'm going to be a pull toy.i'll be naked,on roller skates with a string attached to my dick. a pull toy. LOLOLOL
RE: Halloween Ideas?
yes i do.dick,cock,pecker,whatever you want to call it,i have one and it's big enough to tie a good sized string to it.
RE: Halloween Ideas?
i asked my housemate how i can scare the children. she said, "open the front door." :(
RE: Halloween Ideas?
I suggest a sign that says
WARNING
beware of child eating dog
loves candy as well
WARNING
beware of child eating dog
loves candy as well
RE: sociological inquiry
I prefer my women to wear those big grandma looking panties, brown so I can't see the skid marks. As for hair, I like the Sineade O'Conner look and for lipstick...mmmm...how about blood red
RE: sociological inquiry
1. Depends on the girl/man I have no special prefference.. but let's say that blondes don't quite turn me on..
2. No, it's horrible.
3. Black, on a really white skin.. or white on a slightly tanned skin.
2. No, it's horrible.
3. Black, on a really white skin.. or white on a slightly tanned skin.
RE: sociological inquiry
1) What colour of hair do u prefer? - YOURS
2) Do u like a bright lipstick? - YOUR LIPSTICK ON MY BOY
3) What colour of underwear do u prefer? - ON YOU? NOTHING!
2) Do u like a bright lipstick? - YOUR LIPSTICK ON MY BOY
3) What colour of underwear do u prefer? - ON YOU? NOTHING!
RE: sociological inquiry
1. Brunette or Red
2.No not really
3. Mostly see through panties are the best. But black for color.
2.No not really
3. Mostly see through panties are the best. But black for color.
RE: sociological inquiry
1) dark reddish brown hair
2) no lipstick.... almost impossible to get lipstick stain off cloths anyways.
3) no real preference, black, white, red, cream, pink all looks good - just dont mix the colours... ohh yeah lingerie in colours of flouricent green, neon blue, orange, yellow, purple and other weird colours are a real turn off
2) no lipstick.... almost impossible to get lipstick stain off cloths anyways.
3) no real preference, black, white, red, cream, pink all looks good - just dont mix the colours... ohh yeah lingerie in colours of flouricent green, neon blue, orange, yellow, purple and other weird colours are a real turn off
RE: sociological inquiry
colour of hair: depends on the girl and her eyes, but i prefer long hairs
bright lipstick: not too bright and not too dark, it should still look kinda natural
colour of underwear : why i got a color screen? i like yellow, a tender green or a light blue........and red for sure.....so just try them all!
and again.......the girl make the difference :-)
bright lipstick: not too bright and not too dark, it should still look kinda natural
colour of underwear : why i got a color screen? i like yellow, a tender green or a light blue........and red for sure.....so just try them all!
and again.......the girl make the difference :-)
RE: sociological inquiry
I like blondes with red lipstick and white underwear. does this mean you'll dye your hair freeda?
RE: sociological inquiry
1/Black/Brunette
2/ Not really keen on bright lipstick
3/ White or black.
Hope that helps.
2/ Not really keen on bright lipstick
3/ White or black.
Hope that helps.
WHO IS BB
Who is this person bb,get pms in chatroom that says Hi bb. Well who is this bb person and why am i getting his PMs???????Just don't understand
RE:One question to Slutpuppy
Just one question, Slutpuppy, have u ever had nickname Slutpuppy4u?
RE: WHO IS BB
and hm.........maybe Slutpuppy was playing "Call me baby" from The Love Reaction too much :P