Okay so I have lived here since I was in head start…I am now on my second year of college…In 2003 we moved out our old house and moved a new one in to the exact spot the old one was…I never noticed anything weird go on until recently. Here a just a few things that I have noticed happen within the last few months:

One night my friend and I were watching a movie and it was about midnight, maybe one in the morning, and this extremely bright light came from inside the kitchen. It was storming that night and we thought maybe it was just lightning we seen but it only came from one spot and we would have seen that light come from the window behind me and the one beside my friend if it was lighting.

Another incident that happened was my mom was standing at the kitchen sink, I was stand in the middle of the kitchen at our island, and my sister was sitting at the counter on a bar stool. My mom looked up and in my living room (diagional to my kitchen) we have this picture of a old man and a little boy fishing and my mom said that she seen a head in the picture and it moved like someone walked by.

Another night my friend and I were walking through my kitchen and at a certain spot we both got goose bumps (cold chills) but it wasnt cold in the house. So we walked on through the kitchen and then went back to that spot and we got the goose bumps again. We checked and there wasnt a draft, no air was blowing, and the window wasnt open.

And the most recent thing happened today, my mom was doing laundry and she told me one of my socks was missing. She did wash both of them but she didnt know where one of the socks went. So later on I went to the front door and opened it to feel outside and to look for my dog and when I opened the door I looked down and my sock was on the front porch. I went to show my mom and she said she would swear on a bible that she didnt put the sock there to scare me. And we knew it was the right sock because it had the same smell as the other freshly washed sock.

Some little things that have happened are:

T.V. went off and came back on…it did that twice one day

When the computer screen is black (because it hasnt been used for a certain amount of time) it will for no reason just go back to the desk top

We have a water cooler and it sometimes makes the bubbling noise that you hear when you use it…when no one is using it

And I have walked into the kitchen at night and think that I have seen a person standing in my family room and I have to do a double take to make sure no one is there

So what do you think? I mean are there any logical explinations for these things that have happened? if you do think that my house is haunted then what would be the best way to communicate with the spirt so find out who it is? Sorry this was so long and thanks for taking your time to read it!

P.S. my grandparents (both are now dead) used to live at the house on a hill like 500 foot away from my home…and they both used to come down to vist us a lot…do you think that if my house is haunted its one of my grandparents?

Once again thanks!
If you’re just going to waste my time by making me read your stupid comments please dont bother even asnwering. Thanks

an elderly man walked into the ice cream parlor, struggling to get on the high stool to set at the counter, once he got settled, he ordered a banana split. the waitress spoke up and asked "crushed nuts?" the old man thought a minute and said, "no..arthritis"!!

I have a Latin teacher, Eugene Olson, whom I dearly love, and he’s perhaps the wisest old man you’ll ever meet. He’s a tad blunt, and he swears from time to time when he’s frustrated. He’s 85 years old (I think), and he shares my birthday, which I thought was bizarre. Anyways, I have an idea for his biography, it would be entitled ‘The Seven Thrones of King Eugene,’ it would tell his life’s tale in a gentle, humorous manner. From the day he was born, to the day of his death, he is always mentioned to be sitting. He would always sit on his porch swing as a little boy, then in his desk at school. Later, in his college dorm he’d stay in his chair to study. After the war, he would plop himself on the bar stool and drink away. Later the teacher’s chair (in which he teaches us today). Then his wheelchair in the hospital. Finally, he dies in the comfortable armchair he loves in his house.

The book would be mostly fictional, as I only know bits and pieces of his life. But his philosophy and pieces of his wisdom would be sprinkled throughout.
So, any comments or ideas?
Max, not only was that tasteful and humorous, but you mentioned two people whom I adore.

The door knocked twice. The old man got from his chair beside the kitchen table and opened the door.

“Hello,” A tall man, in a smirked shirt smiled as he placed a grey rope into the old man’s hand. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Dan?”

The old man grinned with his head drooping forward then closed the door.

He had something else on his mind; an image that hovered in his head since the day his daughter left him.

He could feel cold wings fluttering against his arms; the angel of death approached him, tiptoeing towards his chair.

Everyday he could feel the black wings drawing closer.
However, today, the black wings stroked his body gently, summoning his spirit bit by bit.

Mr. Dan placed the stool beside the table at the living room. He bowed down against the couch, dipped his hands between the pillows and took out the remote control. After pressing it, the TV droned with a dance song. Mr. Dan smiled and the remote control slipped down from his fingers, sounding over the wooden floor.

The door knocked twice. The old man got from his chair beside the kitchen table and opened the door.

“Hello,” A tall man, in a smirked shirt smiled as he placed a grey rope into the old man’s hand. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Dan?”

The old man grinned with his head drooping forward then closed the door.

He had something else on his mind; an image that hovered in his head since the day his daughter left him.

He could feel cold wings fluttering against his arms; the angel of death approached him, tiptoeing towards his chair.

Everyday he could feel the black wings drawing closer.
However, today, the black wings stroked his body gently, summoning his spirit bit by bit.

Mr. Dan placed the stool beside the table at the living room. He bowed down against the couch, dipped his hands between the pillows and took out the remote control. After pressing it, the TV droned with a dance song. Mr. Dan smiled and the remote control slipped down from his fingers, sounding over the wooden floor.

The door knocked twice. The old man got from his chair beside the kitchen table and opened the door.

“Hello,” A tall man, in a smirked shirt smiled as he placed a grey rope into the old man’s hand. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Dan?”

The old man grinned with his head drooping forward then closed the door.

He had something else on his mind; an image that hovered in his head since the day his daughter left him.

He could feel cold wings fluttering against his arms; the angel of death approached him, tiptoeing towards his chair.

Everyday he could feel the black wings drawing closer.
However, today, the black wings stroked his body gently, summoning his spirit bit by bit.

Mr. Dan placed the stool beside the table at the living room. He bowed down against the couch, dipped his hands between the pillows and took out the remote control. After pressing it, the TV droned with a dance song. Mr. Dan smiled and the remote control slipped down from his fingers, sounding over the wooden floor

I’ve hit a wall with this, and my brain is fried right now. I’m wondering if I should continue it or ditch it. And no, it’s not an assignment that I’m cramming for. It’s just for fun. Any hints, tips?

The coffee shop was crowded with the usual customers of the 7:00 hour, needing their morning fix.

So dependent, he thought, these people think they’re unique because they order two shots instead of three.

There was window paint on the windows, apparently advertising a new roast of coffee they were selling. There was an old man sitting in one of the new leather chairs, sipping his coffee. He must have been 90. And he must also have been rich, judging by the 3 young women he was chatting with. Like an old Rico Suave, he thought. The morning sunlight pierced through the overcast sky and the empty spots between the peaks of the eastern mountains. The coffee shop was set facing the east, so everyone noticed, but they were all used to it.

“Sir, may I help you today?” The barista asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have a Venti Vanilla Latte, but with two shots instead of three,” He replied, flipping over the Bob Dylan record he had found on the promotional music rack. Oh good, it’s got “Tangled Up In Blue,” he thought. “And I’ll take this CD,” He said.

“That’ll be thirteen ninety-four,” she said, as he handed her a single bill. “Out of twenty? Your awesome change’ll be six dollars and six cents,” she said, handing him two bills and a penny.

He tipped his hat and the rest of the change. She ended up short changing herself, he thought, walking to the half –chairs on the other side of the bar.

“Why is that man wearing a hat,” one of Rico’s gals asked, “doesn’t he have any fashion sense?” They all giggled. He heard Rico say, “He’s probably just eccentric.”

Good insight Rico, your age has at least improved one thing about you. Now, onto real matters, he thought, how much morphine did you have injected to come here? Judging by the bulging your joints must be having a hey–day with this weather.

“How’s the arthritis treating you today, sir?” He asked, noting Rico’s gaping mouth.

“Uh… It’s good son. How could you tell?”

Casually shifting the bag his CD was in from his right hand to his left, he said, “Mine’s especially bad today.”

“I see.” Rico said.

“Clyde!” He heard a voice coming from behind him.

He turned around in a haste, to see a woman rush to one of the men sitting on the chaise in the corner.

“How are you, honey?” She said, in a slight British accent.

Southern Britain, he instinctively knew.

“Good,” the man answered, putting down his coffee and rising to embrace her. He too, spoke in the same accent. “And how do you fare?”

How do you fare? Eesh I haven’t heard that in a while, he thought.

The most embarrassing thing happened today. My dad took me and my older sister out to lunch. Well my dad walks into the resteraunt talking on the phone really loud and we were sitting in the middle of the room. My dad had his chair turned out talking on the phone loud, legs open like he was in a freaking sports bar. I wanted to die. Then when the waiter came my dad sat there for ten minutes making the waiter stand there because he couldn’t find something with both a burrito and beans (we were eating mexican) and he was complaining it wouldn’t be enough food for him omg! Anyways finally he orders and my dads friend who he hasn’t seen in a while comes over and they are sitting there talking all loud and what not and I’m trying to figure out WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU WE ARE IN A FLIPPIN’ RESTERAUNT YOUR A 43 YEAR OLD MAN NOT A 5 YEAR OLD USE SOME MANNERS!! I love my dad but now I’m kind of afraid to go out to eat with him. I don’t know what to do.

An old man was dying. He was terribly sick. As he lay on his death bed alone, he was so confused he didn’t even know if he was alive or dead. Suddenly, he smelled something sweet and delicious coming from the kitchen. He was very weak, but it smelled so wonderfull that he slowly made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
He opened the doors, and he still wasn’t sure if he was dead or alive, but whatever he was, it was as if he was in heaven! The room was filled with his wife’s famous chocolate chip cookies, and there she was, baking in her apron, humming. The man was filled with joy! Slowly he reached out his hand to take one. As soon as he did his wife slapped him on the hand and snapped, "Don’t touch those! They’re for the funeral."

A preschooler returned from his first school day. As he walked in his mom recieved a call from the principal. "Your son is having some problems understanding the different sexes, you should talk to him." The woman said "Okay, I’ll speak with him" and hung up. She then said "Timmy! Would you come here?" He obeyed and sat next to her on the living room couch. "Now, I want you to take off mommy’s shirt" She said
and he did.
"Now take off mommy’s pants"
and he did
"Now take off mommy’s panties"
and he did
"Now take off mommy’s bra"
and he did
"Now, I don’t ever want you to wear my clothes to school again!"

A man was driving home one evening and realized that it was his daughter’s birthday and he hadn’t bought her a present.
He drove to the mall and ran to the toy store and he asked the store manager, "How much is that new Barbie in the window?"
The Manager replied, "Which one? We have
‘Barbie goes to the gym’ for .95,
‘Barbie goes to the Ball’ for .95,
‘Barbie goes shopping’ for .95,
‘Barbie goes to the beach’ for .95,
‘Barbie goes to the Nightclub’ for .95 and
‘Divorced Barbie’ for 5.00"
"Why is the Divorced Barbie 5.00 when all the others are .95?, the father asked.
The store manager replied: "Divorced Barbie comes with Ken’s car, Ken’s house, Ken’s boat, Ken’s dog, Ken’s cat, Ken’s furniture and all of Ken’s savings."

A Chinese man walked into a bar and saw Stephen Spielberg sitting in there. He walked up to him and said "Wow! I love your films, can I have your autograph??" Stephen Spielberg slaps him on the face and says "How dare you people blow up pearl harbor!"
The man stared at him, puzzled and said "It was not the chinese but the Japanese who did that."
Stephen says "Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese you’re all the same!!"
The Chinese man in turn slaps him back and says "How dare you sink the Titanic, my ancestors were on that ship!!" He responds "It wasn’t me, it was an iceberg that sank the titanic."
"Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg you’re all the same!"

"Who is the chap named Miller?!"

"I am Miller," answers an old man sitting at the bar.

The man at the door walks to Mr. Miller and knocks him down. Then he leaves the bar. Mr. Miller rises, sits on his chair again and starts laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" asks the bar keeper. "I would not find it funny to get knocked down."

"I played a prank upon him," answers the old man. "My name is not Miller."

………………………………………………………………

Dish of Soup
A man came into a restaurant and looked for a place to sit down, when he noticed an old man sitting in front of a dish of soup. But the old man was not eating it.

"What a pity," thought the biker. "This man is not eating his soup, but I am hungry. Eating his soup will be a good idea and I won’t have to pay for it."

He sat at the old man’s table, arrogantly just took his soup and started eating it. The old man did not react. When he was almost finished, he found a hairy comb at the bottom of the dish. He immediately vomited the soup back into the dish.

"That’s strange," said the old man. "That’s just as far as I got."

I had a pint in front of me but didn’t drink. I went to the jukebox and played " still a fool" by muddy waters but another song came out. there was an old man in a wheel chair and red checkered shirt. I offered to treat him to a song ( often do that at the bar especially for the bartenders) but he said he was good. any interpretations? and the bartender who served me was the woman who play’s Vic Mackey’s wife on the Shield. She had a blue shirt on. and there was a bald black guy in a white t shirt on my right, the bar was near full on my left.
i also didn’t pay for the shot and it felt like I didn’t really want to drink.
the shot was given by the bartender and im sure the pint I DID pay for but still didn’t want much.