GhostsA Chapter by Robinwhat part of ghosts dont you understand ?
years and the building we were in was haunted. I felt its presence from day one and soon the stories were whispered and weird, strange things began to happen - slamming doors , voices calling , machinery acting strangely . Halloween night 1992 , I was at wits end trying to get a press unit into gear , when I noticed a man was standing behind me , - an authorized visitor in my supervisory mind , I turned and said "what do you want? your not supposed to be in here " he looked down and replied "maybe your not " he started to turn, then put his hand on my shoulder and said ' Sleep in, fishing can wait ' and slipped out the door. I was dumbfounded how in the hell did this old man know I was planning on fishing tomorrow ? and I went to look for him - nobody . I ran outside and one of the route drivers was smoking a cigarette leaning against the cold wall I said "hey where did that old man go ?" " what old man ? " he said I said there was an old man inside and he had to come out this door - "sorry bro no old man here , can you let me in the doors locked ". I went back into the pressroom and my assistant said "who did I hear you talking to?" I said "No one ,never mind " and finished out the night .
Next morning I am ready to go fishing ! I get to be on the water in the high sierras. It didnt matter if i caught anything or not , it was my day off and I was going to relax - boy was I wrong, instead I almost died I pulled up to an intersection and an old rancher decided to pull into the line of oncoming traffic , sending cars and trucks scattering in all directions. I told myself - this guy is dead and that is when i heard the howl of the tires . I looked out my window and a huge crane truck was headed straight towards me . all shifted into slow motion , the grill getting bigger, three faces in fear, arms pressed against the dashboard, driver trying regain control and then, the punch . my little truck went flying . I being the object not in motion slammed into the door my head smashing -ironically- the upper seatbelt bracket , i came to rest in a field a good 50 feet from impact 120 degrees from my original direction and there I was staring at yet another blue sky ( another story)
I healed and lived , but I wonder , if I only had listened to that old man ...
as for ghost stories . I have more ...
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6 Reviews Added on August 16, 2010 Last Updated on September 23, 2010 Tags: ghosts, accidents, fortelling, fate AuthorRobinCAAboutI am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express . Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..Writing
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