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The Black Sheep Chronicles - by D. Armenta
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Ever seen a ghost?
May 10th 2007 17:21
This one falls under "Black Sheep" because, at least in the U.S., many people who claim to have had personal experience with anything other than the Here and Now are considered a bit odd.
Even if your experience comes complete with downloadable footage, photographs and sound bytes and has been certified legit by some guy from Yale, you're a bit odd.
Yet I have met a fair amount of rational, educated, well-grounded and credulous people who have a story to tell that falls into the "odd" category.
I avoid telling my own odd story as a rule; those who don't know me immediately assume I'm some pie-eyed mystical hippie type. Those who do know me tend to clam up and get that look that says, "D.'s been drinking too much", or something to that effect.
Since we're at Orble, a place frequented by many intelligent, pleasant people --and since I can't see the expressions on anyone's faces--here's mine, in a nutshell:
In 1984, just before I shipped out for the Navy, I saw a ghost. Several times. He would silently open our bedroom door (locked or not) and shuffle around the foot of our bed in bedroom slippers. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a sort of mens' hat, like a fedora, and loose pants and white shirt. He was skinny and appeared to be in his 80s. He never said anything or did anything except peer around the doorway at us and shuffle around like he was looking for something. Sometimes things would turn up missing, only to be found later in places we had never put them. Our apartment was on the 18th floor of an old building on the riverfront. Our front door was triple-locked and deadbolted every night. I saw him four times before I left for boot camp; my ex-husband continued to see him several times after I left.
We have no explanation for him. He didn't scare us after the first encounter, we got no sense of evil intent from him..he just WAS.
And that's it.
Anyone out there had a similar experience?
Even if your experience comes complete with downloadable footage, photographs and sound bytes and has been certified legit by some guy from Yale, you're a bit odd.
Yet I have met a fair amount of rational, educated, well-grounded and credulous people who have a story to tell that falls into the "odd" category.
I avoid telling my own odd story as a rule; those who don't know me immediately assume I'm some pie-eyed mystical hippie type. Those who do know me tend to clam up and get that look that says, "D.'s been drinking too much", or something to that effect.
Since we're at Orble, a place frequented by many intelligent, pleasant people --and since I can't see the expressions on anyone's faces--here's mine, in a nutshell:
In 1984, just before I shipped out for the Navy, I saw a ghost. Several times. He would silently open our bedroom door (locked or not) and shuffle around the foot of our bed in bedroom slippers. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a sort of mens' hat, like a fedora, and loose pants and white shirt. He was skinny and appeared to be in his 80s. He never said anything or did anything except peer around the doorway at us and shuffle around like he was looking for something. Sometimes things would turn up missing, only to be found later in places we had never put them. Our apartment was on the 18th floor of an old building on the riverfront. Our front door was triple-locked and deadbolted every night. I saw him four times before I left for boot camp; my ex-husband continued to see him several times after I left.
We have no explanation for him. He didn't scare us after the first encounter, we got no sense of evil intent from him..he just WAS.
And that's it.
Anyone out there had a similar experience?
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Are you a Black Sheep?
May 8th 2007 23:02
I know I am, for many many reasons too numerous to divulge here.
What makes me one?
-Did the exact opposite of what was expected of me: dropped out of college to join the Navy, flatly refuse to have kids, quit my respectable white collar profession to be a musician.
-Love writing to people; hate talking to them.
-Detest carrying cellphones, texting, and anything else that makes me feel like my personal space is being invaded.
-When I get really really depressed, "crawling under the porch" depressed, writing my last will and testament makes me feel better. Dunno why--it just does.
-I really just can't give a rat's ass about American Idol. I just can't.
Oh yes..and I also have a younger brother who is my polar opposite, throwing my "black sheepness" into the spotlight at family get-togethers.
What makes you a black sheep?
What makes me one?
-Did the exact opposite of what was expected of me: dropped out of college to join the Navy, flatly refuse to have kids, quit my respectable white collar profession to be a musician.
-Love writing to people; hate talking to them.
-Detest carrying cellphones, texting, and anything else that makes me feel like my personal space is being invaded.
-When I get really really depressed, "crawling under the porch" depressed, writing my last will and testament makes me feel better. Dunno why--it just does.
-I really just can't give a rat's ass about American Idol. I just can't.
Oh yes..and I also have a younger brother who is my polar opposite, throwing my "black sheepness" into the spotlight at family get-togethers.
What makes you a black sheep?
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Is Orble a haven for black sheep?
May 8th 2007 22:39
I have been reading all over Orble today and found one comment that really struck a chord with me. A wise and kindly lady commented that most Orblers were black sheep in one way or another. I suspect she's right on the money, but I want to be sure...
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