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Halloween Story (cat lovers, do not read)
MadDogMike
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From: The Anvil of the Sun
Posted: 2009-10-15 11:05 pm   Permalink

Quote:

On 2009-10-15 06:59, Cammo wrote:
And Mikester - this haunting has nothing to do with a crying spirit searching fer whatever crying spirits search for, ....



whew


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Cammo
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Posted: 2009-10-16 07:04 am   Permalink

Angie's Ghost Story Part 7

The next day, Friday, Cindy and I arrived at the same time and Mrs. Aldon was waiting for us at the front.

“Would you two please step into my office first?” she asked. So we walked down the hall, past the kitchen, and I noticed Bridgett was watching us. It was strange, I had no idea what Mrs. Aldon was going to do. Maybe fire me. It was just like going to the principal's office.

We stepped into her room, she looked at us both, then she closed the door behind us.

“You had some interesting experiences last night. Could you please tell me what happened?” she asked. Simple as that.

Cindy started talking about the bag, I pitched in with the radio story, then told her all about the sobbing. Cindy didn’t seem to believe me, but Mrs. Aldon kept asking if the other girl, Stephanie, had heard it too and I kept telling her yes. I couldn’t understand if she believed me or not. Cindy probably thought I was crazy. Finally I told her about running outside, but not about the bus stop and the smoking, I just said that we had stopped outside the front door.

“Angie,” Mrs. Aldon asked me very seriously, “do you still want to work here?”

Oh no. Here goes. This is where she fires me.

“Um, yeah, sure!” Then I thought about it. “If people would stop playing jokes on us. Yeah. This is a great place otherwise.”

She turned around and looked at her bookshelf for a second. Cindy glanced at me, shrugging her shoulders, making a face and looking puzzled. Then Mrs. Aldon turned back to us.

“This used to be a jail. There were a lot of... bad people here. And sometimes people hear noises. You know what I mean?”

“You mean it’s an old building and the roof creaks and stuff?” I asked.

“Sort of. Well... yes, but sometimes people hear lots of noises. You know, strange noises they can’t explain. Really strange noises.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. Cindy looked totally blank.

We were probably the dumbest kids she had ever hired.

“Do you understand?” she asked.

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” I said, slowly.

“Well, could you explain it to me, cause I don’t get it at all!” Cindy said, “Who was screaming last night is what I want to know! A whole bunch of people heard it! Who was in the basement? I mean, if it really happened, it’s scary!”

“What do you mean ‘if it really happened’! I was there! It happened just like I said!”

“Girls, Angie, I believe you.” Mrs. Aldon looked tired now.

There was another pause.

“You see, sometimes in places where really bad people die, or something bad happened, sometimes, people hear noises afterwards. That’s what I mean.”

“Oh.” Cindy said. “You mean - ghosts?”

And Cindy got this look on her face, it started screwing up, and I didn’t want to look at her, but I looked out of the corner of my eye at her and she was looking at me and we both laughed out loud. We laughed really hard, which wasn’t a nice thing to do but I couldn’t help it. Cindy was really funny, she still is, she cracks me up.

“Since you both find it so humorous,” Mrs. Aldon said, “I’ve decided to put you both on staff together at the same time. If anything ... funny ... happens you won’t be alone.” She looked at both of us, expecting an answer.

“Um, yeah, yes, that would be fine. Thank you Mrs. Aldon.”

“Yes, thank you very much.” We tried to stop snickering and left the room. On the way out Cindy started laughing again, and I saw Bridgett watching us. She was smiling because we were smiling, I thought.


 
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MadDogMike
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Posted: 2009-10-16 08:40 am   Permalink

"From now on they get posted as soon as it gets dark each day"

"Posted: Today; 07:04 am"

OK, I waited up all night


 
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Posted: 2009-10-16 10:08 am   Permalink

This already part 7, which longer than any of Cam' other stories which were only 6 parters. It seem like this still just beginning of story, so must be in for 15 or 20 part story.
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Cammo
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Posted: 2009-10-16 11:20 am   Permalink

"The best-laid plans of mice and men...etc."

"This already part 7, which longer than any of Cam's other stories which were only 6 parters. It seem like this still just beginning of story, so must be in for 15 or 20 part story."

You gotta hand it to GROG, him narrative-savvy. Yup, this is gonna be right in that ballpark.

(See ya tonight, and watch out for the mysterious disappearing Shout! Is it a ghost or a programming bug?! Only Hanford knows!)


 
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Posted: 2009-10-16 1:57 pm   Permalink

I have seen the mysterious disappearing SHOUT! too, Cammo. And a 20 part ghost story? Bring it on, I say. By the way, the farmhouse story was my favorite so far! Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. =:0
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MadDogMike
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Posted: 2009-10-16 7:40 pm   Permalink

Lookin' pretty dark out there...

 
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Cammo
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Posted: 2009-10-16 10:11 pm   Permalink

Angie's Ghost Story Part 8

Lots of people came in that night, it was our first really crowded summer night and there wasn’t much time to talk, we were handing out keys, charging people, showing them where the bathrooms were, people were dropping off their baggage and coming back later, it was a lot of fun. Finally it got slower at about 8:30, and we sat there with nobody around. I didn’t want to read my Nancy Drew, cause Cindy would make fun of me. And there was too much to talk about now anyway.

“I knew this place was haunted when I first saw that 8th floor, and all that oil on the floor and the gaslight, it looked like a horror movie or something.”

The problem was, Cindy wasn’t listening to anything I was saying.

“What are you talking about? Huh? You are one Crazy Canary. You know all I’ve been thinking about?” Cindy told me, “did you see what Mrs. Aldon was looking at on her bookshelf?”

“What? Books?”

“Yeah, she had books about the jail, did you see ‘em?”

“No. Is that what she was looking at when she was turned away from us?”

“Yeah, I think she was going to pull one down and show it to us. But she didn’t. I don’t think she wanted us to see it. And you know what? I’m gonna go get it. Goodbye!” She got up.

“What, in her office? Isn’t it locked?”

“I’ll see.”

She ran down the hall, I saw her trying the knob, then she looked back at me, smiled, and went right in. The light popped on, she was in there for a few minutes, then she came running back holding a little dark book.

“Carleton County Gaol, 1865-1972,” she said, holding it up in the air like it was a trophy, “ta - DAAAAAAA!”

“Are there any pictures?” I asked. I always want pictures. If a book doesn’t have pictures, chuck it.

She flipped through it. “Yeah. Some, look, that’s our place! Told ya!” There was an old photo with a horse and buggy out front of our building. It was taken so long ago that there were no other buildings around it, so it was kind of weird.

“And that’s us! Look!” Cindy pointed to two ladies in front of the place, dressed in big skirts. I laughed, then we opened the book and read.

The County Gaol, or Jail, was built to hold criminals tried in the court next door, but it ended up holding poor people who couldn’t pay their loans, old people, crazy people, drunks, prostitutes suffering from VD, children of the prisoners, and a lot of Irish immigrants. The whole cellar area was a holding area for immigrants, it had no bathroom, they were tossed down there to see if they had diseases, and if they died they were burned out back and thrown in a pit. Thousands died there.

But the story got better.

They had lots of solitary confinement cells, (we didn’t know where those were) and the place was equipped with a full functioning gallows, which is an old name for the place where they hang people. Three prisoners were hanged here, one seemed to start haunting the jail as soon as he died. No prisoner was allowed to wear clothes, they only got blankets that were also used as bedding. Nobody ever washed. Ever. The place had been crawling with rats, lice and cockroaches. They stuffed more than three people in each of the cells, and like I said the cells were about as big as my closet. If you complained they’d beat you with sticks. Once you were in there most never got out until they died. And you got to go to the bathroom only once a day, I’m not kidding. Almost everybody tried to commit suicide, so the whole place was rebuilt inside to prevent suicides.

This is now, believe it or not, the biggest youth hostel in Ottawa.

The connecting passage between the court next door and the jail was underground, and that’s where the guards would regularly rape the female prisoners. If the women protested they’d kill them and bury them out back. Nobody knew how many people were buried in the courtyard, or under the parking lot nowadays, or in the cellar, but they dug up a LOT of bodies when they were digging a sidewalk in the 1970’s, about 140 at last count.

“A hundred and FORTY?” Cindy said, “That’s gotta be WRONG!”

We were sitting in absolutely the most horrifying torture chamber and giant graveyard you could imagine. The home of justice for the entire country. Ottawa’s, the capital of Canada’s, oldest central jail.

It took a while to get through that book, we kept flipping forward, and most of the good info was in the notes at the back. We just couldn’t believe it.

“Why the heck did they make this place into a HOSTEL?!” Cindy asked me, “The whole place should be torn down in shame! Why don’t they dig up the parking lot? Isn’t anybody interested in how many bodies are out there? It says here there could be thousands!”

All I had for her was more questions.


 
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Posted: 2009-10-17 2:01 pm   Permalink

The End

That was a good story Cammo, tell us another one.
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Posted: 2009-10-17 3:29 pm   Permalink

This is the scariest thing in the world to GROG;



 
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Cammo
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Posted: 2009-10-17 6:01 pm   Permalink

Angie's Ghost Story Part 9

“Why leave some floors un-fixed up? Why the 8th? When they renovated, why didn’t they do the whole place? They don’t want people going up there, they don’t want people to know about it, why not fix it all up? Why not fix up the basement?”

“Yeah, gee, it’s only where young people from all over the world come to visit Canada’s capitol city. That’s all. It’s like throwing them all in a toilet!”

“And flushing it!”

“That makes US the toilet paper.”

“The whole thing is crazy! And Mrs. Aldon knows it, so does Bridgett.”

Then I thought of something - “Hey, where is the gallows? What part of the hostel is it? Cause they say it’s still in operation, it’s..”

“It has to be up high, so the bodies can fall and swing.”

And Cindy looked at me, because we were getting the same idea.

“Maybe it’s on the 8th floor. It’s got to be. That was death row, remember from the book? And if the gallows faced the courtyard, that’s at the other end from where we come in off the stairs.”

‘You ever been there?” I was thinking of the shape I had seen the first day, it would have been back in that area.

“No.” she said.

More people came in, so we broke it off and I noticed Cindy hiding the books under the table. We took care of them, I had to help carry some suitcases out of a taxi, and when we finally sat back down together Cindy looked like she didn’t want to talk to me for some reason. Finally she turned to me and asked -

“What did you mean about a gaslight?”

I had no idea what she meant at first, then remembered, “The gaslight up on the 8th floor? That was the first thing I noticed when we went in.”

“What gaslight?”

“The one up at the top of the wall when you go inside.”

“There’s no gaslight in there.”

“Yeah there is.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah, it’s up at the top in a glass shade, it’s a little burning gas jet mounted on an iron, like... mounting. Why?”

“There’s no gas jet up there, it’s all electric light, Nancy Drew!” And Cindy pulled my Nancy Drew book out of the desk’s left drawer. “Is this YOURS?”

“Um, yeah, well,..”

“C’mon, Nancy, hey, wait a sec, what’s Nancy’s friend’s name?”

“Which one?”

She was leafing through the book, “Her friend, her sidekick, y’know.”

“Who? Bess? Or her boyfriend?”

“Who’s the boyfriend?”

“Ah, Ned?”

“NED! That’s it! I was so hot for Ned when I was twelve, he’s the original Ken doll. Hey, I’m Nancy Drew and you’re Bess.”

“No way, it’s my book and I’m Nancy.”

“Nope, I get to screw Ned so I’m Nancy. You’re her best friend and fan, that’s why you have the book, to read about my astounding adventures.”

“Nuh-uh, and there’s still a gaslight up there.”

“Look, you’re crazy! They wouldn’t have gas on up there, it’s dangerous! Are you kidding, it’s not well lit, but it’s all electric, I know because Mrs. Aldon had trouble finding the switch when she showed me up there on my first morning, and finally turned it on. There’s no gas.”

“I saw it.”

“There isn’t. The Mystery of the Gaslight. Starring me as Nancy and you as her dumb assistant.”

“Screw you!”

“That’s Ned’s job, and MAN is he good at it. Alright, you're her befuddled but well-meaning assistant Bess the Wonderdog. Bet you there isn’t one up there.”

“Bet you there is. What you want to bet?”

“Loser has to sleep in the cellar all night. Just kidding! Loser has to.... I don’t know.”

“Loser has to go to the 8th floor and see if it says “Gallows - Last Exit” over the back door? Or. Loser has to go to the 8th floor and stay in one of the cells?”

“I’ve done that. Pass.”

“You have? You’re kidding!”

“Yeah, during the day it’s no big deal. I was going to do it when we were up there, but you chickened out.”

“Loser has to...”

“Loser has to go right to the back of the 8th floor, yelling ‘Ghosts come out, come and see me, we’re not afraid of no,... um, he-bee-jeebees!”
“He-bee-jee-bees?”

She smiled, “It rhymes great. Bet?”

“Okay, bet! And Nancy, what’s Ned really like? You know what I mean.”

“He’s GREAT in the sack, but I gotta train him to take his socks off, Bess.” She looked at me with an evil grin. “He wants to fuck you too, he told me. I told him you were well-meaning but befuddled in bed. C’mon, lets go!” She stood up.

“Wait.” It was twenty to eleven. “Lets go up at eleven, then we can lock the front door. If we’re both going up.”

“We’re both going up. Scared?”

“Nope. We know where all the bodies are now. And it’s not on the 8th floor.”


 
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Posted: 2009-10-17 6:56 pm   Permalink

Do Canadian ghosts say, "Boo, eh?"

 
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MadDogMike
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Posted: 2009-10-17 8:05 pm   Permalink

Our local sewage treatment plant has an "eternal flame" that burns off the methane. I think the gas lamp burns off the ghost farts.

Great story so far Cammo, I'm starting to get a little spooked (but just a little )


 
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Cammo
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Posted: 2009-10-17 10:37 pm   Permalink

Hey GROG! Just ask Pamela, she's Canadian -



And MadMike, don't touch that dial!


 
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MadDogMike
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Posted: 2009-10-18 04:04 am   Permalink

You saying she's Canadian or that she's been mounted?

 
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