tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post751795772128714277..comments2024-03-29T09:54:57.650+00:00Comments on Going Gently: The Face At The WindowJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-28132998841843267482017-02-08T17:30:35.549+00:002017-02-08T17:30:35.549+00:00Nothing has frightened me like that in recent memo...Nothing has frightened me like that in recent memory. So glad to live in an apartment building!Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51970162805573701482017-02-08T17:30:19.528+00:002017-02-08T17:30:19.528+00:00Maybe it was a ghost.Maybe it was a ghost.Dawn rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16658109186284804182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-87213796909931519852017-02-08T04:19:19.973+00:002017-02-08T04:19:19.973+00:00I love that chicken, but I feel for you. :DI love that chicken, but I feel for you. :DT.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-20699554352657105382017-02-08T04:18:19.644+00:002017-02-08T04:18:19.644+00:00LOL!
LOL!<br />T.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-65820632431067082752017-02-08T03:57:39.557+00:002017-02-08T03:57:39.557+00:00Last year, we were visiting my sister in Texas for...Last year, we were visiting my sister in Texas for the first time. In the middle of the night, a siren went off and we had no idea at first what it was. When it dawned on us that it was a tornado warning, we scrambled down the steps to the basement. My sister's dog was too scared to move and was in the middle of her bed, crying. I flew back up the stairs, grabbed the dog, and as I came down, I looked at the sky through her transom over the front door, and there was "the finger of God", a tornado. Luckily, the dog and I made it in time to the storm cellar. My sister lost her roof and patio furniture and I will never spend the night there again.Mary Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338257247926089751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-28010069220629727302017-02-08T03:55:38.213+00:002017-02-08T03:55:38.213+00:00A friend of mine on a tour of England stopped at a...A friend of mine on a tour of England stopped at an old church along with a bus full of tourists who all trooped through the door except for her. She was freezing cold and could not move past that door although she tried several times. No one else felt a thing and she is not the kind of person who believes in such things.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-56706324899849084112017-02-08T02:29:24.824+00:002017-02-08T02:29:24.824+00:00A neighbour down the street.
I had talked to his ...A neighbour down the street. <br />I had talked to his 14 year old son before, this is how he knew me. A few months later he did the same thing with another girl but was caught.Alexahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09662840913535588511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-75585162404963082632017-02-08T01:50:49.055+00:002017-02-08T01:50:49.055+00:006!6!Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11044809479022489978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-26396704028164593912017-02-08T00:05:32.400+00:002017-02-08T00:05:32.400+00:00Around 1984-85 we bought a house on three acres in...Around 1984-85 we bought a house on three acres in N. Calif. The couple who owned it had divorced and it had been up for sale for a couple of years and was used as a rental. When we went to view it the first time, it was occupied by a youngish couple and their three boys. The husband was a pastor at a local church. The wife remarked to us fondly that the boys were very special to her. Later we found out that at one point while they were living there she had tried to commit suicide--unsucessfully, thank goodness. The emergency medical team had to come, though, from what I heard later. <br /><br />I think that house had a lot of bad energy pent up in it. I sometimes would awake at night to what appeared to be a swirling, black, amorphous cloud over me near the ceiling. And one night, (my heart starts pounding at the thought), I woke up to the sound of someone running loudly up the stairs to our second floor bedroom. I'm a light sleeper, but my husband was sound asleep. I sat bolt upright in the bed, expecting whoever it was to come bursting into the room. But he stopped at the doorway and I swear he was breathing hard from the exertion and trying to restrain himself in what I sensed was anger, or at least some strong emotion. I just sat there, frozen, until the dark form gradually disappeared. Was it something left over from the suicide attempt, or from the negative energy left in the house? I never had any other experiences like that after we eventually moved to another place.TexasTrailerParkTrashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02299289643138589897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-8099258823064133172017-02-07T23:04:18.652+00:002017-02-07T23:04:18.652+00:00Why am I reading this at night accompanied only by...Why am I reading this at night accompanied only by a deaf lame shepherd, a Pomeranian and a Puppy? I'm going to be jumpy for a week!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15191720974656829245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88716577133013506262017-02-07T22:54:05.454+00:002017-02-07T22:54:05.454+00:00Bloody hellBloody hellJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-77477941189380987872017-02-07T22:51:27.303+00:002017-02-07T22:51:27.303+00:00I was home one night watching tv in a ground floor...I was home one night watching tv in a ground floor flat. My bedroom had mirrored wardrobes and was next to the toilet. I popped in for a quick wee, leaving the door open, as you do when alone and saw a bloke at the window who was watching me via the mirrored wardrobes. He was close up to my bedroom window furiously wanking! He was fuck ugly too. Frugal in Buckshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637007004041752433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22232029836590206522017-02-07T21:29:59.355+00:002017-02-07T21:29:59.355+00:00The underplaying of this paragraph astounds me
Jan...The underplaying of this paragraph astounds me<br />Janice! How awful..how bloody awfulJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-21791232218335893422017-02-07T21:26:58.757+00:002017-02-07T21:26:58.757+00:00This! This is true threat and not only fear. This ...This! This is true threat and not only fear. This is also modern history, not to be forgotten. Hug!Onevikinggirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07332629675054714173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-89397443663589603952017-02-07T21:25:36.422+00:002017-02-07T21:25:36.422+00:00Bloody hell.....who the fuck was it? Bloody hell.....who the fuck was it? John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-7501713295800034362017-02-07T21:24:08.583+00:002017-02-07T21:24:08.583+00:00What happened....?What happened....?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-64267069097303859952017-02-07T21:19:08.112+00:002017-02-07T21:19:08.112+00:00Trump got elected. Trump got elected. Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17822528453563683772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22719460286110361102017-02-07T20:38:58.828+00:002017-02-07T20:38:58.828+00:00Years ago - being followed - closely - in the dark...Years ago - being followed - closely - in the dark.<br />Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61813378303194212132017-02-07T20:32:41.376+00:002017-02-07T20:32:41.376+00:00One incidence that really frightened me i:
When ...One incidence that really frightened me i: <br />When I was 15 my parents and I went to visit friends who lived in a beautiful region near the Baltic Sea. Grown-ups, kids - we all had a blast but the accomodations weren tiny. I was the eldest and did a lot of baby-sitting for both families, so as a sign of appreciation I was offered to sleep in the holiday flat next to us, which was vacant. The flat was on the ground floor in the next building and faced a huge private garden. Almost the entire bedroom-wall was windows with a glas door to the padio, facing wild flowers, bushes and trees. Very romantic at daytime. Pitch-black dark at nights and very - quiet.<br />Until one time I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. The bed was underneath one of these giant windows and it felt like something, somebody, was next to me. And there it was: A soft scratching of the glas and a voice whispering my name: "Alexandra". Silence. Darkness. Then again:"Alexandra!" Somebody was moving to the glass door... In these moments I understood the phrase of `blood curdling in your veins`, because it really does. <br />I was lucky to somehow make it out there. <br />Up to this day I stay in top floor apts. only.<br />Alexahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09662840913535588511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-53332977928229203672017-02-07T20:08:21.252+00:002017-02-07T20:08:21.252+00:00Ho.lee.crap. Stories like that make me miss my (b...Ho.lee.crap. Stories like that make me miss my (big) dogs. When my husband was away for the night, one slept at the top of the stairs outside my room, the other slept in my doorway.<br />Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09882103394413188301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-29513420011109521022017-02-07T20:06:30.174+00:002017-02-07T20:06:30.174+00:00Very long story cut short. 1973 in Belfast N. Irel...Very long story cut short. 1973 in Belfast N. Ireland, alone in an old office building at lunch time. Being held at gunpoint by the IRA who were looking for an undercover British army operation. Sounds like a movie. I really thought I was going to die. Can still see their faces to this day 43 years later.Janicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465050441931715127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-74762728009561080362017-02-07T19:25:21.288+00:002017-02-07T19:25:21.288+00:00HELLS TEETH THAT IS SCARYHELLS TEETH THAT IS SCARYJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-46865397228364450282017-02-07T19:17:58.531+00:002017-02-07T19:17:58.531+00:00Recently my 15 year old coming home from school an...Recently my 15 year old coming home from school and about to put his key in the lock as I ( I am slightly deaf) opened said door. Me "OMG eeek" - him "muuuuuuum" as only teenagers do.Sandycathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06814344959991272496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-5099341809423984392017-02-07T19:12:27.757+00:002017-02-07T19:12:27.757+00:00Many years ago now, when I was 17 or 18, my family...Many years ago now, when I was 17 or 18, my family lived in a three storey terraced house, with the main living rooms on the first floor. The ground floor had a utility room, loo, and a spare room, which I had as my bedroom. One night, I was woken up by the sound of a lighter being repeatedly flicked on. I opened my eyes to see a figure, lit by the glow of a lighter, leaning over my dressing table. Assuming it was a family member, I sat up and asked them what they wanted, at which point they turned and ran out of the room, towards the front door. I think I spent about 5 minutes frozen in place, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Eventually I gathered up my courage to get up, creep past the wide open front door, and climb up to the other bedrooms, on the second floor. I woke my mum first, and was told I was dreaming and to go back to bed! It took getting my dad up and showing him my jewellery and a vintage clock from the hallway were gone, before we could convince her we'd been robbed! Needless to say, I slept with a bloody big knife under my pillow for a long time after that!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13668933184996701985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-3748261494083121232017-02-07T18:51:42.890+00:002017-02-07T18:51:42.890+00:00Mrs X.Mrs X.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.com