#1978 The Polter-grandpa My mom’s side of the family is incredibly superstitious and will often say things about our dead relatives like, “Grandpa was in the room when X happened” or “X happened because Grandma was upset.” Because I’ve never been present for any of these ghostly “appearances” and because my family can be willfully dramatic (and because I hate spooky stuff), I’ve written most of these stories off. Until my sister’s bachelorette party weekend. We went to a cabin in the woods of Massachusetts with her closest friends and our cousins. It was the first night and we had been drinking, getting progressively more personal as the evening wore on. Family stories were swapped, and my eldest cousin was telling my sister’s friends about our spectral grandfather. To cite an example, my cousin told them how her own daughter, Kiersten, had been babysitting for a young girl when the girl decided to draw a picture of Kiersten. But when she was finished, there were three figures in the drawing. Kiersten pointed to the extra figures and asked, “Who are these people?” And the little girl said, “Those are the angels that follow you around.” Kiersten said, “What angels?” The girl said, “Harry.” So Kiersten asked, “Which one is Harry?” And the little girl said, “Both.” Which, *cue the organ music*, are both my grandfather’s and recently deceased uncle’s name. All of my sister’s friends looked adequately spooked, so I, tipsy and indignant, made a loud argument about how *I’ve* never been present for this sort of thing and how these stories are always told second-hand and the odds and the statistics and the superstitious nature of our family and blah blah blah. Right as my cousin opened her mouth to protest, BANG, every light in the cabin went out, and because there were no lights for miles (again, the woods), it was too dark to even see each other. We all sat screaming in the pitch black. Terrified, I jumped up and flew into my cousins lap and started loudly, drunkenly apologizing to no one in particular. When I was done, for no reason at all, the lights flickered back on. We had no other electrical issues for the remainder of the weekend. Grandpa made his point. - Battle Hawk ADMIN(~Sabbath): ahhaa nice one bud (y)
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 04:49:43 +0000
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