Wednesday night I told of the humorous events surrounding lighting bug juice.. Tonight the event that brought it all to an end. By the time this event happened ,several of the original group had graduated to dating and some had joined the labor force and worked nights at one of the plants. Occasionally some of us would still get together and work the magic of the lighting bug juice. This particular night was the night before Halloween and we had talked a small group of three young ladies that were non believers to go to the Baker house and witness the glowing objects and just to be scared. I worked most nights till nine at Browns Gulf, so the plan was made that these young ladies would meet at the Gulf and we would go to the haunted house. There were two of us that were in on the caper and the three young ladies that traveled in my car to the destination. The other 4 that were in on it were to be at the house at 9 and wait for our arrival to start the windows and doors and what ever else they had planned , because they had told us they had something special planned for that night that would scare the pants off of everyone. We arrived at the Baker house amid a thunderstorm with lighting racing across the sky and claps of thunder .No rain . Perfect for a spooky good time. Took a flashlight with us but because of the lighting flashes it wasn’t really necessary. Got everyone into the house and started toward the stairs because we had told the girls if you looked out the second story window toward the graveyard you would see the image of a man hanging in the tree in the graveyard. Walked in and was waiting for the door to open then slam shut, didn’t happen. Waited for the windows to slam, didn’t happen. Waited for the green objects to float. Didn’t happen. Thought to myself that with the lighting, that the individuals would be exposed as being the objects floating around and the girls would suspect fraud. Thought maybe there were waiting for us to go upstairs before slamming doors and windows. Got to the foot of the stairs and started up. Made about three steps and a form of a monk appeared at the top of the stairs. Now I knew my friend were there and had planned something special but this old boy was scarred. The girls were screaming and yelling” we want to go back”, but we insisted that we continue up the stairs. Took two more steps and the Monk floated two steps down. Now there was lighting and thunder and screams . Talon Falls could never duplicate this scene. I thought out loud, don’t know how there are doing it but this is creepy. Took one more step ,Monk floated down. Long flash of lighting revealed that there were no wires, no fishing lines, no pulleys and there was definitely no one in the Monk costume. “Run”! was the only word I could utter. There were high pitched screams and those were mine. Made it to the car and locked the doors. Looked on the porch and the form was on the porch with an uplifted sleeve pointing in the direction of the road we had to travel to leave the house , this also led toward the graveyard. Turned the key and nothing, no lights , no radio, nothing.. I have to stop here and explain about my car. I owned a 1969 GTX, candy apple red, black vinyl top, black accent along the bottom. ,the motor was a 440 with 3 deuces on it and the motor had been balanced and blue printed. A few people got to drive the car but very few every got to touch the motor. I got out of the car and I am sure my mother would have been proud of the words I was using . I knew someone had pulled one of the cables on the battery. Headed to the hood latch and it also had hood pins before I got to the front of the car there was a streak of lighting close by, immediate clap of thunder and as I looked on the porch the monk became a blue vapor and vanished back into the house. Lights came on ,radio was blaring , girls were screaming. I got into the car and headed down the lane as I got close to where it runs into the road, I met another GTX with the others that were in on the event. I mention the GTX because some people my age will recall the other two GTX’s and who drove them so you can figure out who else was involved. Rolled the window down and they began to tell me they had waited for 2 hours for us to show up at the Snook Young place and got tired and thought they might find us at the Baker place. Asked them if they had been at the house ,emphatic no’s from the car because they were upset at waiting 2 hours for nothing. Went back to Princeton and told them what had happened. They didn’t really believe us but were convinced by the 3 girls. These 3 girls were from WKU and had come in for with another girl that attended WKU. They never came back. Next day went to the house . Looked around to see if there was any thing that could explain what had happened. On the stairs I found an old baby shoe. Now I had been in that house the day before the prank and many other times, there was no baby shoe anyplace to be found those times. Thought about a tombstone I had noticed in the graveyard. We had used the hanging tree as a stop on our haunts and someone would jump out from behind a tombstone to scare people as they were looking at the tree so I was familiar with the inscription on the tombstones. Stopped to read the inscription and on the grave was another shoe. Asked some of the old timers about any events that had taking place concerning the house and a baby. They told me what had happened. I never returned to the house and that brought an end to my lighting bug juice adventures.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 12:35:30 +0000
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