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Golden Biscuits
With
a flash, and over as soon as it began is how the first event
happened. Newlywed and living in a triplex house, we were to
experience two unexplainable events that remain as the first of many
such occurrences throughout our married lives.
Upon moving to our home on Marcie St., we were informed by our
neighbors, Bud and Terry, and Leon and Donna, that our house was
haunted. One evening while sitting at the
dinette, a
fireball materialized in the air about two feet above the floor. Our
dog, Spook, nearly jumped out
of her skin! No smoke and no sound, it was more like a phantom flash
bulb going off. In those days we bought a light bulb for every
indoor photograph we wished to take. In an instant it was over.
The second event had its beginning earlier when I still lived in my
parent’s home. I came into possession of a mysterious vinyl disk. It
was a long-playing record album as we used then to play music.
Sometime before my marriage, the album disappeared. On numerous
occasions, I searched for it to no avail. Oddly enough, this very
record had a prior history of disappearance.
In time I moved to a little house across from the Cow Town Saloon,
where my new brother in law asked to play the album. Sweet Mom
searched once again for the absent platter.
We moved to the house on Marcie St. where again we repeated our
futile quest. One night, while relaxing in the bedroom of our
purportedly haunted house, we were startled by a noise coming from
the living room. Rushing to investigate the disturbance, strangely,
we found nothing. Returning to the bedroom,
lo and
behold, there it was! Next to the bed and beneath the stereo was
my neatly stacked record collection. Protruding about three inches
from the stack was Three Dog Night's, “Golden Biscuits”.
©06/20/08
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