The Family Summer. A Haunt with love and caring...
- Wednesday, November 07 2007 @ 07:28 am UTC
- Contributed by: tomcat
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I wrote this second installment of my early paranormal life for friends on one of my other webs and thought I'd share it here with my new friends at HPI.... I hope you all like it - It is the story of my early paranormal life and my first encounters with the paranormal side of my very Scottish Highlander family...
As many of you asked for a continuance of my stories, I decided to write about the life I've led and a bit about a special house that blended the paranormal with the normal... My Great Grandmother Nonnie's home... Of course, I had promised to write of my Grandmother Bessie in the first installment, but it does seem that I should follow some progression of time to properly introduce the family and times to you.
As a very young man, I experienced a time when my own family couldn't take much of me and it was decided, at age 17 and a lot of raging hormones clattering about my Scottish frame, that I would spend a summer in our second home in Paradise, California. This home had been in the family since the early 20'th century. When my great Grandmother had it built, it cost $400.00 and was the spiritual center of the family then and on into the future. So, one fine June morning, I waved at my parents as they left me to watch over the home and I was filled with uncertainty, more than a little fear a being on my own and a sense of adventure as I entered young adulthood while trapped without a car in a remote mountain community....
As many of you asked for a continuance of my stories, I decided to write about the life I've led and a bit about a special house that blended the paranormal with the normal... My Great Grandmother Nonnie's home... Of course, I had promised to write of my Grandmother Bessie in the first installment, but it does seem that I should follow some progression of time to properly introduce the family and times to you.
As a very young man, I experienced a time when my own family couldn't take much of me and it was decided, at age 17 and a lot of raging hormones clattering about my Scottish frame, that I would spend a summer in our second home in Paradise, California. This home had been in the family since the early 20'th century. When my great Grandmother had it built, it cost $400.00 and was the spiritual center of the family then and on into the future. So, one fine June morning, I waved at my parents as they left me to watch over the home and I was filled with uncertainty, more than a little fear a being on my own and a sense of adventure as I entered young adulthood while trapped without a car in a remote mountain community....