I've asked some of my friends to e-mail me with some of their strange experiences.Here are a few so far.
My friend Kelly G. wrote me about her work-place
Shawn, Supposedly Local Boys is haunted by it's owner Steve who died of brain cancer several years ago. While working there I experienced some eerieness. My coworker "Marsha" and I were closing up and putting money away and getting ready to leave when we heard what sounded like someone pushing boxes down and we freaked out. Marsha went to get a gun we had hidden thinking that we had an intruder. When we scouted the premises, there was no one there and no boxes were knocked over either. Another creepy story about the store occured while I worked there shortly after the previous owner sold to the current owners. There was a hanging light fixture hung in the office by none other than Steve. Well apparently this light fixture had been hanging there for many years attached to a beam in the ceiling. One evening while counting money and conversing with employees the owner "Gina" had a gut feeling to move her chair to the far corner of the room and suddenly the light came crashing down landing exactly where Gina was sitting before she had moved. The beam hadn't broken and neither had the chain on which the light was attached, yet somehow the chain detached itself from the beam. Was it an effort by Steve to rid the store of the owner and maintain control beyond the grave??? I guess we will never know. Kelly
My friend Tim wrote me about some of the things he's seen since moving to New Orleans
Hi Shawn, Hope all is well with you. We never experienced any haunts until we moved to New Orleans. Since coming here, I can attest to about five supernatural happenings. The first was when our apartment house was totally empty of other occupants for the first time in many years. We kept hearing this rustling sound at the end of our little hall- behind some bookshelves. Our two cats were scared stiff , just staring towards the noise with huge eyes, when suddenly we heard the very loud sound of glass crashing. Very odd and we still don't know what it was and it never happened again. The home was constructed in circa 1880's, so many souls had been in and passed through it. The second really odd occurrence happened about 1996. A friend and I had been out partying all night when we drove by St. Louis Cemetery , located just north of the French Quarter. It was when we were very near Marie Laveau's tomb that I mocked the practice of people putting markings and gifts on her tomb for voodoo favors granted. As soon as I said that my car windshield cracked all the way across. My friend and I were freaked out. There was not a soul (living at least) any where in sight and it was about 7am and very light. I pulled over a cop who told me that some kids had been throwing things off of an over pass that was near. Well we were no where near that overpass that morning. A few months later ,while loading some film into our camera in the car, a dead-on picuture was accidently taken of the cracked windshield. Perhaps as a reminder to not make fun of Marie Lavou. Suffice it to say that I do not make fun of any religions now.... especially voodoo. We have experienced a series of odd occurrences at the 1933 home that we purchased and renovated. Richard told me that one night he woke up to find a woman standing at the foot of his bed. She was dressed in a black dress that appeared to be from the 30's or 40's. He said that she also wore a hat and did nothing but stand there then fade away. Of course I said whatever and to stop eating so much spicy food before retiring for the night. I did not believe him. Well about this time in 2002 we had another very odd happening. Richard was in the front bedroom, on the computer, and I was exercising to loud music in the back bedroom. I was twenty minutes into my twenty-five minute routine when I heard what sounded like someone banging extremely loudly on the window near me. I thought that it was Richard messing with me until he came back to me within seconds asking what that loud noise was. I told him that I thought that he had hit on the window, but then we supposed that it must have been gunfire. I said that I was going to finish my aerobic exercise and then we could go outside (8pm and dark) and see if we had bullet holes in our home. Richard went out alone anyway and could not find and bullet holes. He did tell me however that he detected the real strong odor of cigar smoke. How odd I thought to myself, because my neighbor Mark Tullier and I had just been talking about how his old uncle had lived and died in our home. His nasty old , cigar smoking uncle, would make Mark ( when a kid) give him a kiss in order to get candy money. I called our next door neighbor, Earl, and ask him if he had heard the loud noise. He said that it had awakened him from a good sleep. I told him that we did not find any signs of bullet holes and we said good night to each other. The next day we were talking over our french- as we often do- when we started talking about the weird noise that happened the previous night. He said " Oh yeah, that was my dead Dad knocking on my window, he's done that many times" Richard and I just stared at each other. I told Earl that the loud banging was at my window. Richard said it was at his window and Earl said it was at his window. Earl informed us that his Dad and the old cigar smoking uncle were best of friends and that he must be in on the haunts too. He also said that the woman at the foot of Richard's bed described how the lady of the house used to dress on Sundays. We were flabbergasted! Earl certainly never told us anything about haunts when we first met and spoke with him about this house before purchasing it. He has lived next door to our home since 1934 and is an invaluable resource. We have also seen our shower faucets slowly turn and shut off the hot water while using the shower. Harmless, but strange. That’s about all that I can recall. I have so much reading and studying to do for school, that I can't believe I wrote all of this. Oh well, I like to share these oddities with people who are interested. We will probably be in Wichita Falls for a very short time around Thanksgiving. Maybe we will see you. Take care. Tim
