Archive for January, 2010
So my friend from graduate school has a bone chilling story I’ll relate to you guys, even if it may be more of a third-hand account.
She says that before she was born her mother was with her two brothers in old 10 story building that had been cleared out and was soon to be demoed. They are hanging out in the building and having some drinks when they decide to each break up and search the building for random things that might be of value.
So she is walking from room to room around the 5th story when she hears one of her brothers call her name and it sounds like hes in the room right behind her.
I was with my girlfriend and best mate at the time. Out of nowhere, he gets a call from his girlfriend, saying there was something in her house. Freaking out, we raced around there to find her outside, down her long driveway sitting on the road hysterically bawling her eyes out.
She was usually a composed, sensible young 22 year old woman, but she was a mess now. She couldn’t even speak properly, but managed to get the message out that ‘something was in her house’. The three of us that just arrived started to walk towards the house down the driveway to go check it out, at which stage I started to hear choking sounds. I turned to see my girlfriend had fallen to her knees, with her gaze fixed ahead on something down nearer the house, and she was choking and gasping for air. I ran back up beside her to help her, but she was unresponsive. I couldn’t get her to answer me when I asked her if she was alright, I tried to help her up but I couldn’t move her.
I was 17 and she was 18. She lived in this big old house and our little trick was I would come over at night when everyone had gone to bed and we would sneak down the basement, shag, and fall asleep. Then, in the morning before everyone woke up, I would put my clothes on, sneak upstairs and ring the doorbell (looking back, our little scheme was pretty transparent), she would let me in, and no one’s the wiser.
Except one morning our scheme backfired. We slept in, and despite her reassurance that this particular weekend her family (parents, 2 sisters, one brother) were all away, we awoke to the sound of footsteps above our head – and before I could react and plan my escape or hide properly, the footsteps started coming down the stairs. With no time to think, I bolt for the nearest door, open it, go inside, shut it quickly behind me. I am in the furnace room. The owner of the footsteps has now reached the basement. They belong to her father. He asks my gf at the time why is she down in the basement. She pretends to be all groggy and tells him that she must have fallen asleep watching a movie.
It is at this moment of stark terror that I feel a sudden and undeniable urge to piss. (more…)
Bash.org is a collection of amusing quotes from IRC (Internet Relay Chat).
<Hiroe> he was dressed as a big fuckin devil
<Hiroe> like, HUGE costume
<Hiroe> 8-foot lizard wings, giant horns on the head
<Hiroe> at some anime con [Japanese animation convention] in california
<Hiroe> they were double booked with a southern Baptist group in the same hotel
<Hiroe> he’s riding the elevator down to the con space
<Hiroe> doors open, little old baptist woman standing there
<Hiroe> he just says “Going Down” in his best evil voice
Source: Texas Escapes
For longer than anyone can remember, the story of “the lady in blue” has existed on the fringes of East Texas history and religion.
It supposedly began around 1639 when fifty members of the Jumano Indian tribe came to Mission Corpus Christi de la Isleta south of El Paso and asked for instructions in the Catholic faith.
When the astonished padres asked the Indians what motivated them to come to Isleta, they said their people living in East Texas had been visited by a beautiful lady who always wore a blue habit and taught them religion in their own language. The lady in blue, they said, urged them to search out missionaries to hear the word of God and be baptized.
At the time, Isleta and another mission, Nuestra Senora de Socorro, were originally in Mexico, but a change in the course of the Rio Grande River placed them on Texas soil.
Through his work, Father Alfonso de Benavides learned that Mother Maria de Jesus de Agreda, a cloistered abbess who lived in Spain, was the lady in blue.
Often consulted by King Phillip IV, Mother Maria said she visited the new world in a manner known as “bi-location,” a phenomena that allows one individual to appear personally in two places at the same time.
Tsutomu Yamaguchi died last week, at age 93.
Tsutomu Yamaguchi was a Japanese national who survived both the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombings during the Second World War. Although more than one hundred people are known to have been present in both cities when they were bombed, he is the only man to have been officially recognised by the government of Japan as surviving both explosions.
Yamaguchi lived and worked in Nagasaki, but in the summer of 1945 he went to Hiroshima on a business trip. On 6 August he was preparing to leave after three months in the city. At 8:15 he was making his way towards the docks when the American bomber Enola Gay dropped the Little Boy atomic bomb near the centre of the city, only 3 km away. The resulting explosion ruptured his eardrums, blinded him temporarily, and left him with serious burns over the left side of the top half of his body. Along with some colleagues he spent a night in an air-raid shelter before returning to Nagasaki the following day. In Nagasaki he received treatment for his wounds, and despite being heavily bandaged he reported for work on 9 August.
A New Year’s Eve winter squall was blowing hard outside Fort Henry, a dilapidated scattering of trapper’s cabins in what is now modern day Yellowstone Park, when in 1823, a grizzled and near lifeless silhouette appeared at the door. The crowd inside, a fur trading expedition surely a bit inebriated from the celebratory barrel of sour mash, looked on with shock at the figure in the tavern’s vestibule. It appeared, as though a ghost from their past had returned. But the man at the door, his eyes slivered in revenge, was very much alive.
And the trip he had endured over the past 4 months is quite possibly the greatest feat of human endurance in history.
In August, 1833, the well-known trapper, Hugh Glass, replied to an advertisement placed in the Missouri Gazette by General William Ashley, looking for 100 men to blaze a new trapping route north up the Missouri River and into a vast uncharted wilderness. Glass’s wilderness resume’ was impressive. Glass had once been attacked by Pawnee Indians as a young man and sentenced to death. In a last moment incident, which to this day remains somewhat a mystery, Glass was able to not only convince the chief to spare his life, but adopt him as an honorary Pawnee Indian. General Ashley was impressed enough with Glass that he included him in the one hundred men.