Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

Dear diary, I’ve had better days


Note to self be sure to check under the hood of the car before driving away. That’s all I’m going to say about that 😦

 I’m in a  bit of a dark mood and it’s Friday so I thought no better time than now for a little ghost story. Here goes…



Back in the late seventies there were two young girls who had far too much time on their hands. They spent many evenings making prank phone calls in the basement of little Debbie’s house. One particular evening they reached an old woman who thought for sure that these little girls were the granddaughters she had not seen for several years and insisted that they come for a visit. So the very next day these two curious little girls set out to find the old house in the camp ground that belonged to the lonely old woman and her sickly husband.  The visit was strange but pleasant and lasted a few hours. The old couple talked about old times and memories that the girls had no knowledge of but went along with. They ate cookies and had tea. The house was in disrepair and full of old musty smelling furnishings. Finally after hours of reminicsing and looking at pictures of unfamiliar faces, it was time for the gravely ill old man to take a nap. He moved at an extremly slow pace and had a very strange color cast about him. His presence kind of scared the little girls but they were polite and said nothing. The old woman was kind but very sad so the girls hugged her and went on their way with a promise to visit the very next day. This visit had been so very strange and hard to explain. The girls didn’t speak much about the old couple or the visit the rest of the day but the next day, shortly after breakfast, just as promised, the girls set out on their bicycles to visit their newly adopted grandparents. When they reached the old cottage style house it looked different, empty in fact. They knocked and knocked but no one answered the door. One girl, who shall remain nameless, peeked inside the windows and was shocked by what she saw- nothing. The house was completely empty except for a few cobwebs and an old broom leaning against the wall. The girls were completely stunned and left the camp grounds without saying a word. After that day they rarely spoke about what had happened to the old couple in the rickety little house or if in fact the visit ever happened at all. That house still stands today and it still looks empty.

This my friends is a very true story. I miss you Debbie and as for my adopted grandparents in the old house- I just don’t know what to say.

That’s all I can handle today.


July 17, 2009 - Posted by | family woes, me, saga | , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. Holy moly, are you serious?!?!? Spooooookkeee. I love the photo of the old typewriter. Beautiful. Is it yours? Have you seen Vanessa’s in her tree? teehee. The shot of Ricky-Bobbie is fantastic. Love the expression on his face. Sending you sprinkles of desert sunshine on the wings of a sparrow to brighten your day. **kisskiss** Deb

    Comment by Deborah | July 17, 2009

  2. Wow Junie, what a day. I’m so, so sorry to hear about the poor kitten. Such sadness.

    That story is crazy spooky. Please take a picture of that house – I think you need to.


    Comment by Lucinda | July 17, 2009

  3. Yikes! ok, when you say true story – I thought ok. But you actually experiencing it? More yikes! You know the creepy feeling you feel behind your neck? Aaauuuggghhhh I don’t think I would want to experience something like that. Then again, those couple must have been really nice for you to want to go back there for a visit. Still . . . creepy!

    Comment by MyThoughtsMyVoice | July 17, 2009

  4. I like your ghost story. I feel that the line between life and death gets blurred sometimes. That people from the other side are able to interact with us when we least expect it. Just like what happened to you.

    Comment by Shell | July 17, 2009

  5. junie, this was an amazing story, i love it! you always hear about stuff like that, but…

    Comment by libby | July 18, 2009

  6. A great story but a sad one too. I can just imagine the feeling of looking inside and seeing nothing.

    Comment by Ricardo | July 20, 2009

  7. Great, strange story! Love the typewriter photo.

    Comment by kelly | July 26, 2009

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