UNTITLED TALES
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I live in
the town of Niagara-on-the-Lake Ontario, Canada, near Niagara Falls. I
have two true stories that happened many years ago.
Story
One...
When I was fifteen years old, in 1960, I was out with some
friends with our .22 caliber rifles just having some fun.
There was myself, my best friend C., another friend D.
As
we were headed for the woods we saw a couple other friends that had theIr B.B.
guns, so we all met up and were walking
through the woods on a lovely warm day.
As we passed through the
woods, (called the Oak Grove or Paradise Grove)
we were approaching the Niagara river road. One of the boys yelled COPS!,
a Niagara parks police car was coming down the road. They all dropped
their guns and ran. I unloaded mine quickly;
it was a bolt action, and ran,
keeping my gun with me. As it turned out the cop had somehow I guess called
to three of the boys and they were caught. The three were J.M.,
J.P., and D.A. The cop asked the boys to go and get the guns that
had been dropped. As J.P. was picking up one of the
.22 calibers, his finger was on the trigger and it
accidentally went off. J.D. was one of the boys with
the BB guns and was not used of the sensitive rifle trigger. J.M.
just happened to be in front of him and the bullet went through his heart,
and he died right there within about a minute. His last words were,
"Why did you do it?". He was 12 years old.
Two years later, at about 11
P.M., I just happened to go out near the spot where J.M.
had been shot. I was with another friend
who has not been there at the time of the shooting, and I had made a pipe
bomb and wanted to try it out where no one could catch me. We went to the
Niagara river bank and set the bomb on the side of the bank and lit the fuse,
then ran behind a tree. Afterwards, we started walking
home down the river road. It was absolutely pitch black out,
with no lights anywhere.
We heard
a beckoning whistle coming from the woods. This was no ordinary whistle-it
was a whistle that only three or four boys could do. We yelled something like
over here, or who is it, I
can't remember. The whistle came again as if saying over here and we yelled
again. I heard the whistle I think three times,
it was very definite. I was very stunned as I knew no
one would ever be out here in the woods at that time of night. This was the
first time I had ever been out there at night and I was on the road. Then I
stopped in my tracks and realized I was near the spot where J.M.
had been shot. I can still hear that whistle in my mind because it was one that
J.M. could do.
Story 2
This one really scared the s--- out of me. It happened
about twenty years ago. At the time I was about thirty-seven, a grown man with
three children, including a son twelve years old.
I was out for a walk by
myself near the edge of town on land known as the
Common. On the Common is an
old building which was used as a private residence when I was a kid,
rented by families possibly from the government. In my early years, they used a
small room in the building for "Boys Town"and
"Girl Guides", and later on when I
was a teenager as "Teen Town", where we went every Friday night for teen
dancing. This was in the early 1960s.
The building I believe was from the time
of the war of 1812. It as well as
the whole town, would have been burnt down during the war and then rebuilt on
the same spot. It was used as an officers quarters in the
first and second World Wars and at one time was used as a golf clubhouse,
golf having been played on the
Common. Because of the historic value of the building they
stated to restore it to its original splendor.
When I was out for my walk I
noticed that the front door to the building was open.
(As it was under
renovation at that time.) Well, I had never been all through the building, so I
thought this was a good time to do it. So in I went and had a look at the spot
where I used to sit while waiting for a dance at teen town. Then off I went to
the rest of the building. I found some stairs leading up
with a bend in them; it was kind of like a MAZE in there. Anyway,
I got up to an attic. It was pitch black,
except for light shining through
cracks.
I was just standing there in one spot looking and thinking when I heard
heavy foot steps on the roof right above my head. The steps would walk three or
four paces, stop, then
walk three or four more as though
saying, "I know you are in there and I'm
going to get you". Well, I was scared as hell, and
with some confusion managed
to
get outside as fast as possible.
Once outside, I ran away from the building
looking up at the roof. There was no one there. There was no one anywhere. The
building is out in an open field you can not run away from it without being
seen. There were no branches from trees hitting the roof. I have no explanation
for this event.
-Unsigned.