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too late. screw work. tell the stories.
Ok, it's close enough to lunch time to start early:
I went to college at St. Mary's College of Maryland. It's in a pretty remote county in southern MD. Down at the very tip of the county is an area known as Point Lookout. Currently it is a state park with all the nice trimmings. In the 1860's it was one of the largest Union POW camps of the Civil War. It is estimated that nearly 14,000 soldiers died there. In fact, one mass grave which is now depicted by a monument has nearly 4,000 bodies in it. The conditions there were beyond horid.
Well, if you go down there at night, it is not uncommon to hear men moaning, the sounds of coughing, seeing apparitions appearing walking between the trees, fighting (hand to hand struggles), or even the gentle tug at your clothes as you walk through the park. I have witnessed this on many occasions. I was a skeptic of the supernatural until I found this place!!!!
Away from school though, my friends moved into a house they purchased from their grandmother's estate after she passed away. Both the grandmother and grandfather had passed away in the house. The grandfather, whom I never met, was rumored to be a very mean man. The grandmother was gentle, but never liked my friend's wife. In fact, she would be downright mean to her.
After they moved into the house, they decided to update the decor. The wife was in the midst of painting their bedroom one day when she turned to notice a wall she just painted covered in hand prints. There was nobody else in the house, but she took pics of them. The pics showed the hand prints, but now we can't find them (go figure). This freaked her out a bit. As she continued painting, wierd things would happen; paint tip over on the new carpet, ladder would fall over, she ended up with a paint stripe on her clothes some how...
Finally she got fed up with it, put the brush down, and said, "Damn it, (grandfather's name). We live here now. I know you loved this house and you did a lot of work on it. But you're f#$king dead now. Get over it. We live here and we're going to stay. If you want to do something, pick up a f#$king brush and help me paint this wall. Ok?!!?!?!?!" To this day, freaky things happen in the house, but most of them seem for the good, with only the errant practical joke type anomaly.
That's enough for now...I need to eat.