hauntedliving

My friend Joey called me one night last week to tell me about a video on Youtube.  It is actually a recording of a man talking in a chat room.  It is a little confusing to me just who is supposed to be talking on the video but it sounds like Elvis Presley.  I believe it may be Jon Cotner. I am not saying he sounds sort of like Elvis.  The person speaking sounds exactly like Elvis.  Many people can sing like Elvis but no one until now has ever talked exactly like Elvis. Go to Youtube and do a search for Elvis Mystery Man and listen to the first video on the list.  You will see what I mean about talking just like Elvis.

In the recording he asks the other chat members to push 777 if they are in agreement with him.  Now the number 7 is a very significant number in religion.  It is God’s perfect number.  The number 7 in Hebrew means to cease, desist, or rest.  Seven also completes the colors of the spectrum of the rainbow. It satisfies the notes of the scales of music. I decided to research the numbers as they would pertain to Elvis.  I found some interesting facts.

We all know that Elvis died in 1977 so we have two sevens to start with. Below is a list of important events in the life of Elvis Presley that have a 7.

He was named one of the 10 outstanding young men of the nation for 1970.

He made his come back in 1970.

He bought Graceland in 1957.

Graceland sits on 13.7 acres.

When he died he was reading The Scientific Search for the Face of Jesus, published in 1972.

His Mother, Gladys, bought him his first guitar when he was 12 in 1947.

Heartbreak Hotel spent 17 weeks at number 1 on Billboards Country Chart.

The lightest Elvis ever weighed as an adult was 170 lbs.

The first musical video of all time was Jailhouse Rock in 1957.

He met Led Zeppelin in 1973.

He met Richard Nixon in 1970.

More people watched Elvis; Aloha from Hawaii in 1973 than watched Neil Armstrong walk on the moon.

His records have spent a total of 79 weeks at the number 1 position in the U.S.

One of his favorite movies was the Magnificent Seven.

Many people have impersonated Elvis including Jon Cotner, Jimmy the Jam, Jon Burrows, and Silve Nora.  Silve by the way is Elvis spelled backwards while Nora is Aron spelled backwards.

Is he really dead or is he alive?  Many of his fans wish for him to be alive, including me.  Elvis if you are out there please leave a comment here so the world will know the truth.

I just want to give a shout out to my top droppers who also have great blogs.  These are my top droppers that were listed by Entrecard. Sorry I can’t quite figure out this link thing so you will have to copy and paste to view their blogs. I wish I could name all the great droppers but time and space limit that.

www.salamsmkserian.blogspot.com

www.basketballdaily.today.com

www.techspotlight.today.com

www.celebritiesinpantyhoseandtights.blogspot.com

www.methinkyou.com

www.beyondferon.com

www.ryanmerydithfrancis.com

www.lolfactory.blogspot.com

www.shinyadornments.com

www.crotchety-old-man-yells-at-cars.blogspot.com

www.growingupme.today.com

During the two years I lived in Columbus, Georgia I would go out to clubs with girlfriends.  There would usually be three or four of us in our group.  We felt it was safer to go out in numbers.  It also took out the strain of meeting someone who just insisted on driving us home. This way if we met someone we liked we would give them our phone number and take it slow.  I was a very careful who I dated so this was perfect for me. 

One night we had plans to go to the Country Palace where the band members were friends of mine.  A radio station was covering the club that night also and their mascot was a duck.  We had only been there a few minutes when in walks a duck.  He was about six feet two inches tall and yellow.  I turned to one of my friends and said “I thought I saw a Tweety Bird, I did, I did” and we all got a big laugh out of that.  The big grin dropped off my face when the duck came to our table and took my hand.  In a goofy duck voice he asked me to dance and surprising even myself I said yes.  He was an expert dancer who knew the right way to hold a woman when dancing.  After the dance was over he steered me to an empty table.  I gave my amused friends a look, shrugged, and sat down with the duck.  For the next three hours we held an interesting conversation even though he continued to talk in duck talk.  We danced many dances and even had some drinks.  He had to drink from a straw, which as the time went by, became kind of cute.  We parted that night; me to go home with my friends and he to duck world.  I never saw the real person under the duck suit nor did I ever learn his name.  It was a night of living in a fairy tail and a night I will never forget. 

I recently wrote a blog that sparked controversy and anger. I want to clear some things up about the intent of the blog.  First of all; I wrote about a person who I had been told was a playboy bunny.  Let me point out that when this person was supposed to have been a bunny was many years ago.  Second thing is; there is a difference between a bunny and a playmate.  A playmate posed nude while a bunny worked in a club and wore a bunny outfit. The outfit covered more that most bathing suits cover today. A bunny never posed nude.  Their only job was to serve drinks to the customers in the club.  It was not much different than working at Hooters is today.  Second point I want to make is they had to be very pretty and have a nice body.  Only the prettiest young women were chosen for the jobs. The person I wrote about is a natural born beauty who did not have to change what God gave her to be beautiful.  She has never enhanced her body with surgery to be beautiful.  She is 100 percent a lady.  My blog was not to demean her.  If someone thought I had at one time been a bunny I would have been flattered.  I offer an apology to her if I offended her in any way.  I offer an apology to all who were hurt and offended by my blog. I admired her for how she always looked.  My blog was supposed to show how love can be strange and blind.  How my husband loves me no matter how I look, dress, or smell.  How a person looks is only a very small part of love.  I guess I did not make my point clear. I used bad judgment when I wrote the blog.

Even though it may have seemed like I was judging this person, I was not.  I am not that kind of person.  I look inside people to their heart instead of what is on the outside.  I have been judged harshly by some for the friends I have.  One of my friends owns a strip club, one is an arson investigator, and one is with the GBI, while another is in the Mafia.  I have friends who are with the sheriffs department, police department, and some who have been in prison.  I have friends who are Christian, Moslems, Wicca, atheists, pagan, Odem followers, and other religions.  Heck one of my friends is a vampire.   My friends come in all colors and from all countries.  I would rather be friends with someone who has been in jail than someone who thinks they are better than the rest of us.  We all stumble through life making mistakes for none of us are perfect.  Least of all me.

Before I married my husband, Jeff, he and his friend, Joey had a gospel group.  They would play at churches, home comings, nursing homes, and even tent revivals.  Some of the churches they played at were very small rural churches.

The fans gave Jeff the nickname of Jumping Jeff for the way he would dance around when he really got into the music.  Joey on the other hand, once he got into the music would sound exactly like Elvis Presley.  The fans said he he acted like Enos; a character on Dukes of Hazzard so they gave him the name of Enos Presley.

On one occasion they were going to play at one of the small churches.  When they got to the church Joey and Jeff unloaded and set up all the equipment inside the church.  As this was a somewhat dirty job they would wear everyday clothes until the job was done then change into dress shirt and slacks.  This night when they were finished setting up the equipment they asked for directions to the bathroom so they could change into their dress clothes.  They were taken back when they were informed there was no bathroom.  After some discussion on where they could change they decided their only choice was the back of the van.  Dressing in the van was difficult in the dark cramped space.  Unable to see there was some clothes swapping until they were finally dressed in their own clothes and ready to go on stage.

Joey and Jeff entered the church from a side door and joined the rest of the group on stage.  During the time they were singing and playing they noticed the people were really getting into the music.  People were smiling, laughing, and pointing.  Even a family member who was enjoying the music with the other people was pointing.  When it was time for a break Joey turned to Jeff and told him the people were really enthused about the music.  It was at this time that the friend walked up to the group and told Joey he had forgotten to zip his pants up.  Not only were his pants undone but seven inches of snow white shirt was hanging out of the black pants for the world to see.

Two women have single handily stopped the drought in middle Georgia and no one knows.  Their story is an untold secret and the world does not know of their super powers as of yet.  I am going to spill the beans and tell the whole world how these two mild mannered women have saved the south from drying up and becoming the next Sahara.  But first some back ground on the drought conditions in the south.

We have been in drought conditions for about six years with some wet months which did not help the conditions because of extremely dry months that followed.  During the spring and summer of 2008 we were about eight to ten inches below normal rainfall.  During the month of May alone we usually receive five to six inches of rain in a normal year but during the month of May of 2008 we received less than an inch.  We were suffering from the drought until we were saved by these two wonder women.

I need a drum roll here for I am going to unveil their secret identities. The two women are my youngest daughter and her mother-in-law.  How did they stop the drought?  Well… when their dryer caught on fire they decided to wait on buying a new one.  They made the brilliant decision to hang the laundry out on a clothesline.  Once they hung the laundry out we began to get three and four days of rain in a row.  This went on for months until last week when they purchased a new dryer.  Now that they have the dryer our weather forecast for the next ten days is sunny with no rain in sight!  Ladies please know how grateful we are to your help but if we go back into the drought will you sacrifice your dryer?

Most of the time living in a haunted house is just like living in a normal house.  It is not like we see a ghost each day of the week.  We even forget it is haunted until we see a dark creeping shadow or a door opens all by its self.  We have creepy things happen but they are just not on a daily basis…more like about two or three times a month.  Weird things happen more during cold weather for some reason.  I have been told it is because of static electrically but don’t quote me on that.  Let me say it is not a bad haunting.  In fact the ghost here are quite nice and gentle in a way. 

My daughter, Daisy, who also lives here, refuses to admit the house is haunted even though she saw a ghost one night about a year ago. Daisy was sitting in the living room watching TV with her brother when she felt someone watching her.  When Daisy turned her gaze to the hall she was shocked to see a strange woman staring intently at her.  The woman looked to be in her thirties and was dressed in antebellum attire.  It appeared the woman was standing in Daisy’s bedroom but leaning partially out the doorway.  Daisy only saw her for a few seconds until the woman disappeared.  Now Daisy thinks she was just overly tired and seeing things.  She is in denial because she does not want the house to be haunted.

We think there are four ghosts here; two women, a man, and a child.  We think one of the women died in the house while the others are haunting the land which used to be an old plantation.  The house is only thirteen years old but we are the fifth family to own the house.  The plantation of the other hand dates back to before the civil war. The plantation house fell in years ago and the land where the house stood is now for sale. 

The most active parts of the house are the laundry room, the den, and the kitchen.  The same ghost who was in the hall has also been seen in the den and laundry room by three other people.  We used the den for a bedroom for the first two years we owned the house but no one would sleep in there for more than a few days at a time.

Family photos taken in the house and the yard have orbs on them.  Two of my Granddaughters have seen a black shadow person walk through the living room.  Something grabbed one Granddaughter by the arm and whispered her name while she was making a sandwich in the kitchen.  While on the computer one morning out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.  This happens a lot and usually when I turn my head nothing is there but this day there was something.  A glimmering shiny light was moving down the wall.  I watched it for about ten seconds until it just vanished.  Something unseen rubbed my back while I was outside walking the dog.  It was almost as if they were saying; its ok, I know you are tired.  These are just some of the spooky things going on here. 

These things happen and we just have an attitude of; oh well, what ever.  They don’t hurt us; they are not evil so they really do not cause a problem.  After living in haunted houses with really evil spiteful spirits this is a picnic.  I guess in a way I kind of feel sorry for the ghosts.  What can we do anyway?  We love the house and don’t want to move.  We don’t want anyone attempting to force the ghosts out of the house.  Sometimes that makes things worse and we don’t want that to happen.  As long as they don’t bother us we won’t bother them plus it gives me something to blog about. 

One night my daughter and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV.  From where we were sitting we could see down the hall.  My bedroom was at the end of the hall, next to my room was the bathroom, and the next room was my son’s room.  While we were watching TV I turned to my daughter to say something to her about the movie when the door to my bedroom opened and a strange man walked out of the room.  I guess I must have had a strange look on my face because my daughter turned to see what I was staring at in the hall.  We both watched the man go into the bathroom and saw the door shut behind him. I raced to my room to make sure my husband was alright.  He was still asleep and seemed to be fine.  I woke him and told him a strange man was in the bathroom.  He got up and opened the bathroom door only to find the room empty.  My daughter was still sitting on the sofa too scared to move.  She insisted no one had come out of the bathroom.  My daughter and I had just seen our first ghost in the mobile home.

Taking away the graveyard dirt had not cleared the home of ghost.  It seemed they were here to stay and we would just have to learn to live with them or move out.  We had a family meeting and decided to stay for the time being.

A few days later my husband was sitting on the front porch when he saw a man walking by the barn heading toward our home.  When the man was about half way between the barn and our yard he just disappeared into thin air. When he described the man I realized he was describing the owner’s uncle who had lived in the mobile home on the other side of the barn until his death.  He had died of a heart attack on his back steps the year before we moved into our home.  Now we knew it wasn’t just our home that was haunted but the park as well.

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