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abandoned_nr_5448214 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 3:41 am
Here is the event hangout thread - Current/Upcoming Event is:
HALLOWEEN!!! Yes, its that time of year when we all get a little wacky and deck out our avis in the strangest costumes. Well ok, some of us don't need a special occasion for that, but for those of you who do - well its time to get outlandish!
Rules
arrow Be polite to each other
arrow Follow ToS and the general guild rules
arrow There's no need to bump, but drop a few words here if you pass by ^_^
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:26 pm
For the HALLOWEEN EVENT it would be awesome to share our fave ghost/haunting stories. don't ya think? So let me get us started by setting the mood...
We are all sitting around a bonfire in a field at the edge of a wooded area. Its the new moon, so the sky is jet black and full of stars. It's chilly out and there's a light breeze blowing, rustling the bushes and trees nearby. I reach into my backpack that I sat behind me and pull out a bag of marshmallows and a long handled bbq fork. As I Put a marshmallow on the end of the fork and hold it over the fire, I ask:
Does anyone know any good ghost stories??
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 11:58 am
Oh Gosh, I don't know any storeis but I will put my marshmallows over the fire and listen intently!
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:01 am
Ok! Let's see... There is a legend they tell in Cochise County AZ about a lady in white. It happened in the early 1800's on the banks of the San Pedro river, between Fort Huachuca and Tombstone...
There was a pregnant Mexican woman travelling north along the banks of the San Pedro river. Her baby was due any time and they were headed for Benson, AZ, because they wanted their baby to be born in the United States and Benson had the closest hospital to the border in that are at the time.
They were accosted by a group of Cowboys who had been drinking and smoking Opium in Tombstone. The Cowboys brutally killed the woman's husband, then repeatedly raped her and left her there by herself. She miscarried then drown herself in the river, because at that time the San Pedro river ran strong all year 'round and was wide and deep enough for barges to travel the river.
Now, the San Pedro river is not much more than a trickle of water between mud puddles most of the year. The city of Sierra Vista sprang up just outside Fort Huachuca, and Charlston Road runs the distance between Sierra Vista and Tombstone.
Its a winding road. One of the few rural roads in the area that is still posted at only 55 mph. There is a bridge that spans the distance between the east and west banks of the San Pedro. They say that sometimes, on lonely nights, the woman can still be seen, wandering up and down the river bank, crying.
Sometimes she is seen near the road and it is said that if someone sees the woman in white and doesn't stop to offer help, they will die in an accident on Charleston Rd shortly after.
When you travel that road, you have to wonder because their are dozens of small crosses always lining the side of the roadway, put there by surviving loved ones to mark the sites where people have died in crashes...
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MystiMcMuffin Vice Captain
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MystiMcMuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:00 pm
*Nudges Pureheart* Watch this... *takes out a rubber band from pocket and strings it between fingers, then loads it with a marshmallow and lets it go - hitting the side of the face of a guy across the bonfire, quickly reloads and gets the chick he was making out with in the forehead* C'mon you two - crap you are so cuddled up you look like one huge person. If your gonna do that, get a room!
Now, if no one else is going to speak up, I've got another one ya'll might find interesting - its also a testament to how easy it is to fall in with the wrong people on the interenet. A cautionary tale...
This takes place in the mid 90's, when the internet was first really taking off and it was just becoming the big thing to have a home computer. Oh, they had been around a while before this, but really hadnt taken off.
Things were still so new, the www wasn't even accessable in many parts of the US. Alot of people used "Bulletin Boards" for their online communications. MIRC was just taking off, too.
So there was the perfect little family living in the Berkshires area of Massachusettes. You know the kind - 2 cars, 2 kids, successful husband, stay at home mom, dog...
The kids were not in school yet, but they reasoned that by getting a computer now and learning how to use it, they would be better prepared when they did start school. So they got a pc.
The lady of the house was apparently bored with the perfect life. Really hard to say what was up there, because she left so few clues. But shortly after getting the computer she started going onto MIRC and some Bulletin Boards. She met people. Most were ok.
Then she met a man who went by the handle of Slowhand. He apparently said all the right things because soon she was talking to him every chance she got. They emailed alot too.
Our bored housewife made a few mistakes, like telling him her real name and address, and some personal stuff that she probably should have kept to herself. Like how she was depressed, bored and unhappy in her marriage.
The conversations escalated quickly, and within a month Slowhand had indicated to her that he would love to take away her boredom. And then he told her some of the things he was into - not a very nice guy!
They began making plans to be together. Mr Slowhand then decided to be up front: he told her that, if she were to leave her family and go to him in the mountains of North Carolina, that he would rape, torture and kill her. He was very explicit in his descriptions - like maybe he'd done this before...
One gray late fall afternoon, the housewife dropped the kids off at the babysitter and left a message with the husband's secretary to pick the kids up after work. Not an unusual thing. Then she left...
As the night wore on and she didnt return home, the husband became frantic and called the police - but was given the whole "adults have to be missing at least 48 hrs before you can report them missing" bit.
He waited the 48 hours and called the police again. While waiting for the police to arrive, he got on the computer and started getting nosy. Not very skilled with the computer, he was only able to see where she was a regular visitor to MIRC.
When the cops arrived and he filed his report, he remembered to mention the computer and the MIRC account. The cops said well how about we take the computer for a bit and see if we can find anything useful on it.
The police were able to recover the trashed emails between the wife and Slowhand. Now they were frantic, too.
A week later, an officer in North Carolina ran the license plate on an abandoned car. It was flagged and the missing person listing came up with the registration on the vehicle. Now the police departments started talking...
The wife's body was found, buried in the back yard of a trailer in the woods, exactly where Slowhand said he would dispose of it. Autopsy revealed that she was, in fact, raped and tortured slowly before she was killed.
They found Slowhand at the home of a relative, not far from the crime scene. Back then everyone thought they were gaining complete anonymity by using the internet - no one could find you, no one could recover stuff that was disposed of...
He is serving a life sentence now. Yes, this is a true case. The exact town names I cannot remember, but the story I'll never forget... Whatever you do - don't be as gullible as the housewife! Be careful out there!
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