tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post6861033593260603868..comments2023-10-15T22:26:51.356-04:00Comments on Author Pepper Pace's Writing Feedback Blog: What Scares You?Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-19969145928724235862010-11-11T07:31:28.229-05:002010-11-11T07:31:28.229-05:00Part 2
Fast forward to Xmas last year at the farm....Part 2<br />Fast forward to Xmas last year at the farm. The Scrotes and I were reminiscing about our childhood when the subject of the old outhouse came up and of course, that night... (Yeah, I'll never live that one down, even though nana forgave me for 'watering' her gardenias)<br /><br />So Grand-dad's busy laughing his ass off at us until we get to the part about the weird scratching noises. With a twinkle in his eye he tells us that one night nana went down to the outhouse and came back screaming her head off. After calming her down, she told him that she was minding her own business (she ALWAYS says that!) when she heard a scratching noise. She looked up... and saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at her. By now he's figured out what the culprit is but decides to humour nana by making a big show of grabbing his gun and doing some investigating. Apparently nana disturbed a possum who had been making himself comfortable in the rafters of the outhouse.<br /><br />Grand-dad, being a big ol' softy, decided to let the possum stay and jokingly named him Uncle John, telling his kids (my dad and his siblings) to stay clear of the outhouse at night because Uncle John was visiting.<br /><br />And so the legend of the outhouse was born.<br /><br />LashardaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-59612342804284687672010-11-11T06:52:23.855-05:002010-11-11T06:52:23.855-05:00That is funny! I love that story! I'm sure I&...That is funny! I love that story! I'm sure I'd tell a similar story if I was a 12 yr old 'Scrote'Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-44742210099885011522010-11-11T06:46:50.152-05:002010-11-11T06:46:50.152-05:00My grandparents farmhouse was a relic from the old...My grandparents farmhouse was a relic from the olden days, from the cast iron stove to the scary old outhouse. All us kids knew to "go" before it got dark out otherwise it was a scary walk all the way to the other end of the backyard where the outhouse was located. Well one night I forgot didn't I? My 2 older brothers aka 'the Twin Scrotes' decided to mess with me by explaining why no one "goes" at night. Apparently we used to have an uncle but he mysteriously disappeared. Our grandparents searched everywhere on the farm before grand-dad found our uncle's shoe in the outhouse. Realizing what must have happened and knowing there was no way of our uncle ever being rescued because the hole from the outhouse went straight down to hell (hence the evil smell) grand-dad decided to name the outhouse in memory of our late uncle - John.<br /><br />(Keep in mind these are two 12yr old boys explaining this to their 9yr old baby sister)<br /><br />Now the reason why no one goes at night is because Uncle John's spirit haunts the outhouse ONLY at night and if you go, you can hear scratching because that's him trying to crawl out of the crapper.<br /><br />I never made it to the toilet that night...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-74780833907483406122010-10-28T11:18:48.547-04:002010-10-28T11:18:48.547-04:00there's a lot here that would make wonderful s...there's a lot here that would make wonderful stories *hint hint*Mokkelke/Tanjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949621567690199793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-43523672659110120492010-10-28T07:05:58.319-04:002010-10-28T07:05:58.319-04:00omg! i am laughing so hard Nikki! I love your Da...omg! i am laughing so hard Nikki! I love your Dad!Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-40823832877186860002010-10-28T01:01:24.510-04:002010-10-28T01:01:24.510-04:00this is a true story...and Funny lol
So my parent...this is a true story...and Funny lol<br /><br />So my parents moved into their new house and my mom was pregant with me at the time and every time my dad went to work my mom would hear noises she would hear foot steps on the wooden floors and when she told my father my dad would just blow her off saying she just hearing things, so one night my mom was in her rocking chair reading and when she glance up she saw a spirit of a older woman and a lil boy and when my mom told my father what she saw he didnt believe her saying she was just seeing things until one night my dad was home from work and all of a sudden our Chandelier in living room started moving back and forth really fast and my dad saw this and my mom was like "see, i told you" and so my dad faced the living room watching the moving Chandelier and said "IF YOUR ASS AINT PAYING RENT THEN GET OUT" and then BAM! the Chandelier stop moving right after he said that. we found out who the spirit was it was a older woman that died our house before we moved in but we dont know abt the lil boy spirit my mom saw.....<br /><br />Nikki XDAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-40525749612320177212010-10-27T21:06:00.586-04:002010-10-27T21:06:00.586-04:00An invisible cat!!!!!!!!! Hell to the no!An invisible cat!!!!!!!!! Hell to the no!Kolbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01563352409348190082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-70062029169876667842010-10-26T08:23:50.014-04:002010-10-26T08:23:50.014-04:00continuation...
My now ex-boyfriend moved into th...continuation...<br /><br />My now ex-boyfriend moved into the house. He's a good person and a good friend, but can be an asshole. He complained about the house and then my grandfather; questioning his sanity. I reminded him that my grandfather had made many accomplishments. By my then boyfriend was just a negative person in general. <br /><br />This is an Appalachian countryboy--big freaking mountain boy that is fearless and tough, right? Lol, he bounces in a redneck bar! So why did my house scare and humble him? LOL!<br /><br />It started when he fell asleep on the couch. The cat climbed under the blanket and up his leg. Then he gave me a strange look and said, when he opened his eyes the cat was sitting on the floor and there was not anything under the cover.<br /><br />I just told him that he was dreaming and laughed it off. But he kept telling the same story over and over until he could no longer sleep on the couch. Then it started happening while he was in bed. He'd complain that Icarus had snuck down the stairs and was messing with him. But no. The cat was not there.<br /><br />Next he started waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me if I heard the noise. I'd listen for a noise, and ask him what he'd heard. It was knocking and it was coming from the wall next to the bed, which incidentally led outside.<br /><br />I listened for a while then went back to sleep. He woke me up again! This time he was anxious and I could see that he was scared. He could not believe that I couldn't hear it (he almost sounded accusatory)that it would stop when I woke up. Then he flat out asked me why strange things happened to only him.<br /><br />That's when I told him about the story previously mentioned. He listened for once. I told him that he was disrespecting my grandfather by his comments and thoughts. <br /><br />And then with all sincerity he stood up and apologized and acknowledged my grandfather's accomplishments and said that he had nothing but respect for him.<br /><br />He has never heard the knocking or been plagued by an invisible cat crawling under his covers.Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-45653122305675260402010-10-26T07:48:34.175-04:002010-10-26T07:48:34.175-04:00I bought my grandparent's old house. I've...I bought my grandparent's old house. I've always been 'sensitive' to the otherwordly--which is not abnormal since most in my family are too. This will always be 'Grandma's house' with fond memories and warm comfort. After my grandfather's death I bought it. I was my grandfather's favorite. He was a very very bad person though. But all I know is that he called me Suga Suga and let me wake him up by biting his cheeks.<br /><br />After moving in (I moved to the basement and let the kids have the 2 upstairs bedrooms), the feeling of well being remained. People would comment that even the basement felt warm and cozy. Everyone feels good coming into this house.<br /><br />But a few months after moving in I began to feel as if someone was in the basement with me. It would wake me up. It didn't scare me, but when I get that feeling, there is something there. Period. I just can't see it.<br /><br />Shortly after, the kids began to complain about not being able to sleep. My son said that he couldn't sleep because someone kept coming into his room every night waking him up. I asked who and he said that no one was ever there. I immediately asked my daughter and she said that someone was always in the hall talking and she had a hard time sleeping because of it.<br /><br />I talked to my sister who sent me some sage to burn and we did a 'smudging' of the house. I knew it was my Grandfather and the smudging didn't work. So I had to think on whether or not I'd done anything to disrupt the 'balance' of the house. (I'm not as new age as I sound--I just know what I know).<br /><br />My grandfather bought his house, paid it off in half the time, not an easy thing for a black man to do in the fifties. And I realized that I had done alot of complaining about the strange way that he'd rewired the house so that you couldn't turn off just one breaker but all of the power. Bars on the windows, strange concoctions in the workshop (I actually found a bucket of gunpowder! It scared me so bad.)<br /><br />I'd done more complaining and decided that I hadn't given him the respect due to his accomplishments. So one night I had a long talk with my grandfather. I apologized, and told him I loved him and was happy that I was living in his house.<br /><br />The well being instantly returned. I asked the kids several weeks later and they said they could sleep again.Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-61309216942100054582010-10-26T01:02:00.822-04:002010-10-26T01:02:00.822-04:00Wow what am I scared of: Don't laugh, but they...Wow what am I scared of: Don't laugh, but they are the lil orange thingys hanging of the end of the bums tray that get bigger and bigger in The Wiz. Everytime I would see The Wiz I'd have to fast forward it. Not until recently did i get over my fear of them.<br /><br />Then there are times whem im sleep, like rem sleep and i need to get up for some reason, and i can't. One time when i felt the urge, i sleep on my stomach, to get up i opened my eyes and tried to get up on all fours but there was something just pushing me down. A extreme weight just keeps me down. So i close my eyes and roll over to my back and i try this way, to like roll up but can't. I dont see or hear anything but there is something there.<br /><br />In 85 my mom passed away, all of a sudden. She had a brain aneurysm.She complained of a headache that morning and died that night. Well my sister who was closer to my mom, because she is older, was standing in the living room after everyone left the house that night and she says she seen our mother. I dont believe her, hell im only 9, but my aunt (moms sis) says that she seen her too. One night before the funeral my sister is in the living room again, and the lamp we have gets real bright then blows out. She says that she just saw her again. In the mirror of our living room. Freaakkkyy.<br />Another freaky thing is when my mom passed I didnt goto the funeral. I stayed home with my moms cousin who is a JW and she wasnt going to the church. So i never saw what they buried her in. I dream about her often and what she wore, so one day while my aunt(moms sis) was visiting and I tell her what my mother had on. She looks at me like she seen a ghost. I describe to her that she is in a cream dress flowy like and she looks at me like 'how did you know'. She says that is exactly what they buried her in.<br /><br />Ohh last thing. My mom and sister look exactly alike. So when my sister went to prom she picked out her prom dress and its a white dress kinda like Tinkerbellish with rinestones and sequence very 90's. Well any way when we were cleaning up and going through pictures we come across pictures of my mom when she went to prom. They had on the same dress and they same hairstyle. Me and my sister just looked at it and looked at her prom picture and then that tingle that goes up our spine. I know freaky right.kalibiggirl32https://www.blogger.com/profile/12345264513073372352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-25077386020856981362010-10-25T21:07:16.629-04:002010-10-25T21:07:16.629-04:00The idea of a giant rat on the wall would have tra...The idea of a giant rat on the wall would have traumatized me! Kolby, you probably won't see Ho-Z cuz he is seriously stressed with school and the many projects that he's working on. And that story where the Mom played that evil practical joke on that kid was seriously EVIL and I loved it! Now that's my kind of Mom!Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-5409660276631443972010-10-25T17:49:15.687-04:002010-10-25T17:49:15.687-04:00Bwahahah...I would have sheeted myself if I saw th...Bwahahah...I would have sheeted myself if I saw that climbing the wall of the room where I was stuck....and yes my house does need an exorcism..I should tell my demon with zoot(sp?)suit story, but I'm plumb tired after my plan ride.. Ho-Z if you aren't busy or have a story...I would love to hear...Kolbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01563352409348190082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-8395100072015093962010-10-25T15:09:25.658-04:002010-10-25T15:09:25.658-04:00For the longest I was scared to go to the bathroom...For the longest I was scared to go to the bathroom at night. Then for a while I would leave the door cracked. <br /><br />My great-grandmother lived in an area called Black Bottom in Detroit. Her house was pretty old when I was in middle school. It had to be built sometime in the early 1900s. Her house was located next door to an abandon auto repair shop. It turned into a garbage dump over the years; it contained old cars and just miscellaneous BS. Anyway one winter she had a very bad rat infestation from the repair shop. Her solutions to the rat influx were traps and borrowing my uncles cat Xadore a cat. <br /><br />One weekend all the great-grandkids were staying over. I had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I am sitting on the toilet and when I noticed Xadore going behind the tub. I said Xadore what are you doing (I have a very bad habit of talking to pets)? Of course he didn’t answer but the big ass rat that decided to climb the wall was all the answer I needed. I started screaming and no one could open the door to help me. Finally the guy (Bo) that rented the flat upstairs came down and kicked in the door. The entire time the rat stayed hooked on the wall. That night I learned rats can climb any kind of wall except steel. I also learned to leave the door cracked or hold it until morning.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-61556169831472913182010-10-25T07:40:46.046-04:002010-10-25T07:40:46.046-04:00As a child, I was alway frightened by this re-occu...As a child, I was alway frightened by this re-occurring dream that featured my father. It started up a year or so after he was killed in a car accident and I was around 10 years old. In the dream, I would be outside playing by myself and would look up and see my father walking down the road towards our house. He is always in his military uniform(he was buried in it). And when he gets close to our house I always run inside to my bedroom. In my dream, I am very frightened to see him which is weird because he was my favorite person in the world when he was alive. In the dream, nobody else is at home so I lock my door and stand in the center of the room. My father never tries to force his way into the house he just walks to one of the windows in my room and starts talking to me. He looks so sad and worried and he always asked about the same person. My older sister Terry. He wants to know how she is doing and if I had seen her. For some reason I won't answer his questions and just stare at him. He starts looking agitated and keeps stressing that I need to watch out for her and make sure she is ok. After he is done he turns away and is gone. I was spooked out by this dream for years and always wondered why he was never worried about our oldest sister or me(the baby). But now as I see how our lives have turned out, Terry was really the sister to be worried about and the one we have to search for every few months.MsJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15423934357176749228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-72293365634586233932010-10-24T18:04:06.014-04:002010-10-24T18:04:06.014-04:00Thank God it was a confused young woman who broke ...Thank God it was a confused young woman who broke into your house. I was thinking it was probably a male. Glad to hear no real harm was done, Kim.<br /><br />JGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-90890384561703279602010-10-24T00:36:06.016-04:002010-10-24T00:36:06.016-04:00When i was a kid,i would have the same dreams for ...When i was a kid,i would have the same dreams for years.as i grew older.they lessened.in my dream i was a guy,i even knew i had black hair.i was freezing.there was snow everywhere.my green coat i had on was itchy to my skin.beside me was a chain fence,beyond that a building with all the windows blown out.i knew that someone was in there watching me,and i also knew it was war time.i went to see someone about these dreams that i used to have.she said in my past life i was a german solider.daft things like rubbing his hands a certain way when he was cold,i do the excact same thing as him.she said i wasn't supposed to remember his memories,in this life.he got killed.by that fence.a shot to the head by a sniper.when i was born.i have small hole near my ear.its never closed up.that was where he got shot.fancy a german man getting reborn in a black woman's body.lol. Another story.i had just moved in to a house with my then boyfriend.in the middle of the night,i woke up from a dead sleep.i was sleeping in the fetal position.someone was tucking me in !!! I could hear my boyfriend in the next room,so it wasn't him.but i sensed that the person who was tucking my back and slowly moving to my feet,was a harmless old woman who used to live in the house.i could sense she meant no harm.didn't stop me from shitting me self.am not keen on ghosts.lol.when she was coming to the front of my legs.i quickly jumped up and ran for the door.that was the last time i felt or sensed her.erin.xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-40303389785355002432010-10-23T23:56:49.772-04:002010-10-23T23:56:49.772-04:00Lol!
Alas...the writers block has not cleared up. ...Lol!<br />Alas...the writers block has not cleared up. But then how can it when there's a mouse in the basement not to mention the other stressors in my life? I'm writing but it takes 3x as long to get quality work out. Even with my musical muse.Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-57576804020721157052010-10-23T23:13:43.854-04:002010-10-23T23:13:43.854-04:00I have been thinking about this and I think the sc...I have been thinking about this and I think the scariest story I have for you guys was when one of my favorite story tellers went on her blog and said she had writers block. I had nightmares for days! I still have them. <br />My life w/o her stories has become a barren wasteland of misery! Come back sweet muse to our story teller, that we may again be entertained at your whim. <br />lol Hows the writer's block Pep?Caseynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-42528911125644540622010-10-23T17:07:29.533-04:002010-10-23T17:07:29.533-04:00I think your story has to be the scariest one here...I think your story has to be the scariest one here. I'm pretty sure of it. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had found her w/ my kids. You are very brave. I commend you for being calm and keeping the situation under control.TheOnlineStalkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706513924378990441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-14870863702184124412010-10-23T09:14:06.124-04:002010-10-23T09:14:06.124-04:00~CONTINUED STORY~
As I'm heading towards the ...~CONTINUED STORY~<br /><br />As I'm heading towards the kid's bedrooms I can hear the exchange between this stranger in my house and my son. She is saying; <br /><br />"How did I get here?"<br /><br />My son is responding very casually. "You walked in the door."<br /><br />"Where am I?"<br /><br />"My room." <br /><br />"I know that! But who are you?"<br /><br />"Kim's son."<br /><br />Then she hears me approach and turns to me with a look of fear and confusion on her face. She's a young black woman that I've never seen before, standing in my son's bedroom holding a conversation with him. He's still in his bunkbed. I immediately look at him to see if he's ok, and he's about 11 at the time and is just looking at me like, 'it's 5 am can I go back to sleep? Can you please deal with this...and btw, it took you long enough to get up here!'<br /><br />"How did you get in my house?" I ask calmly as I stand there in nothing but panties in a t-shirt...<br /><br />"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out, Ma'ame. I was somewhere else and I just appeared here." She was a very polite criminal.<br /><br />I take her out to the livingroom, and wrap myself up in a flannel blanket. She doesn't appear dangerous so I try to get to the bottom of this mystery. <br /><br />It becomes scary for me when I notice that she is not wearing shoes and has pristine white socks. Shit, it's 5am and I admit that I wasn't thinking all that sensibly, but I begin to wonder if she just mysteriously appeared in the house myself...<br /><br />Then my daughter comes out of her bedroom. She is about 8 or 9 and she stands at the entrance silently glaring at the woman. I was just about to tell her to go back to bed when she begins collecting her prized video game collection, never letting her eyes move from this stranger. <br /><br />Before she leaves the room my daughter looks at me and then looks at the door, 'like hey, stupid, did you look at the door and see the broken glass?' And then she angrily returns to her room. I find this hysterically funny; a stranger breaks into the house, no one calls for Mom to come up and investigate...but you come out and rescue your video games. Yeah...<br /><br />Oh yeah, the scary part...her shoes are sitting neatly in the corner like she thought she was at home and she becomes very tired. She reminds me of that criminal Goldilocks that breaks into the bear's house and then has the audacity to go to sleep. But that didn't scare me. What scared me is when she said,<br /><br />"I was with two kids. I don't know where they are."<br /><br />If this had been a movie, the music would have gotten loud at that moment. You see, it's winter, snow outside...<br /><br />"Lady! Where are your kids. Stay with me here, are they outside? Are they in a car? Did you leave them at home?!" <br /><br />"I don't know." She says fearfully.<br /><br />I run outside to the porch searching for half frozen babies. And I see her tracks in the fresh snow, and only her tracks. I look up and down the street for a car with no snow on it...don't see one.<br /><br />After a while I managed to get a phone number from her, otherwise I told her I'd have to call the police. I wasn't sending her outside in that condition alone. So I call this guy--turns out he just lives 3 houses down from mine (in a house that looks just like mine incidentally) and he says he's not coming to get her because she is just messed up on drugs and is always doing stuff like this. I end up walking her down to his house.<br /><br />When I went to work and told this story, everyone was unanimous that they would have either a) called the cops, b)beat her with a baseball bat. But the situation just didn't warrant that. I looked through the eyes of my kids for my response. They were ok, so I was able to remain ok. Now had they been screaming and terrified, then my reaction would have been different. And yes, I own up to the fact that I'm a bleeding heart pacifist.Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-29263298198828900862010-10-23T09:13:56.379-04:002010-10-23T09:13:56.379-04:00These stories are great! Some funny some spooky, ...These stories are great! Some funny some spooky, and I've been reading them while at work and putting my customers on hold while I finish the important business of reading. I'm going to get myself in trouble! Let me finish that story I started:Pepper Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-83799269167772924952010-10-22T20:22:06.788-04:002010-10-22T20:22:06.788-04:00@ kolby- I'm about to come to your house and p...@ kolby- I'm about to come to your house and perform an exorcism. The power of Christ compels you! :P<br /><br />@ kim- girl, imma hurt you if you dont finish that story. :(Resapoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03304207803731487344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-90919340084845134392010-10-22T12:44:57.935-04:002010-10-22T12:44:57.935-04:00Mo....that shit is too funny!!!Mo....that shit is too funny!!!Kolbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01563352409348190082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-36790248176337397312010-10-22T12:09:18.565-04:002010-10-22T12:09:18.565-04:00I don't really scare to easily so I don't ...I don't really scare to easily so I don't have many stories of me actually being afraid. I'm from this small butt crack town in Florida and I've been camping and have gators come up to me tent at night and almost stepped on snakes and bugs are an everyday thing. <br /><br />One Halloween we met some new people in the neighborhood and did a pre trick or treating because Halloween was on a Sunday. We had one new person with us and we told him to meet us at 7 the next night so we could go again. <br /><br />The next night 7 came and went so we all left. While we were going walking around he went to the house and asked for us and my mom said, "How did you know them?" He said, "I met them last night." My mom started to say that was impossible because we'd died about 10 years ago on the night before Halloween.<br /><br />He was so freaked out thinking that he'd seen ghosts and was walking and talking with us. He then saw us coming down the street and he said, "Don't you see them right there?" My mom looked right passed us and said, "See what? <br /><br />When mom told us what happened we all laughed so hard. He was so scared and thought we were really ghosts.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06326035010121169627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-42950870024271928932010-10-22T02:35:43.387-04:002010-10-22T02:35:43.387-04:00Kim, I can't believe you did that. To be conti...Kim, I can't believe you did that. To be continued? Are you kidding? Get to writing, posthaste.<br /><br />And you're right about the taste of real fear.<br /><br />JGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com