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Ghost hunters inspect 180-year-old NM hotel site

By: HEATHER CLARK

Associated Press

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05/11/09 ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. –

The former owner of a 180-year-old adobe building hears the door of a potbellied stove opening and wood being stacked inside, but no one is there.

 

Mysterious whispers echo in the current owner’s ear. Things fall off shelves for no apparent reason.

 

These are just a few of the strange goings-on that artist Josh Bond, owner of the Old Cuchillo Bar in the southern New Mexico ghost town of the same name, has asked the West Coast Ghost and Paranormal Society to investigate on his property.

 

“The creepiest I had was a voice whisper in my ear,” Bond said. “When things fall in the house, I just sort of write it off.”

 

When he saw an advertisement about WCGAPS, a Phoenix-based nonprofit organization, Bond thought the group could at least explain what was occurring.

 

Andy Rice, who started WCGAPS about two years ago after investigating more than 200 supposed hauntings and ghosts over more than 13 years, said the group tries to explain the mysteries their clients relate to them using science or common sense.

 

Only about 5 percent of the group’s investigations can’t be explained by electromagnetic radiation, thin walls, faulty wiring, lights from passing cars or other normal explanations, said Rice, who called his investigators not ghost hunters, but ghost debunkers.

 

WCGAPS is booked through July with investigations, mainly in the Southwest. Rice said the historical value of the Cuchillo property made it stand out among the places requesting the group’s services.

 

The Old Cuchillo Bar dates to 1830 when it was a stagecoach stop. At one time, freight was unloaded and taken by wagon to nearby mines in Winston or Chloride.

 

The 5,000-square-foot complex has housed a trading post, stables, mercantile, post office, hotel and saloon over the years.

 

“It just has a lot of history, that place does,” said Gayle Shepperd, who owned the property with her husband, Harold, from 1978 to 2006. “I’ve heard tales of poker parties and a lot things like that going on.”

 

In recent years, the facility was used for wedding and baby showers and the general store was where visitors stopped to ask which residents were still among the town’s dwindling population.

 

Once home to 2,000 people and the hub of the county, Cuchillo has about 35 residents, Bond said.

 

Like Bond, Shepperd also recalled odd things, like hearing the sound of someone starting the wood stove.

 

“I distinctly heard somebody putting wood into the fire. I looked in there and there was nobody,” she said. “We said, ‘Well, our ghosts are at play.’ We just discounted it.”

 

Shepperd put to rest at least one mystery: a trio of guns Bond had found wrapped in a sack in an empty grain bin.

 

“My mother put those there,” she said, explaining that her mother used the empty bins for storage.

 

Bond, 36, an artist who makes metal sculptures and home furnishings, bought the complex in 2006 and has finished renovating the old hotel into a 3-bedroom vacation rental or artist retreat. He hopes to open a microbrewery in the old saloon.

 

Bond seemed ambivalent about whether the property is haunted.

 

“These people claim to debunk it scientifically. I write it off to coincidence many times in my mind, but I’d like to see it proved scientifically,” he said.

 

Rice said he’s not out to persuade people to believe in the paranormal.

 

“Until they have a personal experience, I cannot change someone’s belief,” he said. “I don’t take the time to try to convince them, because it is a useless argument.”

 

Rice, a business analyst, said he became interested in investigating reports of hauntings after exploring an abandoned house with friends.

 

At the top of a staircase while his friends were on the steps below him, he said, someone or something pushed him down the stairs, lifting him off the floor and leaving scratch marks on his back.

 

The experience led Rice to work about 40 to 60 hours per week for WCGAPS, investigating for free and seeking donations. He hopes in many cases he can put clients’ anxiety to rest.

 

“I’m hoping to go out and calm their fears. Other than my first experience, I have never experienced anything that’s harmful. I want to explain what’s there, whether there’s something or nothing,” Rice said.

 

For the investigation at Cuchillo, Rice says he’ll research area building codes and the site’s history, talk with residents, review the property’s title history and look at photographs of the original buildings.

 

He and seven other investigators will bring cameras and video and audio equipment to record noises or anything found in the buildings. Unlike some other “ghost hunters,” Rice said he doesn’t use psychics to find ghosts.

 

WCGAPS’s Web site contains audio links to alleged paranormal phenomena, like voices, which Rice says don’t fall into the normal frequency for human voices.

 

Other than the push down the stairs, Rice said he’s heard or seen a few strange things, like the “full-body apparition” of a woman he saw move across Monti’s La Casa Vieja restaurant in Tempe, Ariz., which is housed in the city’s original pioneer home.

 

Did he capture the image?

 

“It was exactly where we didn’t have a camera placed,” Rice said, but a camera did record his and the other investigator’s reactions to the figure.

 

Often hotels or restaurants hope WCGAPS will confirm something paranormal because it’s good for business, but owners of private homes usually are relieved when their haunting is explained, Rice said.

 

As for Bond, “I’ve really kind of lived in denial of the fact, but I’m curious to know.”

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The ghost of Bella Saratoga

As the sun goes down over Saratoga, California, Big Basin Way comes alive with ornamental lights and couples looking for a good meal at one of the distinguished restaurants that line the street.

 

But as the families drive home and the merchants lock the doors to their businesses, there are other, more unworldly things that begin to arise. Because in Saratoga, there are things that go bump in the night.

 

“It’s definitely a haunted house,” said Claudio Nicosia, co-owner of Bella Saratoga, a restaurant that serves pasta and other Italian dishes.

 

The restaurant is housed in a Victorian-style building nestled in the Village on the corner of Third Street and Big Basin Way. Although Nicosia and his business partner, Clyde Zaya, have only owned the restaurant since June 2007, Nicosia said enough has happened to convince him there is a ghost that haunts the building.

 

“In the morning we find that the lights are turned on,” said Nicosia, who emphasized that he makes sure to turn off the lights when he closes the restaurant for the night.

 

Nicosia and his staff have also found that things go missing or are moved without anyone knowing, which originally frustrated the restaurant owner. He said he believed in the beginning it was his staff that was moving things, but quickly figured out there was much more to the story.

 

If there is a spirit that inhabits the old Victorian, the question is, “Who is the ghost?”

 

The Bella Saratoga property was once owned by Sam Cloud. Cloud built the Victorian and the building next to it — which houses the Harmonie European Day Spa — in the 1880s.

 

Cloud operated a general store in the spa building and lived in the building that now houses the restaurant.

 

Cloud died in 1907 when he exited a Congress Springs car in front of his home on Big Basin Way and Third Street, Saratoga resident and historian Willys Peck has written. When the car started up again it knocked into Cloud, throwing him to the ground.

 

Cloud was taken into his home and died later from the injuries he sustained from the accident.

 

The problem is that those that have seen the ghost say the spirit is of a young teenage girl. And although Nicosia hasn’t seen the ghost himself, he said that some members of his staff have seen a white apparition that resembles a girl passing through the upstairs dining room.

 

Who the girl is, though, remains a mystery.

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As told by Brian Babcock

 

Published in the Los Gatos Weekly Times

George Sakkestad

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Ghosts at the old bookstore

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After Thanksgiving Day, my sister and I went Christmas shopping. On the way back to her house we stopped at a very old used book store we had admired for a long time. It was an extremely cold, but also very brilliant winter day. We walked around the bookstore examining different articles and were about to leave the store. I was reading some calling cards standing next to the exit door when a very cold blast of cold air caught my attention. I looked up and saw a man guiding a woman through the door. They were dressed in beautiful period costumes and were gliding through the door. My sister said, “Nice costumes” and gave them the thumbs up. The light was just blinding. We then left and when we went through the door, the man and woman were gone which I thought was surprising. I thought we would see them getting into a car. I asked my sister where did they go? She said they drove off in their buggy. I just looked at her because it was so so cold. About 25 degrees. Too cold for a horse to stand around. We started talking about something else and forgot the incident.

 

A few months later, I was reading a book about how we encounter ghosts when we least expect them. The store people returned to my mind and I became convinced we had seen ghosts. This past weekend I brought up this incident to her. She admitted the people disappeared very suddenly and there was no place for them to vanish from sight so rapidly. She saw their faces and said they were very pale. We got to laughing because she treated them so casually. This all happened about 2:30 in the afternoon. Believe or not, we went antiquing this weekend and yes, she saw another ghost in the antique store. A shadow on the floor where there was no one. This store is about 120 years old. Spooky.

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Ghosts of Lindbergh Field

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A post on San Diego’s Craigslist caught my attention. Someone asked if anyone had ever seen a ghost at Lindbergh Field (San Diego International Airport).

I hadn’t heard anything about ghosts at the airport or had any experiences there, so I did a little asking around and found Robert*, a frequent airline traveler, who told me about an unusual experience he had at Lindbergh Field a few years ago.

Robert was waiting in an empty corridor for his wife to come out of the restroom when he saw a couple walking toward him. They looked to be in their fifties and were carrying some luggage. The man was tall with thinning black hair. The woman was shorter than the man, with dyed red hair, wearing white pants and a jacket that looked like patches from a quilt.

The woman was fussing at the man. “You think you’re so much better than everyone else. You think you’re so superior. Why do you always have to act like that?” she said. The man didn’t react, he just kept walking. “It’s not something you’d think she would be saying in front of other people,” Robert said. He assumed they were just another married couple having a spat.

The couple walked past Robert. He averted his gaze to be respectful. He waited just long enough so as not to be obvious, then turned to look at them to see what was going on.

They were gone.

The hallway was too long for them to go anywhere. “I only waited a second or two,” Robert  said. “There were people at both ends of the corridor, but these people were just gone.”

“Mind you, I was in rush travel mode, in an airport at 6 a.m., so this sort of thing was furthest from my mind,” Robert said. When his wife came out of the restroom and saw the shocked look on his face she asked him what was wrong. He told her what happened, and she said, “Let’s go down the hallway and look for them.”

They could not find the couple Robert saw. “There was nowhere they could have gone in the time it took me to turn,” he said. If the woman had gone into the restroom, Robert’s wife would have seen her, but she didn’t see anyone with that description on her way out.

Robert is still unsure of exactly what happened that early morning at Lindbergh Field. Perhaps he encountered a couple of passengers that had once passed through the corridors of the airport and never reached their earthly destination.

*name changed to protect identity

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Woman enjoys restoring old homes…and enjoys their ghosts

When I first encountered spirits in my own home, I was unnerved and also doubtful of my sanity. After all, if I were crazy enough to tackle a third restoration project in nine years, then maybe I could be crazy in other ways as well! However, time and an open mind have helped me accepts and enjoy these little meetings between the past and the present; now, a home would never really be a home without these unexplainables.

 

In August 1979, we moved into a three-story 1857 brick Victorian to begin our third and most ambitious restoration. The structure had been built as a gracious home for a state senator, and then served as a doctor’s home and office, a school superintendent’s house, a restaurant, and finally for 25 years as a nursing home. It stood unattended for two years before we purchased it.

 

Needless to say, there was (and still is) a great deal to be done. However, by September of 1979, we considered ourselves fortunate to have repaired the roof and furnace, replaced missing windows, and installed a working kitchen. Over the weekend, we had ripped out a containment wall surrounding the curved mahogany staircase in the front hallways.

 

That particular morning, my husband had gone to the next town where he taught school, and I was halfheartedly contemplating painting one of the 15-foot ceilings when the phone rang. As I told my college friend of our progress, I noticed the chandelier flashing on and off through the transom over the door leading into the formal parlor. I commented to her about the odd occurrence, wondering about the competency of the electrician who had recently inspected and approved all the wiring. She, however, began to worry that someone had come in through one of the eight exterior doors and was playing a nasty trick on me. Nothing would calm her except that I go immediately to investigate, while she listened in case something truly disastrous was happening.

 

As luck would have it, the closest doorway was blocked with ladders and tools. Therefore, I took the more circuitous route through the dining room, into and added room, and down the front hall. My two schnauzers trotted along, one on either side, as I entered the hallway. Suddenly, the door between the hall and the parlor literally flew open, as if a gust of wind had pushed it. Both dogs began to whimper and back up as very distinct, heavy footsteps came toward us. There was positively nothing to be seen, and I searched my mind for a logical explanation as the dogs turned tail and deserted me. Then all logical thoughts left me as an icy air encircled me and the footsteps continued past me, to die at the doorway I’d just used. I was very shaken, but I did carefully inspect the parlor: All the windows were sealed tight, and all the lights were off.

 

For several days, I was the victim of my husband’s and friends’ teasing about ghosts and strange noises. In fact, I was beginning to believe I’d been the victim of my own overactive imagination, when both my husband and I were awakened in the pre-dawn by the explosive sound of shattering glass—not a small tinkling, but a massive crash. With visions of tree limbs coming through the 14-foot windows on the first floor, we raced down, only to find everything exactly as it should be. Then we ran back to the second floor to inspect the windows and antique mirrors, and finally to the third floor, where once again, everything was intact. In the daylight, we explored the yard around the house and finally the street for broken glass. In cautious questioning, we determined that no one else in the village heard a thing. Since that time, we experience the same phenomenon two or three times a year, and have yet to find a reason for it.

 

The footsteps in the front hall continued until we removed the room that was added to the rear of it and restored the door that hung there originally. We then found ourselves listening for what had become over the months an almost-pleasant sound. But upon completion of the former parlor, we found a new friend who liked to serenade us with soft, lilting tunes. If what we have since discovered is true, then perhaps the senator who built the house is back playing his beloved harpsichord as he once did for his family and friends in that very room.

 

Perhaps the most memorable and least explainable experience during our residence was my encounter with the barefoot boy. Once again, I’d been painting—a never-ending task, it seems! After an extended period of time, I began to wonder what had become of my husband, who had gone to the basement for “just a minute.” In all honesty, I dislike the basement area intensely, with its eerily trickling spring (a Victorian luxury) and mausoleum-like silence. I loathe the thought of anyone being there for more than a few minutes.

 

As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, a startled boy of about eight stood looking at me. He was clad in a too-large, grayish shirt and faded coveralls, and had bare, wet feet. I gasped, and he picked up an unusually cumbersome lantern and began backing toward the outside door. As he backed, he also began to fade—”fade” is the only word that describes what happened to him. At that moment, my husband burst into the kitchen, carrying a rusted lantern he had unearthed in the basement. It was identical to the one the boy had been carrying. Later, a museum curator identified it as the type of hanging oil lantern often found in churches or meeting halls, and seldom carried, as it was awkward to handle and easily blown out. We can find no explanation for its being buried in the basement, unless of course some little boy did it a century ago.

 

Living in a village founded in 1803, where most of the buildings were erected between that time and 1900, ours is not the only home with unseen guests. And once you learn to accept these glimpses into the past as a rare favor, life in an old house becomes so much more delightful!

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From Ruth Ann Dixon, Old Washington, Ohio

 

Originally published in Calling All Ghosts, October 1983

Article on Old House Journal

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The yellow phantom hound

Paranormal author Elliot O’ Donnell was a master at collating macabre and mysterious tales. In his fascinating book Casebook Of Ghosts (1969) he mentions several phantom dog apparitions said to have haunted the capital. One of the most intriguing of these ghosts involved a friend of the author who encountered an apparition at the old Motley Club, once located in London, England.

Just before the club was shut down, the witness, a man named Dickson, was at the premises when he observed a yellow dog of some size which confronted him on a staircase. Dickson, hoping to provoke no ferocity from the strange dog, threw it a biscuit, but the dog did not bat an eyelid at the scrumptious gift. It then slowly padded past Dickson and out of sight.

The next day Dickson once again frequented the stairwell, and was shocked once again to meet the yellow hound. Again, the man threw it a biscuit. Again, the cookie was ignored, and again the dog passed him. This time however Dickson kept his eyes trained on the animal, and was startled to see it vanish into thin air halfway down the stairs.

On the third visit, Dickson once again observed the creature, but this time he threw it a piece of meat, and once again the animal took no notice. Baffled by the dog, Dickson decided to prod the animal with his stick, but was amazed to see the cane pass through the animal which then faded from view.

Dickson was clearly fed up with the surreal deja-vu and visited the club no more but was told of other witnesses who’d seen the spectral dog.

Was the animal a mere ghost of a pet that once roamed the stairs as a happy pooch, or like many phantom hounds, did it loiter in some unbidden realm, forever to be misunderstood by those who saw it, until the Motley Club finally closed down, meaning that no human eye would ever again observe the yellow hound?

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Londonist
Neil Arnold
12/20/08

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Headless ghost in a rocking chair

Among the many people I meet, those who know about my interest in ghost tales often tell me they have one to share, but seldom do so on first meeting.

I think most fear being laughed at about their story.

But I take every story seriously. It’s their experience, not mine. Why would I doubt they saw or heard what they say they saw and heard?

So, I’m very patient, knowing that sooner or later, a person who has a story will tell the story.

The most patience I’ve ever had to show was with my now deceased friend Helmer Biermann.

Though I knew and worked with him for more than 30 years it was only in November of 2004 he finally shared the story of the headless ghost of Beaconsfield Heights. This is what he told me.

“A friend named Hans lived in the Glen Falls area, and as our family knew he had a birthday coming up, we thought we’d invite him over to our home on the West side for a few days. He was known as a generous sort, and would bring food and provisions with him for the stay, so this wasn’t going to be a burden on the family, as it was in the depression era, and there wasn’t a lot of food to be had.

“Hans decided it would be a good idea and took the streetcar across town and arrived at our home at the corner of Lancaster Avenue and Duke Street.

“He was shown to his room and settled in with his effects and a birthday party was duly given, with lots of goodies and even a few drinks were rounded up for the occasion. Late in the night, the family settled down for some rest…at least most of them got some rest. Hans didn’t as all night he was troubled by a headless lady rocking in chair in his room.

“In the morning he packed his bags and announced he was going back to Glen Falls as his room was haunted.

“My dad, Heinrich Biermann, laughed at this idea, and assured Hans that there was no ghost was in the room.

“Hans couldn’t be convinced to stay, and soon he was off.

“As dad left for work, he met a neighbour who had noticed Hans coming and then leaving, and wondered why he’d not stayed longer.

“Dad told him that his guest had said his room was haunted. To which the neighbour said “He must have seen old lady without a head in the rocking chair.” Well, that was the first time dad had been told a ghost was living in the house. It not only shocked him, but confirmed what Hans had said.

“From that time on that room was kept locked and unused as long as we lived there,” Biermann said in conclusion to his story.

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Ghost Story: Actor Telly Savalas’ spooky tale

Urban legends of phantom hitchhikers abound. Details vary. Chicago, Illinois has a documented hitchhiking ghost. In Telly’s unique case, the passenger wasn’t the specter…

 

Actor Telly Savalas is best known for his key phrase, “Who loves ya baby?” and as “Kojak,” the lollipop savoring detective who always apprehended the crime’s perpetrator.

 

Savalas was one of the first celebrities to openly talk about having a ghostly experience, which he did on Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show.

 

Common threads of legends: Young lady walks by a lonely country road in bad weather. Gentleman offers her a ride home. She’s cold. He lends her his jacket. She gets out of the car at a ramshackle cottage, still wearing his jacket.

 

Next day, man goes to cottage to retrieve jacket. Elderly woman answers door. Tells him her daughter is dead. Woman shows him her picture. Same young lady. He finds cemetery. Goes to her grave. Finds his jacket, neatly folded, on top of her tombstone.

 

Resurrection Mary: Chicago, Illinois. Mary was killed on her way to a dance. She became a ghostly hitchhiker, seeking a ride either to the, then, O. Henry Ballroom or to the cemetery where she is buried. It’s not until she vanishes, the men who gave her a ride realize she is a ghost.

 

The Good Samaritan is the Ghost

February 27, 1957: actor Telly Savalas was halfway home when his car’s engine began to sputter, then died. It was out of gas and he was stranded on a lonely road in heavy rain late at night. He saw a diner’s neon sign and ran toward it to find out where the nearest gas station was. Telly got the directions, then headed to his destination.

 

He heard a car behind him. It was a black Cadillac. The driver rolled down the window and asked if he could give him a ride. Telly felt wary and unsure why, but accepted the man’s offer. The man asked him where he wanted to go. The actor gave him the directions.

 

Telly noticed the man wore a black tuxedo, white shirt and bow tie. He asked him where he was going. The reply was to the crossroads. The actor grew very uneasy and was relieved to see the gas station.

 

Telly wanted to give the stranger some money, but discovered he had left his wallet behind, so he asked the man for his name, phone number and address. His name was Harry Agannis. He wrote down the other information and gave Telly a dollar so he could buy gas.

 

A few days later, Telly called Harry to find out if he could stop by to pay him. A woman answered. He asked to talk to Harry. Her voice sounded distressed and she asked if this was a joke. Telly told her he had seen Harry several days ago. He was shocked when she told him Harry died three years before. He told her he had just seen her husband. She hung up the receiver.

 

Puzzled, Telly went to the house to find out what was happening. Jan Agannis opened the door. Telly introduced himself and she invited him in. He told her what had happened and showed her the paper Harry wrote on. It was her husband’s handwriting. She showed him pictures of Harry. This was the man who had given him a ride on that cold rainy winter night.

 

Harry was killed in an accident with a truck at a crossroad, not far from the gas station, in February 1954 as he was returning home from a class reunion.

 

Article from: Suite 101

By Jill Stefko

June 4, 2008

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True Ghost Story-“The Fallen Painting”

PERSONAL NOTE: This is a true, and truly chilling, story submitted to me by one of my blog followers Sammy Davis at www.scaryvideoz.com . Hope everyone enjoys it.

Best wishes,

Dr. Donald Ryles

 

By Sam Davis , www.scaryvideoz.com/post/Ghost-Story-The-Fallen-Painting.aspx

 

I think many people will find it interesting to know the story that was told to me by an old woman. She began her story with the words: “I think I will die tomorrow, a painting told me about it. You probably think I am crazy, so please arm yourself with patience and hear me out.” 

 

‘Let me begin by telling you that long ago my forefathers came into possession of an oil painting. It’s a painting of an old woman, she is my age, but she is wearing clothes that are different from the ones we have in our time. In her twisted, bony fingers she is holding an hourglass. 

 

My grandmother told me that our family was special and many generations were of higher social class. Some time ago my great-grandfather bought a painter out of captivity and housed him in his estate, but he didn’t buy out the painter’s wife and children, despite their tears and pleas. The painter became our bondsman and since the day my great-grandfather bought him out the painter hasn’t said a single word. Neither persuasion nor beatings helped. Of course he painted whatever he was told to, but he wouldn’t talk. A bondmaid fell in love with the painter. My great-grandfather was a cruel man and ended their love, probably in revenge for the painter’s silence. He sold the girl and gave the painter a sound beating in front of everybody. The painter was 33 years old, he was handsome and talented. After the beating my great-grandfather ordered him to paint a portrait of my great-grandmother. He was probably trying to break the proud painter.

 

When the deadline arrived my great-grandfather came into the painter’s workshop to look at his wife’s portrait, however, under the cover he saw not the image of his better half, but the ugly face of an old woman with an hourglass in her twisted hands. In rage he hit the painter on the head with his walking stick and the painter fell dead. 

 

Everybody thought he had died, because the wound on his temple was huge, so they buried him. The next morning the gravedigger came and said he had to dig up the painter’s grave that morning, because he heard screams. He said that the painter was dying and calling the master. Surprised by the fact that the painter, who has been silent all these years, talked; my great-grandfather agreed to see the dying man. When my great-grandfather came up to the painter, he was at his last gasp. Nevertheless, he had enough strength left to curse our family. He said that all the hate of his soul was left in his last work, the painting of an old woman. He said every time someone in our family was about to die the painting would fall on the ground. And if anyone burned or destroyed the painting, that person would die. 

 

After these words the painter died and was buried for the second time. My great-grandfather returned to the painting and the more he stared at it the more terrified he got. The words of the dying painter probably got to him; he was really scared that if he destroyed the painting someone in the family would die. He decided to leave the painting saying he wanted to see for himself if the painting would warn about anyone’s death. 

 

A year went by. Once, during evening tea the painting fell of the wall. Everyone at the table was stupefied. But the head of the house was the most stupefied of all. No one said a word. The next morning when my great-grandfather was getting on his horse it ran away. Nobody expected the always quiet and obedient horse to do something like that. The stable boy tarried so the horse threw off her rider and kicked him in his temple. 

 

My great-grandfather was buried, the painting was put on its usual place and my great-grandmother ordered to hang it properly this time. In two months and nine days the painting fell off again and one of my great-grandmother’s children died. 

 

The years went by and the painting was passed on from generation to generation along with the legend. Everybody in our family knew they’re not supposed to do anything to the painting or they will die. 

 

I have witnessed all the deaths in our family. Every time the painting dropped, we had no doubt that death came to take one of us. I have outlived everyone, I am alone and I know that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will die. 

 

I will try to destroy the painting; no…the old woman who measured off my family’s time and it ends with me! I am afraid to cut or burn the canvas – the old woman’s eyes are too lifelike.’

 

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