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~*~*~*~ Havalon's Hill~*~*~*~True or False ...Real or Imaginary(??) *Blue* |
Good evening, USM!!!
I Hope that everyone is having A Wonderful evening.. A couple years ago, I watched this show which had James Brolin, Hunky man *lol* as the Host.
The name of the show; I believe was “Truth or Fiction“, Someone please correct me if I am wrong…Firstborn gave me the correct name of the show; It was called, {Fact or Fiction}.... But I thought this would be neat to do here at USM…
Since we all love a Mystery! *wink* The show’s plot was based on either Stories from people all over the world or Elaborate stories told by a Good Script writer.
What the audience had to do was to distinguish whether these fantastic tales and sometimes bizarre stories were True Real life Mysterious Events or whether they were False……Coming up with Your Own Conclusions…….
Here’s my Story:
~*~*~*~HAVALON’S HILL~*~*~*~
Many years ago, I was visiting with some friends when we were at their friends farm. My friends kept asking me that Summer, to come over and visit them, surely I wasn’t too busy to do that….So, One afternoon, my friend called me to tell me to meet she and her fiance at this farm out on this ridge…she gave me directions how to get there, it was way out from civilization *lol* But beautiful farm country, rolling hills, green pastures, a lovely place. My friend said that I should move my horse to their friends farm…plenty more pasture there for him to roam.
We were sitting around talking when my friend asked me if I was enjoying myself and of course I was. My friend’s fiance’s 4-year old nephew had came up to me a few minutes earlier, hugging me, giving me a kiss…he was so sweet and a handsome little fella…It made my day.
The little boy’s mom and dad laughed; his mom said, he never does that to any one, but his dad spoke up teasing and said oh, he’s just like his Daddy, and every one had a good laugh out of that one. Including myself. Then some more friends of these people who owned the farm drove up and brought guitars, mandolins, fiddles.. They were planning to play music there later that night…though I didn’t stay.
But while everyone were setting up for the music., I asked my friend where was the bathroom, so the lady and her husband who owned the farm, were nice and directed me to their house. When I got up to leave, the little boy hugged me again, so sweet.
I bent down on one knee and talked to him there for a few minutes, and noticed, Sam; the owner of the farm was watching me with a little curiosity.. Then as I started to leave, I heard my friend tell him that I have a way with kids *lol* Then, some guy; a cousin of this family, I believe said I could ride with him back to the house, and though I thanked him, I drove back by myself…
I had saw him down a few bottles of whiskey, earlier that afternoon and didn’t feel comfortable by myself, around someone who drinks, heavily. So when I got to the house; the lights were all tuned off but one over the kitchen stove, I felt the side of the wall until I found the light switch. Turning it on,
I looked around in the kitchen and saw an open door that lead to a basement. I walked around the kitchen down a hallway when suddenly I heard shouts. I turned around and looked into the kitchen and there was a man standing near the entrance to the steps leading down to the basement…..
He was arguing with another man who had his back to me, but I could see the man in the white shirt.. The two argued with shouts piercing the entire first floor of the house. I heard the man whose back was to me, call the man by his name accusing him of messing with someone.
They began fighting, by this time I didn’t know what to do whether to hide or interrupt them, try to intervene…It seemed the two men didn’t see me walk down the hallway, so I stood there for maybe no more then a second. Then the man in the white shirt continued to argue with the other man.
The other man was a little taller and I got a side view of him and surprisingly,, It seemed as I knew him from somewhere.. but didn’t know where. As I continued to watch their altercation it lasted no more then a few seconds….
To my Horror and shock…the other man, the shorter one slapped the taller man, they pushed, shoved each other and the taller man pushed the man in the white shirt down the steps….Suddenly the house got chillingly quiet…I heard someone opening a door and walking through the kitchen and I looked for a side door leading to the outside…and went through a door that lead out to the front of the house.
It was pitch black and I was a little disoriented for a second because of what I had witnessed, my heart was thumping in my chest…. I looked around until I saw a light that looked like it was coming from a barn…and followed it until my surroundings looked familiar. I heard someone walking on the other side of the house and saw that it was the cousin who had downed half of Havalon Hill’s Bourbon Distillery earlier.
He walked up to me and said Your friend is worried about you and asked me to find you…I said I was getting ready to leave, can You tell her I am going home. He asked me why, it was still early but I said I have some things I need to do… He was persistent I’ll give him that much and he asked me if everything was alright and I said yea, sure.
I just wanted to get away from there…I didn’t know whether the man who had been shoved down the basement steps was alive or dead….But I did ask him if he went into the house and he said no…..He asked me why was there someone in the house….and I repeated that I needed to go…he asked me to hang on a second he’d be right back…..but I didn’t stick around…I left.
A Year went by and my lady friend and her husband were talking to me and asked if I wanted to go out to the farm to see their friends, naturally I declined. I said to my friend that the farm gave me the creeps, I had laughed and jokingly said it was haunted….it was just too sad out there. My friend asked me what I meant and by this time her husband was listening to our conversation…and I dropped the subject.
A few weeks later, My friend said that she and her husband were going to go look at a colt their friend had for sale I may as well ride along with them.
I did and when we got there, we went through the barn and looked at the colt my friend’s husband was interested in. I saw a very pretty Young black horse that looked like the one I had sold earlier that year and wish I hadn’t. The owner of the farm came up behind me asking if I liked the horse. I smiled and said yes.
Sam; The owner of the farm was probably in his mid 60’s at the time. So he asks me what did I think of his place. I told him that he and his wife have a beautiful place…he said, she’s not my wife. I never said any thing, just continued looking at the young colt in the barn stall. He walked with me, showing me by pointing where he kept his cattle in one of the back pastures…
He did have a beautiful farm, but something about that place wasn’t right….it dawned on me why, the man I had saw on that night a year earlier had seemed so familiar.. As I watched Sam as he talked of his life, childhood, of the war, his wife’s death. I realized I was looking at the same man, who had fought the man in the white shirt. Though obviously being indirectly connected to this man through my friend and her husband….I came to realize…no altercation had taken place the night I witnessed what I did in the hallway from his house.
But I did ask him had someone died in his house, I needed to know……You should have been there and seen the look on this man’s face, children. We were standing outside near the barn, looking Northeast toward rolling hills…When he had slipped his foot up on the bottom railing of the split-rail fence. He put his arms across the top railing and then turned his head and looked directly at me. The silence was like a tomb. Then he said, someone did die in the house yes, but it was more then 45 years ago. Then he said why did James mention it? James was his cousin., I said no, I just wondered. He said well maybe You heard about it over the years and had just forgot about it.
But there was no way under God’s Blue skies and Green earth had I ever heard about it, but I certainly never did say…what I had actually saw that night…why I saw it, I will never know…..But it is something I will never forget as long as I live.
As the man and I continued talking after he had explained a friend of his long ago had fell down the steps, of his basement., I pretended as if I didn’t know any thing about it, neither heard he had fallen in an accident.
But as we stood there and he talked, my friend and her husband came walking up. When I looked back at the man…for a split second, I saw in his eyes, that he knew in his heart that I knew what really happened, he knew when I had left and went to his house.
I had saw something that night…and I know he knew that for whatever reason, whether it happened in the heat of the moment….I knew he had shoved the man down those steps of that basement more then 45 years ago. A second seemed like an Eternity, when I saw something else in his eyes, it was pleading……….
I never did say any thing, neither report it………..what could I have said(??) How could I have proved it (??) I was a witness to a “ghost” involved in an altercation and was killed one night over 45 years ago(??) before I was ever born., I don’t think so. I’m sure that one would have went down real well with the police.. Besides, thinking about it now after all these years., what have they ever done for me regarding the psycho man who had stalked me, killed my dog, stole from me(??) Nothing. More then likely, this man and the other man were drinking, a fight ensued over a woman, probably his wife at the time…and it was simply an accident………..
The look in his eyes said to me that he had suffered enough….I’m not God…..I am no man’s judge…
Now, here’s the Question:
Do You All think this is a True Story….or Not?
I’ll leave it up to You to come to Your Own Conclusions…Right or Wrong |
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| Alias | Date | Reply |
| Hagatha |
12/9/2005 5:01:00 PM |
No. There is a clue in your story that lets me think it is just a well written frightful tale. Good job in trying to scare me Sara. rotfl. |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 5:02:00 PM |
Is this what You think Penny????? Honestly?? Really Truly???
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| LedZeppelin Forever |
12/9/2005 5:06:00 PM |
Well Sara if its not true sweetie, you are one heck of a great writer, cause it had me hooked for sure....its a story that could well and truly have happened, but you wouldn't have been around then to have witnessed it now, would you??? LOL!! *hugs* |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 5:13:00 PM |
*LOL* ~Wink~...You Never really know now Do You, Zema Sis??? *lol* ~HUGS~.....T/C |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 6:05:00 PM |
I Appreciate the Compliment, Zema......~Smiles~...But You Know something., what they say about True Life is Stranger than Fiction.......Even "if" it were True....How could One explain that One(??)......How could One say, I saw a man who was killed more than 45 years ago!!?.... I saw it, I know it, but just can't prove it...and what "if" You didn't want to tell on someone anyway., because it had really been an accident....and the person had already suffered enough....paying dearly in other ways for the altercation..(??) and what would society think if You didn't tell.....or what would they think "If" Someone really and truly witnessed Something as Bizarre as that....A No-Win Situation....An Unexplained, Unsolved Mystery (??)....No One would believe it anyway....Right (??)....*lol*......You just never know....*wink*....~Hugs~...Thanks for reading and Your replies... |
| Hagatha |
12/9/2005 6:11:00 PM |
If it really happened --the accidental murder/death, it's been 45 years and let justice be served at The Pearly Gates. If in his eyes, you saw fear and knowledge that he knew, that you knew, then perhaps, his fear at being found out was also remorse for what had happened???? Maybe for the last 45 years, he has tried to live a good life and confessed his sins to God? I am glad that I don't have to worry about this predictament because it sounds like a doozy. Yep, Zema is right. This is one of your excellently written stories. You scared me enough to get prickles on the back of my neck. |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 6:26:00 PM |
~Smoochies~.. I am Glad You really enjoyed this One, Penny Sis... You just don't know how it makes me feel that You really got into this story...But You never know for sure though do you? ~wink~....But I agree "if" it would have really happened....God is the judge and You know what they did to Bearer's of Bad news during Mideval times...*lol* I rather prefer my head..*lol*....Thanks for reading!!...~Love and Hugs~...T/C |
| firstborn |
12/9/2005 7:17:00 PM |
Yes I think its true as you have put so many details in it that sound like you. |
| firstborn |
12/9/2005 7:19:00 PM |
And if this was fiction, YOU do a great job, you should write a book as you have a nack for it. Oh and the show was called, fact or ficiton |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 7:27:00 PM |
Hey Firstborn sis, I stand corrected, yea it was fact or fiction isn't James Brolin still a Hunk!!?? *hehe*...Thank You for the compliment...I'm Glad You liked this One....They say true life is stranger than fiction... One never knows for sure do they? **Hugs**....T/C |
| Cat Attack |
12/9/2005 8:03:00 PM |
I remember that show. He was a hunk! No, I don't think it's true. |
| ky_bluebird |
12/9/2005 8:38:00 PM |
Yes, James Brolin was a Hunk alright...and still is...Thank You for Your comments...~Hugs~....T/C |
| spiritualjunkie |
12/10/2005 9:52:00 AM |
Fantastic writing! You had me caught up in it all. *smile* Could be either. No real way of telling which it was by the story alone. *Hugs* Love, |
| ky_bluebird |
12/10/2005 9:57:00 AM |
Thank You Tammy!!...~Love and Hugs~....Take/Care! |
| Cat Attack |
12/10/2005 5:11:00 PM |
Well..is it true, or not? LOL. |
| ky_bluebird |
12/11/2005 2:06:00 AM |
*lol* Golden Taxi.., whatever You think, if You believe that it is true, then it is, But if You believe that it's not, then it isn't *wink*....~Hugs~....T/C |
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