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From: penick@wsuvm1.csc.wsu.edu (Southern Boy)
Subject: my story
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This is an incident(s) told to me from my best friend as we were growing up
in Kansas. 
    My friend Tim lived out on a farm as a child near Hays, KS. On nights
when there is no moon you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face
but could see every star in the universe (it seemed).  Isolated, the next
farm house was at least 5 miles away. Nothing was visible due to the
tree-rows of cottonwoods and poplars that would mark as boundaries to the
fields of wheat and   created foilage corridors on the dusty dirt roads that
formed mezmerizing labrynths to those people not of that area.
    It began one night as Tim and his sister saw strange lights out in the
tree-row. Dismissed as fireflies, they went about their business as they
were coming home from a hard days play. Each night they noticed these
strange lights and ignored them until one night they became larger as if
they were drawing near. At this point they were able to differentiate them
from the backdrop of actual fireflies. These lights appeared to be
coleman-type lanterns but could not make out any one carrying them. As they
drew closer towards the home they disappeared out of sight. No more lights
appeared to their recollection.
    Tim lay in bed one night in his bedroom he had occupied since coming
home from Hays Memorial March 15, 1970. His sister Tammy had a room next to
his. POUND POUND POUND on the wall of Tim's bedroom wall startled him as he
just about to forget the days events and drift off to sleep. Knowing it was
Tammy next door pestering her little brother, he returned with a couple of
good pounds himself. This exchange went on for a minute or so until Tammy
came into his room to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. Not
convinced she was ignorant to the pounding on the wall he belted the wall
with one good thump as he smiled ornerily at his ill-tempered sister.
Immediately, there was a return of about 6-7 thumps. Eyes widened, Tammy
poked her head into her room next door and saw that it was vacant. She then
ran back into Tim's room and jumped into bed with him as they shivered
under-neath the covers holding each other with their white-knuckled grips.
The pounding continued until their father came in to inquire of the noises.
He stated to me that he heard a couple of thumps while he was in the room
before they ceased.
    One evening they were asked by their mother to run the trash out  to the
trash pile. It was late October by now and there was a light layer of snow
on the ground. As they were walking out to the edge of the yard Tammy who
was leading dropped her load and stared ahead in amazement. She pulled Tim
closer and he noticed what she was so shocked by. The snow was new, fell
that afternoon. Footsteps began to manifest themselves right before there
eyes. They dropoped their trash and  ran to the house. When they brought
their father ,Fred out to see this craziness the only footprints that were
there were their own.But  the lights in the distant tree-row had returned.
No fireflies in October.  Not even in Kansas.
    Tim's mother, whose name I can't remember, had reported things falling
from the shelves in the kitchen and food and utensils misplacing themselves
or showing up wher they shouldn't be. 
    It came time to remodel the house and when they got to the kitchen they
tore out a wall that had a panel behind much like a little door. There they
found a payroll box from what was confirmed to be from the civil war. 
Inside there were a couple of coins that were worth little but of great
historical value. After giving the box to the local historical society, the
manifestations ceased. 


Hope you enjoyed. My hair is on end just telling it.  


                                            Jay J.
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