I haven't seen hide nor hair of heckamax in quite awhile. What's up? Are you doing some pussy shit like molding young minds? I was just thinking of you because I was thinking of local haunted houses and I was thinking of your old haunted mansion. Where was that place exactly? What was the scariest thing that happened there? I know you've probably already told me but I love to hear scary stories. DB and Nicola, what scary memories are you trying desperately to repress? Last night I was talking about how the 26th street house has Ju-Oned various people. And I've heard that an acquaintance who bought a house in West Sac has been Ju-Oned recently, too. Miller, have the walls in your place stopped bleeding yet?
Let's see, So So Many White White Tigers and Hotel Pistol are playing tonight at On the Y. I'm probably not going. Exciting.
Rock the Light and the Knightmares are leaving to conquer the nation soon. If anyone wants to print the tour dates, I'd be interested. What's going on with the fourth of July show?
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I think the scariest memory for me was living with DB..haha. just joking dan, I love you. it is funny you mention this becky, just this past weekend heckamax and I were at beau's house reliving the memories of the place at f and 22nd. The scariest thing for me was the fear of our crazy landlady waiting for me at the top of the steps with a knife. Much scarier than any ghosts or goblin. Heckamax has the inside scoop on the ghosts. sheila does too.
-Nicola
There's a crazy spectre lady that keeps showing up at our house now. First she was just standing at the bottom of the stairs muttering about a refrigerator & the next day she was out back mowing the lawn.
But the ghost is nothing compared to the relentless tweak that emanates from the drug apartments next store. On Sunday, those dudes were going for the world record for leaving a shop vac on. It ran for 5 hours or so, then turned off for 2 or 3 minutes & then went back on for another 2 or 3 hours! I kinda love that they turned it off for a second.
But the cats all get along so that's good.
miller
What are the Rock The Light Tour dates?
Heya Beckasac,
molding minds and being completely sober at weddings is what I have been up to. And lovin' it.
As for the hauntings, where should I begin? I'll begin with D.B. and Beau Baca doubting the spirits-- unless they have changed their tune. The house was on 22nd and F, right next door to Albertsons. This was in '99 and Star Wars Episode One was about to hit the theatres and blow minds, and a little band called Slumber Party was sweeping the Loft scene. The house was amazing, it was old and had many rooms. I thought I was going to live there forever, despite the fact that the upstairs was painted with funny shapes and deformed Winnie the Poohs and janky colors and shapes. It was some sort of nursery just before we moved in, and I can only imagine who ran the place. Probably the extremely creepy landlord who lived in a mansion across the street. (Nicoola, what the hell was her name?)
Funny thing though, the first night we stayed there i kept thinking to myself, "I hope this place isn't haunted, " and every one, and i mean everyone, who stopped by to see our new place would immediately say something like, "wow, this seems like a haunted house." and I'd be like, "dammit. This place is creeping me out." And then I'd try to be a man and tell myself that I don't believe in ghosts. Oh, and did I mention that in Beau's room (Later Sheila's) someone had written --- with their fingers just after they painted the room-- "HELP ME" so that when you squinted your eyes and looked at it in the proper light you could read it? Does this make sense? Fuckin' ghosties.
I could never, ever sleep there unless I was drunk, so the lack of sleep started to make me wacky. I heard Nicola's drums play by themselves (tentative wacks, not a beat. Jandek would of loved it) and the doorknob kept turning after I opened the door, once. But again, this could of been my delusioned, lack of sleep mind. Also, might I add, I have a healthy imagination. And I'm a hippie.
Soon enough, Alec Chumbley (he's a hippie too and I love him) told me that we might have to have a house meeting to discuss the fact that, "We might not be alone in the house." Turns out he would hear footsteps footseppin' around that belonged to invisible feet and the motion activated Darth Maul, which would speak its lines if you walked in front of it, would go off by itself in the middle of the night. But he's a hippie so paranormal critics can discount him as well.
Anyway, I ended up doing some research on the house and lo and f'in behold it was a rest home for years and years and after that it was a methadone clinic. I went with my vibes and moved out.
Later on, after having some drinks with Sheila, we started sharing stories. Turns out, ol' Sheila ("this fool") Layton was taking a goddamned shower one day and after stepping out of the goddamned shower and reaching for a goddamned towel a f'in mirror jumped off the wall, fell to the floor opposite of her, then moved again so that it was facing her, goddammit. She left it alone and said, "If someone wants that mirror there, I'll leave it there." After she told me that I could not believe that she did not move out.
Thats all i got for now. There were more stories, the most exciting was not supernatural but had to do with illegal dentistry. Maybe someone can share that.
Allright, I will now mold minds and hopefully they will be able to write with more clarity than the above ramblings.
Summerin'
---Heckaghost.
I'm lovin' it, as Trousersnake would say! I totally just got the chills! That mirror thing is the BEST STORY. The ghost was really just saying, Sheila you are FINE! And to any ghosts reading this, please do not ever Ju-On me. I am so chicken that I would for sure die.
Oh yes,
4th of July is at Beau, Matt and Adam s house in Chico. We should post directions or something. I cant wait. Although Beau has not promised me anything, I hope he puts together a band for it. Rock the Light tour dates should be posted as well. I ll try to forward tour dates unless Charles beats me to it.
Why no apostrophes or question marks Somethings wrong with this computer. Blame the public school system
Heckamax
what heckamax forgot to mention was that when he was helping me move my stuff out of my bedroom he said he smelled the smell of a hospital (I beleive this was pre-investigative work on his part about the history of the house). What heckamax doesn't know, however, is that I was running a small clinic out of my bedroom for extra cash (its amazing how people will trust you once you throw on a pair of scrubs)...I beleive beaus room actually said "watch out anne."-there was some contreversy about that this weekend- after contacting the ghosts of 22 and f street past, they concur.
-nicoola ghosterstien
I was to the house what the EPA wonk played by William Atherton was to "Ghostbusters" -- just a contrived doubter to set the plot in motion and, inevitably, get covered in goo.
The house did have some CLASSIC D.B. moments. Get a load of these great bits:
D.B. tossing the "summer preview" of Entertainment Weekly on the front lawn and pronouncing to the neighborhood, "The Summer is OVER!"
D.B. writing jokes in his room, then testing them, fresh off the press, to a captive audience in the living room. I've heard this was exactly how Rodney Dangerfield tested his material.
Me, stumbling into a very intoxicated D.B., sitting crosslegged in front of the refrigerator, gently cursing out the produce. Example, (in a very disappointed voice) "Fresh strawberries, Fuck you."
Okay, "Watch Out, Anne" is so much more creepier than "Help Me". Now that I got my facts wrong, my paranormal beliefs are shot. Dan gets covered in goo.
-Heckamax
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