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Public Forums => Wrightwood History => Topic started by: YoMama on Sep 26, 05, 11:10:30 PM
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After 27 years in this town, I quess it seems someone has found out about the cellar ghost of Mariestella! I had hoped it would have just died away before someone else gets hurt, but people over the past 65 years, can't seem to, just, leave it alone. I'll have to consider all the aspects and see if I can put the event back into perspective as I have blocked a lot of that evening out of my past. Give me some time to talk to the surviving four cooks who walked out on their jobs over those very disturbing and scary years at the Camp.Yo Mama
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Well, No one is here, so I guess this is as good a time as ever to tell what happened years ago at Camp Mariestella. I was called out to work on the kitchen ovens as the camp was closed for the weekend and the main oven needed repair.The manager left the back door open and there was no one else in the camp. I entered the dark wooded walled kitchen and turned on the lights,set up my tools and crawled head first into the large carred cavity of the old wolf oven. With my head and shoulders buried to the door opening, only my waist and legs were exposed. Two minutes into my thermocouple change, a large loud Bang entered the area directly behind me and then seem to carry away from me with an echo that chilled me to the bone. Alone in a metal cavity, with my posterior exposed to whatever or whomever was unnerving. I looked quickly over my right shoulder and slowly searched for some reason to back out or to say something as if there was another human in the room. Nothing. In a quick lurch, I looked over my left shoulder to see something or anything that might give me a reason for the now approaching panic. Nothing " Hello I'm in the kitchen!" Nothing Realizing there could be no one in the camp as I had shut the gate and locked it, now it was time to get out and expose myself and my head to what ever was in the room. Slowly,trying to reassure myself, I backed up and out to the open air and Nothing. Behind me was the wooden seperation wall from the empty dining hall and Nothing. Standing up I looked to every visible corner,door way, hall way,window, roof and floor space, Nothing. Wow, that was weird I thought, but I walked around to reaasure my heart that I was alone, Nothing.
To Be Continued
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To Be Continued
We are still waiting....
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Ok ,Ok . I know it's been five years, but time is not the issue here. As I was saying ~~~~ I walked around the room hoping to get some reassurance that I was not alone! Nothing , just nothing. Feeling a sense of " well the old building must just be creaking , loudly " I walked back to the kitchen and looked across the well worn old room. Many young children over the years , I thought, have been fed here and many a loud child has sounded through this divider wall on my left. The old worn black, scratched and dated appliances seem in stagnant order, before me . These hulks are to ancient to move and only I would work on this brut, I questioned ! The dark and dulled pine wood food make-up area, to the right side of the room, looks intact. Old dingy pine seems to close in on my view as I look to the only place left to view ~ the cellar door.
That couldn't be of importance as the loud bang came from behind me, not from that side of the kitchen, I thought . Hued in the light of a dying day, my vision is weakened by the brightness of the only window in the room, next to the door. " Couldn't be, nah , that light only hits the door ! " Too bright not worth my time, right ? I'll get this one done and who cares about this old building, anyway.
Leaning over, I reposition my knees onto the mop smoothed concrete. How many cooks have walked this path between the trash cans behind me and the oven before, hoping for good cupcakes ? Hum , I'm hungry. In I enter the oven cavity, head down, wrenches in hand. Ok, I'll just finish tightening this old nut and this job is history. WHissssk .......... ,like the sound of a bottle rocket taking off .............BLAMMM......... my ears ringing........clack ,clack, silence......................... What the f ?........Falling back out against the dented grey smelly trash cans .... I see, to my floor level right ......... the metal, saucer shaped lid of the can I lay against........... Thinking only, in dead silence, " what the hell was that " . Hard left head swing ,hard right, standup, look over partition wall, don't move ~ listen......... Nah.... look ...look fast no time to waste ...... catch that dude ,friend ,camper, bear....... wow. Stop .... Bears everywhere up here !!! Stop ...... no way door looks latched. OK check the door to the kitchen ~ locked !!! Fine I'm alone ~~~~~ then how is that trash can lid over there and I need to get out of here,anyway. For sure I'm done anyway.
Pick up the can lid ! Yah ,don't want to have them think I was messy around on a service call ! I'm out of here. Walk back to the oven ,360 degree inspection, quick duck down with head up, feeling for tools and used parts. Have to look down, oh crud, forgot to put oven 30 pound oven plate back in ! Up again ,360 view , grab plate. moving too slow with this large weight . darn it ,down too long. Bang , shove and up ! Whew that was just wrong. Who cares ,grab the tools and I'm out. Over,Down and Up.........................................
................................................... That cellar door is open!!!!!!!!!................freeze.................step back hit, bang move trash can against wall.............. darn it everything is loud ,my ears are ringing................... but no noise...................... Ok Ok Ok this is ridiculous. I am the guy who loves Hallowen and believes none of it !!!! .... sure this is just a prank, the best........ Down go the tools.............. THE CELLAR DOOR .................... to be continued.........
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OK ~ If I have to remember this again then here is more, while it is back up my spin again . ..................... THE CELLAR DOOR is open ! That door was closed and there was evening dusk light on it. Where is the light and who is in there .... ? .... They must be in there right ? They aren't out here, so they must be in there right ? Do I ? , I always have! You only have to look ! Must look right ? Taking my right foot forward, I smoothly creep towards the black vertical gap across the room. That door must weigh a ton ! I should have heard it move, right! Head right ,head back over shoulder .. too long ~ look left.. Nothing ~ Silence. Just me and the ringing in my ears. Calm down as you know you are going too look. Sure get closer, nothing here to fear as you are going to look either way ... you must!!! Right ? Only six feet to go... owe crud... look back at the can lid . Did you put it back so it can't fly off and give you a heart attach. On the floor, quick look at the door..... darn it, it looks wider ,or is it that I am closer ?????? Looks wider ! STOP ,STOP, Stop....... Now what to do ? Open and close your jaw and relax. LOOK at the DOOR ! Room OK ~~ LOOK at the DOOR ! Don't stop ... reach out to the handle, yes grab the handle and pull wider , pull the darn thing, cold steel in hand it's heavy, the blackness is bigger , it's heavy , I cant hear....... I can't see , but it is opening. Dark ,Dank, Moist ,Hazy ,Black ..............................WHAT
NO WAY ! , NO WAY ! , NO WAY !
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WOW. No kidding, please don't make us wait for many more years!
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Well to be honest, I'd bet is was the ice maker.Iworked there acouple of years. Made me jump one time. My favorite is going up the camp road in the pitch dark. Or snow shoe up to the pool in a nightime winter blizzard. Chills my bones to think of those days.
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One way or the other that sounds like it can be a spooky place! Of course any place that usually has lots of people can seem spooky when it's empty. But some places really DO have spooks! :o
We had something in our upstairs loft for several years. It wasn't Amityville (!) but it was uncomfortable and no one could sleep up there for long. 2-3 nights seemed to be OK and then there would be very weird dreams and a fast dash downstairs. We finally cleaned the room from top to bottom, opened all the windows, and prayed and read the Bible over it. That did it -- whatever was in there left. In fact, I remember saying at the time that if it wanted to stay it could jolly well help pay the rent for the unused room. :laugh:
Now I happily use the loft as my home office, although I won't be turning it into a master bedroom any time soon!
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Back to Yo Mama. WAY! WAY! What is it? ??? :-\