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[vejas]

Um, ok, I don't believe it.  Not only is this story scary, but it 
is too weird to be real.
Vejas


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From: Eve Sanchez <3rdeyeonly at gmail.com
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Date sent: Mon, 5 Mar 2012 21:27:44 -0700
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Annwyl Cathmans oll, This was just posted in another group that I 
belong to
and I wanted to share it with you all.  I think is shows the 
power of
stories.  Write on.  Diolch, Eve
Hi Lon - I have a true story to share with you and your readers.  
This
occurred in 1968 when I was 8 years old.  My family lived in a 
large
Italianate style home in western Pennsylvania.  It had been my 
father's home
when he was a boy and had been in his family since the 1850's.

At the time my paternal grandparents were living there as well.  
In fact, my
aunt and cousins also lived in separate apartment that had been 
built onto
the original house.  We were a very tight knit family who were 
involved with
a lot of the civic activities in our small community.

My grandmother loved to read stories to me and my cousins though 
most of
the time it was only myself.  She had a large sitting room on the 
2nd floor
filled with 19th century antiques.  She preferred to read by 
candlelight as
she did when she was a girl growing up in the same house.  The 
atmosphere in
the room was a throwback to a more simple time.

This particular evening had an ominous feeling to it.  It was 
early July and
the house was exceptionally warm.  There had been a series of 
thunderstorms
with pouring rain off and on for several hours.  I tried to get 
comfortable
in the sitting room while listening to my grandmother read but 
there was
little relief.  She had just read a short story from *Grimm's 
Fairy Tales*titled
*"God's Food"*:

*There were once upon a time two sisters, one of whom had no 
children and
was rich, and the other had five and was a widow, and so poor 
that she no
longer had food enough to satisfy herself and her children.  In 
her need,
therefore, she went to her sister, and said, my children and I 
are
suffering the greatest hunger.  You are rich, give me a mouthful 
of bread.
The very rich sister was as hard as a stone, and said, I myself 
have
nothing in the house, and drove away the poor creature with harsh 
words.

After some time the husband of the rich sister came home, and was 
just
going to cut himself a piece of bread, but when he made the first 
cut into
the loaf, out flowed red blood.  When the woman saw that she was 
terrified
and told him what had occurred.  He hurried away to help the 
widow and her
children, but when he entered her room, he found her praying.  
She had her
two youngest children in her arms, and the three eldest were 
lying dead.  He
offered her food, but she answered, for earthly food have we no 
longer any
desire.  God has already satisfied the hunger of three of us, and 
he will
hearken to our supplications likewise.  Scarcely had she uttered 
these words
than the two little ones drew their last breath, whereupon her 
heart broke,
and she sank down dead.*

After she read the story I told her that I was going to the 
kitchen to get
a drink of cold water.  She looked over at me and said *"...don't 
be long,
you may miss something."* I ran down the hallway to the kitchen 
and got my
drink.  I started to walk back towards the sitting room when I 
noticed a
wispy white cloud rush out of the sitting room doorway and into 
my
grandparent's bedroom across the hall.  I was startled and 
immediately
overcome with dread and apprehension.  I walked slowly into the 
sitting room
and knew right away that my grandmother had passed away.  That 
same night my
grandfather, who had been feeling ill and was lying on his bed at 
the time
my grandmother died, passed away in his sleep.

A few years later, my 5th grade teacher gave each one of my 
classmates a
list of literary collections in which we were assigned to pick a 
few
favorite short stories and give a report to the class.  *Grimm's 
Fairy
Tales*was part of the list and I had no intentions on using any 
of the
titles.

The next day my friend and classmate Linda came to my house after 
school.
We were talking about the assignment and discussing which titles 
we would
chose.  As we read down the list we came to *Grimm's Fairy 
Tales*.
Immediately Linda said "nope - no Grimm's Fairy Tales." I asked 
her "why?"
She explained that something weird happened to her when she was 
younger and
that *Grimm's Fairy Tales* brought back terrible memories.  Wow! 
I asked
"what happened?" Linda started to explain the scenario - it was a
horrifying but familiar account.

When Linda was very young her father would read her and her 
sister bedtime
stories.  Every night their father would pick out a new short 
story.  The
girls looked forward to it since he would act out some of the 
characters.
One night he decided to read *"God's Food"* though he had warned 
them that
it was just a fairy tale and that it conveyed a message about 
having
goodwill towards others.  He quickly read story then kissed each 
of them
goodnight.  About a minute later they heard terrible thumping and 
crashing
sounds.  They jumped out of bed and ran out onto the landing - to 
discover
that their father had fallen down the stairs and had broken his 
neck.  Their
mother was hysterical and totally out of control - to the point 
that she
never recovered from their father's death.  She eventually 
becoming a
recluse.

I was stunned by Linda's story.  Since then I have wondered if 
this
particular tale had caused other tragedies.  I have researched 
for years but
have never found anything similar to our experiences.  Could 
these incidents
be related somehow?

I still live in the family home with my husband and where we 
raised our
three children.  I would occasionally be visited by the spirits 
of my
grandparents and they were always together.  In fact, they still 
pay me a
visit around the Thanksgiving holiday, which they both truly 
enjoyed in
life.  Linda and I are still very close friends but she misses 
her father
deeply and wishes that he would find her one day.  - JZ

*Grimm's Fairy Tales (Calla
Editions)<http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1606600109/ref=as_li_t
f_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=phantomsandmonsters-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&cr
eative=9325&creativeASIN=1606600109
*
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