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Tue Mar 6 05:17:06 UTC 2012

The world is bigger than us though, my dear Vejas. Open your mind or I
might start yelling at you.     Seriously, who knows? :) Diolch, Eve

On Mon, Mar 5, 2012 at 9:37 PM, vejas <brlsurfer at gmail.com> wrote:

> Um, ok, I don't believe it.  Not only is this story scary, but it is too
> weird to be real.
> Vejas
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Eve Sanchez <3rdeyeonly at gmail.com
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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
>
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