Tam's snippet about the movie Poltergeist reminded me of something.
I went a coupla dates with a nice woman. She was renting a house that used to be the caretaker's house of a cemetery. The cemetery was in Rockville and hadn't had any new 'additions' in decades and was pretty much going defunct. It's amazing how quickly that happens. Anyway, there was no real need for a live in caretaker but there was a perfectly good house there, so it went up for rent.
This girlfriend also had a doberman. Which is a good thing as cemeteries get dark at night, and a big stone garden full of pre-war granite markers, an era where they KNEW how to mark the final resting place of their loved ones with elaborate stuff, well that sorta place attracts emo and goth kids.
Well, a defunct cemetery attracts critters, too. Deer. Groundhogs. You know... groundhogs dig burrows...
It's really creepy when the doberman comes back after chasing away dope smoking or canoodling teenage couples and brings with it a recognizable human rib bone that some fat rodent brought to the surface.
~shudder~
I've been spelling cemetery cemetary my entire life, dangit!
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Yesterday at work about did in my legs.
It should have been no big deal. I've done it dozens of times: we
change all the replaceable light bulbs...
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