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The Ghost and The Child
Glenn Sweet is 48 years old and married, a hair stylist with a Campbell studio and a freelance business doing makeup for various film producers. Solid and stable, he seems hardly the type of person to be cast in a Hitchcock-style story of a lonely little ghost haunting an old hillside house.
WE MOVED TO our house in the Santa Cruz Mountains in the early '60s, maybe 1962 or 1963. I was about 9 or 10 years old. It was just me and my Mom and a woman who was boarding with us.
We called the house where we moved "Keith's House," because that was the name of the man who owned it. It was a big two-story house on a dirt road way up in the mountains. There were no close neighbors. I think the closest house was about a mile or so away. And there was no city electricity up there.
A creek runs right in front of the house, and the builder, I think, dammed it up and built a big pool out of it. One morning I was cleaning up near the side of the house when I heard splashing coming from the pool. Real loud splashing. I thought maybe somebody had fallen in. So I ran to the pool and looked over the edge, but I didn't see anything. The splashing had stopped and I couldn't figure out what had caused it, so I went back to work. Then the same thing happened again, but nobody was there in the pool.
After the first month or so we had been staying up there, I started hearing noises at night, creaks and things like that, just outside my room. It was real distinctive, like footfalls going up and down the stairs. Step, step, step. It wasn't just a house creaking. I'd always be lying in my bed facing away from the window. I'd never roll over and look. I just didn't want to know. I would hear these noises every night and would literally fall asleep to them.
One night I got up the nerve to roll over and look through the window. It was a four-paned window, and there was a kid's face in the lower left-hand pane, and he was just peering in with kind of a half-smile. Like, Oh, you finally turned around, huh? I just froze. And then the kid disappeared and I heard the footfalls going upstairs.
Well, I went screaming and yelling to my Mom's room, hollering about there's a kid looking in my window. And my mother, of course, tried to calm me down and said that I was just imagining things, that I must have had a dream, that everything was going to be OK. But I slept with her that night.
I must have been about 15 or 16 years old when my Mom and I went to visit Keith, the guy who had owned the house. This was a different place from the house up in the mountains, which we'd long since moved out of. I sat down by myself on the couch in the living room. There was a little coffee table in the corner, and on it there were a couple of pictures, one of a little girl and a little boy. And the boy was the same kid I had seen looking in the window in my room back in the old house. Later on, my Mom told me that the boy in the photo was Keith's son. Keith had bought the house sometime in the late '50s, and after they had lived there only a few months, his son had fallen into the pool and drowned. So that's why he moved out.
Glenn Sweet is 48 years old and married, a hair stylist with a Campbell studio and a freelance business doing makeup for various film producers. Solid and stable, he seems hardly the type of person to be cast in a Hitchcock-style story of a lonely little ghost haunting an old hillside house.
WE MOVED TO our house in the Santa Cruz Mountains in the early '60s, maybe 1962 or 1963. I was about 9 or 10 years old. It was just me and my Mom and a woman who was boarding with us.
We called the house where we moved "Keith's House," because that was the name of the man who owned it. It was a big two-story house on a dirt road way up in the mountains. There were no close neighbors. I think the closest house was about a mile or so away. And there was no city electricity up there.
A creek runs right in front of the house, and the builder, I think, dammed it up and built a big pool out of it. One morning I was cleaning up near the side of the house when I heard splashing coming from the pool. Real loud splashing. I thought maybe somebody had fallen in. So I ran to the pool and looked over the edge, but I didn't see anything. The splashing had stopped and I couldn't figure out what had caused it, so I went back to work. Then the same thing happened again, but nobody was there in the pool.
After the first month or so we had been staying up there, I started hearing noises at night, creaks and things like that, just outside my room. It was real distinctive, like footfalls going up and down the stairs. Step, step, step. It wasn't just a house creaking. I'd always be lying in my bed facing away from the window. I'd never roll over and look. I just didn't want to know. I would hear these noises every night and would literally fall asleep to them.
One night I got up the nerve to roll over and look through the window. It was a four-paned window, and there was a kid's face in the lower left-hand pane, and he was just peering in with kind of a half-smile. Like, Oh, you finally turned around, huh? I just froze. And then the kid disappeared and I heard the footfalls going upstairs.
Well, I went screaming and yelling to my Mom's room, hollering about there's a kid looking in my window. And my mother, of course, tried to calm me down and said that I was just imagining things, that I must have had a dream, that everything was going to be OK. But I slept with her that night.
I must have been about 15 or 16 years old when my Mom and I went to visit Keith, the guy who had owned the house. This was a different place from the house up in the mountains, which we'd long since moved out of. I sat down by myself on the couch in the living room. There was a little coffee table in the corner, and on it there were a couple of pictures, one of a little girl and a little boy. And the boy was the same kid I had seen looking in the window in my room back in the old house. Later on, my Mom told me that the boy in the photo was Keith's son. Keith had bought the house sometime in the late '50s, and after they had lived there only a few months, his son had fallen into the pool and drowned. So that's why he moved out.
Roywhitep5
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last night wasnt all that bad........ till about 2am when the hours started hitting me, but the foreman let me off at 3 and paid me for the full 8 hours
Roywhitep5
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im a tradesman for hussman refirgeration. all i really do is cut rods, struts, pipes and rubber up pipes. i also work on scissor lifts which is prety koo.
So...
I should be getting my car back today, if all goes as planned(fat chance).
The mechanic told me to invest in a boost guage, but I'm pretty uneducated on the subject.
--Does anyone have a suggestion as to which one would be best for me? My S/C boosts around 4-6psi IIRC, so it doesn't have to read all the way to 50psi or anything.
--I'm planning on making a little extension for my X-over tube and tapping it into there. Would that be OK?
I should be getting my car back today, if all goes as planned(fat chance).
The mechanic told me to invest in a boost guage, but I'm pretty uneducated on the subject.
--Does anyone have a suggestion as to which one would be best for me? My S/C boosts around 4-6psi IIRC, so it doesn't have to read all the way to 50psi or anything.
--I'm planning on making a little extension for my X-over tube and tapping it into there. Would that be OK?
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