tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post7763759253681590865..comments2023-06-26T05:43:44.522-04:00Comments on Meyette's Musings: Haunted by the Perfect WordElizabeth Meyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876378937432391881noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-46554912798736981902014-03-04T12:48:23.648-05:002014-03-04T12:48:23.648-05:00❤��❤ Ditto
Aunt Betty , I am so proud you are my ...❤��❤ Ditto <br />Aunt Betty , I am so proud you are my family......... I love uAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-54610754519864666452014-02-28T14:18:46.170-05:002014-02-28T14:18:46.170-05:00Wow! Being awakened by a spirit yelling "Hey&...Wow! Being awakened by a spirit yelling "Hey" in your ear is pretty definitive! I love your description of the sensation that someone is right there with you - I've had that many times. Sometimes I even seem to know who it is...I guess it's their energy. Thanks for stopping by, Linda!Elizabeth Meyettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15876378937432391881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-55770579209492130262014-02-28T12:00:55.276-05:002014-02-28T12:00:55.276-05:00When I think of spirits, or ghosts, I think of the...When I think of spirits, or ghosts, I think of the hair standing up on your arms, and the back of your neck. You feel like someone is in your space with your - you know that feeling that if you turn around, you'll bump right into someone? If it has to be a sound, it could be more of a distant voice - scream, etc that you aren't sure if you really heard it or not. I once had a spirit trying to get my attention, and it kept waking me up with 'Hey!" right in my ear, and the creepiest thing was that I could feel the breath on my ear. I cant wait to read this!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10078316970251842535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-35106870681222583362014-02-26T13:58:00.801-05:002014-02-26T13:58:00.801-05:00Anne, I like scratching and clawing - thanks! I al...Anne, I like scratching and clawing - thanks! I always felt nervous when I was in Durand Eastman Park even during the day. I didn't know about the girl's mother haunting it - great addition to the legend. Thanks for stopping by - miss you <3Elizabeth Meyettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15876378937432391881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-84816835673295930882014-02-26T13:42:18.430-05:002014-02-26T13:42:18.430-05:00scratching...... clawing........both to me are ver...scratching...... clawing........both to me are very sending..... into scary thoughts. simple but effective just the same. I live 5 minutes from Durand Eastman Park and drive through it daily....... sometimes at night I see an errie white light pass by , the one that makes you think to yourself .....'was that what I saw ".... as teenagers we would go there late at night....we heard all kinds of noises..... many more memories........ from what I know the girls mother still roams crying moaning .........looking for her daughter. love to you Aunt Betty .... Anne VillaniAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-79600304687491117302014-02-26T12:16:37.885-05:002014-02-26T12:16:37.885-05:00Good point, Deborah. I've been hung up on an o...Good point, Deborah. I've been hung up on an onomatopoeia for this, but I like what you describe. Thanks! Elizabeth Meyettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15876378937432391881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542787416269096159.post-37610707181157219062014-02-26T12:00:44.651-05:002014-02-26T12:00:44.651-05:00I'm still partial to the bells. They could st...I'm still partial to the bells. They could start out as sweet, golden chimes which end in a hum, like a long, sad groan, giving it an eerie feel. After your initial description, then one adjective could bring the sounds back to your readers.Deborah O'Neill Cordeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13428924556722911763noreply@blogger.com