Master Of Puppets
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| May Tue , 2006 12:19 am Zuckerberg Island |
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When I was a kid I grew up in Castlegar, BC. It was a small industrial city. Mostly logging with a sawmill and pulp mill. Only 6 thousand people lived there. It was small with not a lot to do. There was an island that a Russian immigrant and his wife settled on. It wasn't very big. You could walk around it in about 15 minutes. They had a small house/chapel on it and a couple of smaller out buildings. The area had been inhabitited by storm chasers and their relics could be found all over the island. My brother, a friend and I would go out there and toss big rocks off the bridge into the lagoon in the evening. The park was never locked in those days. One night we had just walked onto the island and thought we had seen a light in one of the windows of the house. It was after 10 at night and there was no one, but us on the island. We walked up to the house and checked the door. It was locked tight. There were no sounds and no movement. Just as we were walking away the light came back on and we all swore we had seen a shadow in the window! We took off running as fast as we could! While running away we heard the bell in the steeple ringing! That made us go faster! The next morning we went to the island during open hours to talk to someone. We told the lady what we had witnessed. She said no one had been in the house the night before. As for the bell.....she showed it to us. It was locked in a glass showcase! The steeple was empty! She had said that from time to time weird things would happen in the house. Books would fall off the shelves, lights would go on and off, the doors would close. She had heard the bell chime once as well!
We never went back to that island in the dark. Not even to toss rocks into the lagoon. We stayed away. |
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