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#16    Nigel Forest

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Posted 07 November 2010 - 10:05 PM

Back in the early 1980's, my brother Kyle went to college in the United States.
One night, during a long phone conversation, he told me an odd story about an old house,
just a few miles outside of the town he was living in Nebraska.
The local people were apparently very afraid of this house, to the extent that even the local police
refused to go near the road that leads to it.
In his second year of school, a faculty professor was conducting physics experiments having something to do
with local geology, a seeming common study on electromagnetism and its effect on radio waves.
Supposedly this teacher had found that radio broadcast was consistently thwarted by a very strange form of
interference which seemed to come from, you guessed it, the area around the old house.
The house itself had been named the "house of recipe" for a very long time, this was due to a mailbox at the end of the
road with the only the word "recipe" painted on it. Kyle told me that his roommate was trying put together a research  team to run a series of test from the property but his professor was having trouble getting permission from the town to gain access to the property. We both had a good laugh about what they might find there, then I didn't speak to my brother for a few weeks after this.
Then, about 3 weeks later and to my absolute shock, my brother called me one afternoon in a total panic.
He said that his roommate had been missing for 5 days and that his parents were on their way from France to try and find him. According to my brother, his roommate's team never got permission from the town to access the property for testing. So earlier that week, the roommate decided to go, by himself, to see what all the fuss was about, but never returned home. My brother said that he told the police everything he knew and that when they found out about the recipe house they became somber and immediately wrapped up the questioning. Later that day the FBI payed Kyle a visit and asked mostly the same type of questions as the police, with one obvious exception, they asked him if he had ever head the term "The Casserole Masters", he hadn't and neither had I. My brother thought, for a long time, that this must have something to do with his roommate being a French national citizen, perhaps he was a member of some french anarchist league, and maybe they called themselves "Le Cocotte Un Maître". What else would compel the FBI, to not only be involved in the investigation, but also to ask such an odd question. The FBI told Kyle to never speak of or divulge any information relative to any of this to anyone, or he would not only be deported but could be detained indefinitely.

When Kyle returned home later that year we sat down and he filled me on everything else that had happened, but was afraid to disclose over the phone. The story kept going for months, and for some reason had been mostly been covered up by the town and the school, like nothing had ever happened. The professor stopped going to work, and wouldn't talk to my brother about what had happened. His roommates parent went back to France months later, broken hearted. Even Kyle himself, in order to pass his classes, had to try and stop thinking about it all, he had become convinced that his roommate had either been in an accident of some kind or was murdered.
Shortly before he left to come back to the UK for the summer, he decided that he needed to know for himself, so he had a friend drive him to the old house. When they arrived, there was a 13 foot high chain link fence surrounding the property, so they never went any further. The mailbox was, just as it was said to have been, labeled "Recipe" in white paint, on rusted steel.
My brother chose to open the mailbox before he left, perhaps out of desperation. Inside the mailbox he found the most terrifying and confusing clue of the entire ordeal. He found an antique Christmas card, old, yellow and faded the inside of which read "Merry Christmas, quite a bit!  Sincerely, The Sheriff".
As far as we were ever able to determine the town never had a sheriff, and on top of that it already June.
Was this a threat? a joke? Was it meant for him or someone else? Did anyone still live in the house? Who owns the property?
These questions and thousands more would continue to plague my brother for many years to come, with never even a single answer.
To this day Hastings College faculty rarely talk about what happened back in 1981, and most of the student population knows nothing about it. The specter of the house itself is still strong enough to spawn ghost stories and other adulterated versions of what really happened in 1981, but no one ever talks about the missing french student or the former physics department and their experiments.
My brother still has the Christmas card, he keeps it in a frame on the wall of his reading den, next to a photo of he and his old college roommate Adrien. Even though its been almost 30 years since this happened, his obsession with solving the riddle of what happened to his friend all those years ago still haunts him every day of his life.
Even though there are hundreds of stories out there regarding that old house in the woods of Nebraska, this is the actual event that spawned them all.

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Posted 08 November 2010 - 10:42 PM

Oh, there's a handful of urban legends I love for their cheese :)

Haunted bridges, crossings and trees. A dime a dozen. A bunch do have some real tragedy in their past. Most of them are alarmingly alike, no matter where the legend comes from.
That McDonalds quit giving out paddle style coffee stirrers because they were being used as coke spoons.
The walled lake child killer.
The big tragedy with no trace of records legend. Usually an institution of some sort, where people were treated badly, and the place ended badly. But oddly enough, no records can ever be found of the building existing, or any records of the places demise.
That the Lebanon hellgates are a map to hell. I think they are something else, but still lamely mundane.

Urban legends that are extra lame because there is truth to them...
Weird stuff in food legends.
Insane patient/criminal gets out and does bad crap legends.


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Posted 09 November 2010 - 03:30 AM

Just had to stop by and see what was/is going on, in the here and now. I'll get to posting in the future.


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Posted 09 November 2010 - 01:53 PM

I've just read one now and I hope to God it's not true. It's called the Lady and the Lobster and I don't want to risk pasting it as the NSWF might result in a banning :ph34r:


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Posted 10 November 2010 - 05:31 AM

hi
i seen a show a while ago on tv.Where an earwig was put in a presenters ear.+The earwig just wanted out it had no interest in this mans ear


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Posted 16 November 2010 - 02:34 PM

View Postchocninja, on 10 November 2010 - 05:31 AM, said:

hi
i seen a show a while ago on tv.Where an earwig was put in a presenters ear.+The earwig just wanted out it had no interest in this mans ear

How does this have to do with anything?


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Posted 16 November 2010 - 10:11 PM

View PostTheCoward, on 16 November 2010 - 02:34 PM, said:

How does this have to do with anything?

Well, the urban legend that earwigs seek out nests in ears and that's why they are called that. Though I did read a post on another thread that a member did wake one night while camping to an awful sound in his ear and it was bug ickiness. The bug apparently fell out, but still, gross.

And Ploppy.. woah, thank you very much for not posting the full lady and lobster story. Don't know if that's even medically vaguely possible, but extra extra gross.
It did remind me of PB and dogs, ew, not an urban legend. Extra lame though, lol.

Another ridiculous urban legend is "light as a feather, stiff as a board".
I'm not so sure about live organ harvesting either. Not the black market harvesting kind. The random person wakes up or is discovered in a post surgery dump state after not knowing they were knocked out and body parts were harvested kind.


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Posted 16 November 2010 - 10:16 PM

If you turn of the lights in your bathroom and say Biggie Smalls 3X. He will appear and put cap in your ***.


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Posted 20 November 2010 - 04:57 PM

View Postrashore, on 16 November 2010 - 10:11 PM, said:



And Ploppy.. woah, thank you very much for not posting the full lady and lobster story. Don't know if that's even medically vaguely possible, but extra extra gross.

Yeah it's definately one of those "wish hadn't read it" gross ones, more than a horror/entertaining one. I don't WANT to know if it's medically possible :P


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Posted 22 August 2011 - 11:58 PM

View PostNigel Forest, on 07 November 2010 - 10:05 PM, said:

Back in the early 1980's, my brother Kyle went to college in the United States.
One night, during a long phone conversation, he told me an odd story about an old house,
just a few miles outside of the town he was living in Nebraska.
The local people were apparently very afraid of this house, to the extent that even the local police
refused to go near the road that leads to it.
In his second year of school, a faculty professor was conducting physics experiments having something to do
with local geology, a seeming common study on electromagnetism and its effect on radio waves.
Supposedly this teacher had found that radio broadcast was consistently thwarted by a very strange form of
interference which seemed to come from, you guessed it, the area around the old house.
The house itself had been named the "house of recipe" for a very long time, this was due to a mailbox at the end of the
road with the only the word "recipe" painted on it. Kyle told me that his roommate was trying put together a research  team to run a series of test from the property but his professor was having trouble getting permission from the town to gain access to the property. We both had a good laugh about what they might find there, then I didn't speak to my brother for a few weeks after this.
Then, about 3 weeks later and to my absolute shock, my brother called me one afternoon in a total panic.
He said that his roommate had been missing for 5 days and that his parents were on their way from France to try and find him. According to my brother, his roommate's team never got permission from the town to access the property for testing. So earlier that week, the roommate decided to go, by himself, to see what all the fuss was about, but never returned home. My brother said that he told the police everything he knew and that when they found out about the recipe house they became somber and immediately wrapped up the questioning. Later that day the FBI payed Kyle a visit and asked mostly the same type of questions as the police, with one obvious exception, they asked him if he had ever head the term "The Casserole Masters", he hadn't and neither had I. My brother thought, for a long time, that this must have something to do with his roommate being a French national citizen, perhaps he was a member of some french anarchist league, and maybe they called themselves "Le Cocotte Un Maître". What else would compel the FBI, to not only be involved in the investigation, but also to ask such an odd question. The FBI told Kyle to never speak of or divulge any information relative to any of this to anyone, or he would not only be deported but could be detained indefinitely.

When Kyle returned home later that year we sat down and he filled me on everything else that had happened, but was afraid to disclose over the phone. The story kept going for months, and for some reason had been mostly been covered up by the town and the school, like nothing had ever happened. The professor stopped going to work, and wouldn't talk to my brother about what had happened. His roommates parent went back to France months later, broken hearted. Even Kyle himself, in order to pass his classes, had to try and stop thinking about it all, he had become convinced that his roommate had either been in an accident of some kind or was murdered.
Shortly before he left to come back to the UK for the summer, he decided that he needed to know for himself, so he had a friend drive him to the old house. When they arrived, there was a 13 foot high chain link fence surrounding the property, so they never went any further. The mailbox was, just as it was said to have been, labeled "Recipe" in white paint, on rusted steel.
My brother chose to open the mailbox before he left, perhaps out of desperation. Inside the mailbox he found the most terrifying and confusing clue of the entire ordeal. He found an antique Christmas card, old, yellow and faded the inside of which read "Merry Christmas, quite a bit!  Sincerely, The Sheriff".
As far as we were ever able to determine the town never had a sheriff, and on top of that it already June.
Was this a threat? a joke? Was it meant for him or someone else? Did anyone still live in the house? Who owns the property?
These questions and thousands more would continue to plague my brother for many years to come, with never even a single answer.
To this day Hastings College faculty rarely talk about what happened back in 1981, and most of the student population knows nothing about it. The specter of the house itself is still strong enough to spawn ghost stories and other adulterated versions of what really happened in 1981, but no one ever talks about the missing french student or the former physics department and their experiments.
My brother still has the Christmas card, he keeps it in a frame on the wall of his reading den, next to a photo of he and his old college roommate Adrien. Even though its been almost 30 years since this happened, his obsession with solving the riddle of what happened to his friend all those years ago still haunts him every day of his life.
Even though there are hundreds of stories out there regarding that old house in the woods of Nebraska, this is the actual event that spawned them all.
Would you please tell me what the locals believe happened to your brothers friend,i am very intrigued.


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Posted 23 August 2011 - 04:05 PM

Thirty years ago I had a friend who was a electrical engineer. He build a scanner to pick up police radio broadcasts and other broadcasts. This was before scanners were commerically available. Today you can buy them, but they are nearly useless because many signals are scrambled or they use code words. So 30 years ago the authorities felt free to speak the truth about different situations because they never thought anybody could build one of these devices on their own.
  There were two situations I would like to tell you about. The first was a police radio report of the finding of a body in the street in The Bronx. The officer radioed that there were two small puncture wounds in his neck. It sounded like the work of an Vampire.
  My friend was also able to pick up radio transmissions from pilots and air traffic controllers from a local airport. Every night there were UFO problems over this airport. The cases would usually begin with the air traffic controller screaming at a jet airliner pilot that he is off course for a landing. The pilot who was required to circle the airport before landing was supposed to follow the lights of the plane in front of him. What happened was that the UFO would jump into the flight of planes waiting to land and using the same lights the UFO would change course and lead a dozen airliners away from the airport. The air traffic controllers asked the pilots why they are changing course and they said they were just following the plane ahead of them. The controllers would then give them new directions for landing. This went on almost every night over NYC and press and media never mentioned a word about it.
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Posted 23 August 2011 - 04:55 PM

Whenever we would go to Deep Creek dad used to tell us girls the story of "One Legged Willie." The thing was there was a railroad tracks down the hill. We would sit around the campfire outside and tell the story. The story goes like this:

One day Willie was sitting on some railroad tracks when a train came by and cut one of his legs off.

It's been a while since I've heard the story. Not sure if Willie comes back and roams around. I asked dad about how the story went.

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Posted 26 August 2011 - 05:07 AM

We were always told as children if we walked through the woods around a place in PA called Locust Gap you could hear a distant train whistle and explosion and then you would encounter a mass of people screaming and crying around you. These people were killed on an incoming dynamite train that had exploded.

When we were young this was freaky as hell but then later on we grew up a bit and said "A dynamite train? Pfft..." And we all stopped believing until once day in school they held a special class teaching us about a train in 1888 where a train carrying dynamite to a mine exploded outside Locust Gap. Our fears were all reopened and some people would go into the woods and said they got surrounded by like 200 people and it was scary and such... Later we learned that it was only like 7 people had died. Kinda took some of the "crowd of frightening ghosts horror" out of the equation.

Here's the story http://jack17111.tripod.com/id7.html

Then we also had the stories of seeing ghosts and ghoulies coming from hell around the Centralia area. We were told of all the people that burned to death in the area and people that fell through the earth and landed in the mine fire/landed in hell. Then once I was older I learned to use google and found out no one died because of the mine fire... One kid got his foot stuck in a crack once, but he's fine now.

I imagine the Silent Hill movie probably revived the stories for the kiddies. I hope so.

This is Centralia/Silent Hill http://www.pahighway.../centralia.html

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Posted 26 August 2011 - 11:21 AM

Santa Claus.


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Posted 27 August 2011 - 06:05 AM

View PostAmerican Chupacabra, on 29 October 2010 - 06:21 PM, said:

That sounds a lot like Bunnyman...

The only legend we have around here is of a guy who walks along a railroad looking for his head, carrying a lantern. Very stereotypical.

There is one like that in eastern North Carolina, "Old Joe Baldwin". Lost his head trying to prevent a train accident. It has been studied, photos taken, etc. but yet unexplained, unless one thinks it is the latern Joe is still holding as he walks up and down thhe track.





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