So as you can see from the pictures - the place was an absolute mess, disaster, D all the above!!!!
The girl had sent me some pictures while I was still at work from her phone, so I would be prepared for the mess and not just absolutely FLIP OUT!! when I saw the ceiling on the floor and the massive water damage to the furniture.
Everyone goes home, the snow comes again, and then melts off, Pepe goes home. Now is time to get the contractor up here and the insurance company notified yadda yadda yadda.
I decide a smart thing to do is, take pictures of all the breaker panels, well head, propane tank, heat pump anything and everything that I had the girl looking at or for. Should be so much easier to walk someone through if I have pictures in front of me. yes, I do know the horse is running down the street - but hey, im catching on. Out I go with the camera, taking pictures of everything - and the damages and the property and the.... on and on. I load them on the computer, and looking through them.
scroll up and look at the first picture...
Who the hell is that? Standing next to the door, in the plaid shirt - not to mention he is taller than the door. He must be 9 foot tall. Holy SHIT!!!! I send the picture out to everyone in an email. Who is this - what is this?????
The girl is on her way back up here for the weekend, from Eugene, wasnt going to send it to her - she knows this place is possessed this would only confirm it for her.
I call Pepe - he is tripping. Tells me to go back out there and see if I can get another picture. He starts googling logger deaths in this area. There is a logging gate at the end of the road. I call my best friend - she trips out! I keep her on the phone with me, to go back out to the shop. Nothing there, phewww. BUT, there is nothing there that can be interpreted as plaid either. There isnt even anything red in that area. Only a white refrigerator. I go back in to get the camera and take a picture from the same area to see if he shows up again. Nothing....
My best friend and I start discussing the possibilities. Maybe he was killed years ago when they first logged the area. He doesnt seem to be a threat - he is just watching what is going on. That is when my phone beeped another call coming in; it says Jack McAllister. Ok, then; that is what we will call him.
This is hours on the phone, maybe I need to smudge the house and shop again. I havent had any issues with spirits for over a year. Maybe I need holy water? Maybe it is all ok, and he is just watching. Apparently not watching over me too good, or the damn pipes wouldnt have broke!!!
The girl finally shows up! I run through all the pictures on the computer. I get to that one and say "who is that?" She was like, its my boyfriend mother... Oh no, I tell her - no one was here when I was taking those pictures, I just took them this afternoon. She reassures me that they were the ones that she took with her phone and downloaded to the computer to email me. I dont remember seeing Jack McAllister in any that she emailed me. I wouldnt believe her, until she showed me on her phone the picture she had of Jack. And how did he get so tall? He was standing on a bucket.
Do we not understand the stress this just put me through? All day long, worrying that I had a logger hanging out in the shop? And who ever said I was not creative? Look at that mind, whipping up a story and running with it... not to mention the help I had from my friends!!!
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