Hugh Hamblen?
An annonomous reader e-mails:
I dont know if this really concerns with an encounter with the spirit of Hugh Hamblen. But it occurred around the area of his sightings.
During my high school days, I was on my way home to the Ridgefields community which is just across the river from Netherland Inn. I was just coming from a small HS party. Around 9pm on my way home, I was passing by the grounds of the old Kingsport Hospital and the Netherland Inn. And without warning, I blacked out at the wheel.
By a miracle, I regained consciousness. But what makes this weird is that I had blacked out for about 3-4 minutes, I was still on the road, and had driven well into the Ridgefields community, with was than a minute from home. This is turning to cross over the river bridge, continuing up hill the main neighborhood street, around a street circle, and then a few other turns. When I regained my senses, I felt uneasy and cold. Almost a small case of shock. At no time, did I consume any drugs or alcohol that night. I had always been a clean cut kid. I only had fast food and coke that night.
To this day, I cannot find an explaination for my blackout. All I know is that someone was watching over me.
posted by John Norris Brown at 12:58 AM
7 Comments:
here's one... feel free to check this out and tell me what you think:
http://chimpzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/haunted-stunning-yet-humorous-new.html
Most recently I was asked to be a part of a panel discussion on ghosts. And it was really, really interesting. On the panel were people who had claimed to have been visited by a ghost. I asked them about what it was like. One lady said that a ghost had visited her in her bedroom and had sat at the foot of her bed. I asked her if the ghost had made any advances that she would take to be sexual in nature. She said no. I then asked her if the ghost attempted to disrobe or attempted in anyway to disrobe her. She said no but she was increasingly agitated by my questions concerning the ghost and whether it had attempted to disrobe her. I asked her if the ghost had attempted any fondling or if it had attempted to to restrain her with a gag and straps. At that point, I noticed that she became extremely upset and in fact called me a variety of names and asked the panel moderator, if she could leave the room. I noticed more hostility when I asked her if the ghost had in fact touched her in a manner that she would identify as pleasurable, using an external device, perhaps a whip or a rubber glove. It was at this point that she approached my chair on the dais and kicked me in the face, sending me backwards and off the elevated platform, from which I dropped 10 feet to a cement floor. It was fascinating from two perspectives. 1) She became agitated when I applied the sexual experience to the sighting of ghosts (after all, people have done this for years regarding so-called "aliens from space") 2) She became openly violent when I mentioned the possibility of the ghost using a rubber glove. See, that right there shows that I'm on to something.
I'm starting to hear crickets around here. Anybody home?
Boooo!!
On my home planet of Altrusia, ghosts do not exist, because we ourselves, the race of Sleestak would scare any ghost back to Earth. If you take a gander at my photo, you will understand why.
I GO BY THR ALOT EVERY DAY N NUTHIN REALLY HAPPENS AT NIGHT ! MAYB ITS B/C I HAVE LIVED HERE FOR SO LONG THE STORIES DNT GET TO ME N I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE B/C I WANTED TO SEE SOMETHIN N NEVER HAVE !
Actually, there is an old story to Neverland Inn Rd.
Back in the 70's I think a man and his son got into a fight. The son got in his car and sped off. Immediately the father followed. They flew down the road with rain pouring. The son sped his car through a deep puddle with his father close behind. When the water splashed back the father couldn't see, lost control of the vehicle, and of course crashed. The son thought he'd killed his own father so drove his car into the lake, killing him. As the father was rising out of his crumbled vehicle, he saw his sons fate. So he went out to the railroad tracks waited for the train.
They say that if you speed down the road on a wet foggy night above you, near the lake you can see a guy push out his hand like a police officer motioning to slow down. I've actually experienced this first hand. As I was coming up the road with some friends I did see the man. Then when we splashed through a puddle we were all chilled and every hair rose.
Thats not the real Hugh story. Get your facts straight. I practically lived on NETHERland Inn Rd (not Never. good god. stupid people) And Rotherwood Hills Cemetery was practically my playground for when I was bored.
Go down to the REAL sensabaugh tunnel (if you actually know where it is...I doubt it) and let yourself be taught a lesson about what real ghost can do.
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