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2013-02-01
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Hello! My name is Valkricry; just call me Val as the entire nic will permanently knot your fingers. Of course, that is not what my parents named me, but rather the name I am known best by on the net.
I come from a large family, 4 brothers, 3 sisters, plus myself. If it's possible to be the middle child in an even number then that would be me. There is an age difference of 23 years between the oldest and youngest. Of course all that really means, is I have a heck of a lot of stories I could tell.
Perhaps because I've had experiences as far back as I can remember, I've been interested in the paranormal most of my life, and have done extensive reading and research on the subject. I always seem to be learning something new though, as I've never pigeon-holed myself. That is, I claim no label, nor do I limit the circumference of my interests. I'm really glad to have found others who are willing to share in the journey.
 
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Ghost Stories from valkricry

Garden Of The Gods on 2017-09-30

It was the summer of 1984, and we had decided to take the newly acquired (used) Nimrod camper out. If you're unfamiliar, it's pretty much a pop-up tent that folds flat into a wee trailer, so that you can tow it behind your car. Our destination was at the Southern tip of Illinois - the Shawnee Nation...

She Hates Men on 2017-08-27

In 1992, I had the happy fortune to reconnect with my best friend from high school. We shared the type of friendship, that though 16 years had passed by without communicating we picked up right where we left off. Bonus points: our then husbands got along and our kids all adored each other. It wasn't...

Aunt Sylvie's Computer Pranks 2 on 2017-08-04

That title is a bit misleading, as this is about the summer I met my 4 x great Aunt and happened long before she played games with my computer; but I'm hoping it helps flag out the correlation of the two. Not so much for the readers of this, but for Aunt Sylvie. I know that reads rather awkward, but...

Old Copley, Abandoned Hospital on 2017-07-31

Old Copley use to be City Hospital back in 1886, and boasted 25 beds. Of course, by the time they closed in 1996 to move to a much larger facility, it had grown considerably, almost swallowing up the original Queen Anne 3 story structure. Despite the original part being declared a historic site, the...

Aunt Sylvie's Computer Pranks on 2017-07-28

A few months back, I thought to write about my meeting my 4x great Aunt Sylvie, a witch, who lived in the foothills of Kentucky. I'm speaking in the traditional sense of the word witch. The woman had 'powers' and could do things that 'normal' folk just can't without trickery of some sort. (Notic...

Old Man Of The Cave on 2017-06-12

On a story of mine, Melda asked if my brothers were also sensitive to the paranormal. I allowed that my older brother, Kevin, had experienced a few events and that I might share them at some point. Kevin led a nomadic lifestyle. It wasn't that he was lazy, or couldn't hold down a job, the boy had a...

A Parting Gift on 2017-05-29

My parents had the habit of moving every few years. Us kids were never privy as to why, for us it was just a fact of life. As a result we were rather use to being the 'new' kids, and in the interim of making friends, despite the difference in ages we were friends. Depending on where my parents had d...

The Last Duet on 2017-03-17

I guess the thing you need to know for this particular event to make sense, is in that long ago when the doctors gave my mother three months to live, two things happened simultaneously; she made up her mind to make them out to be 'liars', and she became very obsessed with 'her songs'. Referring to t...

Mirror, Mirror on 2017-02-08

Back in the early 1980's, my now ex husband (we'll call him Ed), my then 3 year old son, and I moved into our first house. It had started out as a one room school house (I discovered proof when the removal of layers of wallpaper revealed old slate chalk boards) and had grown into a monstrously large...

Grandma Drowned The Boogeyman on 2017-01-03

Most families have some kind of hero in the family tree. Some Great-great or maybe even recent member they point at with pride and say,"he/she was the first to _" or "fought in the war and was decorated". You get the gist. In my family it was my maternal grandmother, her familial claim to fame was h...

Prairie Street House Haunting on 2016-06-16

For some reason, a house that my friend Lori and I used to clean back in 2005 has been on my mind lately. It was one of those quaint old two story houses that look smaller on the outside than they are on the inside; an illusion given by the fact that being basically rectangular shaped, the narrow en...

Ha-ha Very Funny, Josh on 2015-12-23

Christmas. It can be rather an emotional maze for many of us. This year has been a bit rougher for me than others. Since my son's death in 2002, all the holidays are a bit bittersweet, I think is the term for it. I miss him and the rest of my still living family very much, but even more so during th...

The Furballs And I on 2015-11-16

In the summer of 1972, when I was 14, I was put on a Greyhound bus and traveled from Chicago to San Francisco for my brother K's wedding, as the family representative. My mother said it was to make up for my missing my eighth grade graduation and class trip because of moving (AGAIN!), my dad said so...

Multiplying Cards And A Disappearing Ouija on 2015-10-29

I suppose the beginning of this particular event was back in 1988, with my son's birthday party. I don't know what the rational was, but someone thought the 'ideal' gift for a 7 year old would be a Ouija board. No card accompanied it, and no one ever stepped up as to being the giver. I remember ...

Beyond The Veil on 2015-09-25

About two months ago, I started a thread about visions/sensations during meditation on my story The Cat and the Angel (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=20577). In a nutshell, I was looking for confirmation/reassurance and guidance on some twists that meditation had taken fo...

He's At The Door on 2015-07-23

It was after midnight when I went to bed last night (7/22/2015), not long after I heard a rapping on my apartment door. I got up and called through the locked door, "Who is it?" Silence. Another knock. "Who is it?" I called out louder. No way am I just opening the door, so I drag over the stepstool ...

Recent Activities on 2015-06-15

My apartment is the second story of an old Victorian home, built in the mid to late 1800s. Those of you who have read my other submissions know that I experience bouts of activity. Nothing that I deem scary or harmful, just, well not 'normal'. Things like objects moving or 'transporting' to another ...

Out In The Cold on 2015-03-02

This literally just happened right about 5:30 PM or so, tonight. It may be the first week of March, but here Mother Nature has not gotten the memo and our temps haven't reached above freezing. Right now it's 28 F which, compared to what it has been, is down right balmy. I was walking over to ...

I'm Going To Kill You 2 - Hank on 2015-01-22

In the comment section of "I'm Going To Kill You", several wondered if I had ever felt Hank's presence after his mysterious death thirty odd years ago. I promised to write it up and submit it. Before starting, I want to tell you straight up - I'm not 100% sure how much of the following is paranor...

I'm Going To Kill You on 2015-01-20

Thirty odd years ago, I was friends with a man called Hank. That's not his real name, but it will do for the rehashing of a mystery that has plagued me over the years. There are a few things you need to know about him - at six foot six and close to 400 pounds, Hank was a mighty big man, and could be...

Ouija, Won't Ya - Heck No on 2015-01-14

This is not my story, but a shared experience of my parents. One they did not readily share with us kids until we were grown. To be honest, I'm not 100% sure they shared it with all of us, and I only heard it after asking my Mom point blank why in a household of divination paraphernalia (used by my ...

The Christmas Spirit - My Mother's Story on 2014-11-24

Although my mother would not say she believed in ghosts, she would not deny their existence either, as she put it, "Just in case one is listening and decides to give proof." How ever she was not without her own experiences as the following account shows. It was Christmas Eve, 1946 in the projects...

Double Visitation on 2014-11-10

I swear, as I sit here typing this up, the temp in my room has dropped about 10 degrees, but only behind my right shoulder; as if someone is reading over my shoulder. It isn't a 'bad' feeling, the vibe is more of someone being curious. I'm just not sure who the someone is. This is current, having...

The Cat And The Angel on 2014-10-14

It was May of 2003, and I had spent a year in the darkest recesses of my mind, nursing a broken heart. I had suffered three traumatic blows, one after another. First came the loss of a good job, right before Christmas 2001. I kept telling myself, and two children, that things would be OK, but tried ...

The Shack on 2014-09-24

Those of you who have read my other submissions know I generally tell about guardians or those WTH moments that leave me scratching my head and perplexed. I tend to concentrate on the good and leave the scary to others. People have wondered in the comments if I have ever dealt with a not nice sp...

Little Girl Lost on 2014-09-16

I wouldn't call this a memory. I simply heard the story recounted so often that it feels like one. However, it is something that left my family stumped for a logical explanation... It began when I was all of two, and my family had moved from the projects of Chicago to a small town. Back then, the...

Flying Flowers Broken Vase 2 on 2014-08-13

I think this may be connected with the event I posted back in May called Flying Flowers Broken Vase, which is why I decided to title this a continuation of that happening. On May 17th, a vase that had belonged to my dad, filled with flowers flew off the top of my curio cabinet breaking. I found...

Flying Flowers Broken Vase on 2014-05-19

If you have been reading some of my stories, then you know that I have been seeing some activity in my tiny upper apartment. Until now these events have been more of a WTH status then anything. No harm no foul as my brother use to say. But on Saturday, May 17th, there was an event that has me, well,...

Music On The Shower Curtain on 2014-01-14

This took place around 4 AM on a cold winter's day recently. Because I report to work quite early, I'm usually up at that time using the restroom. As I've mentioned before in some of my accounts, my apartment is the top floor of a very old house. I've long suspicioned that at one time it was the...

October Weirdness on 2013-11-11

October has been a rough month for me since 2002. It was the month my son was born. For 20 years we celebrated Halloween together. Then in January of that year, he passed away. I only tell you this, because I think it has some baring on things that are going on. I believe a person's emotional state ...

Back Off: Psychic Attack on 2013-10-14

This isn't your traditional ghost story, but it is of the paranormal. It took place shortly after I turned 16 and was working at an indoor amusement park/shopping mall called Old Chicago, which is now defunct. One night I had, what my mother called a prophetic dream, a warning. In it a man I did...

Can You Hear Me Now? Disembodied Voices on 2013-05-29

On several different occasions, I have heard voices. Sometimes I can identify who it is, and sometimes I can't. For instance in Of Wee Ghosties And A Haunted School, I told about hearing children's cries and an unknown child yelling 'No!' and shoving me out of harm's way when a ceiling collapsed. Gr...

Who's Calling? on 2013-04-29

Back in the early 80's, I lived in a farm house that had been converted into an upper and lower apartment. We hadn't lived in the upper apartment very long, maybe a couple of months, when I began to hear an odd phone ring: 3 short rings followed by a long ring. This was not the sound our phone made....

Experiences At My Aunt's on 2013-04-10

In August 1983, my then husband, 2 year old son and I went to visit my Aunt for a week. My Aunt and Uncle lived on a large farm in a tiny town named Cold Springs, Kentucky. The nearest actual town is Alexandria, the nearest neighbor is a good 10 miles down the Pike. Their house was fairly modern, a ...

Saviour In The Storm on 2013-04-08

This happened to me this morning as I was walking to work, so I'm still puzzling it out. First off, I wasn't feeling that great and it was raining. It was also very dark out. 5:30 in the morning, the sun is still sleeping, and there is very little traffic. In fact I hardly see anyone out that earl...

Posession By Nightmare? on 2013-03-25

I'm not sure this is a story I should tell as it's extremely personal. Even within my own family, there are those who would call me a liar for it. When I was about 9 years old I had, what the grownups termed a nightmare of epic proportions. I still remember it quite vividly, and to be honest, I'm st...

Coffee Time? 2 on 2013-03-25

The Ghostie hasn't offered me any coffee in awhile, but I have noticed some other activities, and thought I would share them. I've begun hearing sounds that I had previously contributed to the downstairs neighbor's dog or her visiting grandkids. Nothing scary: the sound of a hard ball or similar ...

Of Wee Ghosties And A Haunted School on 2013-02-20

Recently Oak Park Elementary celebrated its 120th year, which would have meant it was built around 1893. However, some suspect the school is even older since the existing records do not date farther back. Perhaps the anniversary is why this story feels the need to be told. Back in 1979, I was th...

Coffee Time? on 2013-02-12

Let me begin by saying, unusual occurrences are not 'new' for me. Indeed, until I was in my 30's I could see, hear, and sense things that other's couldn't. However, these things deeply disturbed my then husband, and I pretty much shut it off, I guess. As they say, "if you don't use it, you lose it."...

Last 20 posts from valkricry
Date: 2018-01-22
lady-glow,
Darlin', I think you've more than made your points on what you think about the OP. Perhaps it's time to stick a pin in it, and let it go?
Date: 2018-01-22
Godistheanswer,
You're strong in your faith, which is great, however you are in direct violation of the Comments Guidelines. I quote:
This site offers discussions on the topic of ghost experiences, with people coming from various cultures, so please avoid proselytizing or preaching, unless the author of a story specifically asks to receive feedback from that religious perspective. This site is not about religious beliefs, it is about actual personal paranormal experiences and exploring reality with an open and investigative mind so we can actually learn more about the paranormal, with the same empirical mind set that made science so successful in other fields. Religions have a lot of wisdom to offer in terms of personal spirituality, but they can also limit our knowledge of the world with old superstitions and unproven dogmas. It's fine to share what your religion has to offer as a possible explanation, but everyone has their own, they certainly don't come here to be converted, so please, don't push it on others as irrefutable fact.
I am allowing this particular comment to stand, only so the comments of others continue to make sense. However, any others like this one will be deleted. Again, I say to you, it's fine to share what your religion has to offer as a possible explanation, but everyone has their own, they certainly don't come here to be converted, so please, don't push it on others as irrefutable fact.
Well,guys, let's all take a little lesson from this, shall we?
When you go to post, you hit 'PREVIEW', this brings up your comment with 3 buttons: cancel,edit, and publish, I believe is the 3rd option. On both the original comment and the PREVIEW box you should see YOUR User Name, right above the comment box on the left corner. If you are on a shared computer, it's always a good idea to check you're under your own account and to sign out when finished with the site, so things like this don't happen to YOU.
It is NOT up for debate on whether the cousin's account is really a cousin's OR a poser account. At this stage it doesn't matter.
I seriously want everyone to take this away from here - poop happens when you have a shared computer, or have to use a public one and stay logged in. Surely, anyone who has used social media of any kind (Facebook,Snapchat, Twitter, forums, et al) has seen at least one post that started with"OMG - sorry guys my kid got into my account" or some other person. It does happen.
Oceana is also correct in assuming that posts made by herself and her 'cousin' will always be a bit suspect as to if they are who they say they are. Because of this silly mistake that COULD happen to many of us. However its timing couldn't have been worse. Now, that should make everyone feel just a tad bit sad. If you don't understand why, then turn the telescope around and see it as if it happened to you. Get my drift?
For the record, Oceana, absolutely no one, but yourself has used the term crazy, and surely by the time stamps, you can see why some would think you created a 2nd account. I am NOT saying you did, but only how it could look that way. If you reread those comments you left under both names, as if they were from someone else, let's say myself, then surely from a logical view point you would reach the same conclusion - one of doubt.
Date: 2018-01-21
Hawkseye,
First off, you do realize that when we do a bit of 'sleuthing', as you call it, the result can go either way, yes? And that there are more reasons than trying 'to prove a story false' for looking? Some of us are born curious creatures, with a need to know. Sometimes, this 'sleuthing' supports the OP's claims.
What you see as nit-picking, may be just a form of clarification for some. Personally, I'd rather be asked a hundred questions about details to help make myself clear, then to go misunderstood, and doubted. Not everyone reads all the comments, so the same question might come up a few times. Never mind the fact that several comments might be being posted at the same time. Or that the questioning is actually attempting to clarify and bare the OP out.
The parties are nothing new. Confused the heck out of me when I first joined here. But, then I began to understand that it was a celebration of a small victory over those who believe that because we believe in the spirit world, that we'll believe ANYTHING. The struggle against trolls is real and ongoing. We do not hold them on every story we doubt, only those where as we feel we have thwarted yet another troll attack (basically someone pretending to have an experience, and wanting us to be quite gullible).
I will tell you this about these 'bullies' as you say, because I know you're still relatively new, here barely a year or so. They may sit on a fence now and then, ask a lot of questions and visit Uncle Google often, but they are also the first ones to say, 'Hey guys! I found this - so THAT really happened!" They are also the first to apologize if they find themselves mistaken. Or offer what they understood the OP to mean. Now if those are the type of folks that 'disgust' and 'sicken' you, I don't know what else to say but maybe we aren't the group for you.
Date: 2018-01-21
I'm a bit confused... Or maybe I'm just not getting what Emmanuel told you that is still frightening you, as what he said already passed. Is it that he already knew these things that frightens you?
I can see where that could be unnerving, but hardly scary.
Did your neighbor say when this suicide took place? I'm just trying for a time frame here. Was it shortly after/during your return home? Was your house broken into, for them to do such a thing? And why your house? (I know you don't know why, but that's something I'd be asking.)
I ask because for those with the sight, some see the future, some see the past as if today, and then there are those who see both. This small tidbit could shed light on Emmanuel.
There's something else I really don't understand. Since your original plan was to sail back to the UK, but then you decided to fly, did you cut your holiday short or stay the extra time afforded?
Now this is from jealous me: you have a job where you can afford foreign property, as well as the time off to enjoy it? Gads, I simply can't imagine having that kind of luxury. I'm lucky if I can afford to go camping in my backyard!
Date: 2018-01-12
Jubeele - you've had me craving pot stickers SO badly, I actually ordered some delivered for lunch from a new place. I actually haven't had any in about 10 years. Why? You ask, knowing my weakness for them. Because where I live, well the Chinese/Oriental food served up is a lot like going to Taco Bell and expecting real Mexican food. Just not happening. But the ones I got today weren't too bad. YAY!
Guys, don't sweat the karma points. Unless you're collecting enough that your comment gets hidden, just ignore it. If you ARE getting that many negative 'votes', maybe you need to rethink what you said.
Date: 2018-01-12
Somebody say pot stickers?
Jubeelee and Rex, you'll need your troll hunters' names.
You take your first pet's name and the street you were born.
For instance, I had a dog named Rebel, and I was born on Racine Ave. That makes me Rebel Racine.
Date: 2018-01-08
Tweed,
True enough. People were accused of witchcraft over all kinds of things. However, in answer to your question, " what about the witches who were never found out? Surely they must haunt the land occasionally, and surely they'd be helpful ghosts." The reason we don't hear about them is they still haven't been found out! Lol
You've heard of Bloody Mary right? Look into a mirror in a dark room with only a candle, say her name and she gets you! EEEK! You're doomed if you don't have your trusty toothbrush at the ready!
However there is also a thing called mirror gazing (quite a bit like scrying), which is also used to see the dead. Dim light preferred (candle) and while gazing into the mirror you concentrate on the person you wish to contact. Some say to call that person's name, others say silence is better. Now, I'm willing to bet, most have not heard of this art, for lack of a better term. Why? It just isn't as sensational as the mirror with Bloody Mary. And so it is when it comes to tales of a witch. Just look at who is remembered most from literature/movies - Glenda, the good witch, or Wicked Witch of the West.
Date: 2018-01-05
GhOst,
Did you actually see this book? Because, I have to tell you, it sounds like Aaron was spinning a yarn, or repeating an urban legend.
First of all, there is NO documentation that anyone in America was ever burnt as a witch. (Notice, I didn't say no one was ever burnt at the stake, because that did happen in places like Germany, but even most of Europe preferred hanging.) If, this was an isolated case that somehow escaped any historical mention, then how did the author learn of it?
Although a pregnant witch may suffer the noose, she would not have been burnt. Indeed, generally the execution was normally delayed until after she gave birth.
They were buried not within the confines of the local cemetery, however outside on the perimeter, or perhaps, placed in a family plot on their own property. Certainly not in the center of the site.
In the 1800s, when a woman died in childbirth and the babe stillborn, the child was placed in the arms of the mother and they were buried in the same casket. Next to her headstone would be a smaller one representing the babe. The same held true for a pregnant woman. One casket, two headstones.
I'd certainly be interested in the name of this cemetery, or even the title of that book.
RC,
Something you might want to consider for your emergency kit is a hand cranked/solar powered flashlight radio. Mine includes a USB output/ charger for mobile phones. No worries about batteries 😊

Maggie, I'm not ignoring your story, but rather, I believe, as you yourself said, it needed to be told. Someone out there needs to hear it.
Date: 2018-01-01
*peeks over T-Rex's tail* Happy 2018, all! Hopefully I'm not too muffled by all the pot stickers I've been scarfing. 😊 Rex-T was gobbling them all up, so I had to hide behind big T just to get some.
Here's back the empty pate, Jubeele - I let big T lick it, hope that's ok. Great party!
Jubeele,
There are too many things about and in the photo, that speaks to it's authenticity of 1860, BUT (ooh I have a 'but'!) an idea has occurred to me. Perhaps the caregiver was mistaken in it being Aunt Sylvie, but was instead her Mother?
I know if I compare pictures of myself and my mom at the age of say 20, you can't really tell us apart. Perhaps they too shared a resemblance. As, I said, I could see Aunt Sylvie in that young face, so why wouldn't the caregiver? Just as I can see myself in the face of my Mother.
It's a mystery for sure. 🤔
Sorry she's been mischievous with you.
Jubeele,
It's true - Aunt Sylvie did love me. One of the things she told me is we were birds of a feather and she would always have my back. Maybe, the problems posting this story, was just her showing me she's still watching over me?
Often in the letters she wrote me, she'd address some issue I was having that I had not mentioned, either by omission or sometimes it had occurred after I had mailed my reply off. Yet, there in her spidery hand would be advise, or a solution, sometimes predating the problem! An example of this was I received a package from her once, containing dried herbs and bark, with instructions on how to brew a tea from them for 'fever and sore throat', as well as telling me that baking soda in a tepid bath helped with itchiness.
The next week, I came down with scarlatina (also called scarlet fever), which was confirmed by a doctor.
I'll try and send you her picture. 😊
Rex-T,
You know that one geeky friend everyone takes their computer problems to? Apparently, I'm her. Lol I did run diagnostic tests and several anti-virus programs, just on the off chance there was something mundane going on. I even considered it being a prank by human hands, but several things made me cancel that idea; I'm the only one with access to my computer, even the desk top is password protected, and no one knew I was writing about Aunt Sylvie, so it wasn't like something I could get from email links. Certainly had me scratching my head!
Jubeelee,
I had a similar experience when attempting to write about my 4x great Aunt Sylvie. It was as if my computer would gain a mind of its own. I posted about it, and if you like you can read them. So far, she's the only relation of mine, that 'objected' to being a subject of mass focus (lol). Aunt Sylvie was a rather private person, I was wondering if your Grandma was also the same?
Wishing you and all our YGS members a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Paranoid_believer,
If I'm to understand correctly, what you are really wondering is if there's a corralation between your lost internet connection and the sound you heard? That's a hard call to make, unless it repeats itself.
The one thing I can think of, that would be easy to do, is call your provider and inquire if there was some problem or maintenance being done at that date and time. It could be something as simple as they were updating, and would help rule out it being 'normal'.

The next thing I would do is ask about as to whether anyone else had heard that cart. That time of day, most would be asleep, I think, but still, it wouldn't hurt. Honestly, assuming you're normally asleep at that time too, it's something that may happen often and you simply sleep through it.
Emma and 8Ms,
I'm very pleased that you like this. That particular house will always be one of my favorites.
Date: 2017-12-09
Hey Fergie, 😊
Poor George. Of course I don't KNOW, but I get the distinct impression that that house had more than one ghostie. As you were describing the incident with the duvet, I thought of two young guys (around George's 20 years, or a bit younger) arguing over whether to scare him or not (cat fight?). No intent to harm, just scare. Then agreeing to lift the duvet. As far as I've seen, spirits don't alter material, do they? A soft duvet, will remain a soft duvet, so it would take two to lift the entire thing at once.
Of course the footsteps on the stairs could be residual, but from the description, it sounds like an older man. Perhaps tired from hard work, making his way to bed.
Although scary, at least no one was ever hurt. They can be thankful for that!
Hi 8Ms,
I can believe this was Homma having one last laugh. Growing up, my mom told me about a music box my Grandma had. She'd talked about it often enough I could 'see' it, if you follow. A couple of years after Grandma's passing, I was visiting my Aunt (they lived in another state), really kind of surprised her when I picked it up saying, "Grandma's music box!", as she knew I had NEVER seen it before. She told me she didn't know why she'd kept it because it was broken and hadn't worked since Grandma died. Broken or not, in my heart I knew it would mean a lot to my mom, so I asked if I could have it for her. Long story short, I took it back home and almost the moment my Mom touched it, it started playing. I really believe it had just been waiting for my Mom, to give her one last 'moment' of her Mom.
Coincidence? I doubt it. I think your Homma just wanted to let you know she was alright, and be sure you knew it was her.
Date: 2017-12-02
Jubeele,
Yes, directly under. I was riding double with my kid sister behind me that day, when she decided she'd had enough and wanted off - without warning. Somehow our legs got tangled - I don't remember exactly how she did this or why, but it pulled me off sideways and I landed with my head under Charlie. I must have rolled onto my back on impact. I do recall staring blurry eyed at the bottom of that hoof. I do vaguely remember Charlie reacting to the sudden shift of weight, as horses do. Which is probably how my head got beneath his hoof instead of behind his legs, I remember folks yelling and running to my aid - sort of. I was 9 years old at the time, so it's a really old memory, and you know how those can be. Lol
The wild ride - now that was something! I wrote a poem about it, in a forum I have. If interested, you can take a look; http://threepawssaloon.activeboard.com/t27824159/charlie-and-me/