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The Well Fargo Mystery

Tuesday, 18. August 2009, 02:25:08

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The Case of The Wells Fargo Money
The Daring theft of half a million
dollars from a Wells Fargo armored
truck captured the imagination of
the entire Royston area. * As the
Royston Gazette excitedly
summarized it, the truck had just
been loaded with cash from the First
National Bank on the afternoon of
June 4 when the two or three men
appeared, overpowered the guards,
piled the money into a pick-up
truck, and disappeared--all in less
than five minutes. The investigation
was placed in the hands of
Inspector Matthew Walker. His
skillful inquiries led the police to
three men who often worked
together and were suspected of
several lesser robberies. Some ten
miles from the city, in the little town
of Baskerville, Thomas P.
Stanwick,the amateur logician,
pushed aside a postal chess analysis
and admitted the inspector to his
bungalow. I'm delighted to see you,
Matt,' said Stanwick as they seated
themselves in the living room. 'I
hear you've been doing fine work
on this Wells Farg' Thanks, Tom.'
Walker smiled wearily. 'All the public
attention has put a lot of a pressure
on us to solve it and, if possible,
recover the money.'o case. I've also
heard you have some suspects
under surveillance.' 'That's right.
This is strictly confidential, of
course.' Walker leaned forward in
his armchair. 'We have conclusive
evidence that Charles Acker, Bull
Barrington, and Adam Crowley
organized the ob, and at least two
of them actually carried it out.We've
been monitoring their
communications, hoping to get
more information. *The money has
been hidden and not all three of
them know where it is.It would aid
us enormously to find out who
knows its location. 'To complicate
matters, at least one of them
communicates by a 'lying code,' in
which everything he says is false.
The others speak truthfully.we don't
know which, or how many of them
are using the 'lying code.' Stanwick
idly twisted the tip of his mustache
and chuckled. 'Quite a problem.Can
I help?' 'I hope so.' Walker flipped
open his notebook.'These are the
only helpful statements we've been
able to intercept that might tell us
who's lying and who knows where
the money is Acker: Barrington is
using the lying, and I knowwhere
the money is. Barington: Acker was
out of town at the time of the
robbery. Crowley: Acker was in
town at the time of the robbery if
and only if he knows where the
money is. Barrington: I don't use
the lying code. Acker: either I was
in town at the time of the robbery
or Crowleydoes not use the lying
code. Crowley: Not all of us use the
lying code. I don't know where the
money is. 'As you can see, it�s a bit
of a tangle,� Walker concluded.
Stanwick took and studied the
notebook for a few minutes and
handed it back. 'My dinner's almost
ready,� he said, standing up. 'Put
roast, potatoes, and peas. Since
you'll be working late anyway, I
hope you can stay long enough to
join me. In the meantime, I'll be glad
to tell you who is lying, and at least
one man who knows where the
money is. Who is lying? Who
knows where the money is?

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First apartment

Monday, 17. August 2009, 06:06:05

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I had just finished high school and a
buddy and I decided to get an
apartment together. I have been
sensitive to spirits my whole life and
it turned out he had a family ghost
when he was in Tennessee. We
didn't know each others ghost
histories before we moved in
together, and the place seemed
mellow when we went to check it so
we decided to move in.
It didn't take long for strange things
to start happening. When I would
go to bed I would hear noises like
light switches being flicked on and
off and my door knob would shake
violently at times. When this all
started I was the only one home.
When my roommate came back
from working all week out of city I
told him what was going on and
that is when he told me about
Tennessee and how his family was
followed by a ghost all the way
across the country to Washington.
So I figured it was just playing
games with me but him and his
family were convinced it was a
good ghost and never did anything
like that before.
As time progressed things started to
get worse. When we would go to
bed I would make sure I had my
cell right next to me and my
roommate would take our landline
to bed with him. We would both
hear footsteps up and down the
hallway, shaking of both our
doorknobs and sometimes
pounding on our bedroom doors.
It would get to the point were he
would call me to see if I was doing it
to scare him, but no I was in bed
not wanting to move.
So we decided to put mirrors up
everywhere in our apartment just to
see if we could catch the reflection
of whatever was there. I
strategically placed one so I could
watch TV and see down the
hallway. One night we were
watching a movie and I happened
to glance over. I saw what looked
like a bad shadowed tall figure
coming fast as hell down the
hallway towards the mirror. Startled
me so bad I jumped straight out of
my seat on the couch I was on.
My roommate only had one major
experience besides the normal night
time occurrences. He got peed one
night because he thought I was
messing with him and not answering
my cell phone so he got up and
decided to check the hallway.
Nothing there, so as he walked
back to his bed he mumbled "this is
bull s..." and his door slammed close
right afterwards. He didn't go back
to check the hallway again.
I decided to move out and try living
in my own for a bit and according
to my old roommate things have
stopped. They stopped right after I
left, and he still lives there today 7
years later. Was it his family's ghost
that followed him up from
Tennessee? I don't think so, I got
the feeling it was evil and I have
never gotten along so hot with evil
spirits. Good spirits are ok, even lost
spirits are ok, but when you have
to deal with an evil spirit things start
getting a lot more intense and seem
so be a lot more disturbing.

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When Vulnerable Ghost Prowls

Saturday, 15. August 2009, 16:24:55

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My friend lives in a building, and in
his suite, he tells me there's
something weird about it, like a
presence, He stays with his family,
his mom, and two little brothers. He
lived there for a couple of years. I
believed him because I had
previous Ghost experiences.
Just recently, his family and I were
partying for a good 5 days straight.
Then one night About 4am I awoke
to a bunch of bare feet foot steps,
like kids so I got up looked around
no one was there, I thought it was
the kids, but it was still dark and
everyone was still asleep, I still felt
half cut from the night before and
half asleep, I was on the couch in
the living room the TV was on but it
was on mute, so I didn't really think
nothing of it. I covered my head
with the blanket. Then I closed my
eyes then I heard some sort of
music in my head that reminded me
of the song hotel California (the
eagles). I opened my eyes under
the blanket. Listened and it was still
there. Then the foot steps got
louder then before, like they were
running back and forth right beside
me, so I tried to get up to look but I
couldn't move. Then I panicked
and tried to yell, but couldn't, my
arms were on my chest and I
couldn't move. I then heard like a
thousand voices in my head, and
through the holes in the blanket I
could see a dark figure standing
over me watching me. I tried yelling
and getting up but still couldn't. The
figure moved away and as it did I
felt I could move my arms slowly,
so I pushed the blanket off, sat up
looked around nothing was there,
no noise, nothing.
I got up walked around, and
everyone was asleep. I started
thinking I must be going crazy. I
felt scared (and I don't scare easy).
So I just lied there scared.
Wondering what the hell it was, so I
covered my head closed my eyes,
and just as I was about to fall asleep
the music, and footsteps started
again, I opened my eyes under the
blanket and saw the dark figure
again, and again I couldn't move or
yell. It felt as if something sat on me
and was choking me. Then it went
away. I sat up all night with the
lights on until my friend's mom
woke up. I called her and told her I
was scared, and what happened to
me. She told about the house and
that happened to her too, and that
it doesn't happen all the time, mostly
when your half asleep, drunk or
most vulnerable.
TAMBAYAN NG MGA PINOY

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