Just Grillin’ and Chillin’ and Tellin’ Ghost Stories

    That’s right . . . got the grill going and the fire pit . . . and relaxing with a few ghost stories and paranormal experiences . . .

    I have a few friends who in their youth worked in the fast food industry . . . this was their first job while still in high school . . . and they had some experiences that got them thinking of going to college . . .

    Dave was called to work one night . . . once the after the movies crowd thinned out . . . all was calm and quiet.

    The night manager was in his office doing paperwork.

    Dave was at the take-out window . . . the doors were locked and only the drive-thru window was open . . . All the tables had been cleaned, the floor mopped . . . and all was quiet.

    He heard the jingle of the bell that someone was at the drive-thru menu . . . “Good evening, welcome to ????? may I take your order?”

    Dave didn’t hear the humm of a car motor . . . but he waited . . . then he stuck his head out the take-out window . . . but saw nothing. He thought maybe someone walking by tripped the bell — it may have been a big dog . . . Dave dismissed it and took the trash out to the dumpster. 

    He felt as though he was being watched . . . he had a feeling someone was right behind him . . .

    Dave didn’t want to turn around . . . his thoughts were on getting the trash in the dumpster and going back into the building . . . He felt an ice cold chill run down his spine . . . and felt the cold breath next to his ear . . . a raspy voice whispered “I’ve been watching you . . . ”

    He ran around the building twice before finding the employees only door he went out of earlier to take out the trash . . .

    Once inside Dave leaned against the counter, trying to calm his breathing and the pounding of his heart in his chest.

    The night manager, Pete, came to the kitchen for some coffee. He took one look at Dave and said, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!!”

    “No . . . I didn’t see a ghost . . . but I think I heard one . . .” Dave had difficulty getting the words out.

    After sipping some hot coffee, Dave calmed down and told Pete what happened outside near the dumpsters.

    “It was probably some old guy from the train tracks having some fun with you. Those old guys are just passing through.” Pete explained. “I had a similar experience, but my guy robbed the place.”

    It was store policy to empty the cash drawer and then call the police once the guy was gone.

    Dave felt a little better . . . but he was still uneasy . . . He was hoping his mom and little sister were safe at home. His dad was out of town on a business trip. He wanted to call home, but didn’t want to upset his mom.

    Just before his shift was over, Dave saw a car pull up and park just outside the take-out window. A man got out . . . It was his dad!!

    “Your mother had a weird feeling you were in danger and called me home. Is your shift over?”

    “Yeah Dad.”

    His dad walked him to his car and told him he’d follow him home. As he turned towards his own car, he saw red glowing eyes out by the dumpsters . . . one eye twitched as though it was winking at him while the other one focused on him . . . unblinking . . .

    Dave stopped his car beside his dad, “What’s the matter?”

    “Nothing . . . I thought I saw something . . . Let’s take the long way home . . .”

    It was years later before Dave’s dad told him what he saw near the dumpsters . . . Both Dave and his dad were grateful Dave’s mother had a sixth sense about Dave being in danger.

    There is truly something to be said about women’s intuition . . . and the strange paranormal things that are prowling around at night.

    I hope you enjoyed this paranormal tale . . . and may share one of your own in the comments below.

    Oh! And if you’re in the mood for some ghost hunting . . . here are a few items you may find useful:

    I do have a voice activated recorder and I did capture a “voice” and “sounds” that scared the dickens out of me!!

    Have fun!

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon

    Still In The Heat Of Summer

    August is one of those months without a “holiday,” but it is a big month for many throughout at least North America. There’s going back to school, preparing for the change of season, getting ready for Labor Day — just one last trip to the mountains or a family BBQ.

    There may be many of us in the southern regions who are concentrating on keeping cool. Our days may be warm, but our nights cool down nicely.

    My thoughts turn to fall and a nice cup of cocoa with family and friends with conversation. Or maybe break out the graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars to make a gooey treat.

    I’m sure if I put my mind to it, I could come up with 101 variations of making S’Mores. I do wonder where that name came from.

    No one has announced that they’re the original creator of S’Mores, but back in 1927, a recipe was published in Tramping and Trailing with the Girl Scouts. Loretta Scott Crew is credited for  what she called “Some Mores.” She evidently made them for the Girl Scouts by the campfire.

    I imagine, they were roasting marshmallows when Loretta got the brilliant idea to add the chocolate to a graham cracker with the toasted marshmallow and make a sandwich cookie. Or maybe it was one of the young ladies.

    Well, the tradition definitely took off! I don’t know who changed the name to S’Mores, but that has caught on quite nicely.

    Then people decided to mess with the recipe, but keep the authentic taste. It can be made with all kinds of chocolate candy mini bars. Roasted marshmallows have remained as have the graham crackers.

    I’m sure if you search the net you’ll find someone who gave s’mores a complete makeover. You may have your own variation that you share with your family.

    If you haven’t had S’Mores this summer, I suggest you give them a try. Or at least roast/toast some marshmallows.

    Thanks for stopping by!