Strange days indeed . . .

Another story revolving around my Aunt Elsa had to do with a warning she received from a very menacing looking man dressed all in black . . .

I remember this story my father told me one time about a man he once knew.

My family on my Mother’s side has always seemed to be very superstitious and they believe in the paranormal and ghosts and such. Especially my Great Aunt Mary (God rest her soul). That must be where I got it from. I remember there were always wonderful little ghost stories that my cousins (Michelle and Tammy) and I heard from Aunt Mary that we would tell back and forth about strange happenings in our family history. Here are two such stories about my Uncle Billy, an uncle neither myself nor my cousins ever met as he was killed in the war years before we were born.