This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment HTML MessageJust another reason I don't tune on All Hallows Eve :-). JeffO ----- Original Message -----=20 From: David Ilvedson=20 To: caut@ptg.org ; pianotech@ptg.org=20 Sent: Monday, October 31, 2005 7:46 PM Subject: [CAUT] ????? OK, guys & gals... Very strange experience this evening. I had to work late...not my = usual MO. It was the old Johnson place up on East Sharp Park hill. I = received a note telling me where to go and where the key would be = hidden. I arrived at the appointed time...6 pm. It was unusally dark = this evening...end of day light savings I guess...I found the key under = the gargoyle on the porch. That was weird enough. I could have sworn = the eyes were following me as I moved to the door. What a door!! Huge, = black oak planks held together by relentless iron hardware In the = center of the door was an enormous iron ring. Just for fun, even = though I had the key, I lifted the knocker and let it fall. B O O = M...sounding like an amplified, fishless, 5'1" grand in the low = tenor...I jumped back and then got my composure and reached for the = latch...but the door moved open without a sound..."wait a minute"...I = stepped back and fished in my kit for my trusty 4 inch flash. I = rotated the lense and got a focused beam which I aimed into the front = room. I searched for the light switched on both sides, inside the door. = Nothing. Interestingly I could see candlelight emanating from the = right side of the stairs. Carefully moving through the foyer, my = service kit and vacuum cleaner hanging from my shoulders, I could just = makeout light coming from below a door. I was able to move to the door = without making a noise. I turned the doorknob and pushed it open. Dark = bookshelves lit with candles...but no piano. I made my way back into = the entry area. To the left was some sort of an office...no piano. = Straight ahead was the kitchen/dining area...no piano. I went back to = the foyer and looked up the winding stairs. They split off about = halfway up, to the left and to the right. Above the stairway split was = a immense window. Behind the window the waining moon was lit. Having = no other way to go, I accended the stairway. At the landing was an = open archway leading into the large room. A perfect place for = a...piano. There it was in the corner, darkly brooding. I made my way = to the piano. It was a square grand, seemingly...strange looking...like = a coffin. As I approached it suddenly started moving towards me. The = legs...were...taking...steps...this was no piano. It WAS a coffin. I = turned and ran back towards the archway. Two doors slammed shut in my = face. I turned and tried to get between a sofa and the coffin. It = moved towards me with slow, but relentless intent. Thinking quickly...I = reached into my kit and somewhere in the bottom was just what I needed. = I pulled my Smith Brothers cough drops and stopped the coffin.... Sorry. David Ilvedson, RPT Pacifica, California ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: https://www.moypiano.com/ptg/caut.php/attachments/df/47/8e/5b/attachment.htm ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment--
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