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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Just another reason I don't tune on All =
Hallows Eve
:-).</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>JeffO</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV>
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style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color: =
black"><B>From:</B>
<A title=ilvey@sbcglobal.net =
href="mailto:ilvey@sbcglobal.net">David
Ilvedson</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A title=caut@ptg.org
href="mailto:caut@ptg.org">caut@ptg.org</A> ; <A =
title=pianotech@ptg.org
href="mailto:pianotech@ptg.org">pianotech@ptg.org</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Monday, October 31, 2005 =
7:46
PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> [CAUT] ?????</DIV>
<DIV><BR></DIV>
<P>OK, guys & gals...</P>
<P> </P>
<P>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....</P>
<P> </P>
<P>Sorry.</P>
<P><BR>David Ilvedson, RPT<BR>Pacifica,
California<BR><BR></P></BLOCKQUOTE></BODY></HTML>