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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Grenouille[/i] [br]Here a story from the web: More Williamsburg Stories by kbhigg@maila.wm.edu Hi It's Kat again, stories con't about Williamsburg.... I left off with a story about the girls Elizabeth and Anastasia... The Peyton Radolph house has some VERY current links... In Williamsburg, there are police that patrol both the campus and the old historical district. What they do at night, is go through EVERY house that is not inhabited but used for museum purposes-one of them being the Peyton Randoplph house. There are two main streets in the colonial district-Duke Of Glouster (DOG street, closed off to motorists,just for tourists to freely wander around) and Prince Henry Street,which runs parrallel to DOG and is open to mototrists. Every night, two cops have the duty of checking the houses-one takes DOG, one takes Prince Henry. Peyton Randolph is on PH Street. Well, one night in the early 1990's, two cops did their usual round. WEll, Partner #1 came back on time, but partner #2 was no where to be found. SO, a search patrol went out around Williamsburg, and they found his patrol car, door open, lights on, right in front of the Peyton Randolph house. THe front door was ajar, and when they went inside, they found the officer on, the floor, revolver drawn and cocked, pointing to something on the staircase. He was in shock, his face a ghastly white and twisted in terror. He has never spoken about the incident. He was subsequentially transferred to work as a ccampus police patroller. Sadly enough, he was the victem of a frat prank during his time at WIlliam and Mary. The Frat Phi Tau had gotten ahold of the med school cadavers and taken thehead off of one and placed it on the sundial in front of the library here-which is a very central location. He is now residing at Eastern STate, the local mental insitiution 5 miles off campus. A couple years later, another officer was patrolling the area and was making his usuall rounds at the Peyton Randolphg home. Now, PR (Peyton RAndolph will now be PR) has three floors-2 above ground, and a celler. THe officer went inside and looked around. Finding nothing on the amin two floors, he opened the celler door and proceeded to go into the darkness. He was just two steps down when he haerd the door creaking shut---He tuned around, and when the door shut completely, he found he could not move-He was in a jello like state, free of movement, but he could feel something very real pressing around him-something cold and very frightening. The next thing he knew, the door opened, and his partner was standing in the doorjam. The partner asked the offcer where the hell had he been, and the officer, climbing the stairs out of the celler, gave him a confused look and asked him what he was talking about. Apparently, the officer had bee mising for 6 hours, none of which he can account for. Ever since then, the PR house must be searched by two people, no matter what. In Williamsburg, Christmas is a major tourist attraction. EAch of the houses' windows are lighted with a candle placed on the windowsill and are kept lighted throughout the season. One lady was doing all of them, and had been for the past several years. I believe it was 1993 that the following incident occured. She had finished her nightly illuminating rounds and went off to bed. Arounf midnight her supervisor called her and told her the PR house windows were not all lighted. THinking that was odd, she got up and went out there, and sure enough, the upperleft hand room was not lighted, and the blinds were drawn-the only drawn blinds in the house. So, she relit the lights and went back home. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and it was her supervisor again, reorting that the lights were still out. Frustrated, she went back, and the same [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.