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Grenouille
Colonial Settler
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 Posted - October 21 2003 : 6:48:25 PM
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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
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