Time of Year 2 (Halloween)

Do you believe in the supernatural?

 

This post is an update to: Time of Year (Halloween) posted September 27, 2013 http://www.being50.com/2013/09/time-of-year-halloween.html

In my post on this subject I previously mentioned that I was surprised by the lyrics of the song Hotel California by the Eagles, and I quoted an interview by the Eagles vocalist, during a 60 Minutes Interview back in 2007 his answer was:  It’s basically a song about the dark underbelly of the American Dream, and excess in America which is something we know about.

 

Well I did some additional research that included talking to a friend whom I consider knowledgeable if not worldly.  The lyrics that were most unsettling to me were:

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

After getting my friends interpretation I feel like I’m bordering on being naive (square).  My friend’s almost instant response was that the message was about being addicted to drugs.  My excuse might be that I don’t have or ever have had any addictions regarding smoking alcohol, or drugs, so I don’t identify with the dark lyrics.  I always maintain a cheerful outlook.  I was actually fooled in the last 12 months by someone that was telling me untruths with a straight face, and my wife pointed out to me not to be taken in by tall stories.  I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt.

The story I was originally going to post, was actually printed in the local newspaper, and was posted as a mystery with supernatural connotations.

The reporter’s interest in the story was that the man was local to our town but the incident had taken place a few miles away.  As best as I remember the story told how this man was driving in a lonely stretch of highway around midnight, when he saw in his headlights a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties trying to flag his car down as if hitchhiking.  It was a warm summer night and he was driving with his windows rolled down.  When he pulled up she asked if she could get a ride to her house in the very next town, and as he was mesmerized by her beauty he couldn’t possibly say no.  She joined him in the front seat and they sparked a lively conversation that served to keep him awake.

When they pulled up to her house, she invited him in for a drink or a cup of coffee, and he was more than willing to spend more time with her so he followed her into the house.  They ended drinking and spending the night together, the next morning she served him a hot cup of coffee and they said there goodbyes.  On the way home he realized that he didn’t have his wallet on him, so he turned around to the address where he had spent the night.  To his surprise he didn’t recognize the house, because in its place was an abandoned house that was boarded up.

He flagged down a patrol car that was driving by and explained what had happened, and after some effort the police secured permission from the home owner to go into the abandoned house.  The interior of the house was the same layout and furniture in locations that he had described to the police officer before they entered.  When they entered the bedroom his wallet was lying near the foot of the bed, but it also was covered with the same cobwebs that filled the whole house.  The landlord who had accompanied the man and police officer into the house explained that the previous night was the fifth anniversary of the car accident that took the life of his tenant, a beautiful 27 year old woman that lived in and apparently haunted the house.

Some stories border on unbelievable, but this story was presented as a case that was still under investigation.  Do you believe in the supernatural? I personally have experienced some unexplainable situations, but I subscribed to the theory that if followed to the logical conclusion everything can be explained.  Having said that, I prefer to walk away fast, even if it means having doubt in my mind.  The best is yet to come….