I haven’t read Vi’s story yet (picking up my books soon! Yay!), but I’m pretty sure she’d grant me membership into her RBP (rule-breakers posse).
Talking about the game, Sardines, yesterday – I started to think about a different hide-and-seek game I used to play in high school. During my senior year, the big thing to do (and don’t ask why, please – because I honestly can’t explain it) was to sneak into the local cemetery to visit Flo.
Flo was the name of a ghostly girl who died too young in life in the late 1800’s. To get her to come out and play, you had to walk down to her headstone, read the epitaph and then walk back up the lane slowly without looking back, until you reached the top/starting point. Flo would appear as a green glowing ball and follow you up the lane.
I think it worked. I think I may have seen something. It could have been a random headlight, hitting a reflective bulb positioned just so in a nearby tree to make me think there was a green, glowing ball. It might have been something else. I had a few friends tell me that Flo appeared to them as a girl in a long dress. Of course, that was all the times I wasn’t with them. Hmm…
Regardless, the cemetery closed at dusk and being inside after dark was technically trespassing. But, we did it anyways. And several times, my friends and I even had to duck behind headstones and freeze like statues as patrol cars passed a few feet away from us, their searchlights panning the grass and paths for movement.
*shakes head* Ahh. The things kids do… Still -I never got caught. I broke the rules. Successfully. :) Would I recommend cemetery-dodge-the-cops-hide-and-seek to future generations of teenagers? As a mother to a teenage girl, I know I should answer “NO!” to that question… I plead the fifth.
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Fun story. Did you ever see Flo?
My friends and I went to a few cemeteries after dark. Then later one, we went to a park after hours to catch ghosts. Good times.
Oooo ... "To get her to come out and play, you had to walk down to her headstone, read the epitaph and then walk back up the lane slowly without looking back?
That gives me chills thinking about doing that very thing. When I was little, I loved to be scared to death. And then I couldn't sleep and my parents would get mad at me. =D
gosh, we never thought NOT to play in a cemetary; just a part of childhood! we also played Ghost in the Graveyard! spooky...
great post!
Donea you're hilarious! I loved this story! The best one yet. I loved the 'rule' breaking! I wish I could think of something super fun like that... then again I'm sort of terrified just thinking about it so I'm already a chicken.
I miss commenting on your blog! Yay for me! I got time today :)
What a creepy tradition! I never did anything that daring. But I kind of wish I had. :)
That's kind of scary, actually. Way to break the rules AND be brave about it. Thanks for joining our blog hop!
I am sure Flo appreciated your visits!
LOL, bacon-bit confetti. Too funny. I haven't read it yet, either, and I'm dying to!! And LOL about Flo. Yeah, the things kids do...
Love it! We had a haunted cemetery too, but you didn't dare go out at night because of all the prowling weirdo's. Great story.
I'm looking forward to reading Possession.
Cemeteries were great fun to play in as a kid :)
Hey Donea!
I couldn't do the graveyard thing. I'm still freaked out by ghost stories I heard as a kid!
That sounds like a fun game.
Yay on Possession.
Yay Possession. I'm currently reading it. Awesome.
I don't think I could have gone to a cemetery and red an epitaph expecting to see a ghost. Sounds too "Candyman" for me. Creepy. Of course, I'm a wimp.
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