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From: "SPR" (park@jacksonville.net)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Fish House
Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 02:56:22 GMT
I was 16 or 17 years old and worked as a shrimper out of Beaufort, NC. I was trained as mate by the owner (Capt. F) of the boat who was 72 years old and lacked the strength and stamina of his younger years. Finally, I was given command of this 25' channel net boat.
The boat was moored at an old fish house on Taylor's Creek that was literally built in one day by the boat owner's father, "Capt. P" in the 1930's. I had strange feelings while working in the old fish house quite often, but never felt anything malevolent. Other sounds were heard, but I always attributed the sounds to nets and other equipment settling in the loft and other places (this place was stuffed). Capt. P when alive had a reputation for being a hard and even abusive individual. He supposedly tolerated few people and was particularly hard on his boys (I knew two of them well).
One night I was shrimping in the river when a huge storm started approaching from the West. Quickly, I retrieved the net into the towed skiff, and headed for the fish house just as the storm hit. The storm was as bad as I had assumed it would be and I could only move at a slow pace. The seas in the river rose up to about four feet and the rain came down in torrents, but I eventually reached the relative safety of Taylor's Creek. The rain and wind subsided before I reached the fish house, but the lightening was still illuminating the skies as the storm passed to the East. During a few of the lightening flashes, I saw a face looking out of the window wearing a pair of glasses. The face was definitely a male face and he had a thoughtful look on his face.
As I approached the dock, I saw Capt. F. standing on the dock frantically pacing back and forth. He helped to tie the boat, inquired to my safety, and then went on board to make sure that the boat was ok. As I walked through the door to the fish house, I saw Capt. F's wife sitting on the old couch that was inside. She was very calm and was smiling cheerfully. I asked her what she found amusing and she said she was laughing at her husband being in such a tizzy over my safety. She then stated that she knew I was ok because Capt. P. told her so. I asked if Capt. P wore glasses and she went on to describe the wire rimmed glasses I had seen during my approach. She added that Capt. P. has been standing by the window, amused at his son's antics on the dock.
Capt. F's wife did not get along with Capt. P. when he was alive, but she told me that since his death, they got along quite well. He had been drawn to her, as she was very sensitive and no one else in the immediate family could see him. She had many spiritual experiences in her life. She later told me that she only saw him in the fish house, usually when Capt. F. was worrying about something.
There was one other time Capt. F.'s wife had a psychic experience that I witnessed, but I will save this one for another time.
Stephen
Any more room on the porch?
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