Hello friends, this is Neville San Delo. Yeah, I have worked all my life as a meat worker in Borchert's Meat Market. Now that I have retired I wanted to pen down some shit on haunted stuff and stories that I heard all my life.
Chopping meat is a boring job. All your life you keep on headbutting your brains along some spare ribs, brisket and the tenderloins. These stuff that blow your mind away come as a relief in the job. The blow of the cleaver deafens you over a period of time. These stories reinvigorate the life back into you.
Though I stayed in Minnesota for a considerable time, I ain't versed with every nook and cranny in the state. So I apologize if I get my Geography wrong. Bear with me folks as I take you on a ride.
This is one REAL experience which one of my friends, Nick Pappalpodos recited to me. Nick is half Greek and half Albanian. I guess his roots make him take this spooky stuff seriously.
Now you must all know about Roselawn Cemetery on Larpenter Avenue West. Most of you must be aware of it being haunted. We have heard various folks in the neighborhood speak about the ghosts they have spotted in the place.
Man, it makes my hair stand on its end to even think about it. It's real stuff, man.
Now, my man Nick was 20-something at the time of this incident. He used to stay at Larpenter Avenue at that time. So he was out one night with his buddies and they had a great night with some beers in Spearmint Rhino Strip Club. He was down but not out. Sloshed, but not to the extent that he couldn't drive. In those days, law wasn't that strict, neither were there cops at every corner. So my buddy got in his automobile and started to drive. There was no moon.
Now he must have been driving at 35-40 miles per hour, so you could say that he wasn't driving fast. But with the drink in him, it would take a couple of extra seconds to brake. The speed was enough to knock somebody over and break some bones.
He makes a turn near Roselawn Cemetery and suddenly, this man appears out of nowhere, and WHACK! He makes a hit. The man flies over the fence of the cemetery. Scared out of his senses, he brakes wildly and gets out of the car. He looks on to the road and finds nothing. Dazed and almost swooning, he jumps over the fence to see if the man had landed there. He doesn't realize in the melee that he was in the cemetery.
He searches frantically but the man who was hit was nowhere to be found. After a couple of seconds, he realizes that there is nobody there.
Just as he was about to hop out of the place, he hears a distant groan and that the voice is quite painful as if somebody might be badly hurt. So he heads in the direction and notices white objects jutting out of the ground. As he heads closer, he realizes he's in a cemetery.
As he reaches a tree that is next to the graves, a white figure with an orb of light pops out of nowhere. He said it had no eyes and that it's face was shining. It had the most wicked smile on its face. He was shell shocked. He runs towards the fence, but as hard he tries to reach it, the fence seems to be farther away. He runs and runs until he faints.
In the morning, he is woken by a tap on his shoulder. A middle aged man inquires him why he was sleeping on a graveyard and whether he was on drugs. He gives a weak smile and narrates him the entire incident. The man looks at him questioningly and takes him inside his room and offers him a cup of chocolate. He advises him to never drive by the graveyard at night.
Within the next week, Nick shifts away from the cemetery. Needless to say, he never went out after dark, ever. Not even on a night shift.
Nick has a strong heart, so he is alive to tell the tale, otherwise anyone with a weak heart would not have made it out alive that night.
Chopping meat is a boring job. All your life you keep on headbutting your brains along some spare ribs, brisket and the tenderloins. These stuff that blow your mind away come as a relief in the job. The blow of the cleaver deafens you over a period of time. These stories reinvigorate the life back into you.
Though I stayed in Minnesota for a considerable time, I ain't versed with every nook and cranny in the state. So I apologize if I get my Geography wrong. Bear with me folks as I take you on a ride.
This is one REAL experience which one of my friends, Nick Pappalpodos recited to me. Nick is half Greek and half Albanian. I guess his roots make him take this spooky stuff seriously.
Now you must all know about Roselawn Cemetery on Larpenter Avenue West. Most of you must be aware of it being haunted. We have heard various folks in the neighborhood speak about the ghosts they have spotted in the place.
Man, it makes my hair stand on its end to even think about it. It's real stuff, man.
Now, my man Nick was 20-something at the time of this incident. He used to stay at Larpenter Avenue at that time. So he was out one night with his buddies and they had a great night with some beers in Spearmint Rhino Strip Club. He was down but not out. Sloshed, but not to the extent that he couldn't drive. In those days, law wasn't that strict, neither were there cops at every corner. So my buddy got in his automobile and started to drive. There was no moon.
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Now he must have been driving at 35-40 miles per hour, so you could say that he wasn't driving fast. But with the drink in him, it would take a couple of extra seconds to brake. The speed was enough to knock somebody over and break some bones.
He makes a turn near Roselawn Cemetery and suddenly, this man appears out of nowhere, and WHACK! He makes a hit. The man flies over the fence of the cemetery. Scared out of his senses, he brakes wildly and gets out of the car. He looks on to the road and finds nothing. Dazed and almost swooning, he jumps over the fence to see if the man had landed there. He doesn't realize in the melee that he was in the cemetery.
He searches frantically but the man who was hit was nowhere to be found. After a couple of seconds, he realizes that there is nobody there.
Just as he was about to hop out of the place, he hears a distant groan and that the voice is quite painful as if somebody might be badly hurt. So he heads in the direction and notices white objects jutting out of the ground. As he heads closer, he realizes he's in a cemetery.
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As he reaches a tree that is next to the graves, a white figure with an orb of light pops out of nowhere. He said it had no eyes and that it's face was shining. It had the most wicked smile on its face. He was shell shocked. He runs towards the fence, but as hard he tries to reach it, the fence seems to be farther away. He runs and runs until he faints.
In the morning, he is woken by a tap on his shoulder. A middle aged man inquires him why he was sleeping on a graveyard and whether he was on drugs. He gives a weak smile and narrates him the entire incident. The man looks at him questioningly and takes him inside his room and offers him a cup of chocolate. He advises him to never drive by the graveyard at night.
Within the next week, Nick shifts away from the cemetery. Needless to say, he never went out after dark, ever. Not even on a night shift.
Nick has a strong heart, so he is alive to tell the tale, otherwise anyone with a weak heart would not have made it out alive that night.
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