Allegedly the church was closed down due to paranormal activity. Any information I have found was about "13 Bends". This is erroneous because the Boys' Club in Coulterville was deliberately set on fire by the Fire Dept. The REAL 13 Bends is by Little Boston in McKeesport, PA. They're building a Wal Mart there now. I am looking for info on the closed down Church and Graveyard near there. There are cryptic rumors of a "curse". The town is quiet and unsettling, and there are more "No Tresspassing" signs posted vigorously everywhere to make a body really wonder what is going on.
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i can't seem to find any info on it. why not contact the church itself...nearby church for more answeres.
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no one knows the literal number of angels that got cast down. we only know that 1/3 of the angel population was cast down. so however you got that information, it is not founded on anything biblical.
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No Fire & Brimstone here...\nFour years ago, a few friends and I made the trek from Melbourne to Junee In New South Wales to visit a homestead called Monte Cristo.\nIt's a tourist attraction now, reputed to be Australia's most haunted house.\nThe owners of the property actually live on site, and invite tourists to spend the night, and take the tour. My girlfriend at the time wasn't pleased, so we opted for a cabin in the hills.\nIt was a gorgeous summer night, and the tour was fascinating. Later, as we went to leave, we all piled into the car, and my girlfriends seat was soaked, from top to bottom in a cold, clammy residue. Nothing else in the car was affected.\nWe photographed it, and her clothing after she jumped out of the car screaming.....\nWhen we arrived at the cabin we were staying in, there was no trace of the strange gel. Not in the car, or on her clothing.\nThe photo's clearly show it, yet 15 minutes later, there was nothing to see.\nProbably not the cool kind of story you were after, but it has us wondering, to this day.
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Hi munstermunch,\nI met the Trevor once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Trevor from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of Trevor's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Trevor was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of Trevor for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if Trevor got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you munstermunch, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Mason
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We used to meet there & Devil worship in the 70's. Frightening stuff! A couple of people died there!
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Freedom of speech just like You are demonstrating here, and We are demonstrating back.  Hopefully People would pray for You.  If They are strong in Their beliefs, Their faith, You wouldn't be anything more than a temporary distraction.\nIt wouldn't be loitering, but it might be tress passing, depending on if the People's yard You were standing in didn't want You there.  Lots of Church's are by houses.\n\nWhy, are there People standing by Your house holding signs that read There is a God, and  an afterlife, so get with the program?
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The author (Marinville) ended up sacrificing himself and let the others escape...He blew up the mine.\nMary got away from Tak...\n\nWhat I was most puzzled by is what happened to Mary's husband Peter and Pi's bodies that were left at the bottom of the stairs.\n\nIt will probably be on DVD soon.
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There is a haunted resteraunt in the town I grew up in called carousel Gardens...many people say they have seen a "ghost" there When I was 14 my friend and I went with her uncle to the resteraunt..which used to be the house of the womwn who aupposedly haunts it today, since my friend's uncle new the people who owned the place we were allowed to visit the attic part of the house where the woman's belongings where. We started to take photographs and later had them developed at the local pharmacy\nIn one of the pictures you can clearly see a white mass behind us, there were no mirrors in the room, only a velvet curtain hanging up...we were featured in the local paper, and the picture still hangs in the resteraunt...we were also contacted by the warrens, and they use our photo in some of their shows\n\nClick this link...we are the photo in the upper left hand corner\nhttp://www.carouselgardens.com/paranormal.html#firstrow
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There is quite an elaborate and wonderful story that mormons relate about the native americans.  I don't know if they are right, but it sure is interesting and probably one of the kinder forms of christianity that I've seen.  You should read some of their stuff, it's not bad!\n\nbtw:  if they are right... I will be in the terrestial kingdom (third level heaven) with all my friends... picture bourbon street!\n\nNot a bad option!
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I don't really exactly know, but there were some bitondo in Dover,   Rocco and john.   My aunt Mary who lives in Morris Plains might know the story.    Her name is Mary Marrinaro live on Kennedy place .\nShe is in her 80's and usually knows family history.  So she might be of help.  Peter Bitondo e-mail (peterbitondo@gmail.com)
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Such an event was not published in the press, see link 1.\n\nPossibility: phone the cemetery directly, see link 2.
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Here is a famous story in my city, almost everyone here knows it\n\nIn the Downtown area, there is a bell tower over 120 years old\n\nOne night only two workers were working on the tower which was still being built. One worker had an accident with one of the large boulders he was working with and got himself killed. the other worker was afraid that people would believe he killed the other worker since no one else was around, so he took the workers body and buried it in the bell tower wall and he left for mexico the next day.\n\neventually, the tower was finsihed, but wierd things would happen in it such as moaning and things moving, no one knew why. A long time passed, and the other worker when on his deathbed told about how he had buried a fellow workers body in a bell tower in Cheyenne, WY after he died. Much later, in the mid 1990's, two local radio reporters got the courage to spend halloween night in the bell tower. They reported live from the bell tower, i listened to it myself,and everything at first was running smoothly up untill midnight. when it was midnight the reporters started to hear a bunch of wierd noises, bangs off in other rooms. Eventually really wierd things started to happen, like equipment moving on its own, moaning noises where heard, and the reporters got so freaked out they ran for the door which was locked and they couldnt get out. Luckily, one of the churche's janitors was listening to the report and drove down and unlocked the door for them. they ran out leaving all ther equipment and everything.\n\nAfter that, the city got curious as to how true the stroy of the body i the wall was, so they took some sort of x-ray machine to the bell tower and sure enough, there were bones in it.\n\nalso after this, all the teachers at my school were talking about it and i listened to them one time during detention\n\nSometimes, at night, when the church is all locked up, people walking by at 4 in the morining or people wh live nearby will here the organ playing.\n\nyou can see pictures of this church in the 1800s here, sometime after construction on it was completed:\n\nhttp://www.wyomingtalesandtrails.com/cap...\n\nnotice its tall bell tower, in the left of the picture
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I posted a question about 2 wks ago asking for help.My brother was murdered,and a 17yr old girl did it.She got charged with youthful offender and she turned 18 a month later.Her friends are in jail too on charges of 1st degree murder. My brothers name was Robby Brown  Stillwater,OK.Payne County. I hope someone out there is still thinking or us.We had missing flyers posted for 4 months.Hunters found my brother skeltal remains.Am I who you are looking for?
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They still exist you can go there on sundays at the marriott in Irvine CA . Or if you like where ever you are from you can go into the directory on on google, and do  search for La church of christ and you should find more information i hope this helps have a great day.
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Wow...This was a tough question! And I lived in Red Lion, PA!\n\nREHMEYER HOLLOW is the correct answer! Your referring to the, Hex Child Murder Case. There's a book out called Hex by Aurthor H Lewis from what I understand.\n\nHere's a clip I found on the web!\n\nhttp://www.suite101.com/print_article.cfm/paranormal_realm/117245
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Hi Blucille,\nI met the Bloo once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Bloo from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of Bloo's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Bloo was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of Bloo for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if Bloo got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Blucille, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Dr.Zealnik
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I went down to that area staying in the Madevlline Church of Christ.  While we did liittle work working in New Orleans.  Most  of the work was in Waveland, Mississippi, It is impossible not to be effected by the devestation.\nEspecially when you speak with people who have a job and no home.  If you have been there just for five days you will be traumatized.