Dark Secrets Identities

[gassersgarage]

You always hear the stories about friends, neighbors, co-workers, etc.........who turn out to be someone famous or had a famous past. But theres also a dark side.

There was a guy I knew, from street racing. He hung with the same crowd as me. He was from New York and had a habit of ticking people off. Anyway, he decides to sell his car (vette) at the House of Corvettes. My roonmate was the service manager and the owners daughter was my girlfriend.

This guy gets a phone call from the House of Corvettes, telling him they have a buyer for his vette. He shows up and it was just like in the movies. FBI came crawling out of the woodwork. Turns out he was wanted in N.Y. for bank robbery where he shot a guard. Yikes!

Another guy I knew named Randy, I met racing him. I became real good friends with him, his wife and his brother called Dutch. We would go to nightclubs and drag races together. I even stayed at their house overnight. One night, Randys wife calls and said he got hurt working on his car. I meet them at the hospital and give them a ride home. Pretty soon, theres a knock at the door. LAPD asking about the Pinto blocking a driveway. I go outside and explain it was my car and how we just got home from the hospital.

I go to move the car and I see LAPD surrounding the house. (not again!) They arrest Randy and Dutch. As Randy is led away, he looks at me and saids, "By the way, my real name is Phillip Steven". Turns out he was wanted in Nevada for Grand Theft Auto and had a rap sheet as big as a dictionary.

Dutch wasn't Randys brother. Turns out he escaped from prison.

Funny, they were 2 of nicest guys you ever wanna meet.

I got more, but I'll stop here. Everyone said I should be a cop because even the BAD guys like me.

 

[cycledog]

This as close as I got.
A friend of mine lives in Issaqua WA. the property next to them has a run down house all boarded up. I ask whats the deal with the house next door. Tom says...oh thats Ted Bundys house.

 

[gassersgarage]

This as close as I got.
A friend of mine lives in Issaqua WA. the property next to them has a run down house all boarded up. I ask whats the deal with the house next door. Tom says...oh thats Ted Bundys house.

Yikes! Wonder if its haunted

 

[chopper tom]

Man those are some freaky stories!

 

[Bonehead]

Yeah, I know what you mean, my neighbors really don't know that much about me. It is always funny when they make the connection to some of the art work or furniture of mine they have seen. Not that I am famous, just an area weirdo artist type.

 

[Ike]

Two Jumps

I grew up in a small farming community. There was a liquor store at the 4 way stop. One day I go in to buy a six pack and there's a new owner. He seemed like a nice guy. I got to know him very well thru the next 5 or so yrs. I knew that he was not always around. He would be gone for a week or 2 and then just show up. He had a new rock house built and always drove a new pickup. It was always top of the line nothing cheap. His wife who was a beauty queen had diamond rings and a new car when she wanted it. One day as I drove thru the 4 way I saw cops parked around the liquor store. US marshalls and highway patrol. Many of them with shot guns and bullet proof vest. I found out later that Two Jumps (Nickname) was a safe cracker. He had helped in several bank robberies. Also opened some safes at other federal deposit buildings. He got the name Two Jumps because he was always two jumps ahead of the law. I wrote a song about him and sent him a copy. He said the song told the story very well. I have about 250 or more songs with copyrights. It doesn't mean I'm famous just means I like to write songs.

 

[donsrods]

Freaky stories for sure!!! Here's mine......

In the 70's we lived in a small town in Pennsylvania, Latrobe. Our very next door neighbors were people we would see across the fence and chat with, but never really socialized. They had two kids about our kids age and they would come to our yard or ours would go to theirs. I hadn't seen her or the kids around for a while and one day I am mowing the lawn and he came up and tells me someone has been trying to break in his garage and "he has to sleep in there with a gun at night, when he could be sleeping with his wife instead." I thought it was a strange comment, but didn't think any more about it.

A few days later I ate lunch and walked back outside to go back to working on the house and there are lots of Pennsyvania State Troopers coming up my walk and onto my porch !!!!! Whoa, what's up??? They ask me if I know the people next door and I tell them only casually as neighbors. One of the cops asks to use our phone and I hear him asking the station what the story was.

Anyway, to make a long story short, they had seperated and she was living with her family. Evidently, he called her and asked her to come to the house to discuss things and he ended up shooting and killing her with a 30-30. He called the police and told them what he had done and said he would be sitting outside with no gun when they came, but instead they found him dead inside with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. When we heard that we asked about the kids and suddenly everyone sprung into action because they didn't know they had kids. They were afraid he had killed them too, but it turned out she had left them with the family, thank God.

This is where it gets weird. Our bedroom window faced their bedroom window (where he had killed the both of them) and even though the house was vacant for about a year after that we would occasionally see a light coming through the blinds in that room, or sometimes the drapes would be rearranged. The bank owned the house and I knew the President of the bank and he told me no one had entered the house since that happened.

Eventually a family bought the house and didn't know the history, but mentioned one day that strange stuff seemed to happen sometimes and things would be moved around with no explanation. Finally one day they asked us point blank if there had been a murder there because someone told them that. We had no choice but to tell them the story, but we hadn't mentioned it before because it didn't seem our place to do so.

Don

 

[chopper tom]

Now that is a freaky story!!!I like to say that i dont believe in ghost but i dont press my luck though.Have yall seen the picture of the old truck with the old mans face in the window on one of the other threads [i thinck bone head put it up ?]?

 

[gassersgarage]

When I was a kid, my grandmother was in the hospital and my mother was staying with her. The rest of the family was home watching T.V.. Suddenly, without a word, my father jumped up, ran outside and I heard the car (49 Ford coupe) peeling out. Just then, the phone rang. It was my mother, telling me that my grandmother had just died.

When my father came home with my mother, he said that while watching T.V., it was like a black curtain had closed over his eyes and he knew...