Annie by Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg


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  1. davidf42

    davidf42 said, over 3 years ago

    Morning, Anniephans!
    Some rebel ghost, maybe. Acting alone. Somehow that sounds even scarier.

    Here’s the link to Annie 2004 .

  2. jmcx4

    jmcx4 said, over 3 years ago

    No Annie, we don’t have a ghost of a chance helping you on this.

  3. JanCinLV

    JanCinLV said, over 3 years ago

    Personally, I don’t believe that people come back as ghosts. However, I do remember when my cousin was about 13 (I was about 30) and would not sleep upstairs at our grandparents’ house because he believed there was a ghost up there. Everyone else told him that “there’s no such thing as ghosts” and he didn’t believe them. I talked to him about why ghosts “haunt” – dying in the house, that sort of thing. He and I both knew that our grandparents had built that house themselves and no one had ever died there, so he accepted the fact that there probably wouldn’t be a ghost upstairs and never had a problem with it again. My Aunt and Grandmother never did figure out why he changed his mind.

  4. Unca Jim

    Unca Jim said, over 3 years ago

    Because six people had died in or on our old farm, my psychotic mother just KNEW that the house was haunted and was deathly afraid of everything on the place. Us kids figured that if there were ghosts, they were ‘family’ and let it go at that.

  5. davidf42

    davidf42 said, over 3 years ago


    I don’t believe in them either, but I always enjoy a good story.

  6. Nun'Ya Bidness

    Nun'Ya Bidness said, over 3 years ago


    “It’ll never happen to me!”
    until it happens to you!
    I’ve seen a couple of ghosts. One told me he had to go, so, much as I hated to, I let him go.
    The other seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. Then I drove right thru him. There wasn’t a ghost of a chance in stopping in time. It was about 11:30 at night, I was driving about 50 mph, and he appeared at a curve in the road, at my trucks’ right fender (at the edge of the road) and by the time we saw each other, my truck’s mirror and door went thru his chest. Reminded me of someone who had gone out hunting about 100 years ago. He had a really old/cool looking floppy hat, like Jed Clampet’s, but was as old as Jethro, but not near so tall.

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