The new waiter and waitress got caught in the back broom closet makin out,half nekkid, scared shitless when Honey swung open the door. Boom Boom was pacing back and forth in my office for all of twenty minutes stressin over if I was going to back up her decision to dismiss the both of them. I just look at her and smile. "Yeah Boom,You're my girl, and a guy has to back his girl." she smiles back and sway"s that sexy ass out the door, I sit back and I'm thinkin, yeah Scratch. life is good, the Darkside is a place where you can still get two songs for a quarter on the juke box, the beer nuts are free, and you can still get a fifty cent draft. and the women are beautiful. what a place.

It is early evening at the Darkside Tavern, a small Gathering of the usual suspects, there are pleasantries being exchanged, as we all take our places at the roundtable, and right at dusk I hear the familiar sound’s of the limousine rolling to a slow stop as it has come to deliver our guest of honor, drinks are served as Miss Sherry, and Miss Moon look on from their seats as Heide of the blog called “Heidenheimer takes her place, its Saturday night time for another Round.

Hauntings..



My husband and I married almost 15 years ago, and I moved into his big ol 40+ year old home on a hill not far from our little community. My 18 year old son moved in with me, and right off we noticed strange things happening out in our yard, which consists of 5 acres of woods and clearing, and beautiful trees. A three tier bird bath was found down, and it took two of us to put it back together...A huge whiskey barrel full of plants had been moved, and you could see the print it made by moving it. No way, could anybody move this wooden barrel... When my husband and I would go on trips, my grown son would have our dog sleep in the house. After my son left for Austin, we had a huge snow. Beautiful. My husband and I took naps in the den with a fire going... He in his chair, and me on the couch. When we woke up we went to the patio door, and there we found foot prints leading to the entrance of the patio. They traveled one way, and disappeared on our patio. The prints were coming from the woods, and only one set of prints, and a larger shoe than my husbands size 12....We never could figure this one out...The prints stopped both ways. Just stopped.... The closet doors in the guest bedrooms will be open when we get up in the mornings. Once, a diamond necklace I had put in a safe place was found under a wicker table in my bath.....I didn’t wear it often.... You can hear the back door open and close, and no one is there.... Whatever or whoever is doing this is not a harmful being or we would be dead by now....But the presence is there.... My husbands X mother in law lived with them until she died. She did not die in the house. And his sister in law lived with them until she died, and here again, she did not die there. She loved walking the woods and I have often thought it might be her spirit. There is not a week that doesn’t go by that something happens, and we are just use to it, I guess. However, I will not stay here alone. We hear pictures falling and go see, and nothing has fallen. We have things come up missing, never to be found. A little cobalt blue dish; a 6"madonna; My husbands electric tooth brush will start up and not even be plugged in.



We have all had things in our lives that have always crept in behind that place where our reason and logic seems to live. Things that defy logic, things that go on without reason. They are what they are, born to be no more than a shadow of doubt that cast itself just far enough into our paths to make us question what we truly know or do not know about the world that we see around us. And just beyond those shadows where yet another world different than our own seems to hide just out of sight. There at the edge of the Darkside.

Please come and join us as we celebrate the month of October at the Darkside, as we present the thirty one days of Halloween, we’ll be serving drinks and finger food and there will be special guests every night.. We hope you will stop by to say howl-dy!! ..

Ahhh Saturday night at The Darkside Tavern, the new dinning room is bustling with activity only moments ago as waiters and waitresses hurried in and out of the newly renovated kitchen to feed the hungry patrons of the recently added Steakhouse and the crowd seems to be satisfied with not only the menu but the food as well. But it is Saturday night, a night above all others to be held in the highest esteem here at The Darkside. The guests are arriving for the Round Table, and as I look around I see some familiar faces, and some not so.. There are the usual suspects Sherry, Miss Moon, Whispered Promise, and a host of others, all waiting as the black limousine slowly rolls to a stop and when our guest of honor enters the Tavern, she makes her presence felt, almost the second that she walks through the door.

Coloconnect.



Through The Open Window



This is a true story. I'm still not sure how real it is. It was 1973, the summer before my senior year when the story started. Needless to say, I was a mess. Whether it is relevant or not I was a heavy drinker and hit the weed pretty hard back then. My parents bought a house. We were only the second owners. No one had ever died in the house, but the realtor did mention to my parents that the previous owners had lost their oldest daughter the year before. It was several months before my parents mentioned this to my brother or me. I started to see her the first weekend we moved in. I was alone and I glanced up to see someone walking down the hall (away from me). Assuming it was my older sister home from college, I called her and saw her turn the corner. There was no one there. The first time she appeared, I figured I was just imagining things. I didn't know about the history of the previous owners. The person I saw was not transparent and did not seem like a ghost. At first I was not scared at all. In my high school journalism class a girl I barely knew walked up to me and introduced herself. "Hi I'm Kim," she said, "You bought my old house. It's haunted." She laughed and walked away. She was a lot scarier than the girl in the hall. I swear to God I never saw Kim again, but I'll never forget that "deer in the headlights" look in her eyes. I told my parents about Kim. After that we always referred to her as "Poor Kim". My parents through mutual friends had heard that Kim had been in Timberlawn for extended stays ever since her big sister had died. Apparently, the oldest daughter had sneaked out of her bedroom window one night and gone joy riding with her friends. A tragic car accident with a semi had killed the 4 teenagers. They were decapitated. When the police came to the house her Mom thought she was still in bed. None of them were ever the same especially not Kim. I never told my parents about the girl in the hall. I saw her at least 4 or 5 more times. I even caught glimpses of her face and once it seemed like she was trying to get my attention. By now I was beginning to suspect that this was some sort of ghost. Back then my typical reaction to any problem was flight. I was scared with no place to run. Fast forward to 1983. My parents had sold the house and moved out of town. Then they bought the house back. I had gotten sober in 1978.

I went to San Francisco on vacation and was moving into a new apartment when I returned. My parents were scheduled to move back to the house in a week. They offered me the keys to the house while my utilities were being turned on. My bedroll was in front of the fireplace in the den. I was getting ready to tuck it in for the night. The ghost returned. This girl looked real to me. I couldn't see through her. She wasn't really walking, though. She was almost gliding. I wasn't scared anymore. I tried to talk to her and ask her what she wanted. She either couldn't or wouldn't talk. She wanted me to follow her. She headed for the living room. She stopped in front of the large window that faced the alley on the side of the house. Somehow, I knew that she wanted. The pieces started to fly together in my mind. This girl had not sneaked out of her bedroom she went out the alley front room window. She wanted out the window now. This window had been not been opened in a long time. I struggled to open it. Finally it moved . In my haste I knocked out the screen when I raised the window. I tried to say something to her to explain that she could leave. I wanted to let her know that she was dead. I talked to her nervously, but she didn't acknowledge anything I said. She was close enough to touch. Close up she did seem to have less substance. She leaped out the window and disappeared right in front of me. I wasn't scared anymore. I felt peaceful. I have not seen her since that night. In 2001, at my Mom's house (Dad passed on in 1992)I ran into a new mailman. He was a cousin of the family that lost their daughter. He said that Kim had been certain for several years that her sister was trying to reach her, and would not believe she was gone. Finally after being in and out of institutions she made a dramatic recovery in the early 80's and lives in Oklahoma with her family. In 2002, I moved in with my Mom to help care for her and to cut expenses. Note: As I was writing this my Mom asked me to shut the window in the front room. I am sure that my daughter opened it while she was cooking. As I closed the window, I noticed that there is no screen.



There is a place that none can see, where people wander the earth, where some tirelessly search for lost loves, while others simply wander there, wanting nothing more than peace, peace of mind for the living, peace of the soul, for those who have been taken from us, but cannot pass over. Our dear friend Coloconnect has graced us with her presence here and the honor was shared by all, and we soon part company, Colo and I sit alone waiting for the arrival of her limo, we sit beneath the faint hum of the Neon signs and stare out at the full moon in silence. Each contemplating matters of life and death and all of the mysteries that fall in between, here at the Darkside.