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oh, oh, the the the the the the This story is from 1985. My two best friends were Bob and Greg. We were all college students. Bob rented a room in a house owned by an old lady.

We'll call her Mrs. Ar.

She had a daughter and two granddaughters who lived out of town.

Mrs. R was going to visit them over Christmas because her daughter's marriage was breaking

up and they, the daughters and granddaughters, were all moving back into Mrs.

R's house, where Bob rented a single room.

Bob asked Mrs. R. if, while she was away, it would be okay for a couple of friends, myself and Greg to stay over one weekend and Mrs. R consented.

So that Friday morning Bob left for work, and a bit later Greg and I left the house to go run

some errands in the neighboring city some distance away, which turned out to be an all-day affair.

It was January, and it was an overcast day, and the house was not well lit even in the daytime.

When Greg and I returned late that afternoon Bob was already home from work.

Gradually we all noticed, separately at first, strange trails of red candle wax throughout the upstairs of the house where we were staying.

I remember wondering what the heck it was, and thinking that I was pretty sure it hadn't been there earlier.

Bob later told us that he noticed right away and thought that we had been playing some

sort of weird prank on him, but we weren't.

The wax wasn't from anything Greg nor I had done.

Big clumps of wax were concentrated in a couple of spots in particular, including near a spot in Bob's

room where he kept his loose change in a big jar.

pennies and nickels were scattered all about, but the quarters and dimes had been taken.

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