UPDATE: Leigh Ann called to confess. This little joke was the brainchild of her, Sue, and a few beers. It was Leigh Ann’s computer, not Dad’s, that had the old login session still active. I don’t remember ever using her computer to log on, but I guess I did. She’s promised no more pranks, but just in case I’ve invalidated her cookies to expire that login session.

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DON”T THINK I haven’t noticed you, whoever you are, occasionally posting comments under my name. I know it’s one of you sibs. It’s probably the one whose computer I fixed. Twice. I guess I used Dad’s computer to log in and post here, and you - because you know the password to the admin account on Dad’s PC - and because my session must STILL be logged in, have been using it every now and then to leave comments AND NOW TO FORGE POSTS. Or something like that. Whoever you are you’re cute, but now that you’ve had your fun, cut it out. Don’t make me have to dig into the logs to identify your IP address. Don’t make me have to ban you permanently.

Here’s your cute HOAX POST:

I’m coming out of the closet, but not in the sense you think. I’m professing to the world my belief in the paranormal. As a youngster in Alabama, there were strange happenings in our house. I didn’t want to believe them, but I have come to understand they were true. There were footsteps heard in the upper floor when no one was there. Many times there were unexplained sounds. My sister once witnessed an old woman in her room (my room), but I didn’t believe her.

Since living in Pine Gulch, I have become a true believer. We moved into our house several years ago. I’ve never told anyone of the happenings here, but I’m ready to now. Shortly after moving in, things moved all by themselves. One day I came home to find the books on my bookshelf scattered all aross my office. A few months later the keyboard to my computer was found behind the toilet in my bathroom. Of course this was creepy, but I thought it was my wife and girls playing jokes on me.

The last incident, however, made a believer out of me. I was in the bathroom the other night when the lights went out. This happens sometimes, so I didn’t worry. I went on about my business when suddenly a light appeared in the mirror. To my great disbelief, I saw a woman dressed in a long American Idiot t-shirt. She was very pale, had long flowing hair, and was crunching peppermint Lifesavers in her mouth. The woman stared at me as if she’d lost her eyeglasses. She began slowly playing air guitar and singing something I couldn’t quite understand. The area behind her came into focus and I didn’t believe what I was seeing. It was a tombstone — just behind her. This was impossible. Freaking impossible. I slowly stood and flushed, hoping to scare the groupie away. The tombstone came into focus, and I could just barely make out the name. This was truly unbelievable. The name on the tombstone was GREEN DAY!!!! <—-[ See how many exclamation points you used? That was careless of you. THIS IS A DEAD GIVEAWAY! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! ]

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