Too Funny

the following comments was in the November 18 edition of the clay county times. "So, those comments like we are covering up stories need to really look at our past and figure out we don't cover up anything. We will publish anything against anybody as long as it is the truth. Nobody can call us and tell us to not publish anything.

i love the statement "So, those comments like we are covering up stories NEED TO REALLY LOOK AT OUR PAST and figure we don't cover up anything.

NO YOU DON'T COVER UP ANYTHING YOU JUST LIE ABOUT IT!!!

MANCHESTER

posts made by thompson and posts made by other people should you believe it. you decide by the wording of each post whether or not it is different people. please click on the images to view larger examples. feel free to save them for your own enjoyment i mean it isn't everyday we get to examine the work of a business prodigy. i don't doubt that thompson denies making these post because he will say his account was registered.

LIVINGSTON LOCATION

here we are again thompson is now posting from Livingston, Kentucky. you will also see other supposed users also posting from Livingston as well.

HAZARD

here we go again with Hazard, Kentucky. i assume you are getting the picture by now. this one also includes other "different" users from Hazard also. judge for yourself---

LONDON

now we move to London, Kentucky with our thompson and his many locations of posting. also included are many other users showing London, Kentucky as their location.

CRAWDAD SIZEMORE SAGA

here we have post made under the name Crawdad Sizemore. you know and i know thompson that they are emails from claycountytimes@aol.com were you state you used this name for fun along with the user "meganquest". also included on this page is the meganquest post, and if a email of thompson admitting to using these names is needed, that can be posted also. it also shows you degrade Ms. Pat Hyde and talk about Doug Adams and others in these posts you called Pat Hyde "RETARDED" while using this name on topix.

USER MEGANQUEST

this is topix user thompson admitted using along with others. emails will back up the statement

CONSPIRACY #716

Volume 1 Issue 32 November 13, 2007
Snake Handling Church -- Is God there? We were

the following is a story about a snake handling church somewhere in clay county. it was reported as if someone from the clay county times actually went to the church and sat in on a serpent handling event. after reading the following information you decide for yourself what really happen.

(story printed as written in the clay county We at the Times will go anywhere there is a story. Recently a lady at London was bitten and died from a snakebite wound during church services. The church practiced serpent handling. We wondered what that really meant and wondered if we have churches in Clay County that held this practice. So we went hunting and discovered a small church in the Bright Shade community. We asked the preacher if we could talk to him and watch a service. He had no problem with this; he just didn't want the church name to be mention. So one Sunday we went to watch the service and interview him. We felt welcomed there and had a great time, until the snakes came out. I was terrified. But after the service we sat down and talked with the pastor.

For serpent-handling churches, the verses in the bible hold no debate-they are the literal words of the Lord that have inspired worshiping believers to handle poisonous snakes for a hundred years. Serpent handling is always controversial, yet it shows no signs of disappearing from its traditional home in Appalachia, Junior G. Minton is a serpent-handling pastor from Bright Shade. He explains that, for him, handling snakes is simply following the gospel to the letter. "Other folks don't do this this because their churches don't believe, or it's just something they're scared of," he said. "They come to that scripture but want to jump over that part because it's a deadly thing."

The practice began in the early 1900's. Its popularity has grown through the years. Serpent handling is currently at fairly low popularity. Such fluctuations are characteristic of faith that persists throughout Appalachia. The perception that communities that practice serpent handling church services are poor, isolated rural areas is simply no longer accurate. "Historically that's where it emerged, but that's no longer the case," said Minton. "Some of these churches are near cities like Atlanta, Georgia, or Middlesboro, Kentucky - and the middle Appalachian region itself is less rural than it used to be. Serpent handling is no longer restricted to miners." While a number of churches with small congregations around a dozen members survive throughout the heart of Appalachia, the faith is also practiced in adjacent states of Ohio and Tennessee.

Can they get new people we wondered? Churches survive and grow by not attracting new mwmbers, but because of enduring family traditions. "Serpent handling is maintained through powerful families whose children have carried on that tradition for up to four generations," Minton said. "There are a small number of converts, but they generally maintain themselves through these families, and by people marrying into tradition."

While Junior Minton's grandparents handled serpents, he said he came to the practice later, after a religious awakening that included baptism. "I prayed for this, for God to give me the sign to do this because it was in the scriptures," he said. "I don't want to get out of it. Churches that practice serpent handling tend to be aware of being different from others. This desire for privacy stems, in large part, from negative attention that inevitably follows the practice after deaths due to snakebite occur.

"There are over 100 documented deaths from serpent bites," said Minton. "In every tradition, people are bitten and killed by them. They risk their lives all the time by handling them. If you go to any serpent-handling church, you'll see people with atrophied hands, and missing fingers. All the serpent-handling families have suffered such things." "It's a misconception that these people believe they won't get hurt," Minton explains. "The Bible says to take up serpents, not that they won't be bitten. If they're bit, that's up to God. The issue is obedience to God. There's no magic stuff. They know the reality of it because so many families have had people hurt and killed."

Junior Minton has seen many serpent-handling bites, and experienced them himself. None of those experiences have deterred him from answering his calling. "Some people were bit, and I believe God was ready for them and their time had come," he said. "I was bit 21 times, by rattlesnakes, copperheads, twice by a water moccasins, and I never used anti venom-all I had was just Jesus. I've been bitten badly, but I'll go back the next week and take them out again." What is it that inspires these worshipers to handle poisonous snakes? Like other Christian fundamentalists, serpent handlers' beliefs are rooted in a literal interpretation of the scriptures.

These activities don't dominate services, but play a limited role within more traditional worship. "In almost all serpent-handling churches, they don't handle them all the time. They usually don't even handle them every Sunday," Minton explained. But those anointed by the Holy Spirit answer the calling by taking up the deadly reptiles or by drinking poisons. Minton said: "Only certain individuals commonly handle serpents, and it goes with out saying that they warn people; "If you're not directed by the Holy Ghost to do this, you'd better not.'" While few outsiders are drawn to the dangerous and controversial practice, Junior Minton predicts that its future is assured. "Since the beginning people have been predicting that it will disappear, but as long as there is Appalachia there will be handlers," he explained. "It's an integral part of Appalachian tradition and it's not going to fade away.


sounds like a great story doesn't it? so let's look further into the story to see if it is the TRUTH of a made up LIE about a church in Clay County told to the citizens of the community.

Here is the TRUTH--

Snake Handlers Hang On in Appalachian Churches

National Geographic News/April 7, 2003
By Brian Handwerk

Above is a story written by Brian Handwerk for National Geographic News on April 7th 2003. The entire story can be by clicking here

but to look at segments of the two stories you be the judge about the story printed is TRUE or a LIE.

example 1: excerpt from Clay County Times Story -- Junior G. Minton is a serpent-handling pastor from Bright Shade. He explains that, for him, handling snakes is simply following the gospel to the letter. "Other folks don't do this this because their churches don't believe, or it's just something they're scared of," he said. "They come to that scripture but want to jump over that part because it's a deadly thing."

NOW HERE IS AN EXCERPT FROM BRIAN HANDWERK'S STORY WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED IN 2003 ---- 4 YEARS EARLIER ---- Junior G. McCormick is a serpent-handling pastor from Georgia. He explains that, for him, handling snakes is simply following the gospel to the letter. "Other folks don't do this because their churches don't believe, or it's just something they're scared of," he said. "They come to that scripture but want to jump over that part because it's a deadly thing."

example 2: Clay County Times Story -- "Historically that's where it emerged, but that's no longer the case," said Minton. "Some of these churches are near cities like Atlanta, Georgia, or Middlesboro, Kentucky - and the middle Appalachian region itself is less rural than it used to be. Serpent handling is no longer restricted to miners." While a number of churches with small congregations around a dozen members survive throughout the heart of Appalachia, the faith is also practiced in adjacent states of Ohio and Tennessee.

EXCERPT FROM 2003 HANDWERK STORY -- "Historically that's where it emerged, but that's no longer the case," said Hood. "Some of these churches are near cities like Atlanta, Georgia, or Middlesboro, Kentucky and the middle Appalachian region itself is less rural than it used to be. Serpent handling is no longer restricted to miners." While a number of churches with small congregations around a dozen members survive throughout the heart of Appalachia, the faith is also practiced in adjacent states of Ohio and Alabama.

example 3: Clay County Times Story -- Junior Minton has seen many serpent-handling bites, and experienced them himself. None of those experiences have deterred him from answering his calling. "Some people were bit, and I believe God was ready for them and their time had come," he said. "I was bit 21 times, by rattlesnakes, copperheads, twice by a water moccasins, and I never used anti venom-all I had was just Jesus. I've been bitten badly, but I'll go back the next week and take them out again."

EXCERPT FROM 2003 HANDWERK STORY --

Junior McCormick has seen many serpent-handling bites, and experienced them himself. None of those experiences have deterred him from answering his calling. "Some people were bit, and I believe God was ready for them and their time had come," he said. "I was bit 14 times, by rattlesnakes, copperheads, water moccasins, and I never used anti venomall I had was just Jesus. I've been bitten badly, but I'll go back the next week and take them out [serpents] again."

ANYWAY you get the picture that the story was a FRAUD and the contents of the story were STOLEN from another writer who published the article 4 years ago. so Clay County Times -- TRUTH of LIE --- you be the judge.

CONSPIRACY #510

in the Tuesday November 6,2007 Vol.1 Issue 31 edition of the Clay County Times a story appeared about the story of an abused woman. here is an excerpt at the beginning of the story as written in the Clay County Times. "First of All I would like to thank you Donnie Thompson and your staff for allowing me to write my life story. To those who know me know the struggle I went through in my life."

let's just look at the entire story printed in the newspaper from a lady who said she returned home to Manchester. here is the entire story that was published.

I was sexually abused as a young child by an uncle for several years until I was about 10 or 11. The last time he tried to rape me, I fought him off. He was hurting me. I made sure never to stay at their house again or be alone with him. At a young age, I knew there was something wrong with me. I stayed alone in my room a lot. I’d bang my head on walls wondering what was wrong with me. I did not know that mental illness was in my family on both sides for generations. When I was a teen, I became anorexic after I started seeing my first boyfriend. There wasn’t a name for it back then. I was 69 pounds and put on liquid vitamins three times a day and given a green liquid nerve medication. I was told my mom was also on it. I had a hard time eating. I had anxiety and panic attacks even as a young child. It was difficult to leave the house even for school. I got sexually involved at 15 with my boyfriend (very actively and often). He was 18 and I loved him from the day we met. I got pregnant at 16. He went into the military. When he was on leave after boot camp, we were married just a month after I turned 17. The day after I was married, my mom was put in a mental hospital for a while. I felt guilty because of it. I lived with my parents and my husband went back to the base. After the baby was born, I was scared. I had never taken care of a baby. She had to be induced because of my small bones and her size. When she was 6 months old, my parents got me a small apartment. My husband would come home on leaves or weekends when he could get a ride. During this time, I got pregnant again and was still having a nerve problem. I wanted the same doctor so I stayed in Manchester. This second child was also induced. When he was a year old, we moved to base housing in another North Carolina. While we were there, my husband was going out a lot and reading satanic and witchcraft books. He said he was an atheist. (I am Baptist.) He was always drinking and going out. I called the chaplain. He informed my husband’s C.O. and ordered him to get counseling. I wanted him to get it and he went. I got counseling. When he got orders for Vietnam, I got pregnant for the third time. I had found out about birth control before that but I had bad side effects with it and couldn’t take it. I was about 7 months along and had to go back to Manchester while he was in Vietnam and face another induced baby alone. I wrote to him every day. I made clothes for the kids. I had a very nice neighbor whom I am still friends with who helped me out with the kids and took care of them when I was sick. After Nam, we moved to another base. My husband was violent toward the children. He was going out all the time and drinking. We did have some good times, too, but my kids were suffering physical and emotional harm. I got him to go see a preacher from church where I took the kids to religion classes. My husband didn’t talk much. The priest told me I had a smile on my face but was crying in my eyes. I again got pregnant with number four which was the first one not induced and born naturally. My husband was with me. While in labor, a nurse started fondling my private parts as she checked me. She said when I sat and stared at her “It must be your first baby” and I shouted “No, my fourth!” I was abused again and I never told! As in childhood I was convinced that I would hurt people if I told. My husband saw me the day I had my baby and didn’t come back until the end of the five day stay to get me from the military hospital. He still kept going out and got very involved in a sport many nights. I did not know he was seeing someone else when my fourth child was born. We always had money problems with his drinking and going out. So when the youngest was about 7 months, I got a part time job for a few hours in the evening when he would be home. I got laid off after only a few months when work slowed down. When I was home again, my husband asked for a divorce. I asked why. He had no answer. I had a breakdown and become anorexic again. I went to a military doctor who told me to see a psychiatrist. He told me I had to go into the hospital and I did for three weeks. After all types of tests, they put me on high doses of thorazine and tofranil. When I got home, I couldn’t take care of the family on the medications and had counseling. They never told me my problem but did reduce the pills and told me not to have any more kids. My husband said he would get himself taken care of, but never did. It was a month before his ten years in the service was ending. So against my religious beliefs and shattered heart, I made an appointment to have it done on myself. It depressed me and made me feel useless. In the meantime, I had found out who he was seeing. I went back to work almost full time after he got out of the service. A friend then got me a job where she worked. It had better pay and hours. I always paid for the baby sitter from my pay and got the kids and myself what we needed to wear or items for school. My husband moved back and forth from his girlfriend’s house to home. I couldn’t let go. I finally filed for a separation. He came back and said it was my job that was the problem so I quit with no notice. He started staying out again. On our anniversary he came home and said in the wee hours of the morning “I never loved you. I only married you because you were pregnant.” I felt like I was stabbed in the heart. He meant the world to me. The next day I filed for a divorce. I took what cash I had saved and borrowed the rest. I told him I’d be going home to Manchester. I told him I still loved him, but he married almost as soon as the divorce was final. I struggled to make ends meet even to get my pills. I tried to get a job with no luck so I called my parents for help to get me to Manchester and find an house. When they did, I gave our address to the kids to give to him and also gave his sister the address and my parents’ phone number and approximately when the movers were coming. My father flew in and drove the kids and me across the country in a car I got from the marriage. It was a shock for the kids to see our new home. It was an older home my parents bought for me, but I had to pay rent. We had always lived in nice townhouses. It needed a lot of work. My ex never sent support money and claimed he wasn’t told where I moved. My parents helped until I could get assistance through family court. I could get the medications I needed. I went to my old doctor and he gave me different things to take. I got a grant to go back to school, finished and got a part time job when one son wanted to go out of the city to school. I worked two jobs for a while. Then he came back and finished here. I worked one part time job. My children worked and helped out. By then, my oldest was married and I was a grandma. I had a freak car accident in the driveway. The car slipped out of neutral into drive and nailed me. I had lots of fractures and bruises and took off work for 6 months. They didn’t need me when I went back to the job, so I was eliminated. I talked to friends and got another job just above minimum wage part time. Then all my kids were out and married. I struggled to get by. My boss put me on commission which meant full time and I was stressed out. I fell apart and had to look into disability on doctor’s orders.

I also got counseling and psychiatric help. Just as my SSD started, I kept going downhill and ended up in the hospital after hearing things. I was manic and psychotic and drank glasses of straight whiskey and took pills during the day. I heard voices telling me they couldn’t get there in time. I had my bags packed to leave, but to where? I passed out on the couch but was still a little alert when I fell on the floor and made my way to the phone, pulled it on the floor and dialed 911. I passed out and woke up in the hospital with illogical words coming from me, not recognizing people like my children. I spent a few weeks there at Manchester Memorial. They put me on different pills and I saw a doctor but hid that I hadn’t been well for months. Then the voices were back. I took half a bottle of pills. The children knew I was in a bad way. She called the kids. They had seen that I was acting strange. I locked myself in the closet, bolted the door and hid in there scared. I had a fear someone would kill me. This time one of the kids broke the door down and called the others who took me to the hospital. They also found my journal. After I changed meds again and spent several weeks in Eastern State, my kids got me to a different doctor and a counseling agency. That doctor was understanding when I told him what pills really helped me. I had many men in and out of my life since the divorce. I was addicted to sex because of my sexual abuse as a child. One of my meds controls that now. My four children are very well and working. I have close to a dozen grandchildren, some in their 20's. I don’t get to see my children often as three of them moved out of state to the suburbs. One lives in Africa, has a full time job, writes poetry and has had books published. My problems are not over. I replaced men with material things and buy things I don’t need and stockpile packaged food. My anxiety and panic are calmer. I go out more, but I buy things on impulse and get myself into financial problems. The doctor increased my meds and it’s helping. I’ve always been a loner. Since I was a child I stayed in the house and battled other physical health problems, read books, watched TV and tried to do crafts. The kids got me a computer to keep in touch with them. I can’t take noises or stress. I’m trying to get involved with our church club. I was overprotective of my kids. They grew up fast because they had to help me. I blame my sexual abuse for my life gone wrong. Parents, protect your kids. Anyone can do it to them at any age. I am still in love with my kids’ father. He’ll always be in my heart, but I never want to live with him because of the sexual abuse he did to me. He also took pictures of my oldest which I have seen. They were porn! I don’t even remember them being taken. I lost all trust of him. He has had many marriages. Part of my mental illness is because of the sexual abuse and loss of trust in others. I’m still in therapy after all these years. I’m a survivor of sexual abuse, psychotic delusions, panic anxiety, bipolar and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). I take my meds like I should and tell the doctor and counselor when I have problems. Because of Hazard Hospital and a good doctor, I have not have been in the hospital since 1995. I will survive the trials of life with their help. I can make it until the years in old age take me. I am now a senior citizen. I feel sexual abusers and rapists deserve life in prison for how they affect a child for life.

to read the article as it was published on another website and fraudulently copied and pasted as someone else just click here

but lets dig into the story with excepts to save some time to show PROOF the story was not sent to the Clay County Times because the woman who wrote tells were she moved to. it wasn't Manchester as some would want you to believe.

excerpt 1 from Clay County Times story: I was sexually abused as a young child by an uncle for several years until I was about 10 or 11. The last time he tried to rape me, I fought him off. He was hurting me. I made sure never to stay at their house again or be alone with him.

NOW FROM THE TERESA K ARTICLE: I was sexually abused as a young child by an uncle for several years until I was about 10 or 11. The last time he tried to rape me, I fought him off. He was hurting me. I made sure never to stay at their house again or be alone with him.

excerpt 2 from Clay County Times story: My husband would come home on leaves or weekends when he could get a ride. During this time, I got pregnant again and was still having a nerve problem. I wanted the same doctor so I stayed in Manchester. This second child was also induced When he was a year old, we moved to base housing in another North Carolina. While we were there, my husband was going out a lot and reading satanic and witchcraft books. He said he was an atheist. (I am Baptist.) notice "another North Carolina" because it shows proof of copy and pasting. The original story says another state. i did not know there was another North Carolina besides to one.


NOW FROM THE TERESA K ARTICLE: My husband would come home on leaves or weekends when he could get a ride. During this time, I got pregnant again and was still having a nerve problem. I wanted the same doctor so I stayed in Buffalo. This second child was also induced. When he was a year old, we moved to base housing in another state. While we were there, my husband was going out a lot and reading satanic and witchcraft books. He said he was an atheist. (I am Catholic.) ....Buffalo and Manchester are a long way apart....

except 3 from Clay County Times: I passed out and woke up in the hospital with illogical words coming from me, not recognizing people like my children. I spent a few weeks there at Manchester Memorial. They put me on different pills and I saw a doctor but hid that I hadn’t been well for months.


NOW FROM THE TERESA K ARTICLE: I passed out and woke up in the hospital with illogical words coming from me, not recognizing people like my children. I spent a few weeks there at Erie County Medical Center. They put me on different pills and I saw a doctor but hid that I hadn’t been well for months.

YOU GET THE PICTURE THAT THIS ARTICLE HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN LIFTED FROM ANOTHER WEBSITE AND RE-PRINTED BY THIS NEWSPAPER AS A PERSON FROM MANCHESTER WROTE IT AND SENT IT TO THE "truthful" C C TIMES WHEN THEY DID NOT. IF YOU NEED MORE PROOF JUST PRINT THE ARTICLES AND COMPARE THEM.

RESPONSE - when this story was seen as being false the owner of the clay county times said he could not find the actual story on the web and claimed that someone had set him up on it because the story did not exist anywhere he could find it. so here are the steps for you to take to locate the original story taken by the clay county times. (step 1) visit www.mentalhealthworld.org (step 2) look to the left of the page under the title Selected Articles (step 3) click on the first story titled My Story and you will see the actual story written by someone other than a person from manchester.

CONSPIRACY #214

in the tuesday, january 22, 2008 issue of the paper that tells the truth for a county deserving of it we are given a story that singles out local landlords or slumlords as they are called. the story states that the area has an epidemic that people have to fight against in dealing with and that slumlords are preying on the HUD system and the poor people of Clay County.

pictures included in this informative text are ones that appeared in the story. the first picture is said to been taken while a family was looking for a home. it shows a very nasty bathroom and the clay county times wanted people to believe the bathroom was located in a rent house in the area.



from looking at the picture you can see it was printed in this issue of the publication. but if you care to take a look at this link - bathroom -you will plainly see the picture was actually stolen from another website and not taken by the clay county times at all.

but the story has more twist and turns when dealing with stolen material and falsehoods. next is two more pictures seen here. these two pictures were also a part of the slumlord story. one of them says the mobile home rented for $600 a month while the other one said the lady in the doorway had waited two years to find a HUD house. but if you look at the following information you will see that the two pictures published were also falsified and taken from other sources far away from clay county kentucky. they can be seen here and here. so after reviewing this information filled with facts and not made up material. you can determine for yourself if this bit of information supplied to you is actually the truth or just a CONSPIRACY made up by a person feeding you with false information.

CONSPIRACY #994

when facts begin to service that certain pictures in the clay county times were being taken without permission from others. the reporter said all his pictures made it onto google. he attempted to cover up his wrong doing instead of admitting he was illegally using other people's work without their permission.

here is 2 pictures that appeared in Volume 1. Issue 37 Tuesday December 18, 2007 edition of the Clay County Times. what makes these pictures discovered to be taken by someone else is this statement from user Clay County Times on topix.net. "Also if you notice all my pictures makes it on Google search. You guys really need to try harder next time. Keep up your great search."



this picture was of a small child praying. no credit was given for the picture on the story. i guess since all the clay county Times pictures make google they took it. BUT what do we have here

it would appear that the clay county Times took this picture 2 months after the other person did and yet they are the exact picture. makes you wonder.





here is another picture in the same issue. it shows a kerosene heater. a heater of this nature is not out of the ordinary so could clay county times take this picture. could of but take a look HERE. it looks like the exact same picture is copyrighted by a person named Andy Gray.

CONSPIRACY #109

everyone loves a good scary story every now and then. so in the september 4, 2007 edition of the clay county times we got a good story about a local ghost story that would make your hair stand up on the back of your neck.

here is the story as it was published in the clay county times and who said a lady named Beth had sent it in. I love your paper. Its fun to read. I love Clay County. I went to school in Red Bird and still have plenty of friends in the area. I also love the scary stories. Here is a real one you might want to publish. I am writing about an incident which occurred during my brief stay in Red Bird, KY I was in the Red Bird school at the time. One night my friend and I were walking to the dorms. It was about 9:00. The moon was out but was not full. There was enough light from the moon to see our way around though. We headed down the hill next to the dormitories and at the bottom of the hill we saw something, but what we did not know. As we got closer we saw a form appear out of nowhere. When we reached the bottom of the hill, the light from the moon showed us a man was standing there. An Indian to be exact. The man was dressed in blue jeans, a light blue shirt, and a blue jean jacket. His head rested crooked on his shoulders as though broken. His leg was bent in as though it was broken. The area at the bottom of the hill had at one time been the sight of a car accident, where a car was hit by an oncoming coal truck, and both people inside were killed. Both people inside were Indians. Anyway, we passed the man and spoke on word "hello." We returned his salutation, as nervous as we were. We heard gravel being walked on behind us, and when Looked back no one was there. There was no where the man could have gone, without us seeing him walk away. The time between us seeing him and him disappearing was no more than ten seconds.

The strangest part of the whole incident occurred one year later. I was in Chicago, visiting my parents. One night I was driving a friend's daughter home from girl scouts when standing on the sidewalk I was passing was the Indian. His head was still crooked and his leg was still bent. It surprised me to see him and when I looked back, he had once again disappeared. I still have yet to find an answer to these strange incidences. There is the chance that I have seen him again in my new home area....Richmond, Va. Thanks Beth

NOW TO THE FUN PART OF THIS HAIR RAISING LOCAL GHOST STORY. PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT THIS LINK - GHOST STORY - AND YOU WILL SEE THE STORY WAS ONCE AGAIN TAKEN FROM SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT WRITTEN BY A PERSON FROM MANCHESTER AT ALL. IN CASE YOU DON'T WANT TO CLICK ON THE LINK HERE IS THE ORIGINAL STORY WRITTEN IN 1998.

Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1998 16:18:51 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname travis s potts

I am writing about an incident which occured during my brief stay in Prescott ,Az. i was in the community college at the time. One night my friend and i were walking to the local music store. it was about 9:00. The moon was out but was not full. There was enough light from the moon to see our way around though. We headed down the hill next to the dormitories and at the bottom of the hill we saw something, but what we did not know. As we got closer we saw a form appear out of nowwhere. When we reached the bottom of the hill, the light from the moon showed us a man was standing there. An indian to be exact. The man was dressed in blue jeans, a light blue shirt, and a blue jean jacket. His head rested crooked on his shoulders as though broken. His leg was bent in as though it was broken. The area at the bottom of the hill had at one time been the sight of an car accident, where a car was hit by an oncoming train, and both people inside were killed. Both peopl! ! e inside were indians. Anyway, we passed the man and he spoke one word "hello." We returned his salutation,as nervous as we were. We heard gravel being walked on behind us, and when Ilooked back no one was there. There was no where the man could have gone, without us seeing him walk away. The time between us seeing him and him disappearing was no more than ten seconds. The strangest part of the whole incident occured one year later. i was in Belgium, visiting my parents. One night i was driving a friends daughter home from girl scouts when standing on the sidewalk i was passing was the indian. His head was still crooked and his leg was still bent. Iit surprised me to see him and when i looked back, he had once again disappeared. i still have yet to find an answer to these strange incidences. There is the chance that i have seen him again in my new home area....Richmond, Va.

CONSPIRACY #688

we have all read about the clay county times stories about a spooky haunted house on Sexton's Creek. he also said he was going to stay in the house one night. wonder if that ever happen? don't think so since the story was a lie copied form The Cicero Haunting.

here is the story in the clay county times on September 18, 2007

In February, 1998, however, that all changed.

I moved into a farm house on Sexton Creek. We were walking distant from the Joe Clark cabin. There was my fiancée Kathy, who was pregnant at the time with the first of our three children. I also have two daughters from a previous relationship. It was my youngest daughter, who was three at the time, who was the first to experience something disturbing. She had an unnatural fear of the walk-in pantry in our kitchen. Every time we would sit down to dinner, she would point at the pantry and say it was "bad." She would never go into the pantry or even walk near it. At the time, we just brushed it off as nothing - a childhood fear. I work with children and know that sometimes their little imaginations just run wild. But as I think back on it now, it might have been my oldest daughter Melissa and my niece who brought this "thing" into our home. One day I caught them playing with a Ouija board... in the pantry. I wonder if that is how all this started. My son John was born in May of that same year. From the time he was born until about two years of age he could not sleep through the night. He would constantly wake up screaming and crying to the point where he didn't even recognize us, even with his eyes wide open; he always seemed to have a confused look on his face. One night while he was crying, we went into the room to see what was wrong. Little John was pointing at the back of the door saying, "That's bad." Naturally, we were concerned and consulted a doctor about this behavior. The doctor said it was simply night frights. I, too, thought he was just having nightmares. But Kathy sensed something else was happening. She felt there was "something" in the house as she had previously lived in a house that was haunted. I didn't believe her. From that point on, however, even stranger things began to happen in that house. One evening we were all sitting in the kitchen for a normal family dinner, making everyday conversation. Suddenly, the entire kitchen started to glow blue, as if there were lightning inside our house. It just kind of flashed before our eyes. We sat there with our mouths open, looking at each other with confused expressions, wondering what the heck caused that. On another occasion, I was out at night and Kathy was up alone watching TV in the front room. She heard footsteps coming from the kitchen, then saw small moving shadows. She thought the kids were up and running in the house, but when she got up to put them back to bed, she found them sound asleep in their room. One night she was asleep in bed when suddenly someone pulled the pillow out from under her head, waking her up. She looked around, but no one was in the room. Yet another night she swore she saw the shadow of small child next to her, and when she turned to look again, it vanished. From there the poltergeist activity increased. Kathy experienced most of this phenomena. Whatever it was used to throw toys at her legs while she was leaving the kids' room. No one was in there. The children began to complain that they were being " picked on" while trying to sleep. Doorknobs would turn by unseen hands. Keys could be heard turning in the locks, and no one would be at the door. The shades on the windows would rise up and spin out of control when no one was near the windows. These are just some of the unexplained things that happened over the years in that home. After our second child David was born, one night Kathy heard him moaning in his sleep. He was lying in his cradle, which was in our room. She had fallen asleep and I was in the front room watching a TV show on, of all things, ghosts. When she was awakened by the baby's moaning, Kathy began to get up but lay back down when she saw what looked like me in the dark standing over the baby, looking as though I was getting ready to pick him up. But the baby continued to moan. After a few more minutes, she sat up in bed again and saw that the shadowy figure was still there. At that point she called out my name: "John...?" No response. She called out twice more. When I didn't answer, Kathy panicked and jumped out of bed. The shadow disappeared just that quickly. Kathy ran out of the room and found me asleep on the couch. She was crying and frightened. "Someone was over the baby - doing something to him!" I tried to rationalize what she saw. Perhaps she was half asleep and imagined it or she was dreaming. Then I recalled that while I was watching those ghost stories on TV, I had said to myself that I wish I could see a ghost. After everything we have been through, I will never utter those words or think those thoughts again. As our family grew, the strange disturbances continued. While I was working, Kathy was home with the children; she was feeding our youngest child Jessica, who had just been born. Suddenly, little John, who was now three, heard a man's voice calling out "John" in a whisper from the outside hallway. Kathy distinctly heard it too. John started to open the front door and run out, thinking it was me, but Kathy stopped him because she looked at the time and knew it was too early for me to be home from work. She went to the door and opened it cautiously. No one was there. Through all those years, Kathy and the children seemed to be the focus for this supernatural energy. I had remained skeptical because I had not experienced anything directly. The turning point for me started one night when Kathy was out late. I was watching TV when I heard the keys turning in the front door lock. I thought it was Kathy and decided to play a trick on her - try to scare her. I turned off the TV and hid by the side of the door so I could jump out and scare her once she walked through it. I stood there alone in the dark, waiting for her to enter. But she never came through the door. I was certain I heard the keys in the door and wondered what was taking her so long. I decided to open the door, but to my surprise there was no one there. Instead of scaring her, I only succeeded in scaring myself. So I went to bed. From that point on I started to become more aware of the odd things happening in the house. One summer night, we came home from shopping and the whole house was very warm. I started walking through the house opening doors and windows. When I walked into the kids' bedroom, which is just off the kitchen, to open their window, their entire room was ice cold. There is no way this one room could be so very cold while the rest of the house was so warm, I thought to myself... unless there was something in there. I had heard stories about rooms becoming cold when there was a " presence" in them. I didn't believe it until then. One night the kids woke up crying. I went in their room and lay in bed with them until they fell back to sleep. I began to doze off myself, but was startled fully awake when I heard clear as day someone whisper in my ear: "John." It sent shivers down my spine. On other occasions I could feel the presence. I would watch TV late at night and would go into the dark kitchen for a snack. Suddenly, I would get the chills - the kind you get when you feel like someone is watching you. I would get so spooked that I would turn back and forget about the snack. Kathy had a friend who went to church every time the door opened. Unbeknownst to me, Kathy had told her about the things that were going on in our home. This woman prayed of protection on everyone of us who slept in that house. I didn't become aware of this until I mentioned to Kathy that finally our children were sleeping through the night and hadn't awakened crying for a few weeks. That's when Kathy told me what she had done. Her friend also suggested it would be in our best interest to get the family out of that house as quickly as possible. What she sensed in our home was evil and mean - and would eventually hurt one of us.We moved. As those four years went by, the last year and half in which I personally experienced the phenomena transformed me forever and changed how I view the unknown. I now know there are such things as ghosts, demons or paranormal whatever you want to call it. As we were moving out of that house, we talked to our neighbors. Strange things were happening to them, too.We haven't had any trouble since we got out of that place. John B.

NOW HERE IS THE ORIGINAL STORY. NOT WRITTEN BY JOHN B. OF SEXTON CREEK BUT ACTUALLY OF JOHN V. A MAN WHO HAS NEVER SET FOOT ON SEXTON CREEK KENTUCKY. THERE IS NO NEED TO POST THE STORY IN IT'S FULL EXTENT AGAIN BECAUSE YOU JUST READ IT WORD FOR WORD EXCEPT FOR SMALL CHANGES MADE BY THE CLAY COUNTY TIMES. BUT FACTS ARE STILL PROVIDED. YOU CAN VIEW THE REAL STORY AT THIS LINK - REAL STORY -

BUT THE FUNNIEST THING ABOUT THIS ENTIRE STORY IS THE RESPONSE MADE BY THE CLAY COUNTY TIMES OWNER. THE FOLLOWING IS THE RESPONSE PRINTED IN THE EDITION DIRECTLY BELOW THE ARTICLE - "Dear John. Thank you for your story. I'm glad your family is doing alright now. We at the times are going to spend the night there. We already have several volunteers to help us. We do appoligive for any information that we may of got wrong last week. Thank you for correcting us." Donnie Thompson

wonder if he ever stayed in that house? i would guess not since John B. did not write the story.