The Ghost of Lake Place

StinkysFishCamp · 2007-03-12T17:56:50.000Z

[FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]Some may say it is no more than a yard told by some aging carpenter whose mental faculties are not what they once were. Some laughed, some said he belonged on a farm?a funny farm. However, the following account was given by the carpenter known as J.W.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]It was on one of those cold and rainy February days that J.W. was working alone on a repair list given him by Chez Richard, owner of Stinky?s Fish Camp. Understand the establishment was nestled on the edge of a small lake near the gulf on Hwy 30A. As the carpenter absent mindedly plodded along with his task, he suddenly noticed a tapping at the front door. So he went to the front and peered into the gloom of the dreary afternoon. But there was no one present. Returning to his work, he thought he must just be hearing things. A few minutes passed and again the tapping. This time, J.W. ran to the door and still?no one. So he cautiously opened the door and ventured outside, but a strong gust of wind forced him back to safety. ?I must be losing my mind,? he chuckled to himself.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]Some time passed and again the tapping. This time he ran to the door with hammer in hand, expecting to find some sort of joker. Still?no one. ?Alright now, this is getting on my nerves, I need to get a grip! Eh?? So with that, he dismissed the whole episode to his imagination. Then, a broom leaning against the wall suddenly fell to the floor and the lights flickered. The hair on his neck and arms stood straight up. Now, he was really spooked. And we are not talking about a man given much to fear, but he was afraid.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]Then, J.W. suddenly noticed a smell. An overpowering stench of dead sea grass, salt and stale air. As he searched around the room, his eyes fell upon a figured hunched forebodingly over the end of the bar. It was a man with a grotesque and slovenly appearance. His hair was gray and black and hung in a disheveled mat upon his shoulders. Likewise, his bear was the same color but long and scraggly. One side of his face drooped and a flow of drool issued through his stained and broken teeth. One eyes was glazed over and did not follow the other. With his good eye, he inflicted a burning gaze on the carpenter and demanded, ?Give me a grog!?[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]J.W. was so taken back that all he could do was stutter, ?G-g-g-grog??[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]?You heard me you witless cur! Now give something to drink!? shouted the apparition.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]?S-sorry sir, I have nothing to offer, but who are you?? inquired the carpenter.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]?Never mind who I am, just call me Stinky! If it suits ya!? And with that, the old specter turned and disappeared through the wall. The carpenter fell back against his work bench, clutching his hammer and just as he was about to recover, the ghost struck his head back through the wall and exclaimed, ?And next time there had better be some libation!?[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=3]Next time?[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][/FONT]

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StinkysFishCampBeach Fanatic5994 W County Road 30A319 postsJoined Mar 5, '07View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 12, '07 · 12:56 PM4,085

Some may say it is no more than a yard told by some aging carpenter whose mental faculties are not what they once were. Some laughed, some said he belonged on a farm?a funny farm. However, the following account was given by the carpenter known as J.W.

It was on one of those cold and rainy February days that J.W. was working alone on a repair list given him by Chez Richard, owner of Stinky?s Fish Camp. Understand the establishment was nestled on the edge of a small lake near the gulf on Hwy 30A. As the carpenter absent mindedly plodded along with his task, he suddenly noticed a tapping at the front door. So he went to the front and peered into the gloom of the dreary afternoon. But there was no one present. Returning to his work, he thought he must just be hearing things. A few minutes passed and again the tapping. This time, J.W. ran to the door and still?no one. So he cautiously opened the door and ventured outside, but a strong gust of wind forced him back to safety. ?I must be losing my mind,? he chuckled to himself.

Some time passed and again the tapping. This time he ran to the door with hammer in hand, expecting to find some sort of joker. Still?no one. ?Alright now, this is getting on my nerves, I need to get a grip! Eh?? So with that, he dismissed the whole episode to his imagination. Then, a broom leaning against the wall suddenly fell to the floor and the lights flickered. The hair on his neck and arms stood straight up. Now, he was really spooked. And we are not talking about a man given much to fear, but he was afraid.

Then, J.W. suddenly noticed a smell. An overpowering stench of dead sea grass, salt and stale air. As he searched around the room, his eyes fell upon a figured hunched forebodingly over the end of the bar. It was a man with a grotesque and slovenly appearance. His hair was gray and black and hung in a disheveled mat upon his shoulders. Likewise, his bear was the same color but long and scraggly. One side of his face drooped and a flow of drool issued through his stained and broken teeth. One eyes was glazed over and did not follow the other. With his good eye, he inflicted a burning gaze on the carpenter and demanded, ?Give me a grog!?

J.W. was so taken back that all he could do was stutter, ?G-g-g-grog??

?You heard me you witless cur! Now give something to drink!? shouted the apparition.

?S-sorry sir, I have nothing to offer, but who are you?? inquired the carpenter.

?Never mind who I am, just call me Stinky! If it suits ya!? And with that, the old specter turned and disappeared through the wall. The carpenter fell back against his work bench, clutching his hammer and just as he was about to recover, the ghost struck his head back through the wall and exclaimed, ?And next time there had better be some libation!?

Next time?

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SGB

SGBBeach FanaticSouth Walton1,034 postsJoined Feb 11, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 12, '07 · 1:06 PM#2

Hey! We saw a bunch of cars and people over at Stinky's last night and it sounded like they were having a good time. Or maybe they were ghosts? Does this mean you're about to open?

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kathydwellsDarlene is my middle name, not my nicknameLacey's Spring, Alabama13,303 postsJoined Dec 20, '04View profile MessageDarlene is my middle name, not my nickname

Mar 12, '07 · 1:10 PM#3

:clap_1: Loved this story!!!! Welcome, Stinky!!!

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skippertooBeach FanaticAtlanta (Midtown)660 postsJoined Sep 8, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 12, '07 · 4:05 PM#4

Neat Story and I think it is interesting you posted but received no credit for the post (total number of posts 0 ):idontno:

:welcome:

MermaidMermaidpicky7,871 postsJoined Aug 11, '05View profile Messagepicky

Mar 12, '07 · 4:16 PM#5

Neat Story and I think it is interesting you posted but received no credit for the post (total number of posts 0 ):idontno:

:welcome:

It's a ghost of a story and a ghost of a post. 😱

Welcome Stinky and tell us more stories!

Lady D

Lady DSoWal InsiderMemphis, Tennessee, United States6,131 postsJoined Jun 21, '05View profile MessageSoWal Insider

Mar 12, '07 · 5:00 PM#6

Some may say it is no more than a yard told by some aging carpenter whose mental faculties are not what they once were. Some laughed, some said he belonged on a farm?a funny farm. However, the following account was given by the carpenter known as J.W.

It was on one of those cold and rainy February days that J.W. was working alone on a repair list given him by Chez Richard, owner of Stinky?s Fish Camp. Understand the establishment was nestled on the edge of a small lake near the gulf on Hwy 30A. As the carpenter absent mindedly plodded along with his task, he suddenly noticed a tapping at the front door. So he went to the front and peered into the gloom of the dreary afternoon. But there was no one present. Returning to his work, he thought he must just be hearing things. A few minutes passed and again the tapping. This time, J.W. ran to the door and still?no one. So he cautiously opened the door and ventured outside, but a strong gust of wind forced him back to safety. ?I must be losing my mind,? he chuckled to himself.

Some time passed and again the tapping. This time he ran to the door with hammer in hand, expecting to find some sort of joker. Still?no one. ?Alright now, this is getting on my nerves, I need to get a grip! Eh?? So with that, he dismissed the whole episode to his imagination. Then, a broom leaning against the wall suddenly fell to the floor and the lights flickered. The hair on his neck and arms stood straight up. Now, he was really spooked. And we are not talking about a man given much to fear, but he was afraid.

Then, J.W. suddenly noticed a smell. An overpowering stench of dead sea grass, salt and stale air. As he searched around the room, his eyes fell upon a figured hunched forebodingly over the end of the bar. It was a man with a grotesque and slovenly appearance. His hair was gray and black and hung in a disheveled mat upon his shoulders. Likewise, his bear was the same color but long and scraggly. One side of his face drooped and a flow of drool issued through his stained and broken teeth. One eyes was glazed over and did not follow the other. With his good eye, he inflicted a burning gaze on the carpenter and demanded, ?Give me a grog!?

J.W. was so taken back that all he could do was stutter, ?G-g-g-grog??

?You heard me you witless cur! Now give something to drink!? shouted the apparition.

?S-sorry sir, I have nothing to offer, but who are you?? inquired the carpenter.

?Never mind who I am, just call me Stinky! If it suits ya!? And with that, the old specter turned and disappeared through the wall. The carpenter fell back against his work bench, clutching his hammer and just as he was about to recover, the ghost struck his head back through the wall and exclaimed, ?And next time there had better be some libation!?

Next time?

Stinky, loved the story. I love ghost stories. 😀

Paula

PaulaBeach FanaticMichigan but someday in SoWal as well3,747 postsJoined Jan 25, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 12, '07 · 6:14 PM#7

Do we know anything about Stinky's family, fate? Maybe he was knocked off after getting caught selling some of the pure white beach sand as sugar to the wrong people.

redrocket

redrocketBeach Loverin constant turmoil135 postsJoined May 29, '06View profile MessageBeach Lover

Mar 12, '07 · 6:53 PM#8

it was brian wise of the waco ramblers. he can't help the smell, and i think he was asking for greg.

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Ocean LoverbeanBuckeye Country9,491 postsJoined Apr 16, '05View profile Messagebean

Mar 12, '07 · 6:59 PM#9

:welcome: Stinky! Grayt story!

Hop

HopBeach FanaticDune Allen2,228 postsJoined Oct 1, '06View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 12, '07 · 7:44 PM#10

Some may say it is no more than a yard told by some aging carpenter whose mental faculties are not what they once were. Some laughed, some said he belonged on a farm?a funny farm. However, the following account was given by the carpenter known as J.W.

It was on one of those cold and rainy February days that J.W. was working alone on a repair list given him by Chez Richard, owner of Stinky?s Fish Camp. Understand the establishment was nestled on the edge of a small lake near the gulf on Hwy 30A. As the carpenter absent mindedly plodded along with his task, he suddenly noticed a tapping at the front door. So he went to the front and peered into the gloom of the dreary afternoon. But there was no one present. Returning to his work, he thought he must just be hearing things. A few minutes passed and again the tapping. This time, J.W. ran to the door and still?no one. So he cautiously opened the door and ventured outside, but a strong gust of wind forced him back to safety. ?I must be losing my mind,? he chuckled to himself.

Some time passed and again the tapping. This time he ran to the door with hammer in hand, expecting to find some sort of joker. Still?no one. ?Alright now, this is getting on my nerves, I need to get a grip! Eh?? So with that, he dismissed the whole episode to his imagination. Then, a broom leaning against the wall suddenly fell to the floor and the lights flickered. The hair on his neck and arms stood straight up. Now, he was really spooked. And we are not talking about a man given much to fear, but he was afraid.

Then, J.W. suddenly noticed a smell. An overpowering stench of dead sea grass, salt and stale air. As he searched around the room, his eyes fell upon a figured hunched forebodingly over the end of the bar. It was a man with a grotesque and slovenly appearance. His hair was gray and black and hung in a disheveled mat upon his shoulders. Likewise, his bear was the same color but long and scraggly. One side of his face drooped and a flow of drool issued through his stained and broken teeth. One eyes was glazed over and did not follow the other. With his good eye, he inflicted a burning gaze on the carpenter and demanded, ?Give me a grog!?

J.W. was so taken back that all he could do was stutter, ?G-g-g-grog??

?You heard me you witless cur! Now give something to drink!? shouted the apparition.

?S-sorry sir, I have nothing to offer, but who are you?? inquired the carpenter.

?Never mind who I am, just call me Stinky! If it suits ya!? And with that, the old specter turned and disappeared through the wall. The carpenter fell back against his work bench, clutching his hammer and just as he was about to recover, the ghost struck his head back through the wall and exclaimed, ?And next time there had better be some libation!?

Next time?

That's a damn lie...you know good and well there's no such thing as a gloomy,dreary afternoon in sowal....

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Smiling JOeSoWal Expert31,643 postsJoined Nov 18, '04View profile MessageSoWal Expert

Mar 12, '07 · 7:48 PM#11

it was brian wise of the waco ramblers. he can't help the smell, and i think he was asking for greg.

Are you talking about the ghost story or the goat story???:floor:

Jdarg

JdargSoWal Expert18,040 postsJoined Feb 15, '05View profile MessageSoWal Expert

Mar 12, '07 · 7:51 PM#12

Are you talking about the ghost story or the goat story???:floor:

OMG!!:floor:

I just finished telling this "news" to my friends here in Louisville!!

I was asked "What is new in Florida?" and of course I had to reply "Goats are having a bit of a problem..."😱

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Smiling JOeSoWal Expert31,643 postsJoined Nov 18, '04View profile MessageSoWal Expert

Mar 12, '07 · 7:53 PM#13

I cannot wait to try Stinky's. The Lake Place was a favorite among many of us, and for some of my friends, it was on the top of their list of favorites. The minut you walked in the door, you noticed the aroma of seasoned wood being burned. It allowed us to feel warm and welcome. I hope Stinky's is at least half of the experience of Lake Place. If so, it will be a huge success, and I won't mind driving out of my way to get there during the less busy seasons. Please let us know when it is officially open. I cannot wait!

Paula

PaulaBeach FanaticMichigan but someday in SoWal as well3,747 postsJoined Jan 25, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 13, '07 · 5:54 AM#14

That's a damn lie...you know good and well there's no such thing as a gloomy,dreary afternoon in sowal....

Except in May, of course...😀

seacrestkristiseacrestkristiBeach Fanatic3,538 postsJoined Nov 27, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 13, '07 · 9:05 AM#15

Better keep our fridges stocked just in case we hear a knockin' when we're down on 30A.....:shock: Heard Stinky has lots of funn friends.....:blink:

Paula

PaulaBeach FanaticMichigan but someday in SoWal as well3,747 postsJoined Jan 25, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 13, '07 · 1:31 PM#16

Stinkyfunn...:funn:

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ShallowsNoleBeach FanaticPt Washington4,279 postsJoined Jun 22, '05View profile MessageBeach Fanatic

Mar 13, '07 · 1:44 PM#17

OMG!!:floor:

I just finished telling this "news" to my friends here in Louisville!!

I was asked "What is new in Florida?" and of course I had to reply "Goats are having a bit of a problem..."😱

One of the deputies was selling shirts the other day that said "BAAAAAHHHH MEANS NOOOOO!!!"

Oh, and btw, :welcome: stinky...

DDSoWal Expertgrapevine, tx. /On the road to SoWal23,871 postsJoined Aug 29, '05View profile MessageSoWal Expert

Mar 13, '07 · 1:49 PM#18

One of the deputies was selling shirts the other day that said "BAAAAAHHHH MEANS NOOOOO!!!"

Oh, and btw, :welcome: stinky...

😱 😱 😀 😀

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kathydwellsDarlene is my middle name, not my nicknameLacey's Spring, Alabama13,303 postsJoined Dec 20, '04View profile MessageDarlene is my middle name, not my nickname

Mar 13, '07 · 3:08 PM#19