Yet Another Bob Weaver Story

When I was growing up, my grandmother lived in West Pittston, in northeastern Pennsylvania.  Legend has it that Bob Weaver, her next door neighbor on Exeter Avenue, who died in mysteriously in the 1950’s, has always haunted the townsfolk.  I’ve never seen any proof that the long standing scary local folklore is true.  Still, I don’t like messing with it.  Whenever I have to go through that neighborhood at night, I always get the chills and feel so exceptionally uncomfortable.  He may still have a say in what happens there. 

 

 

Welcome back to Denise’s SIX SENTENCE STORY THURSDAY #78 .  Bob Weaver is one of my recurring characters.

14 thoughts on “Yet Another Bob Weaver Story

  1. clark says:

    (to take off from Violet’s comment*) I wonder if the need to use fear to tie successive generations to a common spine will ever end. Not that traditions are bad, per se, lol** But it is so common a feature in cultures and therefore in childhood.

    *with her persimmons, of course
    ** a Doctrine joke

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    1. larry trasciatti says:

      That could be true though tradition ,by its very nature is good and necessary. Mankind always gets out of control, though, about things, so there will always be people who will try to take advantage of a favorite gravy train

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