Henry's Home Page Welcome! Updated 12-28-2013 I'm going to share some of the embroidery designs I have created for the Janome Memory Craft Line of. For the most part, Illinois Route 66 glides evenly and easily through the State in a diagonal direction between Chicago and St. Generally, it follows I-55, but. Henry's Home Page. Welcome ! Updated. I'm going to share some of the. I have created for the Janome Memory Craft Line of. Now. Updated to include both . SEW and . JEFI work for Costumes By Dusty in Arlington Texas. I make Mascots and other Costumes. Click on the above picture to download the. Many of the. designs on this site are in Janome . WE have heard the evidence given in by the first witness to the doctrine and miracles of our Lord Jesus; and now here is another witness produced, who calls for our. We have now before us one of the choicest and most excellent parts of all the Old Testament; nay, so much is there in it of Christ and his gospel, as well as. There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews: 3:1-8 Nicodemus was afraid, or ashamed to be seen with Christ, therefore came in. Poor Henry’s has been a cornerstone of the community since 1975, and now is making tracks as a exciting new craft beer pub. Dinner pm cocktails lunch am cocktails wine list beer list brunch menu brunch cocktails. Ghost Stories for Kids Henry and Judy live in the same neighborhood and, like many people, believe a nearby abandoned home is haunted. When they are forced to face their greatest fears, something unexpected happens to them. The two friends soon discover one of the secrets the creepy old house keeps locked up inside the attic. This ghost story can be fun to tell, and kids will enjoy the suspense. Judy and Henry lived next door to one another, and played together often. The dead end street made an ideal playground. Just across the road from Henry's house was an old abandoned home. The house had a menacing feel, with half of the windows cracked and broken from both age and vandalism. The front porch sat broken and slanted and the door itself appeared to simply hang from its hinges, partially opened to reveal a tiny slice of the unimaginable darkness inside. Although it was an eyesore and a menacing building to look at, both Judy and Henry had grown accustomed to it. They'd learned to avoid it, both because their parents warned them to, and because going inside the building was an idea that neither of them were willing to entertain. They were having a baseball throwing competition, tossing the baseball as high in the air as possible and the other person would catch it. If they couldn't catch the ball before it hit the street, the thrower scored a point. Frustrated and determined to make her miss the next throw, Henry wound up his arm and started to launch the ball. In the middle of his throw, he stepped forward and his foot caught a rock on the pavement. He stumbled as he launched the baseball far up into the twilight sky, but instead of shooting straight up, it sailed horizontally across the road, over the weed- strewn front yard and directly through the glass of a second story window in the old abandoned home. Henry stood with his hands hanging by his sides, staring up at the gaping hole in the second story window. He opened his mouth in disbelief. Finally, he dropped his gaze from the window to settle on Judy's face. That's the ball my dad gave me when I was little. It's my favorite baseball. He struggled to maintain his composure, but the thought of losing one of his most prized possessions was almost more than he could bear. Neither of them would admit to the other how horrified they were over the idea of entering the darkness beyond that front door. A hallway led straight from the front door to another open doorway that led to the kitchen. Another dark doorway to their right led to an empty room with shuttered windows, where shadows danced in every corner. Both children looked up the dusty staircase. Judy immediately started for the staircase, but the moment her foot touched the first step, they heard a sound above them.. Let's just get the ball and get out. Cautiously, they crept up the staircase, opened the door and entered the dark attic. Lit only by a large window at one end, the attic was completely empty except for a single trunk in the middle of the attic floor. Both children walked carefully to the trunk. It was made of dark, aged wood, and it wasn't locked. Whatever was inside could easily escape if it wanted to. But curiosity would not allow them to leave. They each grasped one corner of the trunk lid, and bracing themselves, slowly opened the old trunk lid to reveal.. Often after a low- voiced, sometimes whispering narration, the storyteller will startle the listener by raising his voice or even shouting, . The ending of this story is a surprise since it's not the scary ending the child expected.
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