By M.P. Pellicer | Stranger Than Fiction Stories
Bars, taverns, lounges or even man caves could be the places with the best memories, or perhaps the ugliest and bloodiest ones. There are spirits, and then there are Spirits; these are some of those stories.
The following is a story of a haunted bartender picture. This style of print is very common, in other words this is not tied to an original artist. Perhaps what this person experienced is what happened around this print while it hung on a wall.
This is the story:
Last year, my junior year of college, me and 4 other friends moved into a house together. We all brought our own things to decorate the house with (posters, paintings, etc.). One of the paintings was of a bartender pouring a martini. We would end up calling this painting the Martini Man. I had a weird feeling about it right off the bat. His wide eyes would follow you around the room, and there was just something creepy about it. When you were alone with it, it still felt like there was a real presence with you. About a month or two after the move in, activity started happening.
A reader of the story commented the following:
My sister was a maritime artist. She committed suicide last July in West Palm Beach. My wife and I brought a lot of her unsold pieces back, some are really well done. So we hung several of the larger ones.
I visited the John Ringling Museum of Art and Estate in Sarasota, FL a few years back. There was a haunted painting there. It was a portrait of a young woman, wearing a deep emerald bodice and a blue scarf on her head as she looked down with her body turned down a bit, and it cast a shadow on her breast. I took a photo because the depth of the emerald velvet bodice seemed to be an abyss, it was so dark and the painting had a licked surface, which Dutch painters from the Renaissance era would use as a technique to diminish brush stroke textures so that colors and implied textures were more intense. I remember getting stuck on this piece. Her eyes were so sad, the textures we're so rich! Too rich. Too perfect. I decided I didn't like this work after all.
In February, 1893, J.M. "Mont" Robinson, a bartender who lived in Summitville, Indiana drowned himself. He went to a gravel pit filled with water near town, and left his coat and hat on the shore. He was 40 years old, and left behind a wife and four children. He had some financial reverses and his health was bad.
The pond was deep, and saloon men from where he worked had been cutting ice from it during the cold weather. The next day, his boss passed by and saw the hat and coat on the bank. Right away he realized they belonged to Robinson.
Suspecting what the man had done he went back to town, and brought a party of friends with grab hooks and dragged the bottom thoroughly. Eventually the body was found, and taken to his home. It seemed that once Robinson lived in "good circumstances" and owned a farm near Summitville, but he lost it through bad management and sickness.
Less than a month after he died, Mont Robinson was seen near the pool where he drowned. People who passed by the area at night, which was half a mile outside of town, would see him standing on the bank as if in the act of plunging into the pool. It seemed he didn't realize he had been successful in ending his life.
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