by: chanelle
It all started in the middle of the night at about 12:35am.I awoke to what I thought was a white figure standing at the end of my bed.I quickly hid under my blankets terrifyied of what I just saw and quickly slapped my husband on the arm to wake him up and tell him what I just saw.He then got up and had a look around the bed and told me that nothing was there,so I just went to sleep still terrifyied.The next morning when I was having breakfast my husband read out the newspaper me,I was so shocked about what he was reading to me,saying that one of my best mates got killed with her boyfriend on a motor-cycle accident.I then realised that the white figured ghost I saw that night was my best mate,and was probably seeing me to say goodbye. . .
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Demon take over
by: adam brown
In this state in the back roads of Hollywood SC Charleston their lives a great evil.I never really belivied in supernatural things until I saw it. Some of you people may think it is a lie, but no i tell you the truth.One night i was outside as i recall it was 2:00 am on a Friday, i went down the back road like i always do as i went down this dark road, at that time of day it still be dark out. I saw a human being standing on the side of the road a man,he was tall with black hair,5"11, white and talked with a accent like he was not from the good old US of A.
At that time my mom had just left my father and i was going thru somethings, so he asked me out the blue he said what do you value in life. I kept on walking like i didn't hear him and i tighten my grip on the blade in my pocket. Than he said it again so i said excuse you sir but i didn't catch what you said, he repeated himself. So i give the guy a answer i said making something out of myself. The guy said will i can make that happen for you what is your name i told him, he said I know you and i know what you do. You come on this back road looking for us, which at the time was true because i always thought i was a hunter make believe that is. He told me to grab his hand why when i grabbed his hand i felt a burst of power shoot thru my body. I fell to my knees and i asked him who are you, he said who i am is not important, but what you will become is. I said dude you on some major drugs is something wrong with you? I said,no i have my right mind he said.But you is like us your heart is black as this night side you care about nothing,u feel you have nothing left since your mom left you. My mind went blank i said how do you know about my mother, so he stop and said it is time for you to know my name so you will know who you are dealing with,my name is many. Many as in i am made up of alot of lost souls. Right then i said you is the demon in the bible the one where Jesus casted you in the pigs. I said no you not a demon everybody speak of having a demon in them, he didn't say nothing and out of the blue he disappeared and as he was disappearing he said you grabbed my hand and when i looked at my hand i saw that their was blood stain for the demon cutted me.Ever since my life wasn't the same i begin doing alot of things that i am not proud of.To this day i still wonder about that night.
In this state in the back roads of Hollywood SC Charleston their lives a great evil.I never really belivied in supernatural things until I saw it. Some of you people may think it is a lie, but no i tell you the truth.One night i was outside as i recall it was 2:00 am on a Friday, i went down the back road like i always do as i went down this dark road, at that time of day it still be dark out. I saw a human being standing on the side of the road a man,he was tall with black hair,5"11, white and talked with a accent like he was not from the good old US of A.
At that time my mom had just left my father and i was going thru somethings, so he asked me out the blue he said what do you value in life. I kept on walking like i didn't hear him and i tighten my grip on the blade in my pocket. Than he said it again so i said excuse you sir but i didn't catch what you said, he repeated himself. So i give the guy a answer i said making something out of myself. The guy said will i can make that happen for you what is your name i told him, he said I know you and i know what you do. You come on this back road looking for us, which at the time was true because i always thought i was a hunter make believe that is. He told me to grab his hand why when i grabbed his hand i felt a burst of power shoot thru my body. I fell to my knees and i asked him who are you, he said who i am is not important, but what you will become is. I said dude you on some major drugs is something wrong with you? I said,no i have my right mind he said.But you is like us your heart is black as this night side you care about nothing,u feel you have nothing left since your mom left you. My mind went blank i said how do you know about my mother, so he stop and said it is time for you to know my name so you will know who you are dealing with,my name is many. Many as in i am made up of alot of lost souls. Right then i said you is the demon in the bible the one where Jesus casted you in the pigs. I said no you not a demon everybody speak of having a demon in them, he didn't say nothing and out of the blue he disappeared and as he was disappearing he said you grabbed my hand and when i looked at my hand i saw that their was blood stain for the demon cutted me.Ever since my life wasn't the same i begin doing alot of things that i am not proud of.To this day i still wonder about that night.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Demonic entities???
By: Haruku
This story may sound a bit bizarre and at some points hard to believe, but I am not here to prove whether or not ghosts/demons exist. I am here to share a firsthand account of an event that happened to me and my brother (whose name has been changed for the sake of protecting his identity). Please bear in mind that I was a skeptic up until the following events occurred in my life. Now I am more open to the existence of ghosts/demons/paranormal activities.
Four years ago, I used to live with my parents, two sisters, and older brother in Northern California. That summer (four years ago) my brother, Ken, was forced to marry his girlfriend because he got her pregnant; at the time, he was 19 and she was 17. In August of that same year, I decided to move to Wisconsin. After living in Wisconsin for two years, I received a phone call from my parents. They seemed distraught. I was informed by my parents that my brother's wife had left him, and that in a state of despair he attempted to end his own life by drinking bleach. At the time, I was still in college and classes were still in session. However, seeing as how this was a family emergency, I decided to take a week off. After the phone call, I booked a flight to CA, with my plane leaving the following day.
When I arrived in CA, I was somewhat dazed and drowsy from the long flight. However, I went to the hospital as quickly as possible to visit Ken. At the hospital, I waited in the lobby with my other relatives until we were permitted to see Ken, who was placed in the intensive care unit (ICU). Since only two people were allowed into the ICU at the time, I was one of the last to see my brother. When I was finally given the chance to see Ken, I headed towards his room with my father (this was around 12:30 at night). As soon as we rounded the corner in the hospital's hallway, I noticed a dark figure roughly three to four feet high enter into Ken's room. I thought nothing of it because I was tired, so I shrugged it off. In the ICU, I stared at my brother's almost lifeless body. My father was to my left; he tried hard to keep from crying. I, on the other hand, was too tired to feel anything.
After five days of staying in the hospital, my brother was able to come back home. We were all glad to see him alive and doing relatively well. Once my seven days were up, off I went, back to WI. It wasn't until a little over one year after Ken's attempted suicide that I received another phone call from home. This time it was my younger sister, who told me that my father just had a heart attack. So once more I booked another week-long trip to CA. This time, I decided to bring along a friend of mine, since he has never been to CA and wanted to tag along. Our plane landed in CA at roughly 11:00 PM and my friend was exhausted from the trip, so we decided to go straight to bed instead of visiting my father at the hospital. That night, my friend and I slept on my parents' living room couches. At roughly 3:00 AM, I was awaken by my friend calling out my name: "Haruku, wake up!"
Since I'm a light sleeper, I woke up almost instantly. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He replied, "Didn't you say that your brother, Ken, smokes?"
I answered, "Yes he does. Whenever he needs to smoke, he'd go into the garage and smoke."
My friend paused for a few seconds, then said, "Well, I think I saw him go into the garage to smoke. You see...the thing is...I saw a dark, manly figure walk into the garage. At first I thought it was your brother, but then I never saw him come out."
I thought he was just joshing around, so I asked him, "Ooooookay, are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
In a serious tone, he whispered, "I'm not. I was wide awake when I saw what appeared to be your brother walking from the hallway into the garage. But he never turned on the lights and he never came back!"
I noticed the seriousness in his voice, so I got off the couch and proceeded towards the kitchen, where the garage door was located. After I turned on the kitchen lights, I noticed that the garage door was left open by as much as two inches. That sparked my curiosity since I distinctly recalled my mother having locked and closed the garage door before we all went to bed. I proceeded into the garage, where I felt an icy cold presence, even though it was a humid July night. Out of curiosity I decided to touch the ashtray. Surprisingly, it was still quite warm! I concluded that it was indeed my brother Ken who decided to have a midnight cigarette before going to bed. I then talked my friend into going back to bed.
The following day, I confronted Ken about the events that unfolded the night before. I asked him, "Soooo, did you go for a cigarette last night at around 3-ish???"
He looked at me with an odd expression and said, "No I didn't."
So then I asked, "Did you smoke AT ALL anytime during the night???"
Ken answered, "Yes, I did. I smoked a cigarette at 9 last night before going to bed."
After hearing Ken's response, a cold chill ran down my back. If he last smoked at 9, the ashtray couldn't have stayed warm for 6 hours! We sat on the front porch, speechless for a few minutes. Then Ken said, "Hey, I never told anyone this, but after my wife left me, I just fell apart. I was really depressed and I felt horrible. Then I started to hear some voices in my head...you know...telling me to kill myself. That's why I drank bleach. And the strangest thing happened to me while I was at the hospital. That night at the hospital, I saw you and Dad by my bed. I wanted to comfort Dad because he was going to cry, but I couldn't. There were these little black demons that kept poking and prodding my body. Some of them were ripping off my flesh and boy did I smell bad. I also wanted you to help me out, but I just couldn't speak at all. It felt so horrible! Those five days of staying at the hospital were the worst days of my life. By the way, thanks for coming to see me."
His comments spooked me even more! As I recalled, Ken was unconscious that night, so he couldn't have seen me, nor our father. Yet somehow, if he was dreaming, how could he have dreamed that both I and our father were by his side...and that our father was almost in tears?!?!?! What scared me the most, though, was how I saw that shadowy figure enter the ICU that same night. Ken continued speaking: "I still see them too. I don't know what they are exactly, but every now and then I'd see a shadow darting across the hallway. Sometimes they would move fast, sometimes they'd move slow. They seem to like the darkness, always heading towards dark spots in our house."
It was then that I realized my friend wasn't dreaming, nor was it my brother who went out for a cigarette the previous night. Too scared and unable to fully comprehend what I was hearing, I went back inside and laid down on the couch. Once I soaked in what Ken told me earlier, I came to this revelation: What if some people who committed suicide or homicide did so only because they were truly compelled to by a greater force? I may never know for sure about this statement, but I do know that what I saw, what Ken saw, and what my friend saw were not normal shadows.
This story may sound a bit bizarre and at some points hard to believe, but I am not here to prove whether or not ghosts/demons exist. I am here to share a firsthand account of an event that happened to me and my brother (whose name has been changed for the sake of protecting his identity). Please bear in mind that I was a skeptic up until the following events occurred in my life. Now I am more open to the existence of ghosts/demons/paranormal activities.
Four years ago, I used to live with my parents, two sisters, and older brother in Northern California. That summer (four years ago) my brother, Ken, was forced to marry his girlfriend because he got her pregnant; at the time, he was 19 and she was 17. In August of that same year, I decided to move to Wisconsin. After living in Wisconsin for two years, I received a phone call from my parents. They seemed distraught. I was informed by my parents that my brother's wife had left him, and that in a state of despair he attempted to end his own life by drinking bleach. At the time, I was still in college and classes were still in session. However, seeing as how this was a family emergency, I decided to take a week off. After the phone call, I booked a flight to CA, with my plane leaving the following day.
When I arrived in CA, I was somewhat dazed and drowsy from the long flight. However, I went to the hospital as quickly as possible to visit Ken. At the hospital, I waited in the lobby with my other relatives until we were permitted to see Ken, who was placed in the intensive care unit (ICU). Since only two people were allowed into the ICU at the time, I was one of the last to see my brother. When I was finally given the chance to see Ken, I headed towards his room with my father (this was around 12:30 at night). As soon as we rounded the corner in the hospital's hallway, I noticed a dark figure roughly three to four feet high enter into Ken's room. I thought nothing of it because I was tired, so I shrugged it off. In the ICU, I stared at my brother's almost lifeless body. My father was to my left; he tried hard to keep from crying. I, on the other hand, was too tired to feel anything.
After five days of staying in the hospital, my brother was able to come back home. We were all glad to see him alive and doing relatively well. Once my seven days were up, off I went, back to WI. It wasn't until a little over one year after Ken's attempted suicide that I received another phone call from home. This time it was my younger sister, who told me that my father just had a heart attack. So once more I booked another week-long trip to CA. This time, I decided to bring along a friend of mine, since he has never been to CA and wanted to tag along. Our plane landed in CA at roughly 11:00 PM and my friend was exhausted from the trip, so we decided to go straight to bed instead of visiting my father at the hospital. That night, my friend and I slept on my parents' living room couches. At roughly 3:00 AM, I was awaken by my friend calling out my name: "Haruku, wake up!"
Since I'm a light sleeper, I woke up almost instantly. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He replied, "Didn't you say that your brother, Ken, smokes?"
I answered, "Yes he does. Whenever he needs to smoke, he'd go into the garage and smoke."
My friend paused for a few seconds, then said, "Well, I think I saw him go into the garage to smoke. You see...the thing is...I saw a dark, manly figure walk into the garage. At first I thought it was your brother, but then I never saw him come out."
I thought he was just joshing around, so I asked him, "Ooooookay, are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
In a serious tone, he whispered, "I'm not. I was wide awake when I saw what appeared to be your brother walking from the hallway into the garage. But he never turned on the lights and he never came back!"
I noticed the seriousness in his voice, so I got off the couch and proceeded towards the kitchen, where the garage door was located. After I turned on the kitchen lights, I noticed that the garage door was left open by as much as two inches. That sparked my curiosity since I distinctly recalled my mother having locked and closed the garage door before we all went to bed. I proceeded into the garage, where I felt an icy cold presence, even though it was a humid July night. Out of curiosity I decided to touch the ashtray. Surprisingly, it was still quite warm! I concluded that it was indeed my brother Ken who decided to have a midnight cigarette before going to bed. I then talked my friend into going back to bed.
The following day, I confronted Ken about the events that unfolded the night before. I asked him, "Soooo, did you go for a cigarette last night at around 3-ish???"
He looked at me with an odd expression and said, "No I didn't."
So then I asked, "Did you smoke AT ALL anytime during the night???"
Ken answered, "Yes, I did. I smoked a cigarette at 9 last night before going to bed."
After hearing Ken's response, a cold chill ran down my back. If he last smoked at 9, the ashtray couldn't have stayed warm for 6 hours! We sat on the front porch, speechless for a few minutes. Then Ken said, "Hey, I never told anyone this, but after my wife left me, I just fell apart. I was really depressed and I felt horrible. Then I started to hear some voices in my head...you know...telling me to kill myself. That's why I drank bleach. And the strangest thing happened to me while I was at the hospital. That night at the hospital, I saw you and Dad by my bed. I wanted to comfort Dad because he was going to cry, but I couldn't. There were these little black demons that kept poking and prodding my body. Some of them were ripping off my flesh and boy did I smell bad. I also wanted you to help me out, but I just couldn't speak at all. It felt so horrible! Those five days of staying at the hospital were the worst days of my life. By the way, thanks for coming to see me."
His comments spooked me even more! As I recalled, Ken was unconscious that night, so he couldn't have seen me, nor our father. Yet somehow, if he was dreaming, how could he have dreamed that both I and our father were by his side...and that our father was almost in tears?!?!?! What scared me the most, though, was how I saw that shadowy figure enter the ICU that same night. Ken continued speaking: "I still see them too. I don't know what they are exactly, but every now and then I'd see a shadow darting across the hallway. Sometimes they would move fast, sometimes they'd move slow. They seem to like the darkness, always heading towards dark spots in our house."
It was then that I realized my friend wasn't dreaming, nor was it my brother who went out for a cigarette the previous night. Too scared and unable to fully comprehend what I was hearing, I went back inside and laid down on the couch. Once I soaked in what Ken told me earlier, I came to this revelation: What if some people who committed suicide or homicide did so only because they were truly compelled to by a greater force? I may never know for sure about this statement, but I do know that what I saw, what Ken saw, and what my friend saw were not normal shadows.
My cat sees a ghost?
By: Unknown
My husband & i & our 13 yr old son have recently moved into an apartment.we have 2 cats, one siamese.ever since we moved here, carlos(the cat) seems to be stuck to my side.walks me down the hallway and even sleeps in bed with us.he stand at my feet while i do dishes, which i thought was odd since he never seemed to even care for me before.the first night i was here i noticed something strange.my husband was at work and my son wasn't home so i was alone unitl about 2 am. Around 11:30 i was walking down the hallway and as i turned into the bathroom, i noticed out of the corner of my eye the light in the hallway went out behind me.the light is controlled with a pull string from the ceiling. I turned it back on and tried to rationalize it.told my husband although he didnt seem to believe me. So a few weeks later he and i are in the living room watching a movie,(in the bathroom i keep a little radio that is always on real low)in the background we can faintly hear our sons favorite song playing on the radio,we even made a comment if he was home we wouldnt be able to hear the tv.a few seconds later the radio went full blast and stayed that way unitl we went in the bathroom and turned it off.ok.a few weeks ago my son and i left to go somewhere. I specifically left two lights on in the front of the house. As we were driving up the street to come home, my son noticed that th ehouse was dark, and said mom, u shut all the lights off?? You never do. I said yes as not to concern him but no i did not. I remember seeing them on as i drove away from the house.and the cat, he is always staring at the wall, for hours, i mean his face directly facing the wall as if he was in time out. Always in that same hallway by the bathroom.he escorts me everywhere literally. I do not leave a room without him coming with me.well the lights are all pull strings. Impossible.i just turn them back on. But this morning concerned me.
I had come home from picking him up from work and we went to bed around 4 am.(keep in mind i live in an upstairs apartment, so i have a door and then stairs and a door to outside.) As im walking down the hall i notice my door is open. My door to go downstairs!!!! I specifically checked the door before i went to bed, i remember this.i dont mean cracked, or something the cat could have done. The door drags on the carpet when you open it. I think i thought i was seeing things and walked right past it, went in to get my son up, came back and sure enough, my door was literally halfway open and the damn cat was downstairs in the hallway. This one i cannot rationalize. This makes no sense what so ever.this really gets me because i specifically checked the door before i went to bed because i remember squinting to see if i could tell if i had locked the deadbolt, only i couldnt tell because it was dark so i pushed on it with my right hand twice to make sure it was shut twice. I got up and it was open.
My husband & i & our 13 yr old son have recently moved into an apartment.we have 2 cats, one siamese.ever since we moved here, carlos(the cat) seems to be stuck to my side.walks me down the hallway and even sleeps in bed with us.he stand at my feet while i do dishes, which i thought was odd since he never seemed to even care for me before.the first night i was here i noticed something strange.my husband was at work and my son wasn't home so i was alone unitl about 2 am. Around 11:30 i was walking down the hallway and as i turned into the bathroom, i noticed out of the corner of my eye the light in the hallway went out behind me.the light is controlled with a pull string from the ceiling. I turned it back on and tried to rationalize it.told my husband although he didnt seem to believe me. So a few weeks later he and i are in the living room watching a movie,(in the bathroom i keep a little radio that is always on real low)in the background we can faintly hear our sons favorite song playing on the radio,we even made a comment if he was home we wouldnt be able to hear the tv.a few seconds later the radio went full blast and stayed that way unitl we went in the bathroom and turned it off.ok.a few weeks ago my son and i left to go somewhere. I specifically left two lights on in the front of the house. As we were driving up the street to come home, my son noticed that th ehouse was dark, and said mom, u shut all the lights off?? You never do. I said yes as not to concern him but no i did not. I remember seeing them on as i drove away from the house.and the cat, he is always staring at the wall, for hours, i mean his face directly facing the wall as if he was in time out. Always in that same hallway by the bathroom.he escorts me everywhere literally. I do not leave a room without him coming with me.well the lights are all pull strings. Impossible.i just turn them back on. But this morning concerned me.
I had come home from picking him up from work and we went to bed around 4 am.(keep in mind i live in an upstairs apartment, so i have a door and then stairs and a door to outside.) As im walking down the hall i notice my door is open. My door to go downstairs!!!! I specifically checked the door before i went to bed, i remember this.i dont mean cracked, or something the cat could have done. The door drags on the carpet when you open it. I think i thought i was seeing things and walked right past it, went in to get my son up, came back and sure enough, my door was literally halfway open and the damn cat was downstairs in the hallway. This one i cannot rationalize. This makes no sense what so ever.this really gets me because i specifically checked the door before i went to bed because i remember squinting to see if i could tell if i had locked the deadbolt, only i couldnt tell because it was dark so i pushed on it with my right hand twice to make sure it was shut twice. I got up and it was open.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Childhood hauntings
By: Charlotte
When my mother was a young child she lived on a farm "Help Ons" (translated from Afrikaans it means "Help Us") in the Free State, South Afica. On that farm they experienced many supernatural phenomena which caused my mother ,as a child, to stammer. The house was a long way from the road and countless times they would see a car or a horse buggy driving down the road towards their house only to disappear once they went outside to meet it. This is one of the milder stories. Every night at about 21:00 a huge ball of red fire would come "flying" from the wind mill, this sounds highly suspicious, I know, but I have heard of similiar sightings across our country. It would would circle the house and return to the mill and disappear. Other "normal" everyday encounters included hearing the sugar being poured out in the kitchen, the next morning nothing odd is found, keys would rattle, footsteps heard in the passages and the windows would rattle and this freaked my mum out to no end and she ended up screaming every night (even today, every now and then we still have to get up to calm her). Nighttime visits included the half-bodied man (his lower half was missing) standing at the foot of the bed leaning over the children watching them until they woke up screaming. My uncle would be waking up with a heavy weight pushing down on his chest and would be paralyzed, the only thing that ever worked to get rid of it was to "pray it away". There was the funny encounter of the time when my mum's sister and her very young son came to visit and he woke everybody with his laughing at the funny "skeleton man" looking at him. But the strangest of all was the following which only happened a couple of times: they would wake up in the morning to see a huge mound of sand somewhere in the field, only to get there and to find a huge hole in the ground where the mound was and the next day nothing odd was there. All of this happened almost 24 years ago, the house no longer exists, it's a barn now. The farm still exists but is no longer held in the family. it would be interesting to know if the new owners experienced the same oddities... Today we are still haunted by various spirits and oddities, might this be a family thing?? We are all aware of the activities, but none of us are as freaked out about it as my mother as she remembers being traumatized as a young girl.
When my mother was a young child she lived on a farm "Help Ons" (translated from Afrikaans it means "Help Us") in the Free State, South Afica. On that farm they experienced many supernatural phenomena which caused my mother ,as a child, to stammer. The house was a long way from the road and countless times they would see a car or a horse buggy driving down the road towards their house only to disappear once they went outside to meet it. This is one of the milder stories. Every night at about 21:00 a huge ball of red fire would come "flying" from the wind mill, this sounds highly suspicious, I know, but I have heard of similiar sightings across our country. It would would circle the house and return to the mill and disappear. Other "normal" everyday encounters included hearing the sugar being poured out in the kitchen, the next morning nothing odd is found, keys would rattle, footsteps heard in the passages and the windows would rattle and this freaked my mum out to no end and she ended up screaming every night (even today, every now and then we still have to get up to calm her). Nighttime visits included the half-bodied man (his lower half was missing) standing at the foot of the bed leaning over the children watching them until they woke up screaming. My uncle would be waking up with a heavy weight pushing down on his chest and would be paralyzed, the only thing that ever worked to get rid of it was to "pray it away". There was the funny encounter of the time when my mum's sister and her very young son came to visit and he woke everybody with his laughing at the funny "skeleton man" looking at him. But the strangest of all was the following which only happened a couple of times: they would wake up in the morning to see a huge mound of sand somewhere in the field, only to get there and to find a huge hole in the ground where the mound was and the next day nothing odd was there. All of this happened almost 24 years ago, the house no longer exists, it's a barn now. The farm still exists but is no longer held in the family. it would be interesting to know if the new owners experienced the same oddities... Today we are still haunted by various spirits and oddities, might this be a family thing?? We are all aware of the activities, but none of us are as freaked out about it as my mother as she remembers being traumatized as a young girl.
One ring to rule the all...calls forth a visit
By: LittleDreamer
"One ring to rule them all...One ring to find them..." This is absolutely true... My twin sister and I have painted the above script from Lord of the Rings around the walls of our room in black paint. We thought, at the time, that it was rather pretty. Little did we know that Sauron's text would call forth a visitor... My mom's friend, Eané Hamm, was a psychic and she came to visit her the one day. They were sitting in the home-office and were chatting when Eané mentioned that something was bothering her in the house. She wanted to investigate and took a walk around the house. As she walked along the passage leading to our room she got some odd feelings and a young dark haired man of about 20 was standing in our room. Apparently he was rather handsome :-) She does not freak out easily so she communicated with him. She asked him who he was and what he was doing there. He never gave his name, but did tell her that he was a drug addict who died because of an over-dose of whatever it was he was on. He told her that "the twins must get rid of the script on the wall," and pointed to the painted ruins, "because it was attracting / drawing dark spirit forces." Also he was watching over us. I have no idea who the young man was or why he was watching over us, but as soon as we got the message we painted the walls and a lot of strange activity ended in our room such as scratches against door and pictures tearing themselves off the wall ... quite odd... Anyway, the young drug-addict's message was clear and after that Eané did not sense him again. Who knows why that young ghost would come to warn us of a line from Lord of the Rings (which obviously was evil coz Sauron wasn't a good guy, hey?) We are still Lord of the Rings fans though :-)
"One ring to rule them all...One ring to find them..." This is absolutely true... My twin sister and I have painted the above script from Lord of the Rings around the walls of our room in black paint. We thought, at the time, that it was rather pretty. Little did we know that Sauron's text would call forth a visitor... My mom's friend, Eané Hamm, was a psychic and she came to visit her the one day. They were sitting in the home-office and were chatting when Eané mentioned that something was bothering her in the house. She wanted to investigate and took a walk around the house. As she walked along the passage leading to our room she got some odd feelings and a young dark haired man of about 20 was standing in our room. Apparently he was rather handsome :-) She does not freak out easily so she communicated with him. She asked him who he was and what he was doing there. He never gave his name, but did tell her that he was a drug addict who died because of an over-dose of whatever it was he was on. He told her that "the twins must get rid of the script on the wall," and pointed to the painted ruins, "because it was attracting / drawing dark spirit forces." Also he was watching over us. I have no idea who the young man was or why he was watching over us, but as soon as we got the message we painted the walls and a lot of strange activity ended in our room such as scratches against door and pictures tearing themselves off the wall ... quite odd... Anyway, the young drug-addict's message was clear and after that Eané did not sense him again. Who knows why that young ghost would come to warn us of a line from Lord of the Rings (which obviously was evil coz Sauron wasn't a good guy, hey?) We are still Lord of the Rings fans though :-)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Ectoplasm
By: Unknown
This photograph was taken with an old-styled Polaroid land camera in 1959 at a location on north Damen Ave. which no longer exists. It shows a real girl standing on the stairs and this strange mist-like substance which seems to be exuding from her stomach region and collecting along the entire stairway. Some parts are translucent while others seem visually opaque. This may be a psychic photograph; in other words ectoplasm being produced by a living person. Externalization of thought.
Additional new information: A recent email from the person in the picture sheds more light on this most unusual picture.
"My parents had bought a real old Mansion that had been turned into a roomy house at that time. The rooming house was located on Damen Ave across the street from Wicker Park in Chicago. There were all kinds of stories about things in that old Mansion. Someone had hung themselves in the basement a long time before we bought the Mansion. The basement had a dirt floor it was so old. The dress I was wearing was found in a old trunk in the basement. It had been left there by a women who did an old vaudeville act. My mother used to let me play with lots of old stuff that I found in that old building. There were secret passages, going from a room to another room. It was a very interesting place to live."
This photograph was taken with an old-styled Polaroid land camera in 1959 at a location on north Damen Ave. which no longer exists. It shows a real girl standing on the stairs and this strange mist-like substance which seems to be exuding from her stomach region and collecting along the entire stairway. Some parts are translucent while others seem visually opaque. This may be a psychic photograph; in other words ectoplasm being produced by a living person. Externalization of thought.Additional new information: A recent email from the person in the picture sheds more light on this most unusual picture.
"My parents had bought a real old Mansion that had been turned into a roomy house at that time. The rooming house was located on Damen Ave across the street from Wicker Park in Chicago. There were all kinds of stories about things in that old Mansion. Someone had hung themselves in the basement a long time before we bought the Mansion. The basement had a dirt floor it was so old. The dress I was wearing was found in a old trunk in the basement. It had been left there by a women who did an old vaudeville act. My mother used to let me play with lots of old stuff that I found in that old building. There were secret passages, going from a room to another room. It was a very interesting place to live."
Japanese Graveyard Ghost
By: Unknown
This picture was taken in Seto-City, Aichi prefecture. It looks like the upper body and face floating directly above a tombstone. This picture was taken by Mr. Mizuno in September of 1985. The new construction site to the left of the picture was once part of the graveyard on the right and perhaps some angry spirit was unhappy about having his earthly remains disturbed. It is now believed to simply be a trick of the eye, as it looks remarkably similar in both color and texture to other nearby tombstones in the area.
This picture was taken in Seto-City, Aichi prefecture. It looks like the upper body and face floating directly above a tombstone. This picture was taken by Mr. Mizuno in September of 1985. The new construction site to the left of the picture was once part of the graveyard on the right and perhaps some angry spirit was unhappy about having his earthly remains disturbed. It is now believed to simply be a trick of the eye, as it looks remarkably similar in both color and texture to other nearby tombstones in the area.
Condemed Building
By: Unknown
When I was 24 I moved into an apartment with my boyfriend. He had signed a lease for this place without me looking at it. It's a place I would have never picked. This building had 16 apartments and only one on the first floor was occupied. The landlord told us that the building had been condemed at one time and that he was fixing up the apartments one by one.
My boyfriend and I fixed up the place, we tore up the carpet and painted all the rooms. It was clean and liveable, but not much more. We'd lived there for a month or two, when my boyfriend had to leave for two weeks to report for duty with the National Guard. I was left alone.
One afternoon I jumped in the shower and my boyfriend had put a can of shaving cream on the side of the tub. While shaving my legs I accidentally knocked the can off onto the old marble floor. I heard the can roll across and hit the wall. I thought nothing of it and went about my business. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel. When I stepped out, I looked down and that can was sitting upright in the middle of the doorway. Funny thing about that is that there is a small raised piece of marble that it would have had to roll up? Didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't figure out how it got there, but I didn't think too much of it.
The next day I was getting ready to go into my apartment and looked down the hall I could see a light on underneath the door of another apartment. I knew no one lived there. It being broad daylight, I wasn't too afraid. I walked down and the door was unlocked. I walked in and the place was disgusting. In the bathroom someone had taken red paint and wiped it all over the walls and mirror, there were old clothes thrown all over the floor and I found a box of old albums.
I started to dig through the box to see if there were any worth keeping. I came across one that had writing all over it. I started to read through it and it said things like, "He's watching me I can feel it." "He's going to kill me, I have to hide from his eyes." Just a lot of strange things most didn't make any sense at all. This was a little too weird for me.
I left to go for a bike ride. I came back and got in the shower, I was sitting there looking at that can thinking, "What if I knocked that off and opened the curtain and it was sitting in that same place." So I knocked it off, heard it roll, finished my shower. When I opened the curtain I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There it sat upright in the same place. Maybe this was all coincidence, but it really freaked me out, the whole place, those other apartments. I put on my clothes and left, no make up, didn't even dry my hair. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I never saw or heard anything else, but I moved out within a month.
When I was 24 I moved into an apartment with my boyfriend. He had signed a lease for this place without me looking at it. It's a place I would have never picked. This building had 16 apartments and only one on the first floor was occupied. The landlord told us that the building had been condemed at one time and that he was fixing up the apartments one by one.
My boyfriend and I fixed up the place, we tore up the carpet and painted all the rooms. It was clean and liveable, but not much more. We'd lived there for a month or two, when my boyfriend had to leave for two weeks to report for duty with the National Guard. I was left alone.
One afternoon I jumped in the shower and my boyfriend had put a can of shaving cream on the side of the tub. While shaving my legs I accidentally knocked the can off onto the old marble floor. I heard the can roll across and hit the wall. I thought nothing of it and went about my business. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel. When I stepped out, I looked down and that can was sitting upright in the middle of the doorway. Funny thing about that is that there is a small raised piece of marble that it would have had to roll up? Didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't figure out how it got there, but I didn't think too much of it.
The next day I was getting ready to go into my apartment and looked down the hall I could see a light on underneath the door of another apartment. I knew no one lived there. It being broad daylight, I wasn't too afraid. I walked down and the door was unlocked. I walked in and the place was disgusting. In the bathroom someone had taken red paint and wiped it all over the walls and mirror, there were old clothes thrown all over the floor and I found a box of old albums.
I started to dig through the box to see if there were any worth keeping. I came across one that had writing all over it. I started to read through it and it said things like, "He's watching me I can feel it." "He's going to kill me, I have to hide from his eyes." Just a lot of strange things most didn't make any sense at all. This was a little too weird for me.
I left to go for a bike ride. I came back and got in the shower, I was sitting there looking at that can thinking, "What if I knocked that off and opened the curtain and it was sitting in that same place." So I knocked it off, heard it roll, finished my shower. When I opened the curtain I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There it sat upright in the same place. Maybe this was all coincidence, but it really freaked me out, the whole place, those other apartments. I put on my clothes and left, no make up, didn't even dry my hair. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I never saw or heard anything else, but I moved out within a month.
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