tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31133189972950050902024-02-19T17:12:47.570-08:00lil Queenie's Paranormal PlayhouseMy (Almost) Daily Blog For All Things Scary, Spooky Or Downright CREEPY!!Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-10693323862319173622013-09-14T18:48:00.000-07:002013-09-14T18:48:09.963-07:00Trippy Tales # 80..."Lurking In The Shadows"<div id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378223727671_6780" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">
<i style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Is the "Hat Man" (aka) the "Shadow Man" real? Or just a mass delusion of our imagination? Many people swear they've seen him lurking in the shadows, giving off an intense feeling of doom & dread. Such as the reader below...This story comes from Andrea Witon Paulo, who claims to have had more than one experience with this mysterious being...</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">His outfit consisted of a long trench coat, gloves, dress pants, and a top hat that was pulled down over his eyes. As soon as I saw him, a feeling of intense fear came over me and I had the overwhelming urge to wake up. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Normally, I'm able to wake up from my nightmares easily, but in this one, it took every bit of energy I had. It was as if every cell in my body was being pulled down by the force of gravity. As if something was trying to pull me back into the nightmare. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I struggled up to what felt like the surface of the ocean, and when I broke that surface, I was awake. However, the fight wasn't over yet. As soon as I was back in the physical world, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't move. I started freaking out. Inside, I was screaming and crying out for help. I'm not religious, but believe me, I was praying my heart out. I couldn't even open my eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Then, I felt something. It was like a tug. There isn't really any other way to describe it, other than <i>it felt like something was trying to pull out my soul!</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I resisted as best I could, but the effort from waking had drained all my strength. I was sucked back into the dream. Only this time, the dream was different...</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> I found myself in a small room. The man was there, standing between a counter and a huge bookshelf, both cluttered with unidentifiable objects. He was holding something in his hands. It looked like a crystal ball with a mysterious fog trapped inside of it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The fog swirled and churned, as if it were trying to escape. The man looked up and placed the ball down. He took a few gliding steps forward so that he was in front of the right side of the counter, from my perspective. He took another step closer to me, then said, "Welcome back, Andrea," and grinned. That was probably the scariest moment of my life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">His voice is hard to describe. It was very silky and dark, but had an alluring quality to it as well. I felt like a deer in headlights; unable to move or think. All I could do was stand perplexed, frozen, as he drifted closer and closer. Then I heard something...</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I'm not sure if it was my own mind, or some entity that wanted to save me, but it was screaming,<i> "Get out of there, NOW!"</i> The voice snapped me out of whatever trance I was in, and I was able to close my eyes and focus all my willpower to waking up and getting as far away from him as possible. Just before I left that little room, I opened my eyes and saw the man lunge for me. "No!" he yelled. It sounded like a command full of rage and hatred. He was too late. I already felt myself rising to my conscience body...</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> I woke from the nightmare, but I was still unable to move. I panicked again and was afraid I would be sucked back in. However, this time, I was so freaked out that my adrenaline rush enabled me to move enough to open my eyes and barely roll over to turn the lamp next to my bed on. As soon as light flooded the room, the heaviness faded from my body as well as the tense atmosphere. I lay in my bed soaked in sweat, panting, shivering, and tingling all over. I was happy though. I knew I had beaten him. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">That was my first encounter with him. It was pretty freaky... I even told my mom about it the next morning, but she said it was just a dream. "</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">But <i>was it</i> "just a dream?" Stay tuned as we delve further in to this strange, yet, extremely common phenomena.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">you might wanna consider investing in a night light! ;)</span></span></div>
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Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-34689044645016781462013-08-13T19:15:00.000-07:002013-08-13T19:23:09.227-07:00TRIPPY TALES #79..."THE GRINNING BOY"<div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-decoration: inherit;">
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<span style="text-decoration: inherit;"><b>"My husband and I are newlyweds. We got married on May 2, 2009. We are both in our early 20s and we live in New York City. We did a thorough search and finally settled into our two-story loft apartment. We got a great deal on the place and I fell in love with the old-fashioned chandeliers and big windows.</b></span></div>
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<b>We had only lived here about a month, though, when I began to notice strange occurrences. John, my husband, works long hours and I am currently unemployed, so I spend a lot of time alone. It is becoming apparent that I am not quite all that alone in this big empty house.</b></div>
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<b>When we moved in, we noticed what seemed to be extra latches on all the doors (bathroom door, bedroom, even crawl-space doors) and nails in the windows so that we could not open them. One day when John and I came home from being away all day, we noticed that the window by our bed was shattered. Furious that someone outside had thrown a ball through it, we searched the room but came up with nothing.</b></div>
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<b>Later that night, when we had gone to bed, there was a sudden "SMASH<i>!"</i> John and I bolted upright, and to our disbelief, the cracked window had opened all by itself! The rest of the glass that remained in the window previously had fallen out when it banged open again. We cleaned up the glass and taped clear plastic over the window for the time being.</b></div>
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<b>These occurrences seem to happen more frequently when John isn't home: an extra step on the stairs behind me when I've finished walking down them, doors rattling and trying to break free of their extra latches, loud dragging noises in the crawl spaces, sounds of people stomping around in the very room I happen to be sitting in (and of course seeing nobody there!), loud banging noises in the walls when I'm trying to nap, doors flying open by themselves when they aren't latched.</b></div>
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<b>Just yesterday, when I had gone to bed early and John was still at work, I heard heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. Assuming it was John, I wasn't alarmed and listened to the footsteps move from the stairs into the hallway and stop outside my door. I waited for him to come in for about five minutes, and when he didn't I got up and peeked out. There was nobody there.</b></div>
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<b>Earlier today as I was folding laundry and putting it away, I heard those same footsteps coming up the stairs, move into the hallway and stop outside my door. Instinctively, I looked up to my open doorway and, of course, nobody was there. But what I saw next sent me into shock...</b></div>
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<b>Down the hall, there's a window that looks out over the street. As clear as day, I saw a grinning boy staring at me through the window! I screamed and the boy continued staring, his evil little grin filled with utter malice. Quickly, I jumped up and slammed the door, bolting it. I hid in my room until John came home and I hysterically told him what I'd seen. We went to the window and looked down...<i> the window is on the third floor up</i> and there's just <i>no way</i> anyone could have been standing or sitting just beyond the glass!</b></div>
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<b>John is staying home with me tomorrow and we're going to start looking for new apartments! I think the evil of this house can sense that I know it's there and therefore, targets me. But I am so emotionally disturbed I cannot sleep at night! I fear this house <i>so much</i> and cannot <i>wait</i> to leave!"</b><br />
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<b>Thanks for visiting the playhouse! Check back tomorrow for a brand new blog!</b></div>
Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-68541002288650043902013-05-18T10:12:00.000-07:002013-05-18T10:12:03.027-07:00Trippy Tales #78...More Terrifying Tells To Make You Yell!<div style="text-align: center;">
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It was a Saturday morning, around 7am, and I was the first one to wake up. I walked to the living room, sat down on the couch and put on the TV. The rest of my family was still asleep and I knew that they would not wake up until 9am or something.</div>
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While watching a cartoon, I got this strange feeling that I had to look to my left. Now, we had this corner couch and I was sitting all the way to the right, and when I looked to the left, I saw a face disappear behind the backrest!</div>
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<i>I actually saw a face, that was looking and smiling at me, disappear behind the couch. </i><br />
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I remember that I didn't get too scared, just a bit shocked. I was just sitting there, not moving and just looking at the empty place where I had seen the face. After maybe a few minutes, I stood up and walked slowly to the back of the couch, but when I got there...nothing. I was alone in the living room.</div>
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I know that this was not a dream and I know that this face didn't belong to any of my family members because I didn't hear any footsteps and no crackings on the floors and... Nobody in my family is bald... </div>
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This memory has been following me ever since and I'm still wondering what or who it could have been.</div>
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My mom has told me that when I was around 5, she could hear me talking to somebody in my room. She slowly walked to my room and looked inside. She saw me talking and looking at something that was not there. It looks like I have had imaginary friends, so maybe this bald face was one of them.</div>
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<i><b>"When I was nearly 6, I had just come home from school and had gone upstairs to get changed... </b></i></div>
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When I was finished I had just come out of my bedroom and I had heard this voice saying "step over the body". I thought this was strange because I had been hearing voices like that for a while saying "Be careful" and "Don't fall down" and other things like that.</div>
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The voice was quite blurry but I made out what it said. I didn't really understand what it meant until I got to the stair case and pulled my leg out to step on the top stair. Then I felt something hard like there was a person or box and then I tripped over it.I fell down the stairs and broke my leg but as I looked up, there was nothing on the stairs or the landing I could have fallen or tripped on.</div>
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Since then, I step over the last step, even if someone is in front of me I step over it, coming up or going down. Fortunately a few years ago I moved house. Unfortunately the same incident happened but without the voices and since then I still step over the top step.</div>
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Recently, I told some of my friends in senior/high school the story. They just laughed but I don't want to tell my teachers because they might just think I'm mad. I didn't tell my parents, I just told them I lost balance and I'm a bit scared that something will happen to me again.</div>
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A similar incident happened to my cousin in the same house and some of my friends said that they felt someone was watching them. My mam said she felt it get colder. I did a background check on my family and apparently, one of my great great great great grand-parents had died on the top stair in a really big house, but not in the house that I'm in now."<br />
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Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-19280605593281817372013-04-07T16:49:00.002-07:002013-05-17T16:22:52.394-07:00Trippy Tales #77..."The Thing In The Dark"<br />
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<i style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">"This incident took place when I was 8 years old in 2001. I am 16 now, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. I had lived in that house for all of my life. It wasn't until after my parents decided to open up the attic that weird things started to happen...</span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I would see shadow people, as you would say, but whenever I told my mom about them, she would just say it was my imagination... so that's what I would tell myself, that it was just my imagination.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Well, one night I was 100 percent positive I could not have imagined a creature like that. Every night since I was little, I would always wake up in the middle of the night (usually around 3), then just fall back asleep. One night I woke up, but I woke up with something staring at me. It was about 3 to 4 feet tall, it had a huge head with a tiny white "eye" in the middle. My room was dark, but the creature's body was so dark that I could perfectly see the outline of it in the dark.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">My first reaction was literally... "What?!" I just stared at it because I didn't know what it was. I was just curious. My mother told me it was just my imagination, so I pretended I was asleep and turned over to turn on the light. (The light switch for the closet light was right next to my bed.) I turned over to see what it was. When I looked, there was nothing there, so I tried to figure out what it was. Maybe a stack of clothing... but there was nothing there. Maybe a shadow of some sort... but my curtains were closed and there couldn't possibly be anything that could have made the shadow. So in the end, I just fell asleep.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The next night, I slept with the lights off because I forgot the previous incident. I went to bed and again woke up around the same time. I saw "it" again! This time it was standing right next to the light switch. I was stubborn: I told myself that I was going to prove to myself that this was just my imagination. I sat up in bed and put my legs over the edge of the bed. As I got up, the creature tilted its head and looked up at me as I looked down at it. My thoughts went blank. My head was empty. I felt no fear, nothing... just emptiness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Then my hand moved up to turn on the light, and as I turned the lights on, it vanished before my eyes in a purple smoke. This is when I started to think it was not all just in my head.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The next night, I woke up at the same time again. When I opened my eyes, I saw two of those little creatures! One was standing on my sister's bed and the other was standing between our beds. The one on my sister's bed just stared at me; it literally looked like it was pissed off at me. The other one was walking around looking at me, then turning to my sister, then looking at me again, and turning to her again... it did this repeatedly. Then it started lightly tapping the top of my sis's bed. It wasn't hard, though, so she didn't wake up. It looked like they where trying to choose between me and my sister, and it seemed to have liked her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">At this point I'm like, "What do I do?" The next thing I knew, I acted like I was sleeping, then quickly turned over, turned on the light and ran out my room without looking back. I just ran straight to my parents' room. I woke up my mom and told her there were things in my room. She didn't believe me and just said it was my imagination.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">She took me back to my room, put me in my sister's bed, turned off the lights and closed the door... and just left me there. I did not sleep at all that night. I just lay there in bed wide awake, staring at my room, wondering if they were going to come back or not. <i>I was</i> <i>so petrified!</i> I didn't fall asleep until the sun came out! Since that day, I have not fallen asleep in a dark room by myself. The only way I can sleep in a dark room is if someone is awake next to me.</span></span></div>
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Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-83835348265120059542013-02-16T19:51:00.002-08:002013-02-16T19:52:37.020-08:00Trippy Tales # 76..."The Hinsdale Haunting"<br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">In 1970, Clara and Phil Dandy moved in to a century-old farmhouse in Hinsdale, New York, leaving the chaos of city life behind. Shortly after, their son Mike befriends some local boys. They decided to explore the nearby woods one day and encounter something unexpected. Upon spotting a hunter, they begin to follow him until he mysteriously disappeared right before their eyes sending the boys running from the forest. This would be the beginning of a stressful four years.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">A couple of weeks later, Clara walked the family dog in the very same woods and heard strange chanting. One night, board games were pulled off a shelf on to Mike's bed waking him from a deep sleep. They also experienced mysterious burns on their bodies, bricks pulled from a crawlspace chimney dismantled and placed in the middle of the room, a female spirit spotted wandering the house and witnessed "energy orbs". All these experiences led the Dandy's to contact Rev. Alphonsus Trabold from nearby St. Bonaventure University to rid themselves of the haunting in 1974.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">After a few phone calls, Rev. Trabold arrived at the house with psychic Alex Tanous. Tanous relays to the Dandy's that the house was a stop on the stagecoach route. Tells them he saw several bodies in the crawl space of travelers who were robbed and killed or died of natural causes. Claimed he sensed seven spirits under those stairs. Several days after the visit, Mike had a car accident suffering a ruptured spleen and head injuries. He told state troopers someone was in the car with him but no trace of another person was ever found.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">After Mike recovered from his injuries, Rev. Trabold and Alex Tanous made another visit. Tanous contacted the spirits haunting the property telling them to move on. Then, Father Al and the family joined together and performed a "common exorcism", an exorcism of a house or object. The ritual brought peace to the family and calmed the paranormal activity...for a few months. After the activity returned, the family decided to move out. They couldn't find a buyer and had to declare bankruptcy, but managed to leave for California in 1975.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">Clara later penned a book about their experiences entitled </span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20.796875px;">Echoes of a Haunting (A House in The Country). </span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">The house has also been the subject of a docudrama and featured on an episode of the Discovery Channel's </span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20.796875px;">A Haunting</span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">. The famed house on McMahon Road has made a jump back in to recent news.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20.796875px;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">Current owners</span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20.796875px;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">Florence and Joseph Misnik have lived in the house since 1986. Their experiences have not compared to that of the Dandy's. Flo saw a man in blue jeans with a rifle in their bedroom. They have often heard the sounds of a phantom car in their driveway and smelled cigar smoke even though neither smokes.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;">Now in their 80s, the subject of the structures future is in question. Michael Rambacher, a friend of the Misniks and medium/paranormal investigator, is in the process of trying to acquire the house from them in order to establish a paranormal research centre. Rambacher is in the process of trying to raise enough money to pay off their mortgage and make necessary repairs to the dwelling. He hopes the couple will then donate the house and land to paranormal research with the assurances they can remain on the property until their deaths. The Misniks believe the house has a lot of history and don't want it to disappear in to ruins.</span></span></span></div>
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Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-47900878001960763492012-12-04T19:10:00.003-08:002012-12-06T08:10:23.075-08:00Trippy Tales #75..."Screamin' Demons!"<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">BY WILLIAM T.</span></h2>
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<b><i>"Three years ago, I wrote a book about a ghost. I scrapped it soon after. Here's why...</i></b><br />
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</b><b>A week after I finished -- six days, to be exact -- the noises
started. I make a meager living, so my apartment is small, but the
noises always seemed to be in the room I wasn't in.</b><br />
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</b><b>One day I decided to try and catch whatever it was, as I thought I
had rats or something, but every time I ran into the room, I found
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scuffling noise. Now here's were it gets scary. I opened my eyes and saw
a guy scuffling around on my floor on all fours! To this day I get
chills from the image. It was unatural, like he had no bones.</b><br />
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</b><b>Now I'm not a guy who get's paralysed when I'm scared, but <i>I freaked
out!</i> I screamed and immediately regretted it when it looked at me. Its
face was like a child's face on a man's body! I am ashamed to say, I
pulled my covers over my head like a pathetic child. And thankfully, when I removed
them... it was gone.</b><br />
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</b><b>The next day, I promptly called a man (I won't give his name) who was
supposedly an expert in this. He told me that despite my theory (I
thought it was a poltergeist) that it was not a ghost at all. It was, in
fact -- and this part chills me -- a<i> demon.</i> He said it fit the
description of a demon he referred to as <i>"Babyface."</i></b><br />
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</b><b>I moved out a week and a half later and haven't been bothered since...but I still remember it<i> every time</i> I hear an unidentified noise."</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">BY JBOYBROWN</span></h2>
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<i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> "This happened in Hollywood, California in 2004 or 2005. I was about 6 or
7 and a scared-of-my-own-shadow type of boy...</span></span></span></i></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> I <span style="font-size: small;">was </span>raised in a
Christian family and have always had a personal experience with God. I
know that God is real, which also means that Satan is real. Meaning that
demons have to be real. I would always sleep in my room at my grandma's house along with my
grandpa. We slept on opposite sides of the room with a chair and lamp
between us...</span></span></span></h2>
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<b>One night, after having said my prayers, I went to sleep. I woke up
in the middle of the night because the lamp was on. I looked up and saw
what I at first thought to be my grandpa sitting in the chair.</b><br />
<b>
</b><b> </b><br />
<b>Boy, was I wrong! This "person" was holding a book that was covering
his face. He was dressed all in black and his hands were a waxy shade of
gray. I thought it odd for my grandpa to be up reading at such a late
hour. So I said, "Grandpa, why are you reading so late?" I got no
answer.</b><br />
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</b><b>The book slowly lowered and... I will never forget what he looked
like...</b><br />
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<b> His eye sockets were sunken in at least three inches. His eyes
were completely black as was his mouth. As I recall, he had veins from
his lower lip to his neck. They were black as well.</b><br />
<b>
</b><b> </b><br />
<b>Instantly, I was paralyzed with fear. I did not know <i>what </i>to do! </b><br />
<br />
<b>He
opened his mouth and spoke, but it wasn't English. It sounded middle eastern. I cried softly, gathered up the courage to jump down
and into my grandpa's bed. I then said softly, "Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus..." and when I looked up there was nothing there.</b><br />
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</b><b> </b><br />
<b>I don't know <i>what</i> it was, but I know<i> it was real!</i></b><i>"</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Demo<span style="font-size: large;">n</span> From The Closet"</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By Sarah</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"I am still
creeped out to this day<span style="font-size: small;">!</span> This happened in Las Cruces, New Mexico back in
1999. I was 14, but the memory is still so vivid... </span></b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My family (one
brother, mom, dad) lived in a small, three-bedroom house. I was in my
room curling my hair when in the reflection of my bureau mirror I saw
what appeared to be my brother come out of my closet, and his face was
pale. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He was was wearing longjohns and his mouth was wide open as he
crept along the wall. I yelled at him to get out of my room, as we had
fought over this before. I put the curling iron down (taking my eyes off
the mirror for one brief moment) and I went to ask my mom and dad to
keep him out of my room.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Much to my
surprise and horror, my brother was actually watching TV on the couch
with them in regular clothes. I instantly started crying hysterically. I
managed to mutter out what had happened to my parents, but I was
inconsolable.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> My mom looked at me calmly (almost like it wasn't her) and
said, "Ignore it. If it knows it's getting to you, worse will come."
Those words stick in my mind and are repulsing to me to this day. I wish
never again, to have an experience like that!"</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">~Queenie~</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">!!HAPPY HALLOWEEN KIDDIES!!</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"HAUNTED TRAILER"</span></span></b></div>
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(BY 8FIREFAE @ about.com/your true tales)</div>
"This happened in 2003 when my family was living in a trailer home in
Charlottesville, Virginia. We were renting the place. It was small with
only two bedrooms, but the living room and kitchen were big, so it was
okay. My mattress was placed on the floor because my bedframe had broken
when we had moved.<br />
Over the next two years, I would hear snippets of weird
conversations, as if someone were rewinding a cassette tape while
listening to it. I always brushed it off as someone walking by outside
whispering to each other. Some nights I would wake up from a sound sleep
and think that I had seen someone darting into my walk-in closet,
sitting on my dresser or running past my door when I knew that my dad
and mom were at work and that my siblings were over a friend's houses or
even asleep next to me. I hid under my covers when that kind of stuff
happened, telling myself that I was hallucinating.<br />
It was one night when I was home alone and had gone to bed that
really made me realize that I wasn't dreaming this stuff up. I went to
bed that night and curled up under the covers. I woke up because I had
to go to the bathroom when I suddenly felt someone hold me down. I was
suddenly paralyzed and I couldn't open my eyes. I tried to open my mouth
and scream, but I couldn't. I could hear the air whooshing around my
head really, really fast. My blankets waved in it. Through my closed
eyes were bright red, blue and green lights that whizzed with the air. I
kept thinking to myself to move, that if only I could move a finger or a
toe that I could get up and run. I tried for what seemed like forever
and I started to cry.<br />
Finally I was able to twitch a finger and everything just stopped. My
eyes popped open and I pushed myself to my knees and looked around. It
was just my room. My fan was off. I could see my blankets in the hallway
through the open door that I had closed before going to bed, and drawer
was on the dresser built into the wall with the closet. I got up to get
my blankets and couldn't find my pillow. When I turned to look in my
room for it, the drawer slammed shut on its own. I slammed the door to
the bedroom and took my blankets to the couch. I was so terrified that I
refused to go into that room alone. I slept on the couch until we
moved to an apartment complex.<br />
Even in the living room, weird stuff would happen, like the car keys
being lifted up from their place by the door and the sound of someone
running down the empty hallway in the middle of the night. I was so
afraid of going to bed in that place that I ended up sleeping in the day
and staying up all night, pretending I didn't see or hear anything.<br />
I had never been so glad to move away from a place as when we moved
from there. My family experienced the floating keys and the running down
the hall but, I never told them about the thing that happened when I
was alone in the room. Even now, I want to cry when I remember that
terrifying experience!"<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"CREEPY CHILDHOOD HOME"</span></b></span></div>
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(By Robert @ about.com/your true tales)</div>
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"I grew up in an old house in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was a
three-story home built around 1880, about 15 years after the American
Civil War ended. A lot of unexplainable things have happened to me while
I lived there, but nothing was enough to make me want to move out.<br />
I always believed this house was haunted. I've experienced: hearing
footsteps ascending the stairs, stopping in front on my bedroom door;
something unseen pulling on my hair; seeing a cat in the house when I
didn't own a cat; doorknobs jiggling on their own; both of my front
windows shattering for no reason at the same time; seeing a two-foot
dark figure run across the floor and vanish behind a recliner; and
having a blanket yanked off of me while I was sleeping.<br />
These things I shrugged off as either seeing or feeling things that
weren't there, and with some of them, I was satisfied with my own
explanations, like maybe a variance in temperature could have broken the
windows or the blanket could have slid off me through the course of
sleeping and I may have mistaken it for being yanked off of me, etc.<br />
But there are two stories that stick out in my mind as being the creepiest.<br />
Ever since I can remember, I've always heard noises in one of the
closets in my room. Not just random noises, but particularly loud
banging. Sometimes it would even wake me up. Because of that, I never
used that closet for anything but storage.<br />
Occasionally, I'd get up and open the closet door in an effort to put
my mind at ease, in hopes of finding the cause. I never did find out.
The only thing I could compare it to would be that it sounds like
someone was inside the closet and banging on the door to get out.<br />
Eventually, I resorted to not using the closet at all and I reversed
the door knob. The knob only had a lock on one side and I put the lock
on the inside of the closet, and then I locked it. The only way the
closet could be opened was either with a screwdriver from the outside,
or it can be unlocked normally from the inside.<br />
One night during the summer of 1984, I went to bed as normal, but
when I woke up the following morning, I noticed my bedroom door was
open. I thought it was peculiar because I always lock my bedroom door,
plus it was summertime and I had the air conditioner running.<br />
While I was trying to convince myself that I accidentally left the
bedroom door open, I noticed that the closet door was wide open. My jaw
hit the floor! There was no way that anyone could've unlocked the closet
door because it was locked from the inside. I could only conclude that
something was in the closet, unlocked the door, opened it and walked
around my bed while I was sleeping, and opened the bedroom door and left
the room.<br />
Ever since then, the noises in that closet have ceased, and I put a desk in front of it.<br />
In the summer of 1999, I moved into my parents' house because I had
two surgeries and needed help doing things until I recovered. My parents
are the kind of people that were always arguing. There was a lot of
negative energy in that house and it was the main reason I had moved out
several years prior.<br />
During this time, my parents were discussing getting a divorce, which
I believed would probably be in the best interest for both of them. It
was obvious they had grown to hate each other.<br />
I'm a night owl, and every night around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., I would
here my parents argue about various topics, and would usually end up
with one of them getting up to sleep in the spare bedroom. This spare
bedroom had a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball which was
put there by my brother during one of his temper tantrums and had never
been repaired. The hole went completely through the wall, from the
hallway into the bedroom.<br />
One night, I heard them arguing and realized I needed to use the
bathroom. I decided to wait until the argument was over. After
everything had settled down, I went to the bathroom. While I was in
there, I heard crying. Actually, it was more like sobbing or weeping,
with some whimpering and moaning. It sounded kind of creepy really,
almost painful.
I finished my business and left the bathroom. As I walked down the
hallway in complete darkness (because the hallway light was broken), I
had to pass by the spare bedroom, so I paused for a few moments at the
hole in the wall, and I heard the crying coming from inside the room. I
continued on, and went to bed and didn't think much else about it.<br />
The next day, I went downstairs for breakfast and asked my mom who
stayed in the spare bedroom last night. She said no one had, and asked
why. I told her I heard someone in the spare bedroom crying and said it
was neither of them. The discussion went on for a few more minutes and
she insisted it wasn't them. It was at that moment the chills went down
my back and I was having flashbacks of the scary experiences I had in
the house when I was younger.<br />
About two weeks later, I went downstairs in the middle of the night
to use the bathroom. While in there, I once again heard the crying.
Every hair on my arms and legs stood straight up. Now I was really
scared. I finished my business and was somewhat relieved that the door
was shut but at the same time I was terrified to leave the bathroom to
go back to my bedroom because I knew I had to walk by the hole in the
wall.<br />
It took me about 30 minutes to muster up the courage to come out of
the bathroom. The whole time, the crying was persistent. I ran down the
hallway in partial darkness, ducked below the hole in the wall, and ran
up the flight of stairs to my bedroom, the whole time feeling like
something was behind me, and slammed my door shut and locked it.<br />
The next morning I asked my mother about it and again she said no one
stayed in the room. I suppose it's kind of silly of me to have acted
that way, but if any of you have seen and heard and felt some of things
that I've experienced in that house in my youth, you may have done the
same.<br />
I now live on the other side of the country with a family of my own
and have absolutely no odd occurrences. But my family still owns the
house, and one day, after my parents pass, I will own the house...though I'm not
quite sure what I'm going to do with it...?"<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">~Queenie~</span></span></b></div>
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Halloween is creepin' right up on us kiddies!</div>
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And in honor of the delightful night of fright, I'm servin' up a ghoulish brew of venomous videos to keep you up at night!<br />
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I hope you enjoy part one of my Halloween Horror Series!<br />
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<br />Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-84967798748457843792012-09-05T20:14:00.000-07:002012-09-05T20:14:23.968-07:00Trippy Tales #72....Kids' Creepy Experiences With Things That Go Boo In The Night!<br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: black;">Baby-Stealing Werewolf</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">(By Loopycute at about.com)</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">"What I'm going to tell you has never been told by me to anybody, with the exception of my mother because I still I believe whatever I saw might come to hunt me.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Forty-five years ago, I was living in Poza Rica, Veracruz, Mexico with my family. I was 4 years old at the time. I remember that it was during summer time because we had just come back from our vacation.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">When we came back to our neighborhood, one of the neighbors told my mom that she lost her baby boy and that it was the third tragedy around that colony within the month. I recalled my mom telling my dad that night that she was very scared and wanted us to move as soon as possible. My dad told her that we would.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">When she was done talking to him, she called me and my brother and gave us instructions to not go outside after dark, no matter what!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">About two nights later, we were celebrating my brother's birthday, and after the celebration my mom cleaned the house and put us to sleep. Sometime that night I woke up to drink water, and I noticed that it was really bright inside the kitchen because the moonlight was very bright coming through the window above the kitchen sink.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I was too small to get a cup from the cupboards, so I pulled a chair from our dinning table and put it right in front of the sink. At that moment, I happened to look into my neighbor's house across from our home and noticed that there was someone or something very big in front of their door... and it seemed to be holding something.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">When I got closer to the window to see what it was holding, I realized that whatever it was standing there was taller than the door. It had pointed ears and had no clothing on. When I saw the ears, I jumped and my chair made a loud noise. The thing turned and looked at me -- and I saw its face!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">It looked like a police dog with bright red eyes on two legs, and what it was holding was a baby! I got off the chair, ran to the room to my baby brother's bed and held him for a long time. I was so scared that I thought whatever I saw was going to come through the door and take us away.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The next morning, we went to church, and our neighbor told my parents that her friend across from our home lost her child the night before and that nobody knew how it had happened. When I heard that, I started crying. My mom asked me what was wrong with me and I told her what I had seen. She told me that we would be moving sooner and to never to tell anybody what I saw. And I haven't... until now.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">From then on, I have this nightmare once in a while. I see myself as a kid walking and being chased by the beast that I saw.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Years later, When I was 25 years old, I went to the fair and entered the tent of a fortune telling woman. She held my hand and told me a few things that were happening to me at the time. Suddenly she pushed my hand away and told me to go away. When I asked her why, she said that I had a shadow and that sooner or later it was going to find me. It was a very dark, mean thing looking for me.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I asked her to help me, but she shook her head and said, "No, baby. He won't hurt you. He would hurt whoever is around you and whoever tries to help you. So please go!"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Until now, I have my dark moments when I'm always looking around for any strangers coming toward me. I try to avoid the woods, which the fortune telling woman told me to do. This really happened to me."</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Little Green Trolls</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"></div><h2 style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">(BY ROB TAYLOR at about.com)</span></span></h2><br />
<div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">"This happened when I was about eight or nine years old. My twin brother and I shared our bedroom, two seperate twins beds. On a few nights we would both be awakened to five or six green glowing men, what I can only decribe as trolls.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">They where on top of our tall dreeser across the room. They were maybe four or five inches tall. They were walking on top of the dresser with tools in their hands: hammers, etc. Crude looking hammers. Their clothing also crude and dishelvled.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">They would walk back and forth as though they were doing work with their equipment, not caring that my brother and I were both lying there staring at them in amazement. They would make gruff noise and continued to work on top of the dresser.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">This would happen for, I quess, a minute or so until they would one by one walk away in a line -- not through the wall, but they would just dissapear before they actually came in contact with the wall.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">This happened over 30 years ago. I actually forgot about it until I happened to mention it to my wife. She obviously didn't believe me, so I asked my twin brother if he remembers strange things that would happen in our old bedroom when we were little. He without hesitation said to me, "You mean those little green suckers that would make all that noise at night? Yeah, I remember that!"</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: black;">The Cloudy Ghost</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">(<span style="font-size: 14px; text-decoration: inherit;">BY XENIA B. at about.com)</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">"When I was 12 years old in 2004, my family and I moved into a mobile home in a little town called Alvin, Texas, near Houston. One evening while doing my chores, I was washing clothes in the laundry room. The dryer buzzed, meaning the clothes were ready. I got my basket to go take them out to fold.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I was getting ready to go into the bedroom to fold the clothes, but right when I was about to walk in, I froze in shock. The hair from my toes all the way on top of my head stood. At the foot of my bed on the floor sat a figure, his knees to his chest, all white. He turned to look at me, but he had no face; it was all blank.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I guess I scared him as much as he scared me, because as soon as he saw me, he stood up and ran into my closet to hide. It was a very weird but amazing thing to see. If I had to describe him, it was like seeing a human, arms, legs, head, but all white, like a cloud. No features, just white.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">A few nights after that, I had been lying in bed waiting for my mother to get home (she worked late nights). But I liked waiting up for her. I had my bedroom door open and I was staring into the hall. It was about 2 in the morning.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">All of a sudden, I heard someone moving the dishes around in the kitchen. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was my older brother. It got silent again, then out of nowhere I heard <em style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;">thump, thump, thump</em>... someone was running from the kitchen to the living room.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I threw my covers off and quickly ran to the kitchen and yelled, "Manuel," calling my brother's name. But there was no one there. I went to check on my brother and he was knocked out, fast asleep.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Whoever passed away there loved messing with me and only me, somtimes knocking on my front door at all times of day or night. I would open it to find no one there. I am glad we finally moved away a few years later because I could finally sleep peacefully!"</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-decoration: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>Stay Tuned For More Trippy Tales! </b></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucEToh-imsc2k4wKDOh5wkyDVD6QD4u4N-PFFyBXywVYT2SKheFwiu-xHfS_8iNjwj9wL620xExx3f94NmeMyoetmaRVZSh8xPnLdqi8HdPFExYusT4enUd_1UOgOcqPwJob8GWh1l5k/s1600/coming-soon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucEToh-imsc2k4wKDOh5wkyDVD6QD4u4N-PFFyBXywVYT2SKheFwiu-xHfS_8iNjwj9wL620xExx3f94NmeMyoetmaRVZSh8xPnLdqi8HdPFExYusT4enUd_1UOgOcqPwJob8GWh1l5k/s320/coming-soon.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-decoration: inherit;">~Queenie~</span></div><br />
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Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-72539381283543294852012-09-04T16:25:00.001-07:002012-09-07T07:05:45.336-07:00Trippy Tales #71...."Scary Stories From The Spooky Isles!"<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Ghouled Evening, and welcome to the playhouse! Please come in!</i></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tonight's Trippy Tales have been skullfully selected from "The Spooky Isles" (of London) at spookyisles.com... I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did!</span></span></i><br />
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</i> <i><b>Manchester’s SHIRLEY JOHNSON reveals her childhood ghost experience – the night a “cherub” appeared at her window!</b></i><br />
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“When I was 4 or 5 years old back in the early 1970′s we lived on a new estate in Whitefield, Bury.<br />
A lovely open spaced area with lots of fields. I remember going upstairs to bed one night, as normal, and dropping off to sleep.<br />
I was woken up by a tapping noise, and turned round to look at my sister who was fast asleep in her bed.<br />
When I looked up above her, there was somebody there, tapping lightly outside the window.<br />
I can only describe it as “cherub” looking – very white, small, about 3 foot tall, with tight white curls.<br />
Next thing I know, this being is standing on the windowsill, which surprised me, but I wasn’t scared.<br />
We started chatting, about what, I don’t recall.<br />
I looked around at the wall because I could hear banging again and saw two black shadows,with top hats and capes on.<br />
They looked like they were pulling something back and hammering.<br />
I still wasn’t frightened.<br />
All of a sudden my Mum walked in the room and asked who I was talking to.<br />
I looked at her and replied ‘the white lady’, and when I looked back, she, and the shadows were gone.<br />
My Mum was a little freaked out by my tale, even though she thought I had dreamed it.<br />
We found out from our neighbors, that the new estate had been built on an old cemetery.<br />
We moved house not long after.<br />
My Mum and me talked about my story for many years after, and it is still clear in my mind.<br />
I still can’t watch the film "Poltergeist" without being unnerved, because of the similarity of the house being built on a cemetery.<br />
I like to believe that the Cherub was there to protect me from the shadowy figures. I would certainly be scared if anything happened like that to me now.”<br />
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<i>And now, a more sinister story... </i><br />
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</i> <i><b>Powys’ LISA MUNDAY describes her childhood memory of watching ghostly body parts float </b><b>across her bedroom walls...</b></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgwtIQj5azTqwQcXZbF3MB7_k_tXH3bUfTkLi-_V2eLZWoiidZqYCeTz6DKKG6BLM2suMEnfY50siHW742uu3MFkQZNVKXnzPAkGU5G3OlT-LL23lprM74L25COp3-Yi06MPy3EW7TII/s1600/Mr-Ghost-Experience-Floating-Body-Parts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgwtIQj5azTqwQcXZbF3MB7_k_tXH3bUfTkLi-_V2eLZWoiidZqYCeTz6DKKG6BLM2suMEnfY50siHW742uu3MFkQZNVKXnzPAkGU5G3OlT-LL23lprM74L25COp3-Yi06MPy3EW7TII/s320/Mr-Ghost-Experience-Floating-Body-Parts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“From my childhood I’ll never forget the three-story house we lived in.<br />
I hated everything about this house from the attic to the basement!<br />
It was always dark and huge.<br />
Being a child at the age of 5, I always believed in the monsters under my bed and the boogeyman, so I guess you could say that maybe this is just my imagination but even today 23 years on I can still picture it.<br />
<b><i>All of it.</i></b><br />
It only happened one night (luckily we moved out not long after).<br />
I was in bed, lying awake, talking to myself (as 5 years olds do, I guess), I could hear my brother (he would have been 8 then) singing in his room.<br />
It must have been about 9pm and very dark.<br />
I looked at my bedroom door thinking I’d go and see my brother and maybe ask him to shhhh!<br />
As I looked at my door, I saw an image of a brown, hairy ear.<br />
I watched this image slowly glide across my bedroom wall to the window.<br />
As it hit the side of my window, it suddenly floated under my bed.<br />
As it went under, I saw another image...this time of a mouth, this one also glided across the wall and floated under my bed.<br />
I saw at least six images float under my bed of body parts...ear, mouth, nose, eyes and hands.<br />
At the point of seeing these hands, I decided I was getting OUT of my room!<br />
I very slowly pushed off my duvet and moved at the slowest pace I could go.<br />
As both my feet touched the floor, <i>I felt hands grab both my ankles!</i><br />
I jumped, screamed the place down, and curled up under my duvet as fast as I could until my mother came to my rescue.<br />
She switched on the light, asked what was wrong, I told her, she checked under the bed and everywhere else in my room, there was nothing there. That night I slept with my parents, I had nightmares for days!<br />
A few weeks after, we moved into a smaller house, two story house.<br />
My first night in my first bunk bed, I heard two girls under my bed whispering “Let’s get Lisa!"<br />
After that, I refused to sleep in my room and took over my brother’s, much to his disappointment!"<br />
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</span></b></i></span></div>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-86627927628164043452012-07-28T19:05:00.001-07:002012-07-28T19:08:36.164-07:00Trippy Tales # 70..."Ghost Dogs"....Part One<div style="background-color: white; color: black;">"MY BEST FRIEND'S GHOST" from the blog of <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">Douglas Cruickshank @ ralphmag.org</span></span></div>"For some time now, I've been at that tedious stage of life where I wake up at, say, 3:19 a.m. and toss and turn and stare into the darkness, then settle into 30 or 40 minutes of concentrated fretting about some bit of minutia --- a minor disagreement, a financial hiccup, a newly discovered bump --- that, as I lie there, grows into a humongous angstbeast. Sooner or later (usually later) I go back to sleep and invariably, by morning, the previous night's Godzilla of worry has shrunk to the proportions of a strident titmouse.<br />
Of course, I like a good middle-of-<wbr></wbr>the-night mental torment session as much as the next person, but I was nevertheless relieved when my evening disruptions changed in a way that was both strange and pleasant. I began to experience a phenomenon that I can't explain; it falls somewhere between wishful thinking and spirituality, the natural and the supernatural. Whatever it is, I'm in no hurry for it to cease. <br />
Here's what's happened: I live in a small town, in an old neighborhood on a quiet street. During the past few months, a couple of times a week, I emerge from my nighttime slumber, but before the anxiety engine builds up a head of steam, I hear, clearly and distinctly, breathing --- right there in the room with me. And as I come fully awake and listen I recognize it as the slow, measured inhale and exhale of my giant dog, a 200-pound shaggy, black, extremely amiable Newfoundland, who doesn't sleep so much as go into a coma. Sometimes he'll shift and paw the carpet, snag his nail and shake it loose, but he never really comes to consciousness. In and out he breathes with soothing metronome regularity. His utter calm is contagious, and in no more than a few minutes, I drift back to sleep. On several occasions, I've heard him out in the living room or in the kitchen --- he tends to migrate between the same three or four spots through the night, never entirely waking up as he moves --- walking slowly and heavily to a new resting place, maybe turning a few times, then letting himself fall to the floor with a soft thud. I've always found it comforting to hear this great, laid-back creature that resembles a miniature buffalo moving about at night. And I still do. <br />
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<div align="left"> The odd part is, he died nearly five months ago.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> I've never believed in ghosts, but thanks to this new series of very welcome nocturnal visitations, I'm now all in favor of them. When I told one woman this story, she said, "Ah, he's still in the house then." That seemed as likely an explanation as anything I've come up with. And when I asked a friend about her view of ghosts, she thought for a minute, then said, "I guess they're sort of our vapor trails." Indeed. </div><div align="left"> Over the summer and early fall, as the weeks turned to months and my ghost dog repeatedly made his presence known, I conducted a casual, unscientific poll. The poll's sole question was, "Do you believe in ghosts?" And the answers were surprising. These were levelheaded people from across the vocational and social spectrum, and their responses were about 85 percent "yes" to 15 percent "no." Not only that, a goodly number of the believers told me of their own experiences with ghosts. The very notion of such a thing is a tenacious one. From culture to culture, across the centuries, the idea of a spirit that lingers after death, an apparition, a specter that continues to interact in some way with its earthbound friends, relatives and enemies has been pervasive. From ancient tales and on through the narratives of Dickens and Sebold, the thought that we can, and even should, stay in contact with the departed is a compelling one. <br />
But do they exist or do we create them? Is there a spirit world, an in- between place? Are ghosts the rail we grab hold of to steady ourselves in tumultuous times? And if there are such entities, do we find them or do they find us? <br />
I don't know. I don't have any idea. I do know that what I once dismissed, I've now had first-hand experience with. I know, too, that we're all so terribly concerned with what's real and what's not, with whether something happened or didn't happen, that we've lost all sight of the difference between what's probable and what matters. I suppose that's a ghost's reason for being --- to remind us. Maybe believing in them isn't even the point. Perhaps the more relevant question is whether they believe in us. <br />
Be that as it may, this paranormal turn of events has set me to wondering. Is this the birth of a trend? Given how gaga people are about their mutts these days, can a population explosion of ghost dogs be far off? And if author Susan Orlean's dog can write a cookbook, perhaps my phantom friend is ready to be the first canine to dictate a memoir from the other side (Hollywood, are you listening?). Alas, I suppose not. He never displayed a proclivity for drafting prose before he passed over to the twilight world. And now, by all indications, his oversize spirit is still mainly interested in pursuing his greatest passion:<b> sleep.</b>" </div><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">"CORKEY'S GHOST" by "Anonymous" @ "your true tales" </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">"When I was a young girl, I absolutely loved animals and often preferred to spend time with pets over other kids at times. My neighbors had a hunting dog named Corkey who lived to be 12 years old. As a child, I would often wander over to the neighbor's yard and play with Corkey. They kept him chained up out back adjacent to our yard during the days while they worked. I would try to teach him tricks and give him treats. I pretended he was my dog. I was not allowed to have a dog growing up.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was now 16 years old. It was a cold spring day. I put my robe and slippers on and went to grab a soda off the back patio. I opened the back door and saw Corkey sitting in his usual spot. I called out, "Hey, Corkey!" The dog never moved. He just sat and starred at me. I said, "Corkey, what's the matter?" The dog still never flinched and just kept looking at me.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">I remember just looking at him and in the back of my head, something felt "off". He was sitting upright and absolutely motionless. I took the soda and went inside. I was getting a glass out of the cupboard, and my mom walked in. I made the comment that "it sure is cold out today, and I can't believe they are leaving that poor dog out all day like that."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Mom said, "Corkey was put down two weeks ago. He had cancer and was suffering."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">I said, "No, Mom. I just saw him a few minutes ago."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Mom, who was stubborn and never wrong, said sarcastically, "The dog is dead. I talked to her [meaning the neighbor woman]. She was very upset about losing him."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">I, being sure I was right, walked over to the window and looked out, and now saw that Corkey was not outside. I re-thought what I had seen out there. I remember feeling that it was odd that Corkey never wagged his tail or moved when I called out to him. I also remember seeing his chain hanging down from his neck. There was no chain even out there anymore.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">It really shocked me. I couldn't believe it. Then it started to make sense. That feeling I had when the dog did not respond, it was that odd feeling, like in the back of your head that something isn't right, but you brush it off. I have read and heard others tell stories of seeing ghosts that appeared to be alive and solid. They all say the same thing: "They had no expression on their face. You could not tell what they were feeling at all."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">What I think about the most is that I called out to him twice and he never responded, just sat and starred at me. If someone else would have been next to me, would they have seen him? Or did I just look like a crazy person calling out to a non-existent dog? It's just so bizarre. I clearly saw and spoke to a dog that was not alive!"</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;">STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO, COMING SOON!</div>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-12929417424886014622012-07-21T19:27:00.000-07:002012-07-21T19:27:33.483-07:00Trippy Tales #69...More Stories Of The Supernatural!<div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10"><b> Thanks for visiting the playhouse! Tonight's tales come from true-ghost-stories.com, and I hope you enjoy them! </b></span><br />
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<span class="size10 Helvetica10"><b> "Shhhh...Someone's Coming!"</b> by Sherry @ true-ghost-stories.com</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10">"I truly believe the house I grew up in was haunted. Though we were the original owners, as far as I know, the house was built on farm land. When I was about 13 years old, I was awakened one night by the sound of loud, whispering voices that seemed to be coming from our living room. My bedroom was located at the opposite end of the house from the living room. I got out of bed to investigate and ran into my father in the hallway. He had also been awakened by the voices. While standing in the hall, we also heard the muffled sound of footsteps. The living room was carpeted, but underneath were hardwood floors that would creak if you stepped on the right spot. It seemed there were two male voices and one female. The men seemed to be arguing and it appeared that the woman was trying to get them to be quiet. Daddy and I listened for a few more minutes and then began walking down the hall towards the living room. We distinctly heard the woman say, "Shhhhh, someone's coming." Then, there was the sound of the chain lock on the front door rattling. When my dad and I entered the living room, it was quiet, but there was a definite chill in the air. We sat in there talking about what we heard for the longest time. We never experienced this again."</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10"><b>"Grandfather's Apparition" </b>by Sherry @ true-ghost-stories.com</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10">"My grandparents lived down the street from where we used to live. My grandfather died in the house in 1972. My cousin was going to move in with grandmother, but until she could get moved, my Mom and I spent a few nights in the house, so grandmother wouldn't be alone. Mom slept in the bedroom that my grandfather occupied. I slept on the couch in the living room with their little Chihuahua, Nina, curled up with me. I was awakened that first night by Nina whimpering and shaking. I looked up and there in the dining room area was my grandfather. I could see him clearly. I was too shocked to move.....I just continued to stare and eventually he just faded away. I didn't tell anyone about this for many years. I didn't want to upset my grandmother and I wasn't sure anyone would believe me. I never saw him again. Grandmother died a few months later and the family sold the house. The house has changed hands many times over the years and according to some of the neighbors, the occupants have claimed it's haunted. I can easily believe this."</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
<span class="size10 Helvetica10"><b>"The Green Arms" </b>by Ashleigh @ true-ghost-stories.com</span></div><div align="left" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10">"When I was little, I always awoke in the middle of the night screaming. Sometimes, I never knew why. Other times, it was nightmares. The closest bedroom to mine, was my brother's, so I would run in and ask if I could stay until I felt better. He never really minded the company and if I annoyed him with questions or such, I would just go to my parents room, the next door down the hall. Late one night, I woke up terrified. I ran to my brother's room and he agreed to let me stay for a while. After I had calmed down, my brother and I began to talk. I don't know what it was, but suddenly we were both looking towards the left wall. Two huge green arms were reaching out and then disappeared back into the wall. We told our parents but they didn't believe us, so we kept quiet and never told anyone again. We never knew what it was, and we never saw it again."</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
<span class="size10 Helvetica10"><b>"He'll NEVER Return!"</b> by Danny @ true-ghost-stories.com</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10"> "My dad's father stayed with my parents a few days after he and my dad's mother were separated, and he slept upstairs. He came down the next morning with his blanket and pillow saying he'd never go back up there again. He heard voices in the hallway whispering words he couldn't make out and this kept him awake. He got up several times to close the door only to awaken and find it open. He slid a heavy dresser to block the door and it stayed closed till he awoke up the next morning. When he awoke, the dresser was sitting next to his bed, and the door was again open!"</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="size10 Helvetica10" style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"> Stay Tuned For More Trippy Tales, Coming Soon!</span></i></span></span><br />
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</span></div>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-16427223191668337562012-07-12T06:18:00.000-07:002012-07-12T06:18:25.933-07:00Trippy Tales #68...Creepy Tales To Make You Tremble!<b>"A Frightening Childhood" by Sophie @ yourghoststories.com</b><br />
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<span class="firstLetter"></span> "I remember being frightened all the time. Scared. Like something was always waiting for me in the next room. <br />
It all began when I moved into an old Villa, built in the early 1900's. I was 7 years old. My brother (who was only 5 at the time) and I were so excited. My father renovated the house shortly after we moved in. He extended my room (which we called the sun room, as it was at the far end of the house where the sun shone in all day), and put in a new kitchen, bathrooms, and built a large deck in the backyard with a fish pond at the far end.<br />
We also welcomed a new dog into our family. A big fluffy German Shepard, called Norman.<br />
It wasn't long after we moved in that we started experiencing strange phenomena. The first recollections of these happenings are ones I can't remember, but ones that my mother had informed me about later in life. Whilst my bedroom was being renovated, I shared a room with my brother. One night, Mum awoke to the sound of us having a conversation. Assuming we had stayed up past our bed time, she came into the room and told us to go to sleep. Instead of responding, we continued to talk, and at that moment she said realized we were sleep-talking. "There he is!" I said, "He's coming!" My brother then began to say, "The man is here!" My mother thought this was strange, so she woke us up, saying we'd had a bad dream.<br />
The next instance occurred, again, to my mother. She awoke to footsteps walking around her bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw a short black shadow with glowing green eyes staring back at her. She hit out at the "thing" in fear, which resulted in my father waking up, confused. He insisted that she must have been dreaming, as he didn't believe in anything paranormal. The bizarre thing was, that 5 minutes after she had seen this glowing eyed creature, my brother ran into her bedroom saying he had just seen "E.T." standing by his bed.<br />
I remember my first encounter with a ghost. I would have been about 10-years-old. It was after Dad had finished renovating my new bedroom. It was a still night, and no moon in the sky, so my bedroom was pitch black. Like my mother, I awoke to footsteps slowly walking into my room and around my bed. I opened my eyes, and to my horror, a blonde haired boy with blue eyes, knelt beside my bed. He just stared at me, smiling. A white glow surrounded him, it was so bright it hurt my eyes. I remember being so terrified. I couldn't move. I felt frozen, my heart was racing. I got the courage to pull the blanket up over my head, and lay there in the darkness hoping he had gone away. After a few minutes, he had.<br />
Our dog Norman was also subject to seeing something paranormal in the house. He used to sit in front of the old fireplace, staring at the mantlepiece as if something was there. Waving my hand in front of his eyes didn't deter him. I always wondered if he could see something we couldn't.<br />
My mother saw many other entities, including a tall man wearing a top hat, a girl with abnormally big eyes and long brown hair, and small children playing on her window seat.<br />
The most terrifying experience I had, was something I could not see, but could only hear. I had just hopped into bed and turned off the light, when I noticed a noise that sounded like somebody breathing heavily. I listened for a while. It got louder and louder. It was the scariest thing I've ever heard in my life. I was actually convinced someone HAD to be in the room, under my bed or in the closet. Too frightened to move, I called out to my parents. Dad came into the room and asked me what was wrong. After informing him of the breathing, he sat with me in silence to see if he could hear what I'd been telling him about. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes, and NOTHING could be heard. It had completely stopped. He said it could have been the water pipes, told me not to worry, and tucked me into bed. I felt comforted, especially now that the breathing had gone. But seconds after he left the room, it started again. It was a deep breathing. Almost like whoever it was, was struggling to breathe. I can't describe how terrifying it was to hear such a thing. <br />
Even when I invited friends over to the house, they were too scared to come back after their visit. On one occasion, I had 3 friends over. We were playing in the garden at dusk, and I ran inside to grab everyone a drink. When I came back, the three smiling faces had now turned to ones of fear. They told me that while I was gone, they heard someone say, "Hello!" When I asked them to describe the voice, they could only tell me that it sounded like a very small child, coming from behind the plants and shrubs next to the pond.<br />
I also witnessed some poltergeist activity in the old Villa. One evening, while I was sitting by the fire with Mum, we heard a noise coming from the kitchen. We both glanced in the direction of where the sound had come from, and to our surprise, a plastic water jug was hovering above the bench in mid air for a good 3 seconds. Suddenly, it fell to the floor, making us jump. Nothing was said, we both just looked at each other, with concerned faces. It was like we were so used to things like that happening.<br />
The final happening that I can recall before we moved out, was something beyond bizarre. I would have been about 16 at the time. My brother and I decided to go outside with our sleeping bags and look at the stars for a while. It was a good clear night for it. We noticed that the moon looked strange that night, it had a glow about it that we'd never seen before. After a few minutes of staring at it, the glow got stronger and the top of it began to ripple and flicker, like a ball of fire. In complete amazement, we sat there watching. What we thought was the moon, then zoomed off and disappeared into the night sky, so fast, it was hard to comprehend what had just happened. To this day, we still don't know what it was. We were so sure it was the moon. <br />
Over the space of 11 years in the house, my family and I experienced some terrifying things. In the end, we had to move out because my parents decided to split. A week after they announced this, my dog died of cancer and my cat was found dead in the garden. It was like the end of an era. <br />
We sold the house to a nice couple with two children and a small baby. I still drive past the house regularly, and wonder if they experience paranormal activity. I guess I'll never know."<br />
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<b>"My Doppelganger Roams At Midnight" by darkrose13 @ yourghoststories.com</b><br />
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"When this happened to my family (particularlly my brother and Mom), I was about seven and lived in Michigan. My brother was about five. One night, around midnight, I was asleep in my room at the end of the hall. My brother was asleep in my Mom's bed and woke up for no apparent reason. He sat up and looked over to the loveseat in the room. <br />
There he saw what he thought to be me, trying to hide from his view, being all playful and giggling. The girl had golden blonde hair, blue eyes, long eye lashes, full lips and facial features similar to mine. <br />
He then woke up Mom as he was very confused as to why I was up so late and told her to look over at the love seat and asked "Why is sissy by the couch?". They then both watched in horror as the ghostly figure move over to the window and jump out of it. <br />
My mom was panicked of course and went to look out the window. Nothing was at the bottom on the ground outside the window. My mother was freaking out so she then ran to my room where she saw me sleeping peacefully.<br />
The next morning she told me about it at breakfast. I was shocked and intrigued because I love the paranormal. But I have no recollection of leaving my body, however the ghost was very much like me. I wonder if I actually astro travelled or if I had a doppelganger. I have no idea to this day what really happened that night and it still remains a mystery to our entire family."<br />
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<b>"Ghostly Knocking" by Whitfefe @ yourghoststories.com</b><br />
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"My husband and I bought our house April 2004. We had a 3-year-old son and I was 6 months pregnant with twins. We had been living in our house for 2 weeks. One night around 10:30 pm we heard loud knocking at our back door. My husband went to the door. As he reached the door we heard the loud knock again. He opened the door and no one was there. He closed the door locked it and came back to bed. <br />
The next night around 10:30 pm the loud knocking happened again. This time my husband ran to the door, threw it open and said, "WHAT!?" Still no one was there. We were a little irritated, thinking that it was some kids playing around; however, we have 4 acres of land between us and our neighbors. We decided to watch a movie. <br />
At 11:30pm we heard the loud knocking plus the door knob began to shake all at the same time. We both jumped up and ran to the door. The entire time we moved toward the door, the noise and shaking continued. Our 3-year-old ran out of his room and was asking what that was. My husband open the door and screamed, "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" No one was there. So very irritated with this, he said he was going to go outside and watch the door to see if he could catch the person doing this. He went out the front and hid behind our shed which gave him a clear view of the back door. My son and I were sitting on the couch waiting... BAM BAM BAM on the back door. We jumped up and ran into my room. Seconds later, my husband comes bursting through the front door screaming,<i> "No one was there! Did you hear it?"</i> I came out of my room and said yes, we heard it. He said he was watching the door when the knocking happened. No one was there and he could see the doorknob move! <br />
We have lived here now for eight years now, and every April we have two weeks where someone will knock on our back door, but no one is ever there!"<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tonight's Tales were borrowed from ghostvillage.com, and they're sure to give your bones a chill!</span></i><b> </b><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Enjoy!</i><b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>"Evil Drawings In A Drawer" by Shauna @ ghostvillage.com</b></div><br />
"I moved to California on a whim. At the time (February 1979) I was in the process of getting a divorce, so I was single and had two small children. I was hoping to do a little better for them and myself. I rented a place that was great the first couple of months I was living there. It was a two-bedroom with a large living room, a great back yard that was fenced in, and across the street from me was a liquor store. A block up the street was a convenience store. Life was good. I met many new friends. <br />
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About two months after I moved into the house, I noticed that many times when I came home from work something would be misplaced, such as my keys. I would have trouble finding paper work I needed because it never was where I left it. Things moved around, however, I never witnessed anything moving. I knew that my girls were not the culprits, as they were only two and three at the time. They could not have gotten up and put things on top of the kitchen cabinets, or put things in the freezer, or put things in the kitchen cabinets. It just seemed like too much was happening. <br />
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One night after I had put the kids to bed, I was just getting into my bed and noticed that I could hear one of three balls rolling around in their bedroom. It was a small, multicolored foam ball that had a jingle bell in the center. I could hear the jingle bell tinkle tinkle tinkling. I was thinking that my older child had gotten up and was playing in the dark. I turned on the bedroom light, and she was sound asleep in her bed, and her sister was sound asleep in her crib. The ball was in the middle of the floor. I just picked it up and threw it in the toy box. I no sooner got into my bed, and again, the ball was rolling across the floor. Now I am thinking that it must have rolled off of the top of the toys in the toy box, so I picked up the ball from the middle of the room and this time I stuffed it down inside of the toy box to make sure it did not roll off the top of the toys. Well, guess what? I no more than hit my bed and it was rolling around again. As soon as I turned the light on it quit again. I was very frustrated and thought that this ghost was trying to make me lose my mind. I had many sleepless nights in that house, as things bumped and banged in the night, but never could see anything. Many times I felt like I was being watched or that someone was next to me, but I never saw anything. The hair would stand up on the back of my neck and arms. I finally got used to it and just would address the ghost when something was missing asking it to please put it back. I was never afraid of this entity, as it never hurt me or my girls. It was noisy at night though. <br />
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My girlfriend brought over a medium thinking she could help me. I did not know this person but she would not come into my house. She told me that my house was evil and left abruptly. I was shocked. I did not feel that it was evil at all. April of 1980 I had decided that I was going to move back to Wisconsin. I announced that information to my girlfriend when she was over one evening. We were sitting in the living room watching TV and drinking beer. (I had put the girls to bed already.) My girlfriend was going to run up the street to the convenience store to get us another six pack of beer as we were out. I stayed at the house waiting for her to return. I had a very large sofa that was very heavy. As soon as she shut the door to leave, that couch flew out from the wall with such force it threw me forward and then it flew backward and hit the wall. I was absolutely stunned. I was so scared I could not get off of the couch. It was a very violent incident. When my girlfriend came back, she looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a ghost," and laughed as she walked into the kitchen to put the beer into the cooler. I told her what had happened and she again told me that she couldn't understand how I could live in this house. Well, I was planning on moving back to Wisconsin the last week of April. Guess what? I moved back the<i> first </i>week of April! I was going through belongings getting them ready to pack when I opened a drawer that was in a hutch that was built into the dining room. I had never pulled the drawers out completely before, but I was dumping the drawer contents into boxes for moving. I came across some drawings that were underneath the drawer when I pulled it out. They all fell out. I was shocked. It was drawings of devils and demons. Lots of symbols and signs were on these drawings. I never finished looking at them. I promptly burned everyone of them in the fireplace. I was only in that house for another four days. I did not bring any belongings back other than my children, clothes, and the girls' toys. I left absolutely everything in the house. That was the first week of April 1980. In July of 1988 I went back to Valle Vista to see if that house was still standing. It was not. Someone had bulldozed it down and there was nothing left but a lot. I am so glad that house is gone!"<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Ghostly Childhood Memories" by Amanda @ ghostvillage.com</b></i></div><br />
"When I was six, my sister Teri was five, and a visiting friend named Stephanie was five, we lived in a haunted house and saw the most unusual ghost I have ever heard of!<br />
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Teri, Stephanie and I were waiting outside for Stephanie's parents. They were visiting from England and had said they were ready to go and it would only be a "minute". Adult to child translation--two hours.<br />
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We were standing between our car and their car, discussing how annoying parents are, when we noticed a plane flying extremely close. It was an old, unpainted, gray cargo looking plane. It was more boxy and round than streamlined, at least that's how I remember it.<br />
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We were very excited about a plane being so close and watched with fascination as the plane landed ON THE ROOF OF OUR HOUSE! Of course, being children, we had no idea that planes don't land on houses. We were just feeling pretty special and jumping up and down waving at the pilot. The pilot looked at us and laughed and waved back. It seems to me that he was wearing Red Baron like accessories. After a few moments, he took off again. He had come from the left side of the house and gone on to the right.<br />
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By this time, we were sick and tired of waiting on our parents, so we went in to see what the holdup was. We found them sitting around the kitchen table chatting. Well, I was just unbearably annoyed at my parents and hers and decided that I might as well be a part of the conversation since that was the only attention I was going to get.<br />
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"Did you hear the plane on the roof?" I said. My dad said, "Oh, Jacklyn, you're imagining things." I knew I wasn't, but after I thought about it, I couldn't remember the plane making any noise.<br />
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The whole subject was abandoned (not forgotten) until I was about 13 years old. The family was taking a car trip when I suddenly mentioned the ghost plane event out loud. My sister, Teri, said, "Oh my God! I remember that too, I thought it must have been a dream!" The correlation proved that it was real and I knew it was anyway because I have an unusually good memory. In fact, I can remember some things from before I could walk.<br />
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The really strange part of this is, how could<i> an entire plane</i> have been in the form of a ghost? An inanimate object?<br />
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That was not an isolated incident. <i>That house was haunted!</i> The very first night we stayed in our new house, Dad gave Teri and I flashlights in case we needed to find the bathroom in the dark. Well, I needed to find the bathroom. So I sat up, found my flashlight, turned it on and shined it in front of me, to find a black male figure at the end of my bed. He didn't speak, only turned his head to look at me.<br />
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I was so scared that I just turned off the flashlight, put it back under my pillow, laid back down and shut my eyes. I thought that he would go away if he thought that I was asleep. All night long I stayed awake with my eyes shut listening for the man. I never heard him leave and so it was light before I could muster the courage to open my eyes. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom because after holding it all night, I was really uncomfortable. After that, I went to my parents room and told them about it. They said, "Oh, Jackie, you're imagining things."<br />
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When I moved to my own room in the same house, there were new events. Every night as long as I was in that room, a woman would come out of the wall. She was an older woman, kind of scrawny and scraggly. She would come and stand over my bed a moment and then leave the room. I was pretty sure that she was checking on everyone. She would always come back and go into the same spot of the wall that she came out of.<br />
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She would lean almost right on top of me so I thought that her eyesight probably wasn't very good. She must have really wanted to see me. I wasn't scared of her after the first couple of nights.<br />
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Anyway, those are the three major things that happened in our haunted house. By the way, my parents never noticed anything.<br />
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The funny part of this story, is that this was a relatively new house-- the next one we lived in was over 100 years old and still had the woman's belongings in the second story. On top of that, she died in her bed in the kitchen. However, nothing peculiar ever happened in that house."<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Unwanted Ghostly Roommates" by Tara @ ghostvillage.com</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div>My fiancé and I had moved into our first apartment in late July. We had just got done unpacking everything about the second week of August and had finally gotten our bed put together. Our bed was situated so that if I laid on my back the window was to my right and there was a street lamp outside the window that was very bright. The first night we slept in our room I woke up about two in the morning. I was sleeping on my side looking away from the window but had a feeling like someone was behind me. I rolled over and perfectly centered in the window was a shadow of a man. There were no clear or vivid features of the man, just a black figure. I sat up really quick and as I did it ran around our bed, opened our bedroom door, and darted out into the living room. At the same time it ran into the living room the phone began to ring in one long ring and was in the middle of the living room floor as opposed to being in the kitchen where it was plugged in and always left. The blinds were swaying and banging into each other also.<br />
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I awoke my fiancé who could not find anything unlocked for someone to get into the house. I was almost convinced it never happen until my fiancé closed the bedroom door and we saw a hole in the wall where the doorknob had been slammed into the wall when it was opened by whatever was in the apartment that night. The following night I awoke to a girl standing at the end of my bed in a red polka dot dress with pigtails waving at me. We moved into another apartment the next week!" <br />
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"When we think about something being haunted, we think of asylums, homes, prisons and cemeteries. However, there is another place that can be haunted, and there are plenty of examples around the world. It is roads, and some roads have more spirits and ghost stories than most apparent haunted houses. So, what are the haunted roads that you should be aware of in your travels? No matter where you go it seems, on any continent, you are going to come across a road that locals and visitors cite as haunted. Here are just a few..."<br />
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</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Freaky Experience On The Road To Portland" </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm still not sure what or who it was that my wife (then girlfriend) and I saw on that dark and eerie September night. We had spent a nice Saturday evening in 2003 at a low-key birthday party for a dear friend in Tualatin, Oregon, and were driving home to Portland in the early hours of that following Sunday morning. My wife had limited her drinking and cut it off a few hours early, knowing she would be the driver that night. I had a few beers, but by the drive home I was sober and in a good state of mind. Knowing we were both in a sober and sound state of mind is what makes what we saw that much more confusing and upsetting.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We were coming up on the I-5 freeway from Tualatin, probably about a mile from the ramp, when my wife saw a pair of headlights coming up on us from behind at a pretty fast rate. The road was otherwise vacant of other traffic. Immediately she assumed it was a cop, so she mentioned it to me. I turned and saw the lights and told her to get over one lane to the left. By now the lights were caught up to us and as we switched lanes the car sped up to pass.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just before the lane divided and forked off into the on ramp, the car caught up parallel to us. I heard my wife say in a trembling voice, "What the heck is that?" I turned to look in the direction she was looking. What I saw still terrifies me to this day.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The car was small and in the shape of an old VW bug. The driver wore a tiny top hat over his dread-locked hair. His head was turned a complete 90 degrees to the right, as if swiveling on his neck and looking straight at us with no regard for the road. His face is what frightened us the most. He was smiling at us, but his mouth -- his smile -- was not at all normal. It was HUGE. Distorted. It looked like something out of a bad horror film.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As those few seconds passed that we drove next to him, his smile grew... and grew... and grew until the parting of his lips exposed his small sharp teeth. His eyes also changed, but I could not explain in words exactly how... or in to what they changed.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We were silent. I don't remember any noise. Not even the road under our tires, the CD playing in our stereo, or the words of shock I KNOW were leaving our mouths. I do remember, however, that those few seconds seemed to last a long, long time. Everything slowed down and I felt as though I stared at his grin for minutes, hours, or who knows how long.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then, as the road divided and we headed down the ramp to the freeway, he turned his head back to face forward and I felt as though a daze or weight or even maybe a curse just suddenly lifted and all things turned back to normal. I watched behind us for as long as I could see the tail lights of that car. They quickly faded, and that's when our terror set in.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Do we call the police? Will he somehow find us at our home? What was he? Was that real? Are we okay mentally? Who do we ask for help? Do we need help? Was that the devil? And most important, what the hell just happened to us?</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The rest of the drive home was spent watching to make sure we were not being followed. We spoke about it, but both avoided talking too much and becoming overwhelmingly terrified. we got home without being followed and didn't speak of it for days, maybe weeks. But when the day came that we did finally talk about that night, the terror of what we saw became very true and real after comparing our experiences to confirm what had happened and what we had seen.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now it is a story we have no understanding of. It's something we speak of very rarely, and almost never to other people. This is the first time our story has been told completely and totally for others to read. I guess my motivation for this telling is to hopefully connect with others who have either experienced the same thing or have knowledge concerning what happened to us."</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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"Last night, while I'm drinking and playing games on the internet, out of nowhere, (4am-ish) - I hear a knock, fast like a wood pecker one then, one two, three. I couldn't place the origin of the knock, so I sat still, and called out a hollow "hello?" </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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I'm spooked and now I begin to pay attention to what's going on around me. I put my beer down. Put my smoke down and listened, then called out for them to come in. No answer, so I settled down, thinking pipes-winter-frozen, stuff- .<br />
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No sooner did I get myself back, then the Knock came again. as soon as I got myself aware and logged into the game, the knock came again! Only much closer to me- past the door- near my desk.<br />
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Instantly alarmed, I dropped everything and went in search of these 'knocks', to find nothing. Dad is OK, on his side of the house, and so am I on my side of the house. Except I'm unnerved, three knocks, no-one there and the last knock was so close to me , to make me think it was on my desk. that I made a mental mark -"3 Knocks-look it up on the net"- .<br />
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I did not go to sleep for a couple more hours, thinking and listening for this "unknown visitor"- There was a definite approach to the knocking sound. The 1st being,"the front door?" and then the 2nd being,-"Is that my door?" and finally, the third Knock.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">What the hell , is my desk breaking?- Where is that sound coming from?</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">And then nothing, no trace of anyone having been here- just me, and my beers. and that sound- it was an unnatural sound, the knocks came closer each time, yet they sounded like they were here with me in my room.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">This has set me on edge. I did not do this to myself, nor would I want to.<br />
I sat down to play some world of war craft, and drink beers. then this happened.<br />
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I don't really know what to think about it!</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">A couple internet sites, say that the 3 knocks means your going to die- shortly.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I don't know, but I <i>do</i> know these 3 knocks are the strangest thing that I have actually tried to deal with.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I mean, I said "Come In!!"- more than once, and well -you know the rest of the story-.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Am i going to die? Is there anything real about the 3 knocks?"</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">"My experience began in 2002 when I was woken up around 3:30 a.m. by three vehement knocks on my bedroom door accompanied by a woman's voice saying, "Wake up." I didn't recognize the voice as belonging to my mother, but I assumed I was merely groggy. Thinking that something must be terribly wrong, I rushed to the door to find no one there. I smelled a rat and began investigating, but to no avail.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">About that time, I heard my mom getting out of bed and came to the door. She looked at me with squinting eyes and asked me who was at the front door. This confirmed my sanity, thank god. I've moved twice and had the same experience, minus the audible voice, twice at one location and once at the last.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I've been thinking about this since it happened, and I finally decided tonight to go online and see if there were any other people out there who've experienced this. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there are some people out there who are looking for answers, too. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a forum dedicated to it, so I sat a few hours aside and started one. I'd love for you to come by and share your ghost knocking story at: <a href="http://3knocks.11.forumer.com/">http://3knocks.11.forumer.com/</a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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</div><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Thanks for visiting the playhouse! I hope you've enjoyed the blog & that that you'll return soon! And also, just as a precaution...the next time someone (or some</span><b style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i> thing</i></b><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">) comes a knockin' in the middle of the night....well...you may not wanna answer it! ;) </span><br />
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<span id="goog_355431368"></span><span id="goog_355431369"></span>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-40317070396922417312012-05-20T21:06:00.000-07:002012-05-20T21:06:18.893-07:00Trippy Tales #65..."The 3 Knocks Of Death"...Part TwoFrom "Mysteries Of The Unexplained" (online)<br />
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<div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Some call them 'death knocks' - an omen of sorts. Others say it is spirits trying to reach out to their living relatives. I have also received emails from readers who strongly believe the knocks to be from a demonic source. The question which everyone is asking and one that still remains is, who or what is causing the 3 distinct, loud knocking sounds that so many people are experiencing? Unfortunately, there is no way to know for sure. One thing is for certain- it's happening, and more & more people are searching for answers. </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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<dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-7732701132856974412">"Hi, I just posted this comment in another blog, but seems nice to share it here. I came across this site looking for the meaning of the knockings. I began hearing knocks at my room door in early 2005. Then I used to live with my mom and two sisters. The knocks began to intensify,, each time louder, but always when I was about to fall asleep, for which I came to reconcile them with the experience. So, until I was watching tv, in my room, probably at 1:00 am. It's scared the living daylights out of me, and I ran to mom, woke her up and told her, and she told me not to worry. I finally grew used to it, three LOUD knocks on my door almost every night. Time passed by and I move to an apartment on my own, and for probably the first month I heard the knocks on the door again until they finally vanished. My sister at home reportedly heard the knockings twice, then she really began believing me. Yesterday (29/12/08) I heard TWO loud knocks again while I was falling asleep. It completely crept me out. No explanation I can give to the phenomenon nor any site providing some rational explanation for this. Guess I will have to live in doubt." </dd></dl><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i> Ghostwriter said:</i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">"Around two months ago I was at home and about 10pm I heard three knocks at the front door, this being very unusual I initially thought it was neighborhood kids playing a prank however as I opened the door nobody was there, ok some stupid prank. Not 30 seconds later I hear it again Knock...Knock...Knock...I ran out front as I was 2 feet from the door and nothing. This got me thinking as there was no time for anyone to run and hide.<br />
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Then as I was walking back into the house I hear it again Knock...Knock...Knock however this time it was coming from the back door. Well I bolted out to the backyard and...NOTHING...There would have been no time for anyone to jump a fence nor was there anywhere for a person to hide.<br />
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I have since sold my house and now live in an apartment in another state.<br />
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I am fast asleep and I am woken up to Knock...Knock...Knock which sounds like it is coming from the front door, I open my eyes and look at my alarm clock 3:00am exactly. I first though I was dreaming, until I sit up and hear Knock...Knock...Knock again coming from the front door. Also this time I was watching the baby video monitor and I saw my son get startled from the knocks so I know that I wasn't hearing things. <br />
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I ran like the wind to the front door and...you guessed it nothing.Then as soon as I closed the door I hear it again Knock...Knock...Knock this time coming from a far wall in my living room. I was so tired that I fell right back asleep.<br />
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I was discussing this with a co-worker the other day and he told me that this happened to him when he was younger."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i> From Matt H. at about.com:</i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">"I first heard about the phenomenon of three loud knocks signifying a death when I was quite young through family stories. Back around 1956, my mother's first husband was killed in a car crash. That night my mother's sister heard three loud knocks at the door, but no one was there. They heard the bad news soon after.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">In February, 2006 I was living with my fiance in a motel room that was provided to me by the adjoining hotel and restaurant where I was employed. It was reasonably late, around 11 p.m., and after making love we both settled in to near sleep. All of a sudden there were three very loud bangs on the window (it seemed to me to be more focused on the window than the door). They were extremely uniform in their intensity and duration, and had an echo sound, like <i>BOOMboom... BOOMboom... Boomboom</i>.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">We both sat upright and I knew there would be no one there. I got dressed and went out to see, and it was quiet. After scaring the hell out of her by looking at her and saying, "Death-knocks," I told her what I knew about them. That scared her even more.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I decided to call my mother living nearby to check on her, as she was suffering from serious cancer at the time. She was okay, and I wondered whether it might be my dad.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I didn't really think about it much after that, but in June that year I received an awful phone call letting me know that my dear friend had lost his estranged wife Sonya and his two-year-old daughter in a car accident. Seven months later my mother passed away from her illness.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Just today I was relating this story to my friend, who had begun dating Sonya a few months before her death. He was surprised and told me that he too had heard three loud knocks at the door of his house after he and Sonya had finished making love on a Saturday morning. There was no one at the door, and looking quickly out the window upon hearing the knocks, saw no one at the doorstep.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">I have no idea what this phenomenon is. Maybe an angel, maybe a demon -- who knows? Something out there seems to know a lot about us though."</div><br />
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<i><b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">COMING SOON... </b></i><img class="over off" src="http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u55/BJ_BOBBI_JO9/Emotions%20feelings%20moods%20related/th_paranoid.gif" style="height: 18px; width: 18px;" />Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-3120199716853050612012-05-19T20:28:00.004-07:002012-05-20T06:14:03.288-07:00Trippy Tales #65....."The Three Knocks Of Death".....(Part One)<div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Have you ever found yourself lying in bed, just about to fall asleep, when suddenly you hear three distinct knocks nearby on the door, wall or window? Has this happened more than once? Maybe you figured the source and went to sleep. Or... maybe it left you shaking under your sheets! Once all other rational explanations have been ruled out, one then has to ask, <i>who</i> or<i> what</i> is causing the phenomenon and <i>why? </i>Below, are some stories from people who claim to have heard them as well.<i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i>From Neal @ The Social Paranormal Network:</i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i>" </i><span class="threadText" id="textNode_12746373">First off, I have never heard of "the three knocks" prior to today, but went online to do some research. The story begins back in the 1920s when my grandmother was in the kitchen and heard three loud knocks on her front door. There was no one there, but three days later learned that her mother had died back in Germany.<br />
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In 1973 my parents were awakened with three loud knocks on our front door. Upon inspection, there was no one there, but received a phone call about an hour later that my uncle had passed away.<br />
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This was never brought up again until I was telling my uncle about the story at my father's funeral in 1979. He and his wife froze and said that they had heard three loud knocks on their storm door about the same time my father had passed away (they lived in Arizona, thus the three-hour time difference). We have never looked into this.<br />
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Two weeks ago, my mother awoke to three loud knocks or bangs on her front door. Again, she got up and found nothing at the door and was immediately scared because it reminded her of the 1973 incident. Three days later, my brother was murdered in Louisiana in the early morning. The strangest fact is that in all of the times a family member heard the knocks, it corresponded to the time of death (give or take an hour) of a family member.<br />
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This last case is the only time the knocks came three days prior to my brother's death. It was only last night that a cousin and I were discussing the events and decided to do some online research and came across this post. We are definitely not what you would call paranormal, but are looking into any information on the subject and why our family has had so many occurrences."</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,helvetica; font-size: small;"></span> </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i>And from Shel C. of the paranormal files @ about.com:</i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">"This was in my hometown in Illinois, November 2008, Thanksgiving to be exact. We were having Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt and uncle's house. My aunt, who is a very straightforward, no-nonsense woman, told us about what she had been experiencing. This was in a offhand manner; clearly she thought it was silly and a bit ridiculous.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">She told us she had been hearing knocks, always just three in a row, always loud, always at night. They were always on the back sliding glass door in the kitchen. She would hear the knocks from the living room and get up to see who it was, but would never see anyone.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">She said it was strange because the knocks were evenly spaced, not just random knocking. This happened three different times on three different nights. Each time she heard it she would run to the kitchen and straight to the sliding door -- and no one was ever there. She told us it had to be kids just messing around, even though her entire backyard is fenced in with a lock on the gate.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">A few weeks later, my uncle -- her husband -- was having surgery. It was about 6 p.m., already dark at that time of year, and my aunt was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital waiting for my uncle to come out of recovery. There was also another woman in the room with her that my aunt did not know.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">All of a sudden three hard knocks came from the window directly behind her. She instantly turned around to see no one... nothing. She looked at the woman and saw that she too had heard the knocks. The bit that is really strange is that they were on the 7th floor of the hospital! No ledges were on the outside of window, no walkways or deck of any kind.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">She said this surprised her a little, but again she is a no-nonsense kind of woman and dismissed it. After telling us all this, she said it was silly and gave us all hugs as we left.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Five months later, my cousin -- her son -- was killed in an accident. This was her only son. It was devastating to the entire family. He was only 35 years old. At that time, I had not heard about the three knocks of death, so that was never in my thoughts. Grief blocked out many thoughts at that time.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Only later did I read on this website about the three knocks of death. Now I believe that's exactly what they were."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
<i style="background-color: black; color: white;">And from John Atkinson at about.com:</i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">"This isn't a story, these are true facts. My mother and her mother have always been gifted by forerunners. You would have to ask her about her mother's premonitions, but I can tell you what just happened with my mother.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">We live in a little town, St.Stephen, New Brunswick, Canada. This year (2011) November 10th, my mother heard three knocks. She always said that means it takes three days, three weeks, or three months (right to the day) that something bad was going to happen, usually a death.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Well, three days later our cousin shot himself in a hunting accident while hunting with his 7-year-old son. She knew something was going to happen, but couldn't figure who it was going to be. She called my brother in Alberta and told him to stay home and not go out anywhere. She also warned some other family members. She never thought it was going to be our cousin.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">From my experience, it has always been young people who have died after a forerunner has visited. It seems it is always the person you'd least expect."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;">Thank you for visiting the playhouse, and keep in mind that the stories above are just a tiny handful out of literally, <i>thousands</i> I found online concerning the three knocks phenomena...so please stay tuned for part two, where I will delve further into this strange occurrence!<br />
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"If the ghost is a knockin'....don't bother lockin!" ;)</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><img alt="Creepy Door" class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q285/annoyingone890/creepydoor.jpg" style="height: 462px; width: 300px;" /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> ~Queenie~</span></div>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-75215948887457496832012-04-03T11:46:00.000-07:002012-04-03T11:46:22.767-07:00Trippy Tales #64..."Time Slip Trips"....Part TwoTime travel, according to modern scientific theory, may still be beyond our grasp. Yet for a number of people who have had unusual time slip experiences, time may be easier to circumnavigate than expected. <br />
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A classic example of a time slip can be seen in a note from Lyn in Australia. Lyn had read the book, Time Travel: A How-To Insiders Guide, (Global Communications, 1999) and thought her experience was similar to others featured in the book. <br />
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"I was driving toward the main intersection of the town, when suddenly I felt a change in the air. It wasn't the classic colder feeling, but a change, like a shift in atmosphere. The air felt denser somehow. As I slowed at the intersection, I seemed to be suddenly transported back in time to approximately 1950. The road was dirt, the trees were gone and coming toward me to cross the intersection was an old black car, something like a Vanguard or old FJ Holden. As the car passed through the intersection the driver was looking back at me in total astonishment before he accelerated. From what I could see he was dressed in similar 1950s fashion, complete with hat.<br />
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Lyn wondered if there is someone out there still living who remembers seeing a strange sight at the intersection back in the 50s...of a weird car with a bug-eyed woman at the wheel.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Derek reports that in the 1980's, he and his wife were on a driving holiday in the North York Moors in England. They went to a tiny coastal village called Staithes, which had a steep winding and narrowing road down to the harbor, with the entrance to the houses and narrow footway at a higher level of three or four feet. </div><br />
"We parked at the top of the village, hamlet really, where the tourist buses and cars had to stop and made our way down on foot. What I remember is a brilliantly sunny day with lots of other people around, but as we made our way down, it just suddenly seemed as if no one else were there but my wife and me. An old woman appeared on the footway opposite us. It became cooler and duller. She asked, in what seemed to me an old-fashioned and very polite way, what year it was. Now lots of old people get confused and it could have been that, but what I remember vividly is her black clothes - handmade, rough and with hand-sewn buttons - really big compared with modern ones. Her shoes were very old fashioned with much higher and chunkier heels than you'd see an older person wearing nowadays. In the time it took me to turn to my wife and say, 'Did you see that?' she was gone. The sun was back and so were all the people. My wife had also seen the same old woman and felt the same chill." <br />
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Derek's experience seems strikingly similar to traditional ghost stories. Many ghost sightings are readily explained as individuals who appear out of their normal location or time; but often the ghost also seems to change the surroundings of the witness, giving the impression of a time slip. What is open to question is whether these are glimpses into another time or does the witness or the ghost actually travel in time? Perhaps it is simply different sides of the same coin.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><b>Reader Report by Ronald at about.com: </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><b>"The year was 1992 and I was 17 years old," reports Ronald. "My mother lived in South Bend, Indiana and my father lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I had made this trip a half dozen times by myself in the past. I always chose to drive at night because there was less traffic, less road construction, too.</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><b>"This particular night, I was driving from my mother's to my father's. I had called him on the phone just as I left, as always. When I arrived at his house he had a look of disbelief on his face and said, 'What are you doing here?' Until then I had not noticed that I had made the 370 mile trip in less than 4 hours. I drove an old Pontiac four-door that was not capable of the well over 100 mph that would have been required for that time. Also, I do not remember stopping to get gas, and that car would not make that trip on less than 1½ tanks of gas. Needless to say, I have always been puzzled by this event."</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks for joining me for the conclusion of Spooky Surrency, and spooky<i> it is!</i></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you've been following my blog for the past couple entries (and if not, <i>shame on you!</i> ;) then you know that I'm referring to the town of Surrency, in Baxley, Georgia. And being that I live just a hop, skip & a jump from Baxley (not to mention the fact that I'm a sincere ghost-enthusiast) I've heard quite a bit of "front-porch talk" about the mysterious events that have taken place in & around Surrency over the course of my life. </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">I still like to do my homework though, so I've posted an eye-witness account below, from a man who's experienced the Surrency ghost <i>up close and personal.</i></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">So come and set a spell y'all...pull ya up a rockin' chair or park yourself here on the porch swing...kick your shoes off, grab a cold ice tea and get comfy, while we explore the strange & spooky world of Surrency, way down south in the thick Georgia pines... </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjh-0-MQLygrJU16MWEW-KqXuOpJdQG_MbEHGhlkssyJc8s2TDkICUfsxkI59T-r1SA_YY5cSG1HQ9wPxf2mCaCZUL1C-DaZzpkKWSeXnOWeEXdng-djWfPS4PNaUADXp8T9dr4POfNY/s1600/porchswing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjh-0-MQLygrJU16MWEW-KqXuOpJdQG_MbEHGhlkssyJc8s2TDkICUfsxkI59T-r1SA_YY5cSG1HQ9wPxf2mCaCZUL1C-DaZzpkKWSeXnOWeEXdng-djWfPS4PNaUADXp8T9dr4POfNY/s400/porchswing.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">From Augusta Chronical Columnist, Randall Floyd, a chilling tale told by lifelong Baxley resident, Mr. Herschel Tillman: (Originally created 05/10/98)</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">"Georgia haunted house was world-famous"</span> </div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">Herschel Tillman was only 8 the first time his daddy took him to see the ghost. </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">"It was on a Sunday, right after church," the 85-year-old retired postal carrier recalled in an interview. "My daddy drove us out to the old Surrency house in an old buggy. We went inside and saw and heard things<i> not</i> <i>of this world." </i>Some of those things included a clock that chimed 13 times, then spun mysteriously backwards, boots that marched around the room, plates and cups that jumped off tables and soared through the air and an eerie, scratching sound that seemed to come from within the old walls.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">The biggest shock came when a shower of "hot bricks" fell onto the front porch from out of nowhere.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">"That place was haunted. There's no two ways about it," Mr. Tillman concluded. "There must have been at least a dozen ghosts inside the Surrency house."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">The rambling, two-story structure that once served as a railroad hotel in the tiny town of Surrency in south Georgia's Appling County was reputed to be the most haunted house in America. In its heyday, from 1885 to 1925, some 20,000 curiosity-seekers, including newspaper reporters, clergymen and scientists, flocked there to observe the strange goings-on.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">After watching several ink bottles leap from a table and listening to unearthly screams inside a bedroom, a reporter from the <i>Savannah Morning News</i> wrote: "The whole house is clothed in darkness and . . . bears the spirit of the supernatural."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">That same reporter said he watched the hands on a clock "move around with exceeding rapid motion. . . . It would pause and strike oddly, and this went on for 17 minutes."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">A reporter from <i>The Atlanta Constitution</i> said that logs kept rolling out of the fireplace and that books mysteriously fell off shelves. The reporter fled the house when several hogs and chickens suddenly appeared in the living room from out of nowhere.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Stories about the Surrency haunting appeared in newspapers as far away as Russia and Greece. Dozens of books were written about it.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Phillip Dukes, who ran a local grocery store, remembers stories handed down by his grandmother about the house. "She used to spend the night there often because she was Mrs. Surrency's sister. A lot of times when she put her shoes under her bed at night, she'd wake up next morning and find them out in the hallway. That happened so many times she came to expect it every night."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">According to the late Rev. Henry Tillman, the supernatural forces haunting the Surrency house rarely disappointed visitors. The Rev. Tillman said his father often described how objects in the house would dance on the table at mealtimes, bedcovers would roll up and down at night, and glowing red eyes would hover over the railroad tracks directly in front of the house.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">"My daddy was one of the most honest men who ever lived," Mr. Tillman said. "When he said he saw those things, he really saw them."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Eager to rid their home of their unnatural guests, the Surrency family -- for whom the town is named -- sought the help of scientists, ministers, mediums and psychics. But efforts to drive away the ghost -- or ghosts -- were unsuccessful. If anything, they seemed to make matters worse. Windows suddenly began to shatter at random, doors refused to stay closed -- even when locked -- and scissors and irons flew across rooms.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Tradition has it that a murder was behind the Surrency haunting. One story says that a railroad worker was killed outside the home and that his spirit plagued the house and its occupants until the house went up in flames in 1925.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Another version holds that owner Allen Surrency was rumored to be in league with the devil. One witness recounted how Mr. Surrency once demonstrated his arcane powers by running a stick completely through his hand without spilling a drop of blood.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">According to tradition, the ghost -- or ghosts -- continued to torment the Surrency family long after they moved to another home.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">"That thing haunted Old Man Surrency until the day he died," said one old-timer. "But when he was buried, the haunting stopped."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Well folks...in conclusion, I just have to say that there are some things in this world that we may <i>never</i> understand, and I believe Surrency, Georgia is one of those things. We may get <i>closer</i> to the truth, but who really knows <i>for sure</i> what caused the crazy disturbances in that town? Scientists and researchers of many kind are still searching for the answers. It's not just the ghosts and the spook light that fascinate them, but the geological differences as well. Surrency has made them have to re-think the way they thought the earth worked. And one thing is certain...it's sure keepin' them on their toes, whether they're studying a seismic graph...or runnin' from a spook light! ;)</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Till next time...this is lil Queenie saying... <b><i>"Stay safe and keep those night lights burnin' bright!" </i></b></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Below is an eye-witness testimony from</b></span><b> "Vidaliasweetonion" at "<span style="font-size: small;">ghostsofamerica.com"</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">(edited by yours truly:) </span></b><br />
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<b>"I saw the spotlight ghost on the Railroad tracks in Surrency, Georgia when I was a teenager in high school. It was my best friend and I, and our boyfriends out together one night, trying to decide on something different to do.<br />
We bravely decided to drive to Surrency and park under the bridge, then walk down the tracks in hopes of seeing the spotlight ghost. So many of our friends had done it and they said it was for real! We lived about 30 minutes away from the town, so by the time we got there, (even though we were all a bit creeped out from driving that dark, lonely highway for so long) we had to go through with it.</b><br />
<b>As we pulled down the lane to park under the bridge, scary, satanic-looking graffiti jumped out at us as the car's headlights hit them. We parked and my best friend shut off the car. We all got out and set out down the tracks, making a promise that no matter what we saw, we wouldn't run. The night was very still and dark with no stars and no moon, but as our eyes adjusted, we could see that the track seemed to go on forever with dense, tall, pine forests starting at about 25 feet from the track on either side. </b><br />
<b>As we got to about the 200 yard line, we had relaxed by then and were laughing and cuttin' up when suddenly, my best friend said ''Look!'' and we all looked up to see a tiny white/yellow light a good 100 yards ahead of us.</b><br />
<b>We froze in disbelief as the light grew brighter and appeared to be moving toward us gradually down the tracks. As it swayed and hovered (all the while coming closer) it started to turn greenish, then bluish, then purplish, then red, and that's when she said ''Y'all, it looks like its moving <i>faster</i> now! '' That's when I looked behind me to see that my brave boyfriend and hers had just turned on their heels and were high-tailing it back to the car!</b><br />
<b>I didn't need any more convincing either and grabbed my friend's hand. We were turning and running after the boys as fast as we could, without tripping over the cross-ties. We all made it back to the car and piled in, locking the doors behind us. She cranked up, kicked it in reverse and we backed out of that spot with the headlights once again lighting up the devilish faces and symbols of the local graffiti artists work under the bridge.</b><br />
<b>We freaked out the whole way home, and my friend's boyfriend was unusually quiet. He did not want to discuss it <i>at all!</i> It scared him <i>that</i> bad! I couldn't explain it, but knowing it's there is enough for me! I will <i>not</i> be back to those tracks again!"</b><br />
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<b>I hope you enjoyed today's entry and that you'll join me for the conclusion of "Spooky Surrency".....materializing sooooooon!</b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">From americanghoststories.com:</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">"Way down south in Georgia, in a railroad settlement on the edge of the Altamaha River Swamp, people talked about the Surrency ghost as if its reign were only yesterday. But it was more than a century ago, in the late 1870s, that the hotel of the Allen Surrency family – the family for whom the town was named- became center stage for one of the most spectacular hauntings in American history. In less than a decade, news of the strange happenings at the Surrency home had spread all across the country with thousands of journalists, scientists and curiosity-seekers pouring in to investigate.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Diaries, books, newspaper and magazine reports and hundreds of personal accounts vividly describe the unearthly activities that occurred in that house:</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">tables and chairs flying through the air, mirrors exploding in hallways, clocks running wild, hot bricks raining from the sky, mysterious noises ranging from sorrowful weeping to sadistic bursts of unexplained laughter.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Only a handful of oldtimers are still around who actually saw the house; fewer are alive today who witnessed the spooky manifestations before the structure went up in flames early one Sunday morning in 1912. Those who remember speak nostalgically of their town’s infamous ghost, pleased at the attention their community once received.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Phillip Dukes, who ran a local grocery store until his death in 1985, did not believe in ghosts. But in an interview with an Atlanta newspaper right before he died, the elderly Surrency native said he didn’t “doubt for a moment” the veracity of accounts handed down to him from his grandmother. “She used to spend the night at the house often, because she was Mrs.Surrency’s sister. A lot of times when she put her shoes under her bed at night, she’d wake up next morning and find them out in the hallway. That happened so many times she came to expect it every night. She never figured out what caused it, so she thought it must have been the ghost.”</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">The late Hershel Tillman, a longtime postal carrier for the Surrency district, was also convinced that ghosts were responsible for the haunting. As a boy, he visited the Surrency house many times, but it was stories related to him by his father, uncle and other relatives that convinced him there was more to the Surrency ghost than just talk. “No doubt about it, a ghost was involved,” Tillman said. “I wasn’t old enough to understand, but the poor people who lived in that house always had trouble going to sleep once the ghost invaded the place.”</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">And from about.com:</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"></div><h3 style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">In the early 1870s, a Georgia family was at the center of a whirlwind of bizarre and sometimes violent poltergeist activity</h3><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">"That place was possessed by something evil."</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">That was the opinion of Herschel Tillman when he recalled his many visits to the home of Allen Powel Surrency when he was a boy in the early 1870s. He was just one of the thousands of witnesses to the strange and sometimes violent paranormal activity that plagued the Surrency home, making it one of the most well-known and witnessed cases of this kind in American history.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Allen Powel Surrency, a saw mill operator, was the founder of the small town of Surrency in southeastern Georgia. When returning home from a trip to Hazelhurst in October, 1872, he found his house beset with the haunting. In a letter he wrote to the <i>Savannah Morning News</i> he said:</div><blockquote class="no" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">"A few minutes after my arrival, I saw the glass tumblers begin to slide off the slab and the crockery to fall upon the floor and break. The books began to tumble from their shelves to the floor, while brickbats, billets of wood, smoothing irons, biscuits, potatoes, tin pans, water buckets, pitchers, etc., began to fall in different parts of my house. There have been many other strange occurrences about my house. These facts can be established by 75 or 100 witnesses."</blockquote><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">On the face of it, it sounds as if Surrency's house might have suffered an earthquake. In fact, that theory has been offered to explain the phenomena at the house. But that explanation does not hold up to scrutiny: the strange activity lasted weeks, even years off and on; the Surrency house was the only one affected; and an earthquake could not explain all of the bizarre phenomena described below.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">And although the Surrency phenomena is usually referred to as a haunting and was attributed by witnesses to ghosts, the case actually has the earmarks of <a href="http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghosthuntinggeninfo/f/what-poltergeist.htm">poltergeist activity</a>, which is a psychic phenomenon rather than one that is caused by a residual or intelligent haunting. In fact, there seem to have been no reports of an apparition at Surrency.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Most poltergeist cases center around an "agent," usually a female of the age of puberty. At the time, the <a href="http://gen.aircw.com/getperson.php?personID=I10809&tree=air" target="_blank">Surrency family</a> had eight children ranging in age from 3 to 21.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">News of this "haunting" spread like wildfire, and soon Surrency was the center of a media frenzy. Reporters and curiosity seekers from all over the country (and even England and Canada) descended on the little town in hopes of seeing the activity first-hand. Few were disappointed.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Like the famous <a href="http://paranormal.about.com/od/trueghoststories/a/aa041706.htm">Bell Witch</a> case, the poltergeist activity at the Surrency house was extreme and diverse. Here are just some of the reported phenomena:</div><ul style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><li>Unexplained screams were heard</li>
<li>Voices came from an empty bedroom</li>
<li>Plates, platters and books flew from their shelves</li>
<li>Ink bottles leap off a table</li>
<li>Doors opened and closed by unseen hands</li>
<li>The hands of clocks spun fast and even moved backward; a chime clock struck 13</li>
<li>Hot bricks fell from nowhere and landed on the roof and in the yard</li>
<li>A pair of boots trod across the floor on their own</li>
<li>At mealtimes, objects on the dinner table would "dance" around</li>
<li>Logs rolled out of the fireplace</li>
<li>Several hogs and chickens appeared in the living room, seemingly from nowhere, frightening one reporter out of his wits</li>
<li>Bedcovers rolled up and down at night</li>
</ul><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">In an effort to rid his house and family of the terrifying activity, Surrency sought the help of the clergy, scientists as well as spirit mediums and psychics - all to no avail. Even after the house burned down in 1925, the activity followed the family to their new home on the other side of the county.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">It wasn't until Allen Surrency's death in 1877, it is said, that the haunting finally stopped. Some, however, say it continues to this day around the town of Surrency. In fact, there is a <a href="http://paranormal.about.com/od/earthmysteries/ig/Spooklights--Where-to-Find-Them/Surrency-Spooklight.htm">famous ghost light</a> there - a bright yellow ball of light that appears along the railroad tracks.</div><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;">Stay Tuned For Part Two, Coming Soon! </span>Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949117476641174988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113318997295005090.post-80662604292313395262012-03-16T08:13:00.000-07:002012-03-16T08:13:10.463-07:00Trippy Tale # 62..."The Old Wallpaper"<div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hello & thanks for visiting the playhouse! </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today's tale is one of my favorites. I may have posted it before, but it deserves another round of reading, because this one is a really fascinating story! It comes from Mary C. at about.com:</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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Both are very intelligent and are not prone to bouts of idiocy or live in a fantasy world. But my grandmother told me of something strange that happened to her when she was a little girl. She swears it really happened, and I believe her to the fullest.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">When she was around the age of 8, her family moved into a rather run-down neighborhood. The house next to hers stood vacant and she never remembered anyone living there at all the entire time her family lived next door. The kids in the neighborhood would make up stories, as kids do, and call the house haunted. She said that even at one time, there was a family of squatters that resided there, but they didn't stay long, only a couple weeks and seemed to leave in a hurry.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">One day, for reasons that she cannot recall, her older brother took her into the house to explore. There wasn't much to it, but she says she distinctly remembered a room upstairs that had yellowed wallpaper. On the wallpaper were vertical lines of vines and leaves with doves or pigeons sitting in them. For some reason, the room felt eerie and they left soon afterward. She said that when her parents found out that they had gone in there, they were very angry with her brother and told them never to go in there again in case they fell through the weakening floorboards.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some days later, my grandmother and her brother were walking home from school. As they neared their house, they heard a strange fluttering sound, and to their astonishment, what seemed like hundreds of doves or pigeons were flying out of one of the upstairs windows of the vacant house. The next day, curiosity got the better of them and my grandmother and her brother again went into the house. But they couldn't find the room with the yellowed wallpaper and doves. They checked everywhere twice over, yet never found the room.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Confused, the children left the house, and that's when her brother noticed he had accidently dropped his toy truck somewhere. He told her to wait while he dashed back in the house to look for it. A few minutes later, her brother returned, looking very pale. She asked him if he found his truck and he simply nodded, but didn't say anything, and they walked back to their house.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Later in the evening, my grandmother asked him if she could see his truck and he said that it was back in the vacant house. Miffed, my grandmother demanded to know why he didn't retrieve it and her brother turned to her, wide-eyed, and stated that the truck was on the wall in one of the upstairs rooms. On the wall? What did that mean? He tried to explain that it seemed to be <em>painted</em> on the wall and got angry when my grandmother continued to ask him to explain. He never did truly explain what he meant and soon got so angry with her frequent questions that she stopped asking them.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Whether he was telling the truth or not, she wasn't sure, but it seemed like he had been. They never returned to the old house and eventually moved out. My grandmother told this story to me when I was younger and I have always associated England with this story."</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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