Trippy Tale #2..."The Head"

"THE HEAD"

(Sorry there's no picture, but I couldn't find one creepy enough to match this story...you'll just have to use your imagination!)

"Looking back after 34 years, I can say with a fair amount of certainty that the house I grew up in on Main Street of Pine Island, Minnesota, was not haunted...

Any creepy feelings or strange bump- in-the-night memories can now easily be explained away by casting the blanket of "overactive child's imagination" over the incident.

Except, of course, for one particular incident...

When I was three years old, I still shared a room with my older brother, who was five.

I don't remember the month, the day of the week, or even what season it was when this event occurred, but I do distinctly remember waking up in my bed lying flat on my back looking up at the ceiling.

There was a slanted rectangle of light created by the moon shining through the window.

I remember wondering what had woken me, when in the space of a breath, a desperate feeling of sick dread filled my entire body.

I turned my head to the left, and there, at the side of my bed, was a small, thin, human head, approximately six inches away from my face, with it's chin resting on the side of my mattress.

I have always known exactly what a rabbit feels when it quits breathing and becomes still as a stone when confronted with danger, because that is precisely what I did.

I felt my skin grow cold and for the first (and up to now, the last) time in my life, when I experienced pure terror.

My bladder released itself but I didn't move a muscle...didn't blink...didn't even want to breathe.

I remember the head had very pale, pasty skin with lips that were pulled up away from the very human looking teeth as if they were dried out.

The hair was black, coarse, and lank, but I remember individual hairs sticking up on the top, like a person who hasn't combed their hair in a very long time.

I could see the moonlight glinting off the whites of the left eye, but the right eye was in shadow. The irises were just dark.

After a time, which must have been only seconds, I was able to gather up enough courage to close my eyes.

At this point, I remember saying silently to myself over and over again "please go please go please go please go..."

There was a barely perceptible whisper of movement on the mattress and with it, the cold fear disappeared.

I opened my eyes, and it was gone.

I remember moving to the far side of the bed and telling myself to stay awake until dawn, but I cannot say for sure whether or not I made it.

Many years later, while telling ghost stories with some friends in my freshman year of college, a boy related the tale of seeing a thin, grey-skinned arm covered with black, wiry hair come up to the side of his crib and wave back and forth at him.

I told my story of the head, and for some reason, we both became convinced it was the same creature.

Who knows?"

(Submitted by "Anon" @ "Castle of Spirits" .com)

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Be sure to watch close at 30 seconds, and 1:00!!

See ya next time kids!

Until then, be sure to keep those night lights burnin' bright! ;)

~Queenie~
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Trippy Tale #1 (Gone But Not Forgotten)

Hi kids!

As promised, here is the beginning of a whole new set of spine-tingling tales!

I will be numbering them, to keep them in order, in case you miss a day or two...and just to make things easier on myself as well.

Today's Tale is about a lady who thought she had finally found her dream house...but it soon became a SCREAM house!

I hope you enjoy it! ;)

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

(A TRUE STORY)

"I first moved into the old house in October 1995...


It was a rather large place, but not all my own. Built in the 1920's, the house was eventually split into two duplex homes. On one side was a studio (where I lived), on the other, was a two bedroom town home.

The attic to the entire house was sealed off, and was situated directly above my back room, which consisted of a make-shift bedroom, and a dining room.


My very first night, I heard creaking above me. It was windy that night, and I figured an attic was an attic, drafty. It sounded as if something was swinging back and forth.

 I heard the noise on a consistent basis throughout the rest of the fall and winter, so sure that the seasonal elements was the cause of this, at first, disturbing noise, and then later, just annoying.

As spring came into existence, warmer weather and calmer winds began settling in. But the creaking still kept on.

Eventually, I asked my neighbor, who lived in the town home part of the duplex, if she knew what the mysterious noise was. She said she had not heard the creaking, and her bedroom wall was connected to the sealed off attic.


As the years wore on, I grew accustomed the noise, but other things began to take place...


One night, I awoke to scratching on the inside of my chimney.


Deemed a fire hazard, my landlady had the chimney sealed off from the fireplace years ago, so I was assured that whatever creature had gotten inside the chimney, would not get inside my home.

When I reported this to her, she informed me that she had the top of the chimney sealed off with cement to ensure the very thing I suspected would not happen. The scratching eventually stopped, but it gave me an uneasy and eerie feeling.

On several occasions, I woke up with the feeling of two people standing over me.


I had convinced myself that I was just letting my imagination run away with me. I lost lots of sleep over it though.



I had a storage closet, which was underneath the stairs of the town home, and on several instances when I knew my neighbor was not home, there was constant running up and down the stairs, like that of a child. My neighbor had no children.

I had lived there three years, when one day, I was visiting with my new supervisor at work. She had noticed my address from my employee file, and told me she lived a few houses down twenty five years earlier.

She asked me if I lived in the brick house on the corner. When I told her I did, she asked me if I knew the history of the house? This is what she told me...

Back in 1926, a young man built the house for his wife and new born baby boy. Shortly after moving in, his wife died of pneumonia. As the man's son got older, he had become a very adventurous lad. During the Christmas holidays in 1933, the boy's father, and whatever extended family were visiting, awoke to an empty child's bed.


Convinced his son had gone looking for Santa Claus in the middle of the night, (as he was talking excitedly about him the night before) the family frantically searched the snowy grounds, calling his name. The boy was not found...that day.


In the evening, trying to get him to relax, the man's sister started a fire in the fireplace to warm the house up.


As the fire blazed larger, brighter, hotter, twigs and small branches and leaves began falling into the fireplace from where that had become trapped inside the chimney. The family, gathered in the dining room, heard a loud crash, and went racing into the parlor.


There, in the dark pit of the fireplace, was the body of a young boy. It was the man's son. The forceful elements of the fire had loosened his body from the confines of the chimney. There was no physical evidence that the boy had met with foul play, and was quickly disposed of as such, so his death was ruled accidental.


It was determined, that the boy may have attempted to climb the chimney in pursuit of Santa Claus, and simply got stuck and suffocated.

Years would pass since the tragic accident of the boy in the chimney. One fall day in 1962, the local police received a call from a woman, claiming she had not seen her neighbor for nearly two weeks. If he had gone away, he would have told her so she could watch over the house. It worried her that his car was still in the driveway.

She explained that he was a lonely old man who had lost his wife and son in separate tragedies many years ago. The police arrived to investigate his house. The search found no one home. As the police were leaving, the neighbor asked if they had checked the attic. It was an odd attic, as it was a part of the second floor, and not at the very top of the house, like most attics.


It was hard to catch, because the door to the attic was inside one of the bedrooms, and looked like a closet door. When the police found the attic door, they stepped through, and observed the old man the neighbor had been distraught about.


There he was, hanging from the rafters of the attic, and lightly swinging in the drafty fall breezes that filled the attic with coldness...and when he swung, there was an eerie, chilling creakiness."

-Anonymous

Be sure to "hang around" for more chilling tales of the paranormal...

~Queenie~

Jumpin' Through Hoops For Blogger!

Well kids, for those of you who aren't aware of it, I lost my old blog at blogger.

But here I am again...with a "new" blog!

(I know, it looks just like the old blog huh?)

But it's NOT! >:(

I tried and tried to recover my old account, but I couldn't.

I'm not even sure HOW it happened, but lemme tell ya, if ya ever lose your blog at blogger, it is IMPOSSIBLE to get it back!

(At least not with out jumpin' through about a thousand hoops!)

I gave up at about 500.  :/

For those of you who want to view the "old" blog, here's the link:
http://queeniescrib.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-trippy-tid-bitlittle-girl-lost.html

Unfortunately, the last post there, was INDEED, the LAST post there!

I can still view the old posts, but I can't add any new posts to THAT blog.

I sincerely hope I can get my old readers & followers back.

I'll do my best.

It can't be any harder than what I've been through with blogger over the past week! :/

Anyway...

I don't give up easily, and the blog must go on!

So with out further delay...follow the link below to the first terrifying tale!

http://lilqueeniesparanormalplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/trippy-tale-1.html

~Queenie~