Trippy Tale #15..."Devil Baby"

By E. Alvarez @ about.com/paranormal

"About eight years ago, I was at the end of my first marriage. This man was very abusive to our children and me....

He had gotten this way our last few months together as a family...the drinking and the beatings were getting out of hand, so I knew I had to leave and save our children from a terrible fate.

I will never forget it...it was on a cold, crisp, Friday night, during the first week of November, and I was counting the days until my children and I went home to my mother's.

 Just four more days...

 My ex had just arrived home from work, and was preparing to leave on a night out with his friends. That night before he left, he made sure to punch me around a little before his buddy came to pick him up.

Just then, we heard someone honking outside; that was his cue to leave. He told me that if I screwed up in any way by the time he got home, he would make sure that he would beat me down to hell! He said it in such an evil way, that it sent a cold rush down my spine.

All I knew was that he was gone for a few hours and I would have enough time to figure out how I would leave, and to make sure he had not found my secret spot where I hid the money I had been saving up to leave.

I went upstairs to make sure the children were tucked in and asleep, and they were all sound asleep. Walking down the hall, I noticed a window open I had forgotten to close.

As I got closer, I noticed something small move right across the window. It scared me at first, but then I assumed it was just my imagination & I went ahead and shut the window.

As I was walking downstairs, I heard something moving around outside. I stood still for a moment, then shrugged it off and went downstairs to the den.

I started calculating all of the expenses we would have for our journey across Texas, when all of the sudden, I heard what seemed to be an infant baby crying.

It scared the daylights out of me, especially knowing none of my neighbors had newborn children, and because everyone's houses were pretty far apart.

I got up and started lowering some of the blinds that were still up. Just then it occurred to me that maybe it was my ex and his friends playing a joke outside, so I grabbed a flashlight and went outside.

I went around the house, but found nothing or no one. I went inside immediately, because the whole time, it felt like I was being watched by something.

I got inside and locked the door behind me. I looked up at the clock to see that it was close to midnight, so I decided to finish up with my escape plan and then watch some TV.

About 30 minutes later, I finally sat down to watch TV and relax a little before going to bed. Just then, I heard someone ringing the doorbell and banging on the front door. I knew who that was.

As I opened the door, I saw my ex standing there all out of breath and pale. He had some scrapes on his face and hands. All I could see was the cold air coming in and out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

I started to ask him what was wrong. All of a sudden, he looked behind him. He let out this horrific loud cry, then pushed me aside so he could get in to lock the door behind him.

I followed him all around the house, asking him what had happened. He never said one word. He just went upstairs to the master bathroom and sat on the floor, where he continued to shake vigorously with fear.

As he sat there, I continued to examine the cuts and scrapes all over his hands, knees and elbows. He had mud all over his shoes and clothes, and grass stains on his jeans.

 I got up and started to get a washcloth when he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down until I was sitting right in front of him.

He began by telling me that his friends had left the bar before he did, and so he decided to walk home.

He took a short-cut across the old wooden bridge by Whispering Creek, when all of the sudden, he felt a cold rush of air, and then everything went dead silent.

As he got to the middle of the bridge, he said he heard the cries of a newborn. He said it startled him because there are no homes anywhere near that bridge.

As he looked over the bridge, he said he saw a small white blanket with something moving around in it. That's when heard the baby cry again.

Very quickly, he ran down the hill by the bridge to grab this abandoned baby...

He bent over and picked the baby up, and as he was holding it, he pulled the blanket from its head and said the baby couldn't have been more than a week old.

He said that just then, the baby stopped crying and opened its eyes. This is when my ex started shaking even more.

What he told me after this, will haunt my mind for the rest of my life...

He said that the baby's eyes were pitch black with no white anywhere around them.

Then the baby looked directly at him and said with a deep demonic voice, "Look, daddy, I have teeth!" as it was pointing at these very pointy teeth.

My ex said that he completely froze as that thing began to laugh in a very demonic tone... "Muahahahahahaha!!!"

He then dropped it and ran out of that ditch where he proceeded to run home as fast as he could, falling and tripping.

He said that thing followed him home, jumping from tree to tree, laughing at him and calling him a "bad daddy."

As he was standing on the porch banging on our front door, the demon baby was perched in our front tree, holding on to a branch with one hand and putting his finger over his lips saying "Shh."

I told my mother about this when my children and I arrived there. She said that only a man who abuses his children and wife is a man that has the devil in him.

My mother also said that the devil baby my ex had encountered was real, and that it was a symbol of who he himself had become.

My mother continued to tell me that the reason I heard that thing outside, was probably so I would know later that my ex's encounter was all true.

My children and I have not had contact with him since... and none of us seem to mind!"



(wow...that's one dirty diaper I wouldn't wanna change!)

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale #14..."Haunted Trailer"

Haunted Trailer

(by MJ @ about.com/paranormal)

"As a kid, there was a space of about four years that my mom, stepdad, sister and I shared a 3 bedroom, 2 bath double-wide...

This was not in a trailer park, but rather, on an acre of land in North Florida, where we had neighbors, as well as open land around us. In other words, we were in the country, but we were nowhere overly remote.

My mom and stepdad were catering a party, and they entrusted me with my sister for the night. At the time, my sister was around four years old.

My friend that lived across the street, Marlie, was also staying over to keep us company, and we were told that if anything went wrong, to go back to Marlie's house, because her mother was home.

There was no contact number for my mother, which worried her particularly, but I assured her that we would be okay. After all, I was in 7th grade, had always been a responsible girl, and I seriously wanted for Mom to trust me to stay home alone at night whether I was babysitting or not.

Before I go further, I must mention that there had been some paranormal phenomena in this place, but it was minor, like an occasional flash in the corner of one's eye that was not convincing enough to be called "spooky." I never gave these incidents a whole lot of thought, and never mentioned them to Marlie, much less my little sister.

The night began on a fun note. We ate an incredible meal that Mom had left for us, my sister was behaving, and for the most part, playing with our calico kitten, Katie. All of us were in the living room watching television. Then, we heard the noises in my mother's bedroom. She had a creaky bed that made noises when anyone sat on it, and that was the first thing we heard, followed by the slamming open of the sliding closet door.

Being the "brave" one, I went to investigate, and found that there was an impression on the bed that looked as though someone were lying on it, and the closet door was wide open.

Even my little sister knew something was amiss here, because my mother's nickname is "Mrs. Clean" and you can bounce quarters off a bed made by her!  Leaving a closet door open is almost a mortal sin! Marlie and I laughingly blamed a ghost, and were about to sit down once more, when we heard yet another noise...

This time, the noise had come from my bedroom.

Anyone that has ever lived in a trailer will know that footsteps and anything dropped, will be heard even in the largest of trailers, and this sounded like someone had taken a large book and thrown it to the floor. It was really LOUD!

By this time, my sister was clutching her cat, (whom I desperately wanted to blame for this stuff) in her arms, looking nervous, and Marlie, like me, kept her cool for the toddler's sake. The three of us went to investigate, and found that my room was undisturbed.

Then, the noises began to come from everywhere!

There was loud banging on the windows, and we ran from window to window hoping to catch whoever it was trying to scare us, because we wanted to think that someone was out there trying to freak us out, even though it would not have explained what happened in my mom's room and mine.

There was nothing, and it was a moonlit night, so anyone that might have been in the yard would have had a hard time hiding, much less banging on more than one window at once, which is what it culminated to.

At this point, Marlie armed herself with a baseball bat, and I took up a butcher knife, and we all camped out in the kitchen to decide what to do...

I thought to make a run for Marlie's mom, but Marlie talked me out of it, thinking that if there were living culprits, they might still be out there, and opening the door would be more dangerous than just staying put. We could not call Marlie's mom because their phone was broken. My sister was in hysterics at this point, and the noises had not stopped.

Calming my sister down enough to make her listen, I told her that I was going to call the police, and not to tell Mom, or she would be afraid to let me babysit ever again.

When the police arrived, they looked all over the property for footprints around the house and found none. We calmly explained what had happened, and Marlie's mom, seeing the commotion, came over, backing up our story about my mother's whereabouts and assuring the police that neither Marlie nor myself were the type to make things up. The police left, and Marlie's mom listened to the story once more.

She was convinced that it was nothing living, but graciously gave her daughter the choice as to whether or not she wanted to stay. Marlie, surprisingly, decided to stay, and we set up a signal, so that if we needed her mom to return, we could just flash the living room lights three times. Things quieted down after that.

Shortly afterward, the three of us camped out in my room with the cat. Marlie and I had a hard time sleeping, but did not want to leave my sister alone while she slept, still cuddled with her tolerant cat.

For hours, we could hear the whisperings of what seemed like a group of people outside the bedroom door, that were just quiet enough to be heard without their words being understood.  

We were so relieved when my mom got home, but I never told her what had happened until the next day, when my sister started to talk about it, breaking her promise, as four year olds will do.


To this day, I still don't know what to make of what happened there that night!

Weird things always happened in that trailer, but never to that degree before or since. My sister, now 22, remembers this event as though it happened yesterday, young as she was.

When we talk about it now, we still don't understand it."

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Trippy Tale #13..."She Stole My Breath"

"Let me assure you, this story is completely true. I wish it wasn't.
 
My Grandparents owned an older home, approximately 200 years old now. This home had a small apartment within it. My parents had lived in the apartment when they were first married. At 16 years old, my Grandparents allowed me to live there, alone.
 
There was always an uncomfortable feeling about the little apartment, like someone watching you. It was eerie, and everyone who had been there, had sensed it. No one liked to be left alone there, myself included.
 
I would frequently invite my friends to spend the night, just so I wasn't always alone there. My best friend, Barb, was spending the night with me one cold winter evening. So cold in fact, that I had dragged my mattress out to the living room, the warmest room in the apartment.
 
Barb was sleeping on the couch, and I drifted off moments later. I was sound asleep, flat on my back. I felt it before I saw it. Before opening my eyes, I was aware that someone was laying on top of me, and quite heavy at that!
 
For a split second, the moment before opening my eyes, I wondered, "Has Barb lost her marbles?!"
 
Then after a few blinks, I saw it.
 
A woman, completely white from head to toe. I could see her white hair floating about her. She was somehow, ghastly! I can't explain it really, she just was.
 
I was overwhelmed with fear; I had to, needed to, wanted to scream! I opened my mouth to draw in a breath. I felt my lungs empty, like I had fallen on my back and the wind was forced out. I could not scream because she had sucked the life breath from me!
 
Then the weight began to lift, first from my chest then mid-section. I began to gasp for air, staring wide eyed at her face.
 
Finally, she completely raised herself off of me, and then.... she smiled. I will never get the picture out of my mind -- a most horrid smile, a look of satisfaction.

Then she was gone.
 
As soon as the fear had subsided enough for my breath and my speech to return, I did scream! Barb awoke from her place on the sofa. "What's wrong??" she asked. I told her my story, crying as I spoke. Barb told me I was dreaming, and to forget about it.
 
Well, I tried.
 
10 years later at 26, it still bothers me. I still can't sleep on my back.
 
One night a few months ago, I was visiting my Mother. After a few glasses of wine, I began my story...the story of how I once thought I saw a ghost.
 
You may recall, at the beginning of the story, I mentioned my parents had been tenants in the same apartment before me.
 
I had got to the part in my story where I first felt it on me. Then my Mother piped up nonchalantly and said, "Oh, she's the one that takes your breath away."
 
My heart sank, or maybe it was in my throat, I don't recall which, but I do know I was pale. That moment was when I knew for sure that it had really happened to me.
 
As it turned out, my mother had the same experience, three times while living there!
 
Well, like I said..... I don't sleep on my back anymore!"

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale #12..."THE FEAR IS REAL!"...The TRUE Story Of "The Haunting In Connecticut"

Hey y'all! Welcome back to the playhouse!

Today's ghostly goody is the "Reinvestigation" of "The Haunting In Connecticut"

(The TRUE story!) Not the HOLLYWOOD story!

Now that's not saying the Hollywood story wasn't a good one...I'm always up for a good scare!

But this video lifts the blinders off and tells what really took place in that old haunted funeral home, back in 1987...

Oh and by the way...something rather strange happened during the making of this video, involving a crucifix...it was crazy!

But like I said...I'm always up for a good scare...

(And scare me, it did! ;)

Let me know what'cha think about it!

~Queenie~

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Trippy Tale #11...(Videos)..."Update On The Shadow Dude"

Hey y'all,

So I was just watchin' some "Unsolved Mysteries" videos on youtube...(I used to never miss that show!) when I realized that the boy in the video was being tormented by none other than THE HAT MAN SHADOW DUDE!

I tell ya, this guy is EVERY WHERE!!!!

Be sure to watch parts one AND two!

So what do you think?

Maybe there's a reason why some people see him/it and others don't?

I really wanna get to the bottom of this mystery, because this guy has been seen way too much for there not to be something to it!

If any of you have seen this shadow dude, please drop me a line. 

I would really like to hear your story.

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale #10...(Part Three)...My Final Thoughts On "The Hat Man"

The Hat Man In Brazil-By Jason Offutt

The young man lived in a rental house a few doors from the home where H.W.* grew up in southern Brazil. A few years later, the young man moved out, a husband and wife moved in.

Although these people didn’t, and don’t, know one another, they had something in common – they knew something dark often walked the halls of that house.

“The male was a young lawyer starting out, while the female was an architect/homemaker,” H.W. said. “They both knocked on my mother’s door a bit distraught.”

There were years between the knocks – one in the mid-1990s, the other in early 2000, but the people behind the knocks told the same story.

“They described how a dark shadow wearing a fedora hat would frequently walk by them and disappear through the walls,” H.W. said. “Both residents described the black Shadow figure as being in the shape of an old man.”

This Shadow figure, a paranormal entity called the Hat Man, is usually an ominous figure. People often report feeling the entity is somehow feeding from their fear. However, H.W. doesn’t think this Hat Man was threatening.

“As far as I know, the Hat Man wasn’t a menace to them,” H.W. said. “He would just walk by and go right through the walls, in a silent manner, without ever acknowledging their presence.”

The witnesses came to H.W.’s mother’s door, he feels, because she was the oldest person living on the street. As such, she knew the person who built the house. The man, who died in the late 1950s, often wore a fedora, although that style was common in Brazil at the time.

“It was customary for Brazilians to wear those hats up to mid-’60s, as their style was highly influenced by Hollywood,” H.W. said. “My late father used to wear those hats as any young professional.”

These shadowy, fedora-wearing figures have been reported worldwide, from North America to Europe, South Africa and Australia. Although Hollywood’s images are far-reaching, the presence of this entity on multiple continents has H.W. curious.

“It’s an intriguing story indeed, especially since other sightings of the same type (are) happening all over the world,” H.W. said. “I wouldn’t be sharing this story if it wasn’t because of the fedora hat detail, which immediately called my attention. Why the hat?”

Although H.W.’s mother is now deceased, his family still owns their home and when he visits, he walks past the old house where the Hat Man wanders the halls. The building is now a day care center.

“It’s full of little kids who spend most of the day in there,” H.W. said. “I sometimes feel the urge to ask the teachers or caretakers, without specifics, if they ever see anything unusual in that place. But I feel reluctant, considering the nature of their business and potential legal implications for unproven rumors.”

The last report H.W. heard from that house was from the couple in 2000, but remembers all the witnesses to be sincere.

“My family believed both witnesses for describing the same exactly scenario years apart from each other, also because both had stable backgrounds,” H.W. said. “What are the odds that two different tenants would describe, many years apart, the same peculiar event, without ever knowing each other?”

From "Mike" @ The Psychic Detective Site:
"It looks like I'm not crazy after all! I have encountered shadow people whe I was very young, possibly at the age of 9. I contracted the flu and had a very high fever. I went into the kitchen to cool myself off with some cold water and when I turned my head right to face the dining room, I saw around 7 to 11 shadow people moving around the table counter-clockwise, at a fast pace. Their appearance is still clear to me. Tall, thin, no feet or facial features, all black, and to say the least, having long top hats. I was then rushed to the hospital for treatment, then brought back home. Years later, I told my younger brother about my experience, and to my suprise, he had seen the exact same thing when he'd almost died from a fever at the age of 6. I remembered the incident, but had never asked him. The beings were in the living room. This is no joke! Those things are very real and are not up to no good! Terrifying as hell!"
-Mike.

Hunter3339 writes:
"When I was seven, maybe even eight years old, I slept in my parents bed, because it was raining out. I saw what appeared to be a tall shadow with a cow boy hat and a long jacket, on the left hand side of their bedroom. I've been doing research on it and they call it/him "The Hat Man." It seems that he comes to children in their room while they are sleeping. Also, around that time, my little brother who was three or four, was in his room whistling a strange tune. Me and my younger and older sister heard him, so we went to see what was going on, cause he didn't know how to whistle. We went to his room and asked him where he learned it, and he said that the "black man" taught him. My father has seen a black shadow his whole life. What does he want? Is he evil? Who might he be?"


Cath @ ghost theory.com writes:
"The hat man visited me in my late teens at my parent’s home in Perth, Western Australia. He only visited me once, and I am so very thankful I have never seen him again. He exuded pure evil, and his presence totally scared the crap out of me.
I was asleep in my bed and I woke up in the middle of the night. Wide awake. He was standing at the end of my bed staring at me, watching me. He didn’t move or say anything to me, he was just watching me.
I was terrified (I thought I had an intruder in my room) and immediately squirmed under my blankets. After about 20 minutes of nothing happening and my heart thumping so hard it was painful I gathered the courage to pull down the covers and switch on the light in one swift movement. He was gone. My bedroom door was closed and I checked everywhere in the room. No sign of him!
To describe him, he was much taller than an average man and wearing a coat and top hat. The brim of the hat wasn’t as wide as shown in the pictures on the internet. He was basically a black silhouette from top to toe with no face that I could see, and his silhouette was blacker than the black of night, solid, and very clear (ie: he wasn’t like a fuzzy shadow or transparent like a ghost).
I never shared my story with anyone for 15 years and then a few years ago I decided to do a google on him because I have obviously never forgotten the experience. You can imagine how freaked out I was to find so many others had seen the EXACT same thing. I really want to know who he is and why he visits? I’ve had some pretty tragic things happen in my life – wonder if his visit was a warning or sign of some sort?
I have never seen him since, nor do I EVER EVER want to!! Absolutely terrifying!"


I'd hoped by part three, to have at least some clue as to what these strange beings might be, but unfortunately, I think now, I'm even more confused!  They've been described as ghosts, demons, aliens, time-travelers, etc. 


I just have to go with my own feelings here, that just maybe, these beings are some sort of aliens, that are here to observe us...and are trying to disquise themselves with the hat and coat.  (And trust me, I know how  that sounds) but is it any worse a guess than all the other guesses?


I just don't feel like these beings are ghosts.


I can't really say why I feel that way....I just do.


But in the meantime...until some other explanation comes along...I will continue to investigate.

http://www.jesusisnojoke.com/theshadowpeople/id19.html
http://www.ghostlytalk.com/node/502
http://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2008/07/23
http://from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/04/hat-man.html
http://www.unsolved-mysteries.com/paranormal/shadow_ghosts_hat_man.html
http://www.monstrous.com/paranormal_news/what_is_the_hat_man_.html
http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghosthuntinggeninfo/a/shadow-ppl-what_2.htm

Doing My Homework...A Few Words About "THE HAT MAN"...

Welcome back friends!

I hope you all slept well last night, and weren't bothered by any...thing.

(Seriously...I do!)

Please don't think that just because I write a blog about the paranormal, that I'm not sympathetic to what some of you may be going through, regarding these shadow "beings"...(for lack of a better word) I really don't know what to call them. But what I do know, is what it's like to be nervous, or downright scared of the dark, when bedtime rolls around every night. You see, though I've never seen a shadow person, or even a ghost, I've heard things that I know were of a paranormal nature. Things that tormented me in bed at night...things that wouldn't let me rest, and frightened me to the point of sleeping so far under the blankets, that I would wake up in the mornings with my hair dripping wet, from sweating all night. I'll talk more about that in my next blog, but for now, I wanna talk about this..."HAT MAN"...

Heidi Hollis is the director and founder of the UFO & paranormal discussion group, UFO2U. Let's take a look at what she has to say about..."IT"...


"It's taken some time for me to finally address a clearer picture of what the thing I've coined to be called "The Hat Man" is, and what he's about.  He came at a time when the Shadow People had made themselves known to me. I admit that this occurrence sounded quite a bit different from the Shadow People. But in knowing that the Shadows could take on various forms, even influencing people, including taking on the form of what’s called the Men In Black, I was nearly certain he was merely one of the Shadows. Apparently, I had the right idea, but not fully. Seems this Hat Man is indeed related to the "dark side" as the Shadow People are even with similar agendas, but he can come at precise times in a person's life or not. Shadow People like to choke, scare, absorb fear and cause it. This Hat Man can do and will do these same things, but is mostly known for and seen as an observer who appears and quickly leaves. Sometimes the timing is significant, while other times it can leave you scratching your head about why he came at all. If there is anything of importance I'd like to say about a person seeing this Hat Man, is that it is a worldwide phenomenon. Him showing up doesn't necessarily mean you are about to die,or that someone close to you will." 

I hope this gives some comfort to those of you having problems with this A-hole!  And another thing I've learned in my research of this being, is that he seems to thrive off of fear. So even though he (IT, whatever!) has been described as "terrifying", if you can somehow be braver than I was as a child, and come out from under the blankets and CONFRONT this bastard...maybe...JUST MAYBE, he would finally GO AWAY!!

We'll talk more about it in part three. Please Stay Tuned!

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Trippy Tale #10...(Part Two)..."THE RETURN OF THE HAT MAN"

And now, as promised, "Tales From The Dark Side"...(of the shadow!)

THE RAGGED SHADOW MAN

"The first experience I remember, was before I was school age; I am guessing I was about three years old. I was in my grandmother's living room, sitting in front of an end table. My grandmother was sitting on the sofa on one side and my mother was sitting in a chair at the other side of the table. I was playing with cards or small toys on the table. It was evening, so the rest of the house was darkened.

I turned to look at the hallway to my left, about twelve feet away, and saw a figure of a man about four feet tall, all black, wearing a low hat with a very wide brim. I did not see a face or any features, but I did see that his coat was covered with hundreds of little strips of black cloth, each maybe an inch wide and about six inches long.

They asked me what I was looking at, and when I turned to look at them and then look back, it was gone. I told them what I saw, and while they assured me that there was no one, I insisted that I saw it. I don't remember crying, but I must have looked frightened, for both of them to ask the question of what I was looking at, and also because they made a show of looking through the rooms down the hallway and assuring me that nothing was there.

This happened so far back in my memory that I was inclined to think it may have been a dream. But it has stuck in my memory all my life, and so many people have seen a similar figure with the hat and/or ragged clothing, perhaps it was real?"

Another Sighting:

"My retired mother and father moved to small town in western Montana, located in the Flathead Valley back in the early 1990's, that her father used to live in before he passed away.

My mother and father’s health was not real great at the time, as my father was suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer’s and my mother had her own health issues (both have since passed away, my father in 1992 and my mother in 1996).

One night at around 3am, she awoke in the darkened living room where she had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV, having shut the TV off before falling asleep a few hours earlier.

She was startled and frightened when she awoke to see a man dressed in a black suit, wearing a black derby style hat, with no visible face standing next to the couch staring down at her.

Paralyzed in terror and disbelief, she gazed back thinking she was dreaming or imagining this figure. She said this went on for a minute or two, before the figure eventually vanished.

She was still shaken when she told me the story the next day.

Very creepy, I hope to never have such an experience.

She was a braver woman than me...I would have been OUT of there!"

And Another...

"I saw this man. I was up late one night, when I heard what sounded like footsteps on the outside deck. I opened the curtains slightly to look, this was hard, because I was terrified! What I saw was a tall man in large trench coat and hat, standing on the neighbors roof. He was standing very tall, and his coat was flapping in the wind. He appeared to be staring back at me. I shut my eyes and opened them several time and he was still there. However, I ran and woke my sister to come and witness this man, but although I could clearly see him, she could not!"

AND ANOTHER!!

"As a child, I remember my parents and siblings often telling stories of a house we lived in that they say was "Haunted". Doors slammed, objects moved and fell, voices in rooms and laughter, footsteps etc.

However, none frightens me as much as my mother's "late night" encounter with a Man in black, big hat, trench coat, very tall, dark presence.

He was standing over my baby bassinet, near the foot of her bed,staring at me as I slept.I was only 2mos.old. Though she knew my dad was working out of town, and not due home for days, mom said dad's name anyway, thinking it must be him. When the dark man looked up, she realized he had no face!

In fear for our lives now, she grabbed the alarm clock off the nightstand and threw it as hard as she could at him! It went right through him as he vanished in a split second! The clock hit the wall with a crash! It woke my siblings who ran in to see what was the matter.

No one slept that night, but instead, huddled together in the downstairs living room, waiting for the morning light. What's weird, is that I can still see him in my mind. I shudder to this day, feeling his dark presence near me then, as an infant. There's no doubt in my mind that this "entity" has truly bad intentions for humans."

Thank you for joining me, as we explore the weird world of shadow people!

Stay Tuned for many more dark tales, in Part Three!

Coming Soon!

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale #10...(Part One)..."THE RETURN OF THE HAT MAN"

So...WHO or WHAT is this mysterious HAT MAN?

While we may never know the answer to these questions, there is plenty of information out there about what he DOES...and that is...CREEP EVERYONE OUT!

Many people, worldwide, have claimed to see this mysterious being, and it's so strange that their stories are SO similar! There HAS to be something to it! Let's take a look at the information out there...

Shadow people (also known as shadow men or shadow beings) are a supernatural phenomenon reported by some individuals. Most accounts of shadow people describe them as black humanoid silhouettes, lacking mouths or eyes, although they are sometimes reported to have red or yellow eyes.

They are generally described as lacking mass, although their specific nature varies from two-dimensional (like a shadow) to vaporous or distorted.

Their movement is often reported as being very quick and disjointed, or "jiggly", in the sense that they first may move slowly like a fluid (similar to jello rather than water), then rapidly "hop" to another part of a witness' surroundings. Some witnesses describe this movement as though the shadow entities they have seen "danced" from one wall to the next.

Observers of shadow people most commonly report that the forms appear at the edge of their field of vision, and that they disintegrate or move into walls when noticed, usually within a split second. However, many also report shadow people appearing in the center of their vision, appearing very close to them, or remaining for several seconds before disappearing. Some individuals have described being menaced, chased, or (more rarely) attacked or raped by shadow people.

Sightings of shadow people have been reported all over the world. They are a recurring topic of the late-night talk radio show Coast-to-Coast AM. The former host of the show, Art Bell, seemingly resurrected the term "shadow people." The term appeared as early as September 21, 1953 as the title of a radio drama that was broadcast on Chicago's WGN-AM "Hall of Fantasy"* series.

 However, reports of beings fitting the description of shadow people have been recorded for centuries in literature. For example, in 1887, celebrated French author Guy de Maupassant pennned the story "Le Horla" ("The Horla") about shadowy beings who live on milk and water, bedevil human minds, and stalk the unwary.

Even though these creatures were never proven to exist, sightings appear to occur most often in Rhode Island and North Carolina in the United States of America.

Source: Monstropedia.com

http://www.monstropedia.org/index.php?title=Shadow_people

It’s also been suggested that this strange entity is somewhat of an inspiration for Freddy Krueger.

Wes Craven has talked about an experience he once had when he was a young boy, in which he saw a scary looking man walking down the street wearing a bowler hat. The man had scars all over his face and looked up at Craven through the window and gave off a sense of foreboding.

While this could have just been an ordinary guy and not a shadowy person or demon, it was still a creepy experience. People who reportedly come across a hat man usually claim to feel a frightening feeling, as if they are being threatened. While some ghosts don’t seem aware of the presence of the living, it seems that shadow people do. Witnesses claim that, despite not seeing his face, they have a sense that the hat man is staring right at them.

From Unsolved Mysteries.com: "It would seem that this entity’s sole purpose in visiting people is to make them as uncomfortable and frightened as possible.  They normally don’t try to communicate, except for the fact they are emitting bad vibes.  Their mere presence alone is enough to make someone feel extremely uncomfortable and even threatened.

Still, there’s no evidence to suggest that something very bad happens after someone sees the hat man.  The “ghost” or “demon”, whatever it may be, usually goes away after a few moments and nothing bad ever seems to happen afterwards.  So, shadow people really malevolent?  Is the hat man really a threat to anyone?

It seems that this phenomenon provides more questions than answers.  Most people who witness hat men claim that they’re solid and definitely an outline of a male body.  The outline of the hat is also distinct and solid.  It’s only natural to assume that they’re real enough to be more than just the witness’s imagination. 

One theory is that they could be physical manifestations of one’s own psyche, and are somehow created subconsciously after an individual experiences some problems in life.

Whatever the case may be, anyone who ever witnesses a hat man will undoubtedly feel creeped out by him.  Whether he’s an actual entity or a psychic manifestation of someone’s subconscious, he definitely gives of negative vibes and a sense of foreboding to anyone around!"

Stay Tuned for Part Two, featuring stories from the Hat Man's "victims"

~Queenie~



Trippy Tale #10...(Prologue)..."THE RETURN OF THE HAT MAN"

Hello faithful readers, and thank you for returning to the playhouse!

Speaking of returning...(or perhaps NEVER LEAVING!) it has come to my attention, that one of my unfortunate blog readers is being plagued by that son-of-a-bitch HAT MAN!

(Some of you may remember the many blogs I did on this "being" a few months back...but for the ones who don't know what the hell I'm talkin' about...it will all be explained to you in the following blogs.)

Anyway...

I don't use the term "plagued" loosely, so let's stop for a moment, and look at the definition of what it really means to be PLAGUED...

Plagued:

1

: to smite, infest, or afflict with (or as if with) disease, calamity, or natural evil.

2

a : to cause worry or distress to.

b : to disturb or annoy persistently.

 

Related to PLAGUE

Synonyms: agonize, anguish, bedevil, beset, besiege, curse, excruciate, harrow, persecute, afflict, rack, torment, torture

 

Yep...my poor friend is going through "ALL OF THE ABOVE!"  :/

 

Not only is the hat man present while this person sleeps, but he is also showing up in his dreams...chasing him.

 

And while my friend hasn't said so, I suspect he is suffering from lack of rest.  (Kinda hard to get a restful night's sleep when you have a deranged shadow man chasing you all night!)

 

So...if you're interested in learning more about these shadow people...(who they may be, what they might want, etc.) then stay tuned to this blog...I'll be doing a three part series on these mysterious beings...

 

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale #9...Part Three...("The Outer Realm")

Soooo where were we?

Ahh yes...Astral Projection!

(Also known as an "Out of Body Experience" or an "OBE")

Artist's depiction of the separation stage of an out-of-body experience, which often precedes free movement.

An out-of-body experience (OBE or sometimes OOBE) is an experience that typically involves a sensation of floating outside of one's body and, in some cases, perceiving one's physical body from a place outside one's body.

As I said in my last blog, this is the main topic of the new horror flick, "INSIDIOUS".

(If you haven't seen it yet, don't waste any more time! It is FABULOUS!)

I thought it was a cool topic too, as I do believe that astral projection is possible.

It's been said that everyone can do it, though I'm sure it takes a lot of practice!

True story though:

When my youngest son's dad & I split up, I made arrangements to stay with a friend, and packed my things in kind of a rush...

He'd tell you himself that he was a big jerk back in those days, and to avoid a loud confrontation, I left while he was at work one day.


In my hurry, I accidentally left behind a ring that my mother had given me.

I dit'n remember this until a couple nights later, while lying in bed...just as I was about to doze off...

Suddenly, I began to concentrate on it, very intent on remembering just where it was that I had left this ring at my ex's.

In my mind's eye, I could see myself walking in to my (former) house, and entering the bedroom.

(I usually left my jewelry on a night stand in this room)

I could see everything, just as if I was really there...his stinky socks on the floor...his cigarette wrappers layin' around...you get the picture...it was like I was really THERE.

And then I saw it...underneath a red bandana was my ring, along with a couple other jewelry items I had left behind.

I just thought that this was how I was remembering the room...I wasn't really thinking about it like I was actually there.  That would be SILLY right?

As for the ring, I decided to go and check on it the following day, and then I went to sleep.

The next day, my friend and I rode over to the house, to ask for my stuff back, hoping that it was where I thought it was.

I asked him to go get them from the bedroom, but he said he couldn't find them.

So I told him to check under the bandana, and lo & behold, there they were...

As my friend went to get back in the car, my ex called me back.

He then asked how I knew he'd put the bandana on the night-stand, and more or less, accused me of being in the house while he wasn't there.

I can't recall the whole conversation, but I remember he was acting really weird.  I assured him I had not been in the house, and asked him why he was so paranoid about it anyway.

And this was his answer:

"I was sleeping last night, when I heard the bedroom door open...I looked up and saw you coming through the door, looking around at the floor and stuff, and then you walked to the bedside table and start fiddlin' with stuff.

Just as I was about to ask you what the hell you were doin' here so late, you just VANISHED...IN TO THIN AIR!....I thought I was hallucinating, because I KNOW I wasn't dreaming!"

He said it scared him so bad, he fell off the bed! Then he got up and LEFT, and went to his mother's house for the rest of the night. (lol)



So perhaps there really IS something to this astral projection stuff after all...Maybe I was walking around in "the outer realm" that night! ;)

And now, for a lil treat!

To prove my point that WE ARE NEVER ALONE, check out this creeptastic video I found on youtube!

LADIES & GENTELMAN....I give you..."Les photos les plus terrifiantes!"

(NOT to be watched Alone, or in the dark, because it IS creepy!!!)

Till next time kiddies...

KEEP THOSE NIGHTLIGHTS ON!!

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