Trippy Tales # 80..."Lurking In The Shadows"

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...

"From what I remember, I was having a normal dream, until HE showed up. A man dressed from head to toe in black..." 

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. 

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. 

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.

Then, I felt something. It was like a tug. There isn't really any other way to describe it, other than it felt like something was trying to pull out my soul!

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...

 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. 

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.

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...

I'm not sure if it was my own mind, or some entity that wanted to save me, but it was screaming, "Get out of there, NOW!" 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...

 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. 

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. "

But was it "just a dream?"  Stay tuned as we delve further in to this strange, yet, extremely common phenomena.

Oh, and by the way...

you might wanna consider investing in a night light! ;)

~Queenie~

TRIPPY TALES #79..."THE GRINNING BOY"

"THE GRINNING BOY"

BY MRS. AMANDA CLAREBOL @ "your true tales"/about.com

"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.

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.

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.

Later that night, when we had gone to bed, there was a sudden "SMASH!" 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.

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.

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.

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...

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... the window is on the third floor up and there's just no way anyone could have been standing or sitting just beyond the glass!

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 so much and cannot wait to leave!"
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(Check it out! Look for the womans' face! 3rd pane from the bottom...right hand side)  Also, there are orbs ALL OVER the room! Freaky!)

~Queenie~

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Trippy Tales #78...More Terrifying Tells To Make You Yell!

"THE FACE BEHIND THE COUCH"

By Pernilla from Sweden @ "yourghoststories.com

"It all happened when I was around 6-7 years old... 

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.

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!

You may not believe me, but this is actually true. 

I actually saw a face, that was looking and smiling at me, disappear behind the couch. 

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.

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... 

This memory has been following me ever since and I'm still wondering what or who it could have been.

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.

What do you guys think? Thank you for reading! :)

"THE TRIP DOWN THE STAIRS"

By MmLuvXx @ "yourghoststories.com

"When I was nearly 6, I had just come home from school and had gone upstairs to get changed... 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

Stay Tuned For More Trippy Tales...

Sneakin' up on you soon! ;)

Trippy Tales #77..."The Thing In The Dark"

By Kathy @ your true tales

"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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 was so petrified! 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.

I am still scared they might come back."

Trippy Tales # 76..."The Hinsdale Haunting"

From paranormal blogspot.com:

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.

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.

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.

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.

Clara later penned a book about their experiences entitled Echoes of a Haunting (A House in The Country). The house has also been the subject of a docudrama and featured on an episode of the Discovery Channel's A Haunting. The famed house on McMahon Road has made a jump back in to recent news. Current owners 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.

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.

To read more about the Hinsdale Haunting, please visit the facebook page at the link below:

http://www.facebook.com/notes/the-dandy-house/the-dandy-house-the-haunting-the-stories-the-folklore-the-bs-setting-it-straight/223890721001621

Or just look for it online...there's a whole slew of information about it on the web! :-)

Thanks for visiting the playhouse! I hope you return real soon!

 Until then...we'll leave the fright light on for ya!  ;-)

~Queenie~

Trippy Tales #75..."Screamin' Demons!"

"The Demon Babyface"

BY WILLIAM T.

"Three years ago, I wrote a book about a ghost. I scrapped it soon after. Here's why...

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.
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 nothing. Now this may sound cliche, but it's true.
One night I was sleeping alone in my bed and was awakened by a 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.
Now I'm not a guy who get's paralysed when I'm scared, but I freaked out! 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.
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 demon. He said it fit the description of a demon he referred to as "Babyface."
I moved out a week and a half later and haven't been bothered since...but I still remember it every time I hear an unidentified noise."

"The Demon At My Grandparents' House"

BY JBOYBROWN

 "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...

 

 I was 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...

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.
 
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.
The book slowly lowered and... I will never forget what he looked like...

 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.
 
Instantly, I was paralyzed with fear. I did not know what to do! 

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.
 
I don't know what it was, but I know it was real!"

"Demon From The Closet"

By Sarah

"I am still creeped out to this day! This happened in Las Cruces, New Mexico back in 1999. I was 14, but the memory is still so vivid...

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. 

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.

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.

 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!"

Keep Your Eyeballs Peeled For More Trippy Tales Of Terror!

~Queenie~

Trippy Tales # 74...Halloween Horrors Continued...

!!HAPPY HALLOWEEN KIDDIES!!

"HAUNTED TRAILER"

(BY 8FIREFAE @ about.com/your true tales)

"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!"

"CREEPY CHILDHOOD HOME"

(By Robert @ about.com/your true tales)

"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.
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.
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.
But there are two stories that stick out in my mind as being the creepiest.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Ever since then, the noises in that closet have ceased, and I put a desk in front of it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...?"

~Queenie~

Trippy Tales #73....Halloween Horror Part One!

Halloween is creepin' right up on us kiddies!

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!

I hope you enjoy part one of my Halloween Horror Series!

~Queenie~

Trippy Tales #72....Kids' Creepy Experiences With Things That Go Boo In The Night!

Baby-Stealing Werewolf

(By Loopycute at about.com)

"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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"

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."

Little Green Trolls

(BY ROB TAYLOR at about.com)

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"

The Cloudy Ghost

(BY XENIA B. at about.com)

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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 thump, thump, thump... someone was running from the kitchen to the living room.

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.

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!"

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~Queenie~

Trippy Tales #71...."Scary Stories From The Spooky Isles!"

Ghouled Evening, and welcome to the playhouse! Please come in!

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!

Manchester’s SHIRLEY JOHNSON reveals her childhood ghost experience – the night a “cherub” appeared at her window!

“When I was 4 or 5 years old back in the early 1970′s we lived on a new estate in Whitefield, Bury.
A lovely open spaced area with lots of fields. I remember going upstairs to bed one night, as normal, and dropping off to sleep.
I was woken up by a tapping noise, and turned round to look at my sister who was fast asleep in her bed.
When I looked up above her, there was somebody there, tapping lightly outside the window.
I can only describe it as “cherub” looking – very white, small, about 3 foot tall, with tight white curls.
Next thing I know, this being is standing on the windowsill, which surprised me, but I wasn’t scared.
We started chatting, about what, I don’t recall.
I looked around at the wall because I could hear banging again and saw two black shadows,with top hats and capes on.
They looked like they were pulling something back and hammering.
I still wasn’t frightened.
All of a sudden my Mum walked in the room and asked who I was talking to.
I looked at her and replied ‘the white lady’, and when I looked back, she, and the shadows were gone.
My Mum was a little freaked out by my tale, even though she thought I had dreamed it.
We found out from our neighbors, that the new estate had been built on an old cemetery.
We moved house not long after.
My Mum and me talked about my story for many years after, and it is still clear in my mind.
I still can’t watch the film "Poltergeist" without being unnerved, because of the similarity of the house being built on a cemetery.
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.”

And now, a more sinister story...

Powys’ LISA MUNDAY describes her childhood memory of watching ghostly body parts float across her bedroom walls...

“From my childhood I’ll never forget the three-story house we lived in.
I hated everything about this house from the attic to the basement!
It was always dark and huge.
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.
All of it.
It only happened one night (luckily we moved out not long after).
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.
It must have been about 9pm and very dark.
I looked at my bedroom door thinking I’d go and see my brother and maybe ask him to shhhh!
As I looked at my door, I saw an image of a brown, hairy ear.
I watched this image slowly glide across my bedroom wall to the window.
As it hit the side of my window, it suddenly floated under my bed.
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.
I saw at least six images float under my bed of body parts...ear, mouth, nose, eyes and hands.
At the point of seeing these hands, I decided I was getting OUT of my room!
I very slowly pushed off my duvet and moved at the slowest pace I could go.
As both my feet touched the floor, I felt hands grab both my ankles!
I jumped, screamed the place down, and curled up under my duvet as fast as I could until my mother came to my rescue.
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!
A few weeks after, we moved into a smaller house, two story house.
My first night in my first bunk bed, I heard two girls under my bed whispering “Let’s get Lisa!"
After that, I refused to sleep in my room and took over my brother’s, much to his disappointment!"

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Trippy Tales # 70..."Ghost Dogs"....Part One

"MY BEST FRIEND'S GHOST" from the blog of Douglas Cruickshank @ ralphmag.org

"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.
 Of course, I like a good middle-of-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.
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.

The odd part is, he died nearly five months ago.

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.

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.
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?
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.
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: sleep."

"CORKEY'S GHOST" by "Anonymous" @ "your true tales"

"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.

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.

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."

My Mom said, "Corkey was put down two weeks ago. He had cancer and was suffering."

I said, "No, Mom. I just saw him a few minutes ago."

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."

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.

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."

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!"

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