REAL GHOST STORY DING DONG

REAL GHOST STORY

“DING DONG”

As a kid, I lived in this townhouse that was built in possibly the 1970's. When I first moved in I was about 6 years old. I remember being excited since a townhouse is a major step from living in an apartment. Nothing seemed to happen though until I was 7.

It started with me having my friend overnight for a sleepover. We were in my mom's bed sleeping and had my toy crib in the room too. Suddenly we noticed that the crib was higher than what it normally was. I looked over and it was seriously like 5 centimetres off the ground. I called for my mom but by the time my mom got in the room, the crib was no longer in the air.

That was just the beginning. After that, the doorbell to my room would randomly go off on its own. No one would be upstairs and it would just go crazy. Even taking the batteries out, it still seemed to go off.

As I got older, old enough to babysit myself, I always felt nervous. I would always hear the front door opening and closing making me think my mom was home but when I checked, my mom wasn't home. I considered it to be hearing a door from the person beside me but it was just too loud to be coming from the other townhouses considering the doors were pretty much far apart.

I also always felt like I was being watched, like something was in the room watching what I was doing. Then things would always just move. I would put something down and when I would go back to get it not too long after, it would be in a completely different spot such as across the table. My mom wouldn't have moved it since she was nowhere near. My closet door would always open on its own which really creeped me out. I've always had anxiety over the door being opened, so it would always be closed.

Around the age of 12 I finally got a dog. I know that animals have these special senses so they can sense if someone else or something is around. One time my dog suddenly started to bark and growl viciously at this one area between the couch and the kitchen table. We had no idea what he was barking at but he seemed to be afraid of that one area. I picked him up and carried him to the spot to tell him nothing is wrong and he was acting terrified and the second I put him down he ran away scared.

I know for sure there was something in that townhouse because in my new house absolutely nothing has happened. Also, apparently one of my old neighbours moved away from the townhouse complex because they experienced similar things though they ended up coming back. My mom also told me that when she was moving in, she had an ashtray on the coffee table that suddenly flew across the room in mid air and just shattered long before hitting the ground.

I tried to research the history of the townhouse complex I lived in but found absolutely nothing.

Source: By: Tifftardis 

Dated: 2013-10-15, Country: Canada,

Paranormal Category: Haunted Places.

THE KILLER IN THE BACKSEAT

One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. After a few minutes she noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on the car was going to pass when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the bright flashed.

Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.

Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!"

When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.

The moral of the story: Always check the back seat!

Analysis: In another common variant of this legend, the imperiled female (and it's always a female, please note) pulls into a gas station and is frightened by the odd behavior of the attendant, who keeps trying to get her to leave the car and join him in the office. It turns out he has glimpsed a knife-wielding murderer in the backseat and is trying to save her life!

Folklorists have traced the legend back to the 1960s and believe it may have been inspired by a vaguely similar real event in 1964 involving the discovery by a New York City policeman of an escaped murderer hiding in the backseat of his (the cop's) own car.

"The Killer in the Backseat" was among the legendary horror stories dramatized in the 1998 film Urban Legend. Let us not assume, however, that real-life evildoers never lie in wait for their victims in the backseats of vehicles. As reported in the Decatur Daily News on September 14, 2007, a female college student in Alabama was threatened by a man with a gun who popped up suddenly in the backseat of her SUV. She escaped, fortunately, by slamming on the brakes and bolting from the car.

GHOST STORY LYDIA'S BRIDGE

GHOST STORY LYDIA'S BRIDGE

Phantom hitchhiker stories are not uncommon. Most entail someone driving on a road or highway when they come upon a person walking along side, flagging them down for a ride. A kind person might stop to lend a helping hand only to discover the hitchhiker has disappeared. The story of Lydia is no different.

The legend begins in late December 1923 (the 23rd or 31st depending on who you talk to). Lydia was leaving a dance in Raleigh, North Carolina, some say with her date, on her way home. It was raining and she lost control of the car and hit the Southern Railroad Underpass Bridge. In one version, her date died instantly while Lydia attempted to get help and succumbed to her injuries on the side of the road. The other has her dying instantly in the car accident. Is there any truth to the story? It seems there might be.

Back in the 1920s, car accidents weren’t an everyday occurrence as they are today. So, you would think finding records of a girl dying in such a manner would be easy to locate. It seems a person has come across what is believed to be Lydia’s death certificate. It states a Lydia Jane M****** (I know the alleged last name but chose not to publish it here) died December 31, 1923 from “fatal injuries from a motoring accident”. Is it the same Lydia from the legend? It’s unknown but certainly, won’t help to disprove the stories.

Of course, I saved the most interesting part for last. This is a phantom hitchhiker story after all. There have been many reports since 1924 of motorists picking up a young woman in a white dress along US Highway 70. The driver, who is frequently male and alone in the car, spots her walking along the road and stops to help her. She usually gets in to the backseat of the car, gives her name as Lydia and an address to her home. In previous versions, Lydia was riding home with her beau at the time of the accident. However, in some reports, Lydia discusses an argument she had with her beau during the drive. Once the driver arrives at the address, they goes around the car to open her door only to find she has disappeared.

The driver then goes to the door of the house and proceeds to knock in an effort to make sure the young lady is safe inside (sometimes an article of clothing is left in the car waiting to be returned). An elderly woman explains to the person she is Lydia’s mother and when her daughter died. Shows photos of her and goes on to verify the story.

Lydia’s Bridge isn’t a bridge at all. It is actually a culvert covered in vegetation to carry railroad tracks over a dry steam bed and is no longer in use. Many have mistaken (correct me if I’m wrong readers) the nearby bridge known as the “Graffiti Bridge” to be hers. There are several other paranormal accounts associated with the actual Lydia’s Bridge. Some have witnessed a pale woman standing just past the bridge, heard screams and had feelings of being watched.

For more information and photos go to Haunted North Carolina Paranormal Research and Investigations.

GHOST STORY CHERNOBYL

GHOST STORY CHERNOBYL

The Chernobyl Power Plant located outside the town of Pripyat, Ukraine (11 miles from the city of Chernobyl) began construction in the 1970s with the first reactor. Over the next few years three more reactors were added and two more were in the middle of construction at the time of the disaster. On April 26, 1986 at 1:23 a.m., the no. 4 reactor was shut down for maintenance. An experiment was being performed to test a safety emergency core cooling feature during the shutdown procedure. It's uncertain as to what exact processes led to the explosions but a disruption in regulation seem to be a part of it.

The first explosion was that of steam. Steam from the wrecked channels entered the reactor inner space that caused the destruction of the reactor casing, tearing off and lifting by the force of 2,000 tons the upper plate. This ruptured further fuel channels, the reactor core suffered total water loss and a high positive void coefficient could entirely appear.The second explosions occurred seconds after the first. Some theorized the second explosion was caused by the hydrogen which had been produced either by the overheated steam-zirconium reaction or by the reaction of red-hot graphite with steam that produce hydrogen and oxygen. Others believed it was more nuclear or a thermal explosion of the reactor as a result of the uncontrollable escape of fast neutrons, caused by the complete water loss in the reactor core. Either way it was considered the worst nuclear power plant disaster in history. The fallout released was four times more than the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.

The explosions caused a chain reaction. The fire in Reactor 4 burned until May 10th, 1986 before it was finally extinguished thanks to Helicopters dropping sand and lead as well as injecting liquid nitrogen in to it. Radioactive particles were released in to the air. Smoke and wind carried it in to the nearby town as well as across international borders. Most of the radioactive fallout landed in Belarus. Light nuclear rain fell as far as Ireland. Over 336,000 people were evacuated. 600,000 people were exposed to radiation. Two people died in the initial steam explosion, but fifty-six people (47 accident workers and 9 children with thyroid cancer) directly died due to the disaster. There were as many as 4,000 cancer related deaths from those exposed to radiation. The nearby pine forest turned ginger brown and died earning the name "Red Forest". Horses left behind during the evacuation died due to destroyed thyroid glands. Some cattle also died but of those that survived, suffered stunted growth due to thyroid damage. Wild animals in the worst-hit areas either died or stopped reproducing.

After the disaster, all work on reactors 5 and 6 halted. Reactor 4 was sealed off with 660ft of concrete placed between the disaster site and operational buildings. A fire broke out in the turbine building of reactor 2 in 1991. It was declared beyond repair and shut down. Reactor 1 was decommissioned in November 1996 as part of a deal between the Ukrainian government and international organizations such as the IAEA. Then-President Leonid Kuchma personally turned off Reactor 3 in an official ceremony on December 15, 2000, shutting down the plant entirely.

The accident led to alleged governmental cover-ups and ghost towns. Pripyat has become somewhat a wildlife reserve. Most of those who were evacuated never came back. About 400 people were allowed to resettle in the Excursion Zone as along as they never request money or aid if they become ill. Since 2002, tours are provided for all those who want to see the infamous site.

Some believe aliens were involved with the disaster. Witnesses claimed to have seen a UFO hovering above the plant for six hours during the accident. Three years later, a Doctor Gospina stated he saw an "amber-like" object above the plant. A year after that, a reporter photographed an object similar to the one Gospina described hovering above the disaster site.

A creature known as the Black Bird of Chernobyl was also sighted days leading up to the disaster. It is described as a large black, bird like creature or a headless man with a 20 foot wingspan, and red eyes. It has been compared to that of the Mothman in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. This creature has not been seen since the disaster. People experienced horrific nightmares, threatening phone calls and first-hand encounters with the winged-beast. Did they really see an unknown creature or was it something out of nature such as the black stork? We may never know.

The Pripyat, the Chernobyl worker town, is believed to be haunted. People have had the feeling of being watched when walking past the city hospital. Considering it looks like the aftermath of an apocalypse, that feeling may be anything but supernatural. Apparitions and shadows are often seen. Some have even reported being touched. But could the spirits of its victims be roaming the affected areas? We'll find out on Wednesday during the first paranormal investigation of Chernobyl.

GHOST STORY CLINTON ROAD

GHOST STORY CLINTON ROAD

What elements does a road need to be labeled genuinely creepy? Isolated area? Thick forest on both sides? A dark history? Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey certainly would qualify. This ten mile stretch of curves and dips makes you feel like you’re millions of miles from civilization. Clinton Road along with the reservoir and brook received its name from the settlement Clinton, once located where it crosses the brook. The KKK and Satanists have all been known to worship in places near it. The woods next to Clinton Road was also the site of serial killer dumping ground. Richard “The Iceman” Kuklinski was a mob hitman who claimed to have murdered over hundreds of people but the one found near Clinton Road led to his 1986 arrest. The legends attached to the road attracts and terrifies all those who attempt to drive on it.

In 1905, a writer warned travelers to avoid the road due to reports of banditry and witchcraft. This was one of the earlier reports but certainly not the last. There are still stories of local cannibals. If you’re driving along the road and come to a fallen tree blocking your path, you must turn around immediately or you will be trapped and eaten.

One of the well known stories is of a boy at Dead Man’s Curve. He supposedly was playing on a bridge nearby and fell to his death on the jagged rocks below. They say his ghost haunts the spot. If you toss a coin over the edge of the bridge, it’ll be tossed back at you. Another report states the little boy tries to push visitors over the railing. Other ghost stories include a girl driving a phantom Camaro. She supposedly died in a fatal car crash in 1988 and if you mention of this story while driving at night, you risk triggering a manifestation. There are also reports of a phantom truck either white or red who chases people off the road. Some people claimed to have seen two park rangers who allegedly died on the job in 1939 while camping.

There are even reports of strange creatures seen on or beside the road. From hellhounds to unidentified hybrids, they are believed to be the survivors of Jungle Habitat, a nearby attraction that has been closed since 1976, who supposedly was responsible for crossbreeding local animals with wild animals. When the animal attraction closed, rumors state a lot of these animals were released into the local woods instead of being transported to another facility. Some claim the infamous Jersey Devil has made an appearance once or twice.

These are but only a handful of eyewitness accounts and stories told about Clinton Road. Does any of them hold a degree of truth? Or is this simply a road with a bad reputation?

SHORT GHOST STORIES

Telling short ghost stories to children, especially little children, is a little different then telling a ghost story to a group of teenagers or adults.

Tips for Telling Ghost Stories to Kids

·         You have to make sure your story is appropriate for all audience members. If you have even one audience member who will be plagued by nightmares for weeks by your retelling of great ghost stories like Bloody Mary, then you will have to substitute something else.

·         Children's ghost stories have to be a little shorter, with a minimum of characters so that kids can easily follow the plotline.

·         Make sure to have all the kids gather in a circle, either by the fire or in your cozy living room. Turn down all the lights and hold a flashlight under your chin to illuminate your face as you tell the tale.

·         Speak slowly and use your best loud whisper, so your little audience is straining to hear every word.

·         It helps if you have the story memorized. Don't be afraid to personalize it; tell the kids it happened down the street, in this very house or in the woods nearby.

·         Kids appreciate body language, so act out someone tiptoeing up the stairs or use props and other items to create sound effects.

Here is a good child-friendly story that has been retold in many forms. It is just a little spooky, so it will generate shivers without leaving anyone too scared to go to bed.

The Inn at the End of the Lane

A mom and her daughter were preparing to leave for a trip to visit a small coastal town. As the pair left, they noticed that the sky was darkening; it looked like they were driving into a storm.

During the drive, it started to rain. At first, it was a light rain, but suddenly, the raindrops turned into a deluge. The windshield wipers couldn't keep up.

Thunder cracked and lightning flashed. The mom decided that they should pull over somewhere and wait until the storm ended. Unfortunately, they were in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, the daughter spied an inn up ahead.

They pulled into the parking lot of a cozy farmhouse. After parking in the curiously empty parking lot, they grabbed their suitcases and rushed to the front porch. A kind-looking innkeeper opened the door and invited them in.

Settled into warm, dry rooms they soon fell asleep. They awoke the next morning to sunshine and the sounds of birds singing.

As they walked downstairs, they noticed that the inn was deserted. Since they had to get back on the road, they left money and a note on a table, thanking the innkeeper for his hospitality. 

After driving a few miles, they stopped to get gas. At the gas station, they started chatting with the gas station attendant.  "You didn't happen to drive through that terrible storm last night, did you?" asked the attendant.

"As a matter of fact, we did," replied the mother. "Fortunately, we were able to spend the night at that charming inn a few miles back."

The attendant turned and looked at them. "You don't mean the farmhouse back up the road?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Why, yes!" replied the girl

"That's impossible," the man said slowly. "That's the old Davis Inn. It burned down last winter."

Not believing the man, they drove back and saw for themselves. There was nothing left of the inn but a charred, roofless ruin. Stepping from their car and through the missing front door, they were shocked to see their thank-you note still sitting on the burnt remains of a table.

INTERTWINED: BASED ON A TRUE STORY

INTERTWINED: BASED ON A TRUE STORY

These are the first few paragraphs of my book, Intertwined: Based on a True Story. The facts stated in these paragraphs truly happened to me. Sometimes you have no choice but to believe. Jules V. Ness 

I woke with such a start that my body had automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed.

I flung my hand out sideways in the darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier. Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed. As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips. The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that, my only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom, if anyone, was truly there.

Concentrating to focus, I was able to make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my childhood years. The woman was staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the woman’s face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely familiar to me. My brain shifted into overdrive racing through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing there! Oh my God, it was my mother!

I had not recognized her in those first waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful, vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer had attacked her young body at twenty eight years of age. Mom died twenty two years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a time. She was thirty years old, the exact age that I am now.

THE HAUNTING OF KANAKA PETE THE AXE MURDERER

THE HAUNTING OF KANAKA PETE THE AXE MURDERER

THE FOLLOWING STORY WAS SUBMITTED BY LOUISE:

        I was recently browsing the internet and came across the story of Kanaka Pete at www.kanakapete.com. This brought back a personal experience I had with Kanaka Pete. I would like to share it with you.

In the fall of 2007 I was attending University in Nanaimo BC, Canada. A few weeks before Halloween my boyfriend and I took the guided, haunted tour of Nanaimo. During the tour we heard the story of Kanaka Pete.

Kanaka Pete was a big Hawaiian that lived in Nanaimo with his native wife and their infant daughter. In 1867, after a night of drinking, Kanaka Pete returned home to find his wife’s parents in his home and his wife told him she was leaving him. Pete left and got totally intoxicated. He returned around midnight to find his Father-in-law in the act of adultery (incest) with Pete’s wife, while the Mother-in-law watched and the baby lay beside them. In a drunken fit of rage Pete grabbed an axe and did not stop swinging until his wife, her parents and his daughter were all chopped into pieces.

He fled to Newcastle Island where he was hunted down and captured. After a rushed trial he was hung. He vowed he would return and have vengeance. This scared the locals to the point that neither the Europeans or Natives wanted him buried on their land. He was taken to Newcastle Island, a former smallpox colony that was uninhabited and they buried him in a makeshift, unmarked grave.

Our tour guide told us that his evil spirit still lurks the far side of Newcastle Island looking for revenge and to never be on the far side of Newcastle Island after dark.

This was the most interesting of all the ghost stories we heard that night. My boyfriend and I thought it would be real exciting to go camping on Newcastle Island the following Saturday, especially because it was close to Halloween with the thrill of maybe finding out more about Kanaka Pete.

When we got to the Island we saw signs saying no camping beyond this point. We spoke with one old timer there and were told that for our safety it was dangerous to camp past the signs. He told us spirits that have unfinished business still roam near their graves and that Kanaka Pete is confined to a certain area of the Island.

We set up our camp on the safe side. While we were camping we saw some people in kayaks heading towards the far side of the Island. We never saw them return.

Before dark we took a little hike part way on the far side of the Island. We came across the body of a dead rabbit with it's head chopped off. It looked as though it had just happened. That was really freaky as we did not see anyone around there. We headed straight back to camp.

When we took the little ferry over to Newcastle it was a calm sunny day During the night it got cloudy and the winds came up making it even spookier. The winds became very high and the night air became chilling cold.

During the night we started to hear some of the scariest noises. Shortly after we went into our tent for the night we thought we heard a scream coming from the far side of the Island. This really spooked us. Not too long after that we heard more terrifying screaming followed by the sound of chopping. This happened many times throughout the night. It was the most terrifying thing we had ever heard. We wanted to leave the Island but the little ferry would not be back until morning. We were chilled to the bone with fright. Shortly after midnight we heard what sounded like a fierce demonic roar and more screaming followed by violent chopping then the most eerie laughter. Needless to say we spent the entire night huddled together scared to death. We tried calling on our cell phones but we had no reception all through the night, we had reception earlier in the day and the next morning.

Before that night I did not believe in ghosts and thought ghost stories were fun and amusing but after my experience that has now changed.

That was the most frightening and horrific night of my life. I believe there is something very evil on the far side of that Island, we could feel it and we did hear it! I will never forget that cold October night on Newcastle Island and I believe to this day the ghost of the evil axe murder Kanaka Pete was near by. If we would have ignored the warning signs and camped on the far side of the Island that night I feel we would never have returned.

GHOST STORY Paranormal Veteran Gives Warning To Para-Newbies

GHOST STORY

Paranormal Veteran Gives Warning To Para-Newbies

By Sandra J Wells

          After doing paranormal research and investigations for thirty years I have seen and experienced enough to write endless books about ghosts and the afterlife. However, there is another side of this research that never gets talked about. That is the long term effects that being touched by the energy of ghosts can cause. Sure we talk about what we experienced, if we caught any great evidence and the location itself but this one subject just never seems to come up in the conversation.

When I watch the paranormal TV shows I cringe when I see those people challenging ghosts to touch them. I often wonder if they take all precautions that are available to them to protect their own energy from harm. The closer we come to the energy of ghosts the more it affects us not only spiritually but physically as well. Obviously no one can avoid being touched by the energy of ghosts when it is something we can not see. Most investigators would tell you that is a risk they are willing to take. However, there are ways to protect our own energy and many just never use it. It surprises me when these new investigators ignore these simple steps using the mind set that nothing could ever happen to them and they become excited when they experience that energy sensation of being touched. Unfortunately, they still are not looking at the bigger picture.

Over the last decade or so there has been an explosion of interest in the paranormal; not that it is a bad thing at all. My concern comes when I see these new ghost hunters do a few investigations for six months or so then proclaim themselves to be experts. Those who have been in this research for as long as I have understand that it is not all about the evidence you capture but what we truly understand about the afterlife and its affects on the living.

I have seen so many of those same veteran ghost hunters dying and becoming very ill. I truly believe that because of our familiarity of the energy of ghosts we encounter we often times find ourselves forgetting that one thing that is most important; protection. Soon they find themselves having serious health issues for no apparent reason and possibly having their lives turned upside down. If you asked any paranormal veteran if they had been affected at some point I would say that at least 75% of them would agree that in can be a very real possibility. Can I guarantee that protecting ourselves before entering a haunted location will actually work? No of course I cannot. There are no guarantees in this life nor does anyone have all the answers. I can only speak from personal experiences of my own plus for others who also have tested this theory for themselves. Have I experienced any affects like I have been talking about? Yes I have. From tried and true experiences that I have gathered over the last three decades I found that when I was diligent about protecting my energy this did not occur as frequently as when I did not. It is vital that all paranormal investigators take this seriously.

If you believe that because you have investigated the paranormal for a couple years and nothing has happened to you as yet then I wish you the best in your endeavors; because it will. No investigator has all the answers to these affects and if you doubt what I am telling you I truly hope that someday you do not find out that I was right.

GHOST STORY "GRANNIE FEBRUARY"

GHOST  STORY 

"GRANNIE FEBRUARY"

        

Mistaken identity seems to be a common problem among the paranormal along with inaccurate information. There is a local legend in Elizabethton, Tennessee which falls in to this category.

It is said Grannie February haunts the Highland Cemetery. She is seen, sometimes on Halloween, wandering the grounds or heard rocking in her rocking chair. Problem is Grannie February a.k.a. Nannie February is not buried in the mausoleum containing the rocking chair. However, this is not a common case of wrong gravesite. Let’s start at the beginning.

Nannie was born in 1838 and married Isaac T. February in 1885. She became a widow at the turn of the century. Her reputation among her neighborhood ventured on a day and night scenario. Many described her as being generous. Nannie invited local kids to play her piano. Her fingers were often stained from breaking open walnuts and digging in her flower bed. She also possessed a fondness for Cadillacs even though it’s not known whether or not she ever drove any of the ones she leased.

Local teens claimed she allegedly practiced witchcraft. Why start such rumors? Supposedly, the answer lies with one of her routines. She often took a shortcut through Highland Cemetery, passed the Old African American cemetery, to retrieve milk from the local dairy. From time to time, Nannie stopped at her husband’s grave for a chat. I’m not certain that would be enough to accuse a person of witchcraft. However, with kids as the accusers, I guess it is possible.

Nannie died during the Depression and was buried next to her husband in a mausoleum. Nannie February sparked a legend. Nannie Crow (sp?) Brister’s death transformed it. She loved rocking in her rocking chair so much her family placed the chair in the mausoleum (located near Nannie February) where she was buried. It is this rocking chair many claim to hear and see rocking.

Thanks to vandals, the family removed the rocking chair and padlocked the door shut. Nannie February’s mausoleum is also sealed shut. It is uncertain whether or not the paranormal activity continues.

WARNING: Signs are posted. In Tennessee, it is illegal to be in a cemetery after sunset unless you have family buried there. Some cemeteries don’t allow ANYONE to be there after sunset. DO NOT TRESPASS! You will be arrested.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland and one of Christianity's most widely known figures. Despite his popularity, a lot of what is known about him is false thanks to hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling, that includes the story about him banishing the snakes from Ireland. The story was actually a metaphor for the eradication of pagan ideology from Ireland and the triumph of Christianity. Near the end of the fourth century, St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents and is believed to have died on March 17, 460 A.D.

At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. There is some dispute as to where he was kept captive. Many believe he was taken to Mount Slemish in County Antrim, but it's more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala. During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to religion for comfort and became a devout Christian. It is also believed that at this time Patrick first began dreaming to convert the Irish to Christianity.

Patrick escaped after more than six years of being a prisoner. His writings stated that a voice which he believe to be God spoke to him in a dream telling him it was time for him to leave Ireland. In order to do this, he walked 200 miles County Mayo, where he was aid to have been kept as a prisoner, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training that lasted over fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish.

Familiar with Irish language and culture, Patrick incorporated traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For example, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. He used the shamrock to explain the Trinity. He used it in his sermons to represent how the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit could all exist as separate elements of the same entity.

The first St. Patrick's Day parade took place not in Ireland but in New York City on March 17, 1762. Along with their music, the parade helped the Irish soldiers to reconnect with their roots, as well as fellow Irishmen serving in the English army. However, the first time St. Patrick's Day was publicly celebrated in America was in Boston in 1737. In modern-day Ireland, St. Patrick's Day has traditionally been a religious occasion. In fact, up until the 1970s, Irish laws mandated that pubs be closed on March 17. Beginning in 1995, however, the Irish government began a national campaign to use St. Patrick's Day as an opportunity to drive tourism and showcase Ireland to the rest of the world.

I hope everyone has a wonderful St. Patrick's Day. If you're planning on drinking, please do it responsibly.

Source: The History Channel

WHITE LADY ROAD GHOST STORY

GHOST  STORY

“WHITE LADY ROAD”

The White Lady legend has stories sprinkled in various countries. They supposedly died or suffered trauma in life and are associated with losing or being betrayed by a husband or fiancé. They have white cloudy eyes with short white hair and milky white skin, each of her physical features are very distinguished. She often appears not to be fearful in nature, more like sad. One such variation of this legend is located on a road in Leroy, North Dakota.

Legend states on a stretch of road, now known as White Lady Road, a traveling salesman became attracted to a farmer's daughter. He took her for a walk on this remote road for a more intimate encounter. When they came to a bridge over a swampy area, he made his move. Her response to his gesture was anything but what he desired. Instead of walking away, he flew in to a rage and killed her.

Today, when people travel on White Lady Road, it is sometimes met with a surprise. During no specific time at night, witnesses have been known to come across a woman dressed in white standing in the road. Before they can react, she suddenly appears on their vehicle looking inside with red glowing eyes. The purpose of her actions has been tied to her searching for her murderer. Those who have encountered her drove at high speeds to rid themselves of her presence, but she is one of determination. This particular white lady will not leave you be until she is satisfied the man she is looking for is not in your car.

Of course, there are variations of this legend. Another version has the woman being forced in to a marriage with a man she doesn't love all because she became pregnant by him. When she returned home from the wedding to find her infant dead and faced with a lifetime married to someone she hated, the woman went to a nearby bridge and hung herself. Visitors have seen her hanging from that bridge still wearing the white dress she was married in.

GHOST STORY “TRUE HAUNTINGS”

GHOST STORY

“ TRUE  HAUNTINGS ”

Okay pretty much everyone I know has ghost stories and this is definitely the time of year that you hear them the most so I thought I’d share a few of my weird experiences with you all and I hope you will feel free to do the same.

My first experience with something strange was in my first apartment/home. I was working on a perspective art project for college so I’d parked my little table and chair directly in front of the stair way with the kitchen sink directly behind me and a wall to my right and open kitchen to my left. So anyway I was drawing when my happily resting german shepherd jumped to her feet and started to growl. She started viciously barking in my direction for and for a very scary moment I thought she might attack me…that was until I realized she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking in back of me. There was only a wall there.

Next one I was working on the children’s psych unit at my local hospital. I know what your thinking. It’s going to be creepy, it’s a psych unit, that used to be a Convent. Nope we have cheery bright patterned carpeting, rainbow-colored doors and bright lighting. Well anyway we get this kid who starts listening to this smashmouth song on repeat over and over again all day long. We ignore it but that night he comes tearing out of his room screaming at the top of his lungs that the green faced woman with red eyes and sharp teeth was going to get him. This kid was 12 at the time and he was known for causing a lot of trouble so we told him it was a dream and to go back to bed. He outright refused to go back into his room so at three in the morning we were moving him to anther room. Now the weird part. Three months later we get a 16-year-old girl and we put her in that room. One day she starts listening to the exact same smashmouth song on repeat. The staff thought it was weird since the song had kind of fallen out of fashion when most of us were in high school but again we ignored it. That night she came out of her room dragging her mattress. She refused to go back into her room and I had to sit with her for the rest of the night. The next day she told the doctor that she’d seen a green faced woman with red eyes and sharp teeth. Later that same year one of the staff was doing a 1 to 1 safety observation when she told me she felt weird sitting alone in the hall at night. So to please her I pulled a chair into the hall but closer to the nursing station. We were both looking straight ahead when the light in the empty LOCKED classroom went on. I looked down the hall and she gave me a wide-eyed look.

The haunted Trailer. Okay about five years ago my apartment building was sold and all the people living there were given thirty days to scoot. Since I had not only one but two Doberman pinschers, finding a place to rent wasn’t easy so rather than get rid of my dogs I rented a trailer owned by a friend. Walking into the place for the first time I felt sick to my stomach. I chalked it up to being forced to move out of a really nice two bedroom apartment and into a 1970 something skyline trailer but I was stuck. The dogs trotted into the place and seemed pretty at ease until I tried to feed them. Since dobies are known to get bloat, the thing that killed Marley from the movie, anyway I throw their food on the floor and they go around snuffling it up like vacuums. So I did this but they refused to go into the kitchen. I could have thrown a prime rib on the floor and they would not have gone into the kitchen. Not long afterwards I realized the dogs weren’t going anywhere. During the night they would each take a side of the couch and Corey would cover them with a blanket and the next morning they were still on the couch covered up. They were scared and started growling at bare walls, their short spiky hackles rising from nape to tail. It was freaking me out. This stuff didn’t only happen at night or when I was alone. It was happening all the time. Then one night Corey and I were getting ready for bed when he was sneaking a soda from the fridge. Suddenly I heard his pounding foot falls racing down the hall and he and both Dobermans jumped on the bed next to me. His arms and bare back were covered with goosebumps. He said he’d been drinking out of the bottle when Aurora walked into the kitchen in front of him and lowered her head and started growling at the corner of the dark room. Corey said he put down the bottle and heard footsteps rush towards him. We moved after only living there for 29 days. Come to find out I asked the guy who’d lived there before if anything weird had ever happened in the kitchen. He said he hadn’t noticed anything but the guy who’d lived there before him had died at the kitchen table.

This one isn’t a ghost story really, but it did happen. After my mother passed away I started having really terrifying dreams of being possessed or attacked by unseen demons. After six long months this was becoming so frequent that I wasn’t sleeping anymore. So one night at work I was talking with a friend and she suggested I say the prayer of St. Micheal and sleep with it under my bed. So anyway I waited for Corey to go to work and went about protecting my house one room at a time. I didn’t dream of demons that night but a few days later I did. I was standing in my bathroom. In this particular reoccurring dream the door would slam shut and the lights would go out and I’d be violently attacked, while Corey banged on the door trying to rescue me. Well not this time. I looked to the doorway and narrowed my eyes at a small growling sound coming from the hallway. “I see you.” I said, then I leapt onto the back of the invisible attacker but this time I did the attacking. I fought with everything I had. This was the last time I ever had the dream. Little note, St. Micheal is a warrior. The protector of Heaven. It may just have been a complex psychological thing because though I’d always seen myself as my mother’s protector she’d died anyway, but it may also have been that I’d gained strength from another warrior and I finally got my fight back.

Last one, again not really a ghost story but it brought tears to my eyes. Last year Corey lost his grandfather to cancer. Corey and his grandfather were really close. Corey was born on his grandfather’s birthday and he was given his name. Every year they even shared a birthday party. They were exactly 60 years apart. Well a few days ago on Corey’s birthday he was going to work and it was still dark out. He said the sky was crystal clear and really starry so he stared up at the sky for a little while, just taking it in. Then he said, Happy Birthday Pepere, grandfather in Acadian French. A shooting star cut across the sky directly after. We could say it was a coincidence or we could just call it what it is…amazing.

Feel free to leave comments. If you’re a non-believer its okay to leave your comments as well. It’s cool I get it. :)