The origins of the Ouija board begin with two sisters; the Fox sisters, who actively claimed to communicate with spirits on a regular basis. They developed a system of knocks for each letter of the alphabet and so communicated with the spirit world using this method. Word traveled fast about the sisters' talent of contacting the dead and soon everyone from America to Europe wanted to do the same.
Parlour games were soon on the market with the first being the "Planchette" meaning Little Board in French.The Planchette was a board of wood with a pencil attached and two wheels. Fingers would be placed on the board of wood and the spirits would guide the movement of hands creating words. Of course these games were open to interpretation and often players could not decipher what it was the spirits were saying and soon became bored with the amount of time it took to spell out words.
More games such as this became available but in 1891 two gentlemen, Elijah Bond and Charles Kennard, had an idea to attach the planchette to a board with the alphabet on it and had in fact invented the first Ouija board. The famous "William Fuld", who at the time was an employee of Kennard eventually took over production of the board in 1901 under his own company name and quickly patented the name "Ouija". He then successfully sold his version of the board under that name. Fuld claimed the word "Ouija" was entirely his idea and given to him via a séance using his very own board. He claimed the word was ancient Egyptian for "Good Luck". This is incorrect, but the name has continued on ever since.
William Fuld actively sued copies of the Ouija or any other companies daring to use the name or concept right up until his death in 1927. The Fuld business was eventually sold off to Parker Brothers (now Hasbro) in 1966. Hasbro still holds the trademark to this day, however this trademark is not international and also not genericizised for the Ouija board.
Ouija boards are sold in stores such as Toys 'R' Us (USA), however if you are serious about buying a board, and want it now, try printing out or if you want a proper wooden Ouija as sold by Hasbro try Amazon.com as they have a large range of Ouija Boards and similar items for sale.
You do not need an Ouija Board to conduct a seance.
The word séance is French meaning "seat, session", derived from old French term seoir,"to sit".
The Ouija board hasn't always enjoyed novelty status however, and as many of you may know, it has a darker, more sinister association.The board was considered to be a fun game for all the family to play, especially for friends to gather and play after dinner parties in Victorian times. This was until the early 1920's, when a shadow was thrown over the use of the Ouija Board and contacting the dead.
Famous magician Harry Houdini who was also noted for debunking seances and querying the paranormal, wrote that five people from Carrito, California were driven insane by using a board. Some doctors began noticing altered states of mind in some constant users of the board, these states were sometimes so severe that commitment to an asylum was required.Dr. Curry, a former medical direct of the Sate Insane Asylum of New Jersey claimed that the Ouija board was a dangerous factor in unbalancing the mind and believed that if their popularity persisted, insane asylums would be filled with people who used them.
The next major and probably the most momentous influence in the downfall of the Ouija was in 1973 after the release of the well known horror film The Exorcist. In The Exorcist Regan, the girl possessed by Pazuzu the Demon, first communicated with the Demon through an Ouija Board. For the first time the public wholeheartedly believed in the movie's idea that playing with a Ouija board could result in nothing but trouble, or, as in Regan's case.....worse. The Ouija board then suffered a great decline in its popularity, people began burning their own boards and shunning the sale of them from game stores. To this day the Ouija board has never shaken off that terrible connection with evil, the dark side and black magic.
How Does it Work?
There are many different theories as to why and how an Ouija board works. Psychologists and skeptics explain it as a simple type of muscle reflex that makes your hand automatically move and your subconscious mind control the words that are spelled out. This action is often called the "ideomotor effect". It is an unconscious motor action that is the result of suggestion or expectation and attributed to not only the action of Ouija boards, but also to table tipping and dowsing. There of course is no strong evidence to back up these claims, but we must still remain open minded to the fact that an Ouija board may not in fact be a way of communicating with sprits.
HOW TO USE OR MAKE YOUR OWN OUIJA BOARD
DOWNLOAD/PRINT OUT OUR CASTLE OF SPIRITS FREE PDF PRINTABLE OUIJA BOARD:
*You will need Adobe Reader to view and print our Castle of Spirits Ouija Board - click to download PART I
PART II
Instructions and Castle of Spirits Protection Prayer
How to Make Your Own Ouija Board from Scratch
Simple and easy to do it's a great way to get your own board happening if the above download doesn't work.
YOU WILL NEED:
1 large table (a dining table is a good idea) with a polished surface.Paper, a black texta, scissors and a glass.
Simply write out the alphabet and numbers one to nine along with the words "yes" "no" and "good bye" on the paper and either cut or rip into squares around each letter, each number and the words. Place letters of the alphabet in a large circle (big enough for the glass to move around in) with the words "Yes" "no" and "good bye" in the middle of the circle of alphabet.Place your glass in the middle of the table and follow the instructions below
INSTRUCTIONS
Two or more people are recommended for using the Ouija board - more than three can be a bit two crowded - the general feeling is that three is just about the right amount for a seance.
First of all make sure everyone who is present would like to participate in the seance. Do not involve anyone who is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol. If anyone is overly skeptical its always a good idea to remove them from the room. If anyone is frightened or worried, don't try to convince them to stay, tell them to leave or put them in another room away from the seance.
Form a circle around the board with all participating members.
Link hands left on top of right.
Say a prayer of protection (please find Castle of Spirits own prayer on our downloadable Ouija board) .
Each person is to place 2 fingers of one hand on the pointer (planchette).
Ask questions that you would like answered and soon the planchette should start moving around the board in answer.
Make sure only one person asks questions at a time which avoids confusion.
Try to avoid any negativity or asking for anything bad.
If the board does not work try swapping participants around and taking some participants hands off the planchette
The planchette may start off by spinning circles - some say that this is the spirit trying to gain energy to communicate - some say it is the spirit finding it's way around the board.
If you do not understand what the spirit is trying to communicate to you ask it to either repeat the answer or ask questions that will clearly define what you would like to know.
If a spirit appears to be having trouble communicating ask what you can do to improve the communication.
If a spirit points to "good bye" let it go and say good bye.
If the planchette moves or falls off the board, simply place it back in the middle and go from there.
If you want to finish the seance place the planchette on "Good Bye" and say that you are now leaving. Everyone should then remove their hands from the board and the table. The board will be closed.
If the Ouija board is in fact contacting spirits of the dead and long gone, then you may need to show some amount of caution as to who you communicate with and try to remember the following:
A few words of advice from a close friend of mine who is a medium:
"Spirits have different personalities just like you and I - a lot of the time they get impatient and cannot spell, they sometimes use letters like U for You and R for are, 2 for to and so on. Quite often they simply use the initial of the person they are talking about (or to) instead of spelling out their name. Be aware that it requires a lot of energy on both sides to have a seance going. If the spirit gets tired they find it difficult to communicate with us and things will not run as well or as smoothly as you would wish. Since so much energy is used and needed, something like a possession would almost be unthinkable and unrealistic (and impossible) to do, and besides, there's no real evidence of any such thing ever happening. Be open minded, be careful and be aware!
Should a spirit show up that is overly rude, annoying or appears to have a violent personality, communication should be broken immediately - do not attempt to talk to this spirit in any way shape or form - if you keep the board open it will only return and annoy you - it's best that you stop the seance, put the board away, and give it a rest for a while, hopefully the next seance will not bring back this pesky spirit.
Sometimes spirits will show up as liars and deceivers, just as they were in human form, there aren't so many out there like this but they are out there. Don't believe everything you are told without questioning it".On the skeptical note:There is no real, hard evidence to show that anything lingers on afterwards, who's to say that events that happen afterwards are from a seance? You need to be sure that you are not talking yourself into things and not associating a seance with anything that happens afterwards just because you can, and just because a seance is a great excuse to blame things on!. Ask yourself "Would this have happened if I had a seance"? The answer is usually YES, it could happen at any time, anywhere, it doesn't mean that anything from a Ouija board is causing things to happen.
Its a sad fact that most stories surrounding events at a seance with an Ouija board are greatly over exaggerated or simply made up. Some of the stories that are told are just that, a story, and nothing more. It is good to remind yourself that an Ouija board is a board of wood with painted or written letters on it, such as street signs and billboards that are certainly not tools to contact the dead with, there is nothing really to be afraid of. There is no evidence to show that Ouija boards are in any way dangerous or anything particularly more than a simple piece of wood with writing on it. I hope if you decide to have a seance that you will remain open minded and use your common sense and intelligence to investigate the events, keep your eyes open, look around, and decide for yourself what is really happening.
Good luck!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
BLOODY MARY (VICIOUS)
Bloody Mary is the children's game of summoning an evil and vengeful witch of the same name. This is done by standing in a bathroom, with one candle lit and calling the name "Bloody Mary" into the mirror three times in a row.It is only the bravest of children who would attempt to participate in this game.It is believed that by taking part in this game, and summoning the witch, it would have one of the following terrible consequences:
eyes being ripped out by the witch.
found with claw marks all over body.
disappear mysteriously from the bathroom and end up in the mirror with the witch for eternity.
view the horrifying image of the witch appear in the mirror.
driven insane or dropping dead on the spot at the appearance of the witch in the mirror.
suffer terrible claw marks all over face.
Variations of the game are:
Calling out "I stole your baby Bloody Mary" into the mirror.
Calling out "I killed your baby Mary Worth" into the mirror.
Calling out "I believe in Mary Worth" into the mirror.
Turning around between one to one hundred times in front of the mirror.
Blowing the candle out and calling out to summon the witch in the dark.
There are also variations on the name Bloody Mary:
Mary Worth
Mary Whales
Hell Mary (for the appearance of Satan)
Bloody Mary Worth
Mary Worthington
These names are not so commonly used. The main name used is Bloody Mary.
THE HISTORY OF THE GAME
The history of the children's game Bloody Mary is a difficult one to extract from the large amount of mixed up legends and history that over the years has become the main basis for the story surrounding the game.The most common story told is that Mary Worth was a witch that lived over 100 years ago who dabbled in the black arts. She was found out and executed. However this does not tie in with a child or baby which is often mentioned in the ritual of summoning her.
The other story accompanying the ritual is a local woman was involved in a fatal car accident nearby, her face horribly mutilated. She reappears in the mirror when summoned with that same horrific face.
It is largely believed that the origins of the names "Mary Worth" and "Bloody Mary" came from a slight mix up of characters from history. There is a lot of speculation as to the names being taken from Mary I, Queen of England who reigned during the Tudor period. Mary Tudor was also commonly known as "Bloody Mary".
Her nickname of "Bloody Mary" became attached to her when she violently executed and burnt people at the stake for heresy throughout her reign of a little over 5 years.
She also was unable to bear children and suffered two phantom pregnancies, this is where it is speculated that the Bloody Mary game involving chanting "I stole your baby" or "I killed your baby" became tangled up with the now known Bloody Mary game.
There is another suggestion that the name "Mary Worth" was derived from a victim of the Salem Witch trials. There was no person involved in these trials by the name of Mary Worth.
Other surrounding additions to the "Bloody Mary" game are derived from the legend of Elizabeth Bathory, who it was rumored bathed in blood and took part in other atrocities to save her youthful beauty, of course her name was not Mary but somehow the stories of this cruel woman have been inserted into the Bloody Mary game.
However this game came about and whenever this game was first invented the one thing we do know for sure is that the ritual of spinning and chanting has evovled from quite a long time ago, when young girls participated regularly in rituals such as this to find who they would marry and when they would marry. There is also the addition of mirrors which were known as being portals to another world, especially during victorian times. Add in a little more of the olde time spiritual beliefs including covering mirrors while in the presence of a dead person or at a funeral, some spooky ghost stories told at bedtime, and it seems to have all somehow combined over the years to form the now famous game of Bloody Mary.
What Will Happen If You Play Bloody Mary?
After all the explanations and tales of the supernatural I expect if you've read this far you are dying to try out the game.
What you need is one candle, a strong heart and a big bathroom with lots of mirrors.
LIGHTS OUT in the bathroom,
Place your candle in the bathroom and light it, stand and look into the mirror, chant slowly "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary". And see what happens!!!
Its up to you to believe what you may or may not experience. If nothing happens try spinning around three times and then look into the mirror - see anything yet?
Its believed that most people see something after spinning around furiously which is usually the result of over indulgence of sugary, high-energy foods, and lots of friends standing outside a darkened bathroom. As for those reports and stories you hear from all your friends.....those stories that involved dark figures, violent slashes, cuts and bruises, well before you believe anything, ask for the evidence and then decide for yourself.
Until then try the game if you dare....but push one of your friends into the bathroom first!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Halloween jokes
- What does a monster call a girl who has three heads, nine eyes and six arms?
Cute!
2. What do you call someone who puts poison in a person's corn flakes?
A cereal killer
3. Knock knock! Who's there?
Boo!Boo Who?
4.How does a monster count to 11?
On his fingers.
5.What do you say to a 2-headed monster?
Hello, hello.
6.What happened to the monster that took the five o'clock train home?
He had to give it back.
7.What is a zombie's favorite dessert?
Ladyfingers.
8.What time would it be if five demons were chasing you?
Five after one.
9.Why do ghouls and demons hang out together?
Because demons are a ghoul's best friend!
10.Why do cemeteries have fences around them?
Because people are dying to get in.
11.What's a monster's favorite play?
Romeo and Ghouliet
12.Why did the monster eat a light bulb?
Because he was in need of a light snack
13.Why wasn't there any food left after the monster party?
Because everyone was a goblin!
14.What happened to the guy who couldn't keep up payments to his exorcist?
He was repossessed.
15.How do you mend a broken Jack-o-lantern?
With a pumpkin patch!
16.What do you get when you take the circumference of your jack-o-lantern and divide it by its diameter?
Pumpkin Pi
17.What do you get when you drop a pumpkin?
Squash
18.Why do Jack O' Lanterns have such silly looks on their faces?
You would too if you just had all your brains scooped out!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
SCARY
THE DROWNED LADY
This is not my story, this happened to my Uncle one night and he told me because we were swapping stories one night.
One night my Uncle was driving to work. He was on night-shift. He stopped at a set of lights and noticed a car that was stopped at the intersection going in front him. The car was running, it had the lights on, etc. It was a perfectly normal car. But there was no one driving it. He thought it was just a trick of the light. The light turned green, and he drove around the corner. As he did, he looked in his side view mirror. The car that seemed like it didn't have someone driving it, did. It was a middle aged man. Not exactly rare. But on his lap, a lady who looked like she just went swimming, sat there. She was wearing the most hateful look on her face. The man was oblivious to what was happening. Needless to say, my Uncle freaked and swore loudly. He relayed his story to my Aunty, who said the man might have drowned her, and had her spirit follow him around. I agree with my Aunt. Whatever that man did, the Lady didn't appreciate it.
GHOSTS IN MY APARTMENT (Real story of Jen)
Hi my name is Jen and I have lived in my current apartment in Brooklyn for about 30 years now along with my mom and my brother. We knew the first day we moved in here that it was haunted.
To give a little history on the building its over a hundred years old. It was built around the time our part of brooklyn was officially becoming part of NYC.
The first night we moved in my mom, myself and my two older brothers had to share one whole bed because our own was not delivered yet. While we were waiting my mom started to unpack some boxes and clean up a bit. She also hung up some blue curtains in our large room (thats where we all slept) so the sun would not bother us in the morning. When we got up for school the next morning and turned on the lights, my mother went to look out the window and noticed a big gash down the middle of the panel on the left. We had a cat but the rip did not indicate five claw marks had been made; it looked as though someone took a knife or some other sharp object and made one large rip right down the middle. My mom asked which one of us did it and we all said we didn't. She got scared, took the curtains down and threw them out.
After that there have been many strange happenings but my mother experienced most of it. She told us as well as my Godmother, who lived across the hall at the time, that she would feel someone jumping on her bed in the middle of the night. When she turned to see who it was no one was there. She would also hear footsteps in the hallway (which I actually heard once) and see things walking around out of the corner of her eye.
Fast forward about 6 years. My mother ran a daycare center in the apartment for 11 years (she was a nurse by profession but she wanted to stay home with us). She took care of about 15 kids during the day and I remember every one of them not wanting to go to the bathroom by themselves during nap time (during nap time my mom turned out the lights and it was pretty dark). They would always ask mom to walk with them and stay with them in the bathroom until they were finished. My mom figured it was the spirits but she was not really sure.
She finally found out one day when one of the parents told her that her daughter saw a strange dark man lying in our bathtub. Now at the time there were no men living in our apartment and my oldest brother was only a teenager and was at school at the time, and with the history of ghosts in here we could not say she was lying.
My Godmother's Experience:
About 10 years after we moved in, the Super and the painters were scheduled to come in to paint and fix the pipes in our kitchen. My mom and us had to keep our doctors appointments so she asked our godmother if she could stay in the apartment until they came (this was in the 80's where crime in NYC was really bad and my mother was not trusting anyone with our keys). When my mother came back she found the place had not been painted nor the pipes fixed. When she called the office to find out why nothing had been done, the people at the office said that the workers told them that no one was there to let them in. My mother denied it and in her anger she hung up the phone. She called my Godmother and asked her what happened and she said, and I remember it to this day "Don't ever ask me to stay alone in your apartment again. I will do anything else for you but not that". When my mother asked what had happened she said she saw a tall dark figure of a man standing in the corner of our living room and that she got so scared she ran out.
The day after my mother walked around the house with frankincense and her bible to try and burn out whatever was here.
It worked. But only for a while.
I remember while watching my mother walking from room to room I felt a cold gust of wind fly right past me. I remember being scared and asking mom if that was the ghost and she said it probably was.
Other Experiences
We do not know who the black shadow man is but there are other spirits in the apartment and I think they are family members. My family and I do not feel threatened by them and they like to let us know they are around by swooping in and out at the corner of our eyes and scaring our cat.
The two weirdest experiences I have had with the ghost that I think are our family occurred around my fathers birthday this September. My moms step dad and uncle came to accompany us to our cousins wedding. On a weekend in mid-September I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I suddenly heard two footsteps walk past me accompanied by a sudden chill. I turned around and started to tell the ghost to let me finish doing what I was doing but then I stopped. I went on washing the dishes and said to myself "what's the sense?" with my moms step dad we were all going to my cousins wedding that day and my uncle and his father (step dad) where due to arrive. When they came I saw my uncle in the dinning area but not his father. I asked him where he was and he said he was standing in the hallway and that for some reason he would not come in. I thought this was strange because despite how my mother felt about him (we all believe he killed our grandmother, my mothers mother) he was never shunned from the apartment. I went to the hallway to see what was wrong and I found him standing by the staircase, holding onto the banister of the first floor staircase for dear life. As he was holding on he was staring at our apartment door scared to death. I asked him what was wrong and he did not answer. He just stood there staring.
He eventually came in but all the time he was there I saw that he was scared. When I told my mother about it she said he may have seen her mother or her grandmother and they may have been trying to keep him out. I have a lot of stories but they wont all fit here, so this will have to be it for now.
OUIJA BOARD,(story From Ellen)
This incident happened to my stepdaughter and I beginning at a Toys R Us.
We were starting early on our Christmas shopping and decided to make a stop at the toy store. My stepdaughter and I made our way around to the board games and she happened to come across an Ouija Board. She discussed getting one with me for a little bit and I told her she could get one but couldn't keep it at my house because I'm a little jumpy about those things. She decided that she didn't have enough money to get one this trip so we figured on picking it up next weekend. We were still discussing it and came up to a toy aisle and started to turn down the aisle and at the very end was some megablock trucks. They're a bit bigger than the metal Tonka trucks. This truck was sitting on the bottom shelf and it just suddenly fell off and started rolling towards us and I'm not talking about a few inches as if it just fell off balance. It rolled half way down the aisle to me and Katie decided we really didn't need to look there and went on.
We headed to Walmart to do a little shopping and my glove compartment just popped open and banged her on the knee. We were really getting freaked out so we just tried to explain away the reasons for those two incidences happening.
We headed home after that and my husband had to work night shift so we told him about our little Ouija board discussion and he thought we were a little goofy. He left for work and my stepdaughter and I were sitting here watching movies and she decided she wanted to get her chapstick from downstairs which is her room/our basement when she's here. She opened the door and slammed it really quick and was yelling. She swears she saw something on the top step leading to the basement so I took a look and didn't see anything.
We sat here and started watching some movies again and I heard a noise and I figured I should check it out because I knew she was going to freak out. I opened the basement door and there on my top stop was a big furry black creature of some sort with some very long claws. Well of course, me being the big scaredy cat I am I screamed, slammed the door and locked it. My husband came home a little while later because they canceled the job and we asked him to take a look for us. At first he didn't see anything either but a little bit later he heard the same noise I had earlier and opened the door to take a look and there was the creature just sitting there staring. He closed the door and went for a shovel and went back in the basement and closed the door. We heard him banging around and he came back up and said he missed it and it ran out.
That was on Saturday and its Wednesday and we haven't heard or seen it since. Were all these events signs or just freaky coincidences?
13TH STREET APARTMENT(Story From Michelle)
I have had many experiences with the paranormal throughout my life. I will tell you about the one that scared me the most.
It happened in a house that I had a lot of other bad experiences in. I've never done research on the history of the house nor do I care to. But here's one incident that scared me almost half to death!
My family moved down to Arkansas when I was about 7 yrs. old. The house we lived in when we first moved there was a bit old. I had complained to my parents several times throughout the years of how I felt there was SOMETHING in the house that was trying to harm me. They eventually got tired of it and converted the porch into two bedrooms for my brother, sister and I. My brother got his own bedroom and my sister and I had to share. Since there wasn't much room, we got bunk beds and I got the top bunk with my sister being on the bottom bunk (yes I had sibling order issues).
Anyways, a short time after the new bedrooms were made my brother got a job working 3rd Shift. He was 5 years older than me and my sister was 6 years older than me.
One day I was awoken by the sound of my name being called. I looked at the clock and it said 3a.m. I heard the voice again calling my name. It was my brother's voice coming from outside our window. He was telling me to go open the door for him. I was still half asleep and so I was like, "why don't you just open it yourself?" The voice replied, "because I forgot my keys and now I can't open the door." I made a movement to get up, but then a thought crossed my mind. My brother worked 3rd shift so he was still supposed to be at work. So I asked him "aren't you supposed to still be at work?" The voice replied, "yeah, but they let us out early. And now I can't get in because I forgot my keys. Now just come open the door for me." I was sitting up in bed at this point and then another thought crossed my mind. Wait, if he forgot his keys how'd he drive his truck home? So of course I asked my brother that question. I sat in bed waiting for a reply. It was about a minute and still nothing. So I asked the question again. Still nothing. I got mad at this point because it was really early in the morning and I wasn't in the mood for one of my brother's annoying jokes. I hopped out of the top bunk and walked to the window (which wasn't hard since its 2 steps away from the bed). I pulled back the curtains getting ready to just yell at my brother, but there was no one there! I looked to either side and didn't see him. No car in the front of the house either. Now, the time I waited for a reply would have given my brother time to run around the corner of the house towards the backyard, but not without me hearing and that doesn't explain why his car wasn't in the front! There was no way that he could have gone out through the metal gate without it screeching and started his car all without me hearing it! Suddenly, a cold chill ran up my spine and I was like, no way could that have been my brother calling my name. I quickly closed the curtains and turned around contemplating waking my sister up. It was no use, she's a heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up if a gun went off next to her ear. So I bolted back up to my bunk and covered my face with the blanket til morning.
The next day after I got home from school, I asked my brother what time he had came home. He looked at me with that attitude look of his and said "7 in the morning like I usually do. Why?" I told him I was just curious and asked if any of his friends would have paid him a visit early this morning at around 3. He said no. At this point he had a worried look on his face. I knew if I told him then he wouldn't believe me. He would and did later on, but that's another story. The only person I told that day about this was my sister. And the next night, at exactly 3 in the morning I heard my name being called again. This time it was my sister's voice. It started off sort of slow and teasing like. It said it in that tone about 3 times. Then after a few seconds of silence it started again this time it was repeating my name fast! Sort of like when someone is excited and screaming out your name to get your attention quick. I was annoyed at this point and grabbed my pillow and was leaning over the side of the bed ready to smack my sister with it for trying to be funny and scare me. But I was frozen when I saw her still asleep with her eyes shut tight. Then I heard the voice say my name one more time this time slowly and sinister sounding. It wasn't my sister because she was right there and I was looking at her and her mouth didn't move! It was coming from outside the window! I dropped the pillow on the floor and got my butt under my covers so fast that I had a head rush. I stayed there under the covers until daylight broke through the room.
Like I said before, I've had many experiences in that house and never really had the guts to do a history on the house. I've moved since then. Far, far away from that house. I'm not sure if the present owners have any issues with it, but I sure hope they don't have kids at least. I wouldn't want a kid to go through what I went through in that house.
THE DOLL (Story by Sharon)
This happened a couple of years ago. We moved in into our new house and every thing was perfect; nothing weird actually. Me and my sister fought to have the room downstairs but as always, the big sister always wins. Let me describe downstairs.
You come down the stairs and turn to the left and there is a hallway. To the right is my sister's room. You go straight and to your right is a kind of living room. Straight ahead is the computer room. So in other words, if I wanted to go to the computer room, I had to walk in front of the living room. Anyways when my grandfather died; he gave my sister a doll. That was like 20 years ago. I am now 21. In the other house I never ever saw that doll. But in the new house, my mother had to put the doll in the living room downstairs. It creeped me out so bad. I was always nervous going downstairs, in fact afraid. I always had a bad feeling about that doll but I always thought it was just me. But I knew that it was not only me when friends came over and said they did not like going downstairs, they felt weird.
One particular friend said it was that doll that made them feel like that. He approached the doll and said I understand why you are afraid of the doll, its eyes are demonic.
Anyway's, I would often go to the computer room and get out at night when everything is dark. The moment I open the door from the room, the feeling would be strong and I had to open all the lights to cross the hallway.
For as long as I could remember, I kept having morbid dreams in that house about that doll. Not only was I afraid of it at day time now it was at night time. But one night, when I was about to get off the computer, I wasn't to pleased crossing the hallway at night again. So I opened the door and for the first time, I felt good, actually very good and unafraid. I walk slowly not knowing why, for the first time in 6 years in this house I felt safe. I went upstairs and went to the kitchen. The thing you should know is, in the kitchen there is a door that leads you to the garage and there I can see if the door in the garage is locked. Well when I was going to the kitchen I felt very uneasy. The terror invaded me once again. I could explain it until I opened the light in the garage. There it was, that doll staring at me in the garage. I then understood why I felt OK in the basement.
My mother finally threw the doll away. That is why it was in the garage. Ever since it was in the trash, I for once felt safe in this house and now my friends are not creeped anymore when they come. Is it possible that the doll had bad energy or perhaps something possessed it?
This is not my story, this happened to my Uncle one night and he told me because we were swapping stories one night.
One night my Uncle was driving to work. He was on night-shift. He stopped at a set of lights and noticed a car that was stopped at the intersection going in front him. The car was running, it had the lights on, etc. It was a perfectly normal car. But there was no one driving it. He thought it was just a trick of the light. The light turned green, and he drove around the corner. As he did, he looked in his side view mirror. The car that seemed like it didn't have someone driving it, did. It was a middle aged man. Not exactly rare. But on his lap, a lady who looked like she just went swimming, sat there. She was wearing the most hateful look on her face. The man was oblivious to what was happening. Needless to say, my Uncle freaked and swore loudly. He relayed his story to my Aunty, who said the man might have drowned her, and had her spirit follow him around. I agree with my Aunt. Whatever that man did, the Lady didn't appreciate it.
GHOSTS IN MY APARTMENT (Real story of Jen)
Hi my name is Jen and I have lived in my current apartment in Brooklyn for about 30 years now along with my mom and my brother. We knew the first day we moved in here that it was haunted.
To give a little history on the building its over a hundred years old. It was built around the time our part of brooklyn was officially becoming part of NYC.
The first night we moved in my mom, myself and my two older brothers had to share one whole bed because our own was not delivered yet. While we were waiting my mom started to unpack some boxes and clean up a bit. She also hung up some blue curtains in our large room (thats where we all slept) so the sun would not bother us in the morning. When we got up for school the next morning and turned on the lights, my mother went to look out the window and noticed a big gash down the middle of the panel on the left. We had a cat but the rip did not indicate five claw marks had been made; it looked as though someone took a knife or some other sharp object and made one large rip right down the middle. My mom asked which one of us did it and we all said we didn't. She got scared, took the curtains down and threw them out.
After that there have been many strange happenings but my mother experienced most of it. She told us as well as my Godmother, who lived across the hall at the time, that she would feel someone jumping on her bed in the middle of the night. When she turned to see who it was no one was there. She would also hear footsteps in the hallway (which I actually heard once) and see things walking around out of the corner of her eye.
Fast forward about 6 years. My mother ran a daycare center in the apartment for 11 years (she was a nurse by profession but she wanted to stay home with us). She took care of about 15 kids during the day and I remember every one of them not wanting to go to the bathroom by themselves during nap time (during nap time my mom turned out the lights and it was pretty dark). They would always ask mom to walk with them and stay with them in the bathroom until they were finished. My mom figured it was the spirits but she was not really sure.
She finally found out one day when one of the parents told her that her daughter saw a strange dark man lying in our bathtub. Now at the time there were no men living in our apartment and my oldest brother was only a teenager and was at school at the time, and with the history of ghosts in here we could not say she was lying.
My Godmother's Experience:
About 10 years after we moved in, the Super and the painters were scheduled to come in to paint and fix the pipes in our kitchen. My mom and us had to keep our doctors appointments so she asked our godmother if she could stay in the apartment until they came (this was in the 80's where crime in NYC was really bad and my mother was not trusting anyone with our keys). When my mother came back she found the place had not been painted nor the pipes fixed. When she called the office to find out why nothing had been done, the people at the office said that the workers told them that no one was there to let them in. My mother denied it and in her anger she hung up the phone. She called my Godmother and asked her what happened and she said, and I remember it to this day "Don't ever ask me to stay alone in your apartment again. I will do anything else for you but not that". When my mother asked what had happened she said she saw a tall dark figure of a man standing in the corner of our living room and that she got so scared she ran out.
The day after my mother walked around the house with frankincense and her bible to try and burn out whatever was here.
It worked. But only for a while.
I remember while watching my mother walking from room to room I felt a cold gust of wind fly right past me. I remember being scared and asking mom if that was the ghost and she said it probably was.
Other Experiences
We do not know who the black shadow man is but there are other spirits in the apartment and I think they are family members. My family and I do not feel threatened by them and they like to let us know they are around by swooping in and out at the corner of our eyes and scaring our cat.
The two weirdest experiences I have had with the ghost that I think are our family occurred around my fathers birthday this September. My moms step dad and uncle came to accompany us to our cousins wedding. On a weekend in mid-September I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I suddenly heard two footsteps walk past me accompanied by a sudden chill. I turned around and started to tell the ghost to let me finish doing what I was doing but then I stopped. I went on washing the dishes and said to myself "what's the sense?" with my moms step dad we were all going to my cousins wedding that day and my uncle and his father (step dad) where due to arrive. When they came I saw my uncle in the dinning area but not his father. I asked him where he was and he said he was standing in the hallway and that for some reason he would not come in. I thought this was strange because despite how my mother felt about him (we all believe he killed our grandmother, my mothers mother) he was never shunned from the apartment. I went to the hallway to see what was wrong and I found him standing by the staircase, holding onto the banister of the first floor staircase for dear life. As he was holding on he was staring at our apartment door scared to death. I asked him what was wrong and he did not answer. He just stood there staring.
He eventually came in but all the time he was there I saw that he was scared. When I told my mother about it she said he may have seen her mother or her grandmother and they may have been trying to keep him out. I have a lot of stories but they wont all fit here, so this will have to be it for now.
OUIJA BOARD,(story From Ellen)
This incident happened to my stepdaughter and I beginning at a Toys R Us.
We were starting early on our Christmas shopping and decided to make a stop at the toy store. My stepdaughter and I made our way around to the board games and she happened to come across an Ouija Board. She discussed getting one with me for a little bit and I told her she could get one but couldn't keep it at my house because I'm a little jumpy about those things. She decided that she didn't have enough money to get one this trip so we figured on picking it up next weekend. We were still discussing it and came up to a toy aisle and started to turn down the aisle and at the very end was some megablock trucks. They're a bit bigger than the metal Tonka trucks. This truck was sitting on the bottom shelf and it just suddenly fell off and started rolling towards us and I'm not talking about a few inches as if it just fell off balance. It rolled half way down the aisle to me and Katie decided we really didn't need to look there and went on.
We headed to Walmart to do a little shopping and my glove compartment just popped open and banged her on the knee. We were really getting freaked out so we just tried to explain away the reasons for those two incidences happening.
We headed home after that and my husband had to work night shift so we told him about our little Ouija board discussion and he thought we were a little goofy. He left for work and my stepdaughter and I were sitting here watching movies and she decided she wanted to get her chapstick from downstairs which is her room/our basement when she's here. She opened the door and slammed it really quick and was yelling. She swears she saw something on the top step leading to the basement so I took a look and didn't see anything.
We sat here and started watching some movies again and I heard a noise and I figured I should check it out because I knew she was going to freak out. I opened the basement door and there on my top stop was a big furry black creature of some sort with some very long claws. Well of course, me being the big scaredy cat I am I screamed, slammed the door and locked it. My husband came home a little while later because they canceled the job and we asked him to take a look for us. At first he didn't see anything either but a little bit later he heard the same noise I had earlier and opened the door to take a look and there was the creature just sitting there staring. He closed the door and went for a shovel and went back in the basement and closed the door. We heard him banging around and he came back up and said he missed it and it ran out.
That was on Saturday and its Wednesday and we haven't heard or seen it since. Were all these events signs or just freaky coincidences?
13TH STREET APARTMENT(Story From Michelle)
I have had many experiences with the paranormal throughout my life. I will tell you about the one that scared me the most.
It happened in a house that I had a lot of other bad experiences in. I've never done research on the history of the house nor do I care to. But here's one incident that scared me almost half to death!
My family moved down to Arkansas when I was about 7 yrs. old. The house we lived in when we first moved there was a bit old. I had complained to my parents several times throughout the years of how I felt there was SOMETHING in the house that was trying to harm me. They eventually got tired of it and converted the porch into two bedrooms for my brother, sister and I. My brother got his own bedroom and my sister and I had to share. Since there wasn't much room, we got bunk beds and I got the top bunk with my sister being on the bottom bunk (yes I had sibling order issues).
Anyways, a short time after the new bedrooms were made my brother got a job working 3rd Shift. He was 5 years older than me and my sister was 6 years older than me.
One day I was awoken by the sound of my name being called. I looked at the clock and it said 3a.m. I heard the voice again calling my name. It was my brother's voice coming from outside our window. He was telling me to go open the door for him. I was still half asleep and so I was like, "why don't you just open it yourself?" The voice replied, "because I forgot my keys and now I can't open the door." I made a movement to get up, but then a thought crossed my mind. My brother worked 3rd shift so he was still supposed to be at work. So I asked him "aren't you supposed to still be at work?" The voice replied, "yeah, but they let us out early. And now I can't get in because I forgot my keys. Now just come open the door for me." I was sitting up in bed at this point and then another thought crossed my mind. Wait, if he forgot his keys how'd he drive his truck home? So of course I asked my brother that question. I sat in bed waiting for a reply. It was about a minute and still nothing. So I asked the question again. Still nothing. I got mad at this point because it was really early in the morning and I wasn't in the mood for one of my brother's annoying jokes. I hopped out of the top bunk and walked to the window (which wasn't hard since its 2 steps away from the bed). I pulled back the curtains getting ready to just yell at my brother, but there was no one there! I looked to either side and didn't see him. No car in the front of the house either. Now, the time I waited for a reply would have given my brother time to run around the corner of the house towards the backyard, but not without me hearing and that doesn't explain why his car wasn't in the front! There was no way that he could have gone out through the metal gate without it screeching and started his car all without me hearing it! Suddenly, a cold chill ran up my spine and I was like, no way could that have been my brother calling my name. I quickly closed the curtains and turned around contemplating waking my sister up. It was no use, she's a heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up if a gun went off next to her ear. So I bolted back up to my bunk and covered my face with the blanket til morning.
The next day after I got home from school, I asked my brother what time he had came home. He looked at me with that attitude look of his and said "7 in the morning like I usually do. Why?" I told him I was just curious and asked if any of his friends would have paid him a visit early this morning at around 3. He said no. At this point he had a worried look on his face. I knew if I told him then he wouldn't believe me. He would and did later on, but that's another story. The only person I told that day about this was my sister. And the next night, at exactly 3 in the morning I heard my name being called again. This time it was my sister's voice. It started off sort of slow and teasing like. It said it in that tone about 3 times. Then after a few seconds of silence it started again this time it was repeating my name fast! Sort of like when someone is excited and screaming out your name to get your attention quick. I was annoyed at this point and grabbed my pillow and was leaning over the side of the bed ready to smack my sister with it for trying to be funny and scare me. But I was frozen when I saw her still asleep with her eyes shut tight. Then I heard the voice say my name one more time this time slowly and sinister sounding. It wasn't my sister because she was right there and I was looking at her and her mouth didn't move! It was coming from outside the window! I dropped the pillow on the floor and got my butt under my covers so fast that I had a head rush. I stayed there under the covers until daylight broke through the room.
Like I said before, I've had many experiences in that house and never really had the guts to do a history on the house. I've moved since then. Far, far away from that house. I'm not sure if the present owners have any issues with it, but I sure hope they don't have kids at least. I wouldn't want a kid to go through what I went through in that house.
THE DOLL (Story by Sharon)
This happened a couple of years ago. We moved in into our new house and every thing was perfect; nothing weird actually. Me and my sister fought to have the room downstairs but as always, the big sister always wins. Let me describe downstairs.
You come down the stairs and turn to the left and there is a hallway. To the right is my sister's room. You go straight and to your right is a kind of living room. Straight ahead is the computer room. So in other words, if I wanted to go to the computer room, I had to walk in front of the living room. Anyways when my grandfather died; he gave my sister a doll. That was like 20 years ago. I am now 21. In the other house I never ever saw that doll. But in the new house, my mother had to put the doll in the living room downstairs. It creeped me out so bad. I was always nervous going downstairs, in fact afraid. I always had a bad feeling about that doll but I always thought it was just me. But I knew that it was not only me when friends came over and said they did not like going downstairs, they felt weird.
One particular friend said it was that doll that made them feel like that. He approached the doll and said I understand why you are afraid of the doll, its eyes are demonic.
Anyway's, I would often go to the computer room and get out at night when everything is dark. The moment I open the door from the room, the feeling would be strong and I had to open all the lights to cross the hallway.
For as long as I could remember, I kept having morbid dreams in that house about that doll. Not only was I afraid of it at day time now it was at night time. But one night, when I was about to get off the computer, I wasn't to pleased crossing the hallway at night again. So I opened the door and for the first time, I felt good, actually very good and unafraid. I walk slowly not knowing why, for the first time in 6 years in this house I felt safe. I went upstairs and went to the kitchen. The thing you should know is, in the kitchen there is a door that leads you to the garage and there I can see if the door in the garage is locked. Well when I was going to the kitchen I felt very uneasy. The terror invaded me once again. I could explain it until I opened the light in the garage. There it was, that doll staring at me in the garage. I then understood why I felt OK in the basement.
My mother finally threw the doll away. That is why it was in the garage. Ever since it was in the trash, I for once felt safe in this house and now my friends are not creeped anymore when they come. Is it possible that the doll had bad energy or perhaps something possessed it?
Links:
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
