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The Bissman Building in downtown Mansfield, Ohio was built in 1886 where Peter Bissman's expanded wholesale grocery still stands today, but not in operation. In the early 1930s the twenty smokestacks on the north and south sides of the Bissman's filled the early morning air with the rich aroma of coffee, as its own brands Red Ban Java Blend, Steel Cut and Acme were prepared fresh each day. Downtown residents would wake to the scent of roasting coffee beans and return home at workday's end to the fragrance of roasting peanuts.
The building has an early Romantic Gothic styling and shares a haunting similarity with the Historic Ohio State Reformatory since they were both built in the same year by the same architect.
The Haunted Bissman Building was the site in the movie, Shawshank Redemption, of the Brewer Hotel where Brooks, actor James Whitmore, went to stay and hung himself soon after being paroled from The Shawshank Prison. The building was also utilized in the film as the front office of the building for the set of the Portland Daily Bugle.
"It's been in the family for six generations," owner Ben Bissman said. "It started out as a grocery distributor and we made roasted coffee beans."
Today it is used in part to house Pirate Printing, and also to store Bissman's personal car collection.
"There are different legends," Bissman said. "My grandfather used to tell me to stay away from the elevator."
According to old stories, Bissman said an employee once got his head cut off in the elevator on his last day of work.
It is also rumored that an 8-year-old girl named Ruthie haunts the upstairs.
Bissman said he'll never forget his first paranormal experience inside the building.
"I was a real skeptic at first," he said. "But I always had a feeling of never being alone in there. Two Augusts ago, we were on the third floor with an investigator and she was trying to communicate with my grandfather, saying things like, 'If you're there, give us a sign.' "
In addition to a lug nut rolling across the floor above, Bissman said he was hit on the right side of his neck with a softball-sized blast of cold air, which rolled across his chest and then hit his wife.
"I about passed out," he said. "It was just so freaky and scary. After that, I really started listening more to what people were saying about the building."
In 2007 the building was leased to a major film production company, the Midnight Syndicate, for the production of The Dead Matter, a vampire movie that was released in October of 2008.
"When your skin crawls and your goosebumps give you the chills...You know your on a shoot that has a story to tell!,and this building never stopped talking once it started!” - assistant producer of 'Shawshank Redemption'
If you’re an avid movie watcher, you’ve probably come across some pretty weird urban legends and myths. What’s amazing is that oftentimes real-life occurrences of mass hysteria, spurred on by mass psychogenic illness or collective obsessional behavior are much more bizarre and scary than fictional myths. These anomalous phenomena occur just like other natural phenomena and have long-lasting psychological and often fatal effects on the victims. Unusual as they are, similarly absurd phenomena are observed in animals and plants as well.
200+ Years of Witch Hunts, Trials and Executions
Most common in the Early Modern period (1480 to 1700) in Europe, witch hunts were one of the most popular and widespread forms of mass hysteria, resulting in legally sanctioned witchcraft trials and mob lynchings of many unfortunate people. The practice was so widespread that in later years absurdity of these accusations caused the term to adopt a connotation of malicious false accusations and persecution such as the anti-communist accusations during the McCarthy era.
The Dancing Plague of 1518
In July 1518 in Strasbourg, Alsace, France, a large number of people spontaneously started dancing for days without rest over a period of one month. Most of the people ended up dying due to heart attacks, strokes, or exhaustion. The plague started with one woman, in a matter of a few days that number increased to 34, and within a month to 400. To this day the cause of the mass hysteria is unknown.
The War of the Worlds Martian Invasion
Adapted from H. G. Wells’ famous novel The War of the Worlds, a Halloween radio broadcast on October 30, 1938 directed and narrated by Orson Welles caused thousands of listeners to believe that an actual Martian invasion was taking place (the fact that the environment was already generally hostile, leading up to the war, didn’t help). The hour-long radio broadcast was narrated in a news bulletin format, without any commercial breaks, causing many in the audience to be afraid while many others actually panicked, reporting that they could smell poison gas or see lightening flashes in the distance. According to some historians, approximately 6 million people heard the broadcast, 1.7 million thought it was true, and out of those, 1.2 million were actually frightened.
The Tanganyika Laughter Epidemic
This laughter epidemic started in a Tanzanian village in 1962. Starting with an innocent joke in a boarding school, the resulting laughter is said to have perpetuated itself and spreading to thousands of people. The laughter, some people claim was incapacitating. Other symptoms included respiratory problems, fainting, pain, and weirdly enough, crying attacks. The phenomenon lasted for about 18 months.
The Halifax Slasher Incident
On November 1938, Halifax, England, a week-long scare was started after 2 people falsely claimed to have been attacked by a man with a mallet. In the days that followed, more reports of attacks by this ‘mysterious man’ started popping up. The situation got so serious that the Scotland Yard had to step in to help the police and get to the bottom of these reports. Several people were mistakenly identified as the slasher and consequently beaten up by angry mobs and matters escalated to a point where most businesses in the city were shutdown and people were afraid to leave their homes. On November 29, one of the original alleged victims admitted that he had made the story up, causing many others to also confess and leading to 5 people being charged with public mischief out of which 4 were eventually sent to prison.
Strawberries With Sugar Soap Opera Disease
Morangos com Açúcar is a famous Portuguese youth soap opera in its sixth season right now, and is popular in predominantly among children and teenagers because of its depiction of adventures of Portuguese youth. In May 2006, over 300 students across 14 different schools began reporting symptoms matching those of the characters on the show, including rashes, respiratory difficluties and more, causing many schools to shut down. The ‘disease’ was ultimately dubbed mass hysteria by the Portuguese National Institute for Medical Emergency.
The Misanthropic Monkey-Man of Delhi
The story of this monkey-man is widespread in India though still remains a cryptid. Starting in May 2001, people started reporting that a strange monkey-man was attacking them at night. Descriptions of the monkey-man vary a great deal, with some believing him to be an avatar of a Hindu god, while others believe he is an Indian version of Bigfoot, and some even believing that he is a cyborg that can be deactivated if you throw water on its motherboard. The alleged victims include numerous people attaacked by the monkey-man, including one pregnant women, and a few others who were attacked by an angry mob which believed them to be the monkey-man.
The Revenge of Kuchisake-Onna
Kuchisake-onna, or Slit-Mouth Woman, is a Japanese mythological legend that tells the story of an unfortunate woman whose face was mutilated by a jealous husband, and who returns as an angry spirit hell bent on taking revenge by inflicting similar wounds on others. As with any good urban legend, rumors started circulating in 1979 about Kuchisake-onna sightings, then again in 2004, and again in 2007.
The Hindu Milk Miracle
The Hindu milk miracle was first observed on September 21, 1995. A worshiper in a south-Delhi temple made a routine offering of milk to a statue of a Hindo god, and the liquid disappeared from the bowl, appearenly sucked in by the trunk of the statue. In a matter of few hours, the word spread that a similar phenomenon could be replicated with statues all over North India. Similar ‘miracles’ were also reported on in 2006.
Genital Retraction Syndrome
Genital Retraction Syndrome is a form of mass hysteria where people are overcome with the belief that their genitals (most commonly penises and breasts) are shrinking, or retracting into the body. Sometimes people even believe that they may spontaneously disappear. Such panics have occured in many different places in the world, but most commonly in Africa in Asia. The panics are noticably more common in places with lower standards or provision of eductaion and where the local understanding of science and biology are lacking.
The 2006 Mumbai Sweet Seawater Incident
In 2006, residents of Mumbai claimed and began reporting that the water at one of the most polluted creeks in India, the Mahim Creek, had turned sweet. The claim, as ridiculous as it sounds considering that the creek receives thousands of tonnes of raw sewage and industrial waste every day, caused many to drink the water and save it in plastic bottles for later consumption.
This series continues its journey to depict the tales of two other individuals who claim to have encountered supernatural entities at different locations in the Sultanate. Similar sightings can be traced back to the legends of old, centuries ago, but its true existence will forever remain a mystery.
THE WHITE SANDS
Peter, a local businessman, was more than happy to share his story and it revolved around ‘the white sands’ leading up to. Road users often pass by-this area when heading off to the Belait District or neighbouring Malaysia.
Peter claims that his close encounter happened on the eve of New Year as he traveled home to be with his family in Seria. Festive songs played on the radio as he sang along to the medleys, grateful that he will finally spend New Year with his loved ones for the first time in five years. Not long after he reached the area, did a disturbing sight catch his attention. Glancing at the counter clock, it was a little after I am. “Why is she walking alone at this hour?” Peter asked himself. He stopped the car by the roadside and approached the seemingly oblivious woman who continued walking even after Peter called out to her. Concerned that the woman might need help or a ride, he attempted to speak to the woman. “Excuse me miss, do you need help?” Peter asked. She stopped walking and turned slowly towards him. Her long black locks covered her pale face as she gestured towards a junction and pointed to a deserted rest house nearby. Seeing as though something was amiss, Peter stepped back and asked, “Are you alright? Are you heading that way?” The woman simply nodded.
“Please let me give you a ride,” he said and opened the front passenger door for her. As he turned to face the woman, she suddenly disappeared and was nowhere in sight. Shivers ran down his spine as he stared at the pitch-black darkness, the silence becoming somewhat deafening. Instead of panicking, he drove off and continued his journey without ever looking back. “It frightened me out of my wits,” Peter said before concluding his story.
THE FISHERMAN’S FRIEND
A common pastime amongst people of all ages — this famous sport has provided an excellent opportunity for families and friends to bond and spend quality time together. Such was the intention of a young student who invited his friends for a ‘boys night out’ fishing along one of the well-known rivers in the district.
In this story, Khairul re-calls the horrifying events, which occurred on that fateful night. As they set out on their journey at quarter past midnight, the group of three were feeling absolutely jubilant, having just completed their public examinations. The humid clouds, which swelled above them, did not look promising and projected an impending thunderstorm. That of course, failed to hinder the group’s journey. After setting up their fishing rods, they decided to hunt for their quarry near the jetty and waited patiently for the ‘rewards’.
“It was a dark, eerie night and although my instincts told me something wasn’t right, I didn’t want to be a party-pooper,” Khairul said.
An hour or so passed when something tugged heavily at the fishing reel. “Guys, I think we caught something big!”
Samad shouted excitedly but as he attempted to pull in his catch, he found – nothing. “Maybe you didn’t place the bait properly,” Shahrol suggested. Confused and bewildered by the strange episode, Samad took out a tackle box to replace his reel and used live prawns instead of worms. “Hope this will work better,” Samad said and cast his bait into the river. Out of nowhere, a gust of cold wind blew gently in his direction. He turned his gaze towards Khairul, who was sitting quietly by the riverbank. “Hey Khai, you alright?” but received no response. “What’s wrong with this fellow?” Samad asked himself and decided to approach his seemingly quiet friend. While he was talking to Khairul, two men emerged from the parking lot. At first, Samad thought they were anglers looking to enjoy a fishing expedition but as he looked closely, he noticed that the two men were none other than his buddies. “If Khairul is there, who in the world is beside me?” Samad thought and without thinking, he ran towards his friends without looking back.
Samad struggled to contain himself and was practically hysterical. He told them about his ordeal and instead of comforting him, they laughed. “There’s no one here besides us. I think you watch too many horror films, my friend,” Khairul said. Furious and agitated, Samad marched into the parking lot and chose to wait for his ‘ignorant’ friends in the car. The two continued fishing and was not at all bothered by the incident. As they laughed away to the jokes and tales of their youths, they were distracted by what seemed to be a thousand flickering sounds. To their amazement, a shoal of fish splashed furiously against the water as if it were sending a signal. At that instant, something tugged at their fishing reel but instead of catching a big fish as they had anticipated, an amputated head hung on their hook, covered in dark, murky slime. Shahrol instantly tossed the rod into the river and watched as the head floated towards the jetty.
The two stood frozen in their tracks as they caught sight of a ’supernatural’ being dressed in black sitting by the jetty without a head. It then leaped into the water and crawled to shore before vanishing into the woods. Without hesitating, the two ran towards their car leaving all the equipment behind. Samad was sleeping contently in the back seat as they drove off. The return home turned out to be a bizarre odyssey as they began hearing disembodied voices coming from the back. As the two boys turned around, they saw the paranormal entity clinging onto the back of the vehicle. Shahrol turned on the radio and recited prayers to ward off the spirit. None of the three coveted to sleep alone that night.
“This episode has triggered months of restless nights for us and sometimes, we sense a strange presence especially when either three of us are alone. We have definitely learned a lot from this and will probably go fishing only in the afternoons,” Khairul said before concluding the group’s terrifying tale.
brunei.fm - A much-loved sport amongst fervent fans and football enthusiasts, this game has beckoned millions to its allegiance, dominating the world of sports on a global scale and in some cases apparently, captivating even the scariest of sorts. In this story, a group of friends journeyed back in time to relay their appalling tale, which they claim, occurred during a friendly match with fellow schoolmates at a random field in the district during the 1990s.
En route to their destination, the group cycled pass a row of wooden houses and shops before reaching a wide stretch of road leading to the open field. Although the sun radiated its golden rays over the turf, a disturbing presence loomed in the dark shadows of the forests and seemed to drape the surroundings in a menacing façade. Wilted leaves cloaked the paved walkway as a decrepit rest house stood beside the precipice landscape. This didn’t bother the youngsters at all as they geared-up to begin their much-awaited football match.
It started off as an exciting first-half but 15 minutes into the next round, the goal keeper kept a wary glaze at the nearby electrical poles. The curious lot stared blankly at their only source of defence against a possible goal and threw the ball in his direction. “Azim, what are you staring at? Focus on the game otherwise we’ll have to ‘belanja’ the other team if we lose!” Nazri said. The goalie simply nodded and laughed at the mild teasing but an evident fear loomed in his eyes.
As the game intensified, Daud, another player, skillfully maneuvered the ball in an attempt to strike for goal but before he could hit home, the striker dropped to his knees and twinge in pain. The others rushed to his aid and offered to escort him to the hospital but instead, Daud refused and opt to watch the game despite the untimely injury. While cheering on from the sidelines, he was taken aback by what seemed to be a piece of linen cloth dangling from one end of the electrical poles but dismissed it as nothing out of the ordinary. He occasionally diverted his attention back to the poles and was surprised to find that the ‘linen’ had shifted to another area. Only this time, it resembled a formidable ‘apparition’. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly glanced at the leaden sky. Darkness engulfed the skies as the sun took its leave over the horizon, radiating the last strokes of light, which resembled orange smears in the dusk, indicating that night was fast approaching. “It’s just my imagination. Must be the pain from my ankle,” Daud thought silently to himself and snubbed the idea of informing his friends about the strange sighting.
Both teams refused to surrender to defeat and before long, night had fallen. “Just one goal!” Razak playfully said as they jubilantly tried to win the match. Then, a striker from the opposing team attempted to make his mark but inexplicably smashed his volley into the nearby forest. The players stole quick glances at one another, indicating their refusal to retrieve the ball from the creepy terrain. One of their teammates, Ali, eventually volunteered to recover the object and immediately emerged from the woods after a few short seconds. “That was fast. So excited to win the game?” Nazri teased but his happy-go-lucky friend remained silent, a solemn look darkened his expression. The others simply shrugged off Ali’s ’sulky’ mood and thought the poor guy was fuming over recovering the ball earlier on.
As the match continued, Razak reinforced their attacking options and crossed for Ali to clip home the first goal but his teammate stood unresponsive to his gestures. Rage overwhelmed the defiant defender as he marched across the field to give Ali a piece of his mind. “If you’re angry over a small matter, don’t play. You’re just standing there like a statue! And why in the world do you reek of dead rats?” Razak shouted while covering his noise. Again, ‘Ali’ maintained his ‘poker face’. While the outburst transpired, Nazri tapped the furious defender on the shoulders and pointed towards the direction of the woods. Before them, their blithe comrade emerged from the dark shadows and ran hastily towards the others.
“Sorry guys. Took a while for me to find the ball,” Ali said nonchalantly. The players exchanged bewildered looks amongst themselves as their eyes searched the grounds for the ‘mysterious’ doppelganger and remained practically speechless at the bizarre ordeal. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Ali said, his eyebrows frowning at the uncanny glances around him. Daud limped towards the disorientated lot and disclosed the mysterious sighting he had spotted earlier on. Azim confirmed the bizarre incident for he too, caught a glimpse of the ‘entity’. “We had better leave. This isn’t a good sign,” Razak said. As they gathered their belongings, a ball ricocheted against the goal post and into the field. It moved bafflingly across the turf on its own and suddenly came to an abrupt stop.
Out of the blue, it struck Razak on the face with a sturdy force as blood started oozing out from his nose. Fear paralysed the entire team instantaneously and they scurried from the premises, leaving behind all their belongings. The perplexed lot stared in amazement at Daud’s sudden vigor and agility for he zoomed past the rest despite his so-called ‘injury’. “I never ran so fast in my life. All I felt was numbness but was more concerned about the impending terror behind us,” Daud joked.
The scampering crowd came to a sudden stop as a ghostly apparition emerged from the forest and glided towards the players while clasping a child’s bloody hands in the other. They vaguely caught sight of its distorted face and some managed to make a run for it but the others panicked and remained solidly still. As it released a petrifying laugh, the entity moved towards Razak and stared at him intently with its blood-shot eyes.
The others summoned their inner strength and began reciting prayers to ward off the spirit. It took on a defensive stance and attempted to shatter their fortitude by disrupting the group’s unified chants. Its ear-piercing snarl sounded like a pack of wolves howling in the night but they kept their grit together till the ’spirit’ disappeared into thin air. The terrified lot nervously retreated to the exit, reciting prayers each step of the way.
After a good five minutes, the group sighed in relief as they reached the junction to the main road. A deafening silence fell upon them as they ruminated over the uncanny state of affairs that ensued earlier. Their nightmare was however, far from over. That night, the foreboding shadows crept into their homes fueling a lurid episode of bizarre occurrences.
The group was plagued by a series of poignant haunting as three of them came down with mysterious illnesses that triggered anomalous hallucinations and paranoia for months while the others experienced encounters out of the norm.
Days after the dreadful field experience, Razak claims that his parents saw a ghostly apparition prying through his bedroom window. They initially perceived that it was a woman and child, who probably required help but as ‘it’ turned around to confirm their suspicions, the couple remained silent and intuitively knew what it was. A creaking sound then echoed near the gallery as they hurried towards the door to tentatively secure the bolt. “They don’t need the door dear. They can simply go through any wall,” Razak’s father implied as his wife gestured for him to hush down. Peering through the corners of the shutters, his mother caught sight of a ‘poltergeist’ commonly know as ‘hantu pochong’ to the locals, but soon vanished into the shadows.
The phenomenal encounters, seemingly plucked from the scenes of a horror film, continue to remain a mystery. In Azim’s case, several ‘visits’ scared the wits out of him as he struggled to fight his fears. “One night, a loud banging erupted on the front door. My parents thought it was a late visitor but after peeking through the window, they caught sight of a paranormal entity gliding from corner of the house to the other,” he said frightfully.
The daunting episodes didn’t stop there. At the stroke of three in the morning, he could perceive the sounds of loud footsteps, which then faded along the dark corridors. This was followed by strident thuds on the roof, which sounded like giant fingers drumming from above.
Now in their mid twenties, the group of friends evidently illustrated their hidden fears as they reminisced over the events of that fateful year. “It’s been more than ten years but the events remain freshly imprinted in my mind,” Razak said.
The notorious field, known for its lurid ghost stories, has undergone major transformations throughout the years and a building now stands in its place. The colourful blossoms and green pastures have supplanted the once-gloomy surroundings. Behind the building, the great forest loomed high above the grounds and concealed its sinister facade.
“We probably stepped into forbidden grounds or accidentally offended the malevolent spirits. Whatever the case, this is something no one should experience,” Nazri said before concluding their tales.
news.brunei - Encounters with the paranormal are likened to a mirage of appalling nightmares that often whets a subliminal fear and sense of inquisitiveness. The out-of-body experiences relay much on the supernatural frontier as this controversial topic forays into yet another mystifying journey, springing forth an intricate tapestry of both myth and unexplainable occurrences.
THE MURKY WATERS
Much has been whispered about the strange conundrums surrounding a local beach and although the scenic beauty bears no glaring flaw, visitors have been urged to exert caution when taking a dip in the otherwise tranquil waters.
In this story, a family from Berakas recalls the events of their supposed ‘barbeque outing’, which turned out to be a bizarre ordeal.
As the family of four embarked on their journey, the ’sleepy’ sun peeked over the horizon, radiating the first strokes of light at the crack of dawn. The deserted roads and empty shops are a common sight on Sundays with the exception of a few early risers opening their ‘kopitiams’ for business and an occasional jogger or two hitting the extra miles along the roadside. They whizzed pass several buildings and a residential area before reaching a familiar road. A pleasant signboard greeted their very arrival and before them, the oceanfront glittered like diamonds against the golden rays of the glowing sphere in the sky as the mighty waves crashed against the shore, its cool morning breeze emitting a soothing sensation, as if washing away all the sorrows of yesterday.
They managed to secure a hut near the playground and began setting up the grill for their barbeque. “Sarah wants to play on the swing dad,” Anwar said and before he could even utter a ‘yes’, the two siblings ran across the field and began playing with the recreational facilities. Their father, Hakim, simply smiled at the children’s eagerness for it has been a while since they spent a family day together amid the hustle and bustle of daily life. After a hearty breakfast, Hakim decided to go for a swim while his wife watched over the kids.
The alluring sea had already beckoned its visitors to enjoy a host of nature’s fine offerings as beachgoers could be seen playing volleyball, while others engaged in various fun-filled activities. A former swimmer during his youth, Hakim attempted to test the vigor of his once-perfectly honed skills but laughed off the foolish endeavour after fatigue overwhelmed his entire body. Suddenly becoming conscious of his whereabouts, Hakim noticed that he had swum beyond his reach. “I didn’t expect to swim that far off to sea and was shocked as to how I reached that point,” the aspiring manager said.
Out of the blues, a piece of log floated in his direction but he simply dismissed it as nothing unusual. As he attempted to swim for the shoreline, a giant wave appeared from nowhere and struck Hakim hard causing him to spiral down beneath the surface as he struggled to fight the torrential currents that pulled him deeper and deeper into the menacing waters.
“I tried with all my might to rise to the surface but it felt like a thousand strong hands were pulling me from below,” he said. The sturdy force of the tide dragged him like a rag-doll as it glided across the sea, refusing to release the father-of-two from its grasp. As he entered into a state of unconsciousness, the melodic laughter and angelic faces of his children flashed before his eyes. “I longed to see my kids again and vowed that nothing would take me away from them,” Hakim said with sheer pride. With that, he expended a new burst of energy to swim ashore and ascended to the surface, gasping for air as he did and made his journey back.
However, his sudden willpower was short-lived as the relentless torrents refused to surrender its claims and once again, hauled him into the dark, gloomy waters. In that instant, a brawny pair of hands pulled Hakim back to the surface as he constantly slipped in and out of consciousness. The phenomenal episodes promptly summoned him back to reality as he stared at his valiant savior and although grateful, Hakim gravely feared for his safety. “We need to swim back. It’s not safe here,” Hakim murmured as they buoyed on the baleful territory like two helpless souls. His sudden rush of adrenaline rekindled a renewed strength as he repudiated the idea of placing the youth’s safety in jeopardy but regardless of their attempts to make it to shore; they seemed glued in position as it took forever to reach their destination. “Mister, what’s going on?” the terrified youth questioned as an evident fear loomed in his eyes.
Hakim began reciting verses from the al-Quran along with prayers to guide them back to safety. Together, they vigorously swam until they reached the soft layers of sand and collapsed on the shore. The beach was gripped with pandemonium as curious onlookers rushed to their aid. Hakim’s wife and children smothered him with kisses, grateful for his safe return. He turned towards his side and thanked his heroic rescuer for such a courageous act.
Days passed when his wife approached him to relay her side of the tale. The uncanny state of affairs ensued after his bizarre disappearance on that fateful day. Seeing as though something was amiss, she sought help from fellow beachgoers and some were kind enough to render their assistance. After searching the grounds for more than five hours, a young man caught sight of Hakim struggling in the waters and when he made the rescue attempt, both of them mysteriously disappeared from sight. They only re-appeared after reaching safely ashore.
After concluding her version of the story, Hakim removed the retention bandages on his legs to reveal a hundred handprint marks and scratch spots embossed in the deep layers of his skin. “My wife was bewildered by the strange marks on my legs and it bears a painful reminder of my near-death experience. This has broadened our concepts in every aspect of life. Thankfully it was I who ventured into the waters and not my kids. To learn that I was missing for a good five hours surprised me as it only seemed like a few minutes,” Hakim said. He also advised beachgoers to keep a watchful eye over their children when swimming in beaches and ensure their constant safety at all times.
Whether this incident was the work of paranormal entities or not, it isn’t meant to misconstrue or tarnish the charms and tranquility of our serene beaches but more rather to unleash a sense of awareness amongst fellow readers that an impending danger can lurk anywhere and thus, exerting vigilance is certainly vital especially when it concerns young children.
Throughout the years, tragic deaths or near-accidents occurring at beaches, rivers or even pools involving drowning victims have made headlines in local newspapers. The public has voiced deep concerns on the need to set up watchtowers and install lifeguards to ensure the safety of both children and adults alike at the beach or swimming centres.
In the olden days, traditional beliefs governed many superstitious aspects in the construction industry but modern times have shunned the idea of seeking permission from designated sites before a development activity to appease any spirits occupying the area, primarily due to the fact that time has become the essence for most companies.
It is believed that paranormal entities would inhabit a deserted home or quarters after three days and sometimes, manifest itself to the living … or so they claim. Such was the case of five foreign workers who voluntarily agreed to work overtime on a Thursday evening to reap more ‘rewards’ at the end of the month.
As the five geared up for the long night ahead, the colossal riverside villa rose out of the night, darkness illuminating the forsaken grounds as the sun slipped vertically down the horizon, its clandestine decent seemed portentous, radiating a crescent shade of gray and gloomy blue across the leaden sky.
The workers, all of who are from Malaysia began revamping the dilapidated mansion and soon, sounds of welding machines and the constant hammering on walls echoed throughout the great house. Their only source of light came from the illumination of the fluorescents powered by a generator, which was ample enough to work with. Amid the hectic series of errands to complete before midnight, time passed by quickly for the hard-working lot. They decided to take a break and sat on the front gallery to grab a bite to eat. As they laughed away to the jokes and tales of their past, one of them began to perceive a racketing sound coming from the east wing of the house. “Did you hear that?” Herman asked.
They became as silent as the grave and tried to listen closely to the strange noise. A minute passed and nothing occurred. “I think fatigue is getting the better of you,” Yusry said while patting Herman on the back. Out of the five, only Herman believed in ghosts while the rest refused to acknowledge their existence. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind stirred the loose shutters behind them and they instinctively turned around to the direction of the sound. “Grab your tools guys, I think there’s a thief in our midst,” Yusry said as he slowly crept into the manor. They searched each room but found no visible signs of the ‘thief’. The ignorant foreman then suggested inspecting the upper floors, which of course, had no light bulbs or even fluorescents installed. The curious four grabbed their flashlights and proceeded to act as ‘detectives’ in the night.
Herman decided to stay on the ground floor where the florescent lights offered some comfort to the otherwise sinister-looking surroundings. The dim illumination from the torchlights elongated the shadows as their footsteps creaked against the floorboards. “Jeff, check the pantry. The others will follow me to the attic,” Yusry said, pretending to act bold. Even in the dark, an evident fear twisted Jeff’s expression as he slowly murmured the words ‘chicken’ to himself. The three climbed another flight of stairs before reaching the eerie and humid loft. Again, no ‘lank-haired’ poltergeist emerged from the shadows as they had anticipated.
“There are nothing here guys. I think we over-reacted quite a bit there,” Yusry said with a laugh. As they descended from the stairway, Jeff was already sitting comfortably beside Herman. “Did you check the pantry?” Yusry asked but Herman shook his head negatively. Before he could give his friend a good scolding, a nasty snarl followed by vague sobs emerged from the upper floors and without thinking, the group retreated hastily towards the exit.
The sudden rush of adrenaline left them bewildered as to why they scurried from the house in the first place. Yusry stared at their petrified glazes and turned his attention towards the roof. There, a ghostly apparition sat silently still and stared at them intently. As the group attempted to make their leave from the creepy grounds, the ‘entity’ disappeared into thin air and re-appeared suddenly before Yusry. Herman quickly grabbed him by the shoulders as they ran for safety.
Needless to say, their supervisor was stunned to find them along the roadside but shook his head in disapproval as they relayed their tales. “The only ghosts here are five of you. I hope this is not some excuse to stop work early,” he said. The others simply remained silent. Days later, a group of Thai workers experienced a similar phenomena and abandoned the construction site.
Years have passed since the bizarre episodes and their supervisor claims that workers from different companies too suffered encounters out of the norm. The renovation works at the once-charming manor still remains unfinished till this day, as the ‘occupants’ tend to drive away any ‘uninvited guests’.
“The owners are attempting to conduct renovation works at the site again and hopefully, everything turns out for the best,” the supervisor said.
The following story was forwarded to me about a year ago. At the time, I talked to the writer in order to ease the guilt and worry that she had:
Hello Sir - your email was forwarded to me by a relative who thought you or your colleagues could help answer some questions regarding an incident I witnessed a few years ago. You have my permission to use this story but I do ask that my name be left out. Since I no longer live in the area where this occurred you may use those details. I would ask that you call me first. (NOTE: I did call and talk to the writer and was given permission to add other facts to her account...Lon).
It was the summer of 2004. At the time I was selling real estate in Warren County, Virginia but mostly in the Front Royal, Virginia area. The vicinity is known more for the Shenandoah Valley as well as it's history during the American Civil War. It seems that most of the older property has a story behind it and it's usually tied to the Civil War.
I moved there in 2000, not long after I graduated from college. Real estate sales was not my first choice for a career but I was doing well, so I decided to see how far I could go.
In March 2004 a house with many acres of farm property was listed for sale. The former resident had recently passed away and the family was selling it. From what I gathered, none of the relatives wanted to take over the property and it was decided that it be sold as soon as possible.
On the day I first toured the old place it was obvious that the previous owner took very good care of it. It was quite a nice house with a barn, a smokehouse and a large greenhouse. A nephew of the former owner accompanied me during the inspection. He assured me that there would be no attempts by any family member to impede a sale and that everything in the house was to be sold 'as is.' All furniture, appliances, tools, etc. were to be included in the sale. I explained to him that they would most likely realize more profit if the items were removed for sale in an auction but he insisted it must be sold 'as is' and that the buyer would be responsible for the contents. I thought this was quite odd, but I promised that I would do as the sellers wanted.
To my surprise, the property was listed for only 3 weeks. The overall housing market was starting to get very tight and large properties were difficult to sell. But, in fact, I made the sale to a couple from Washington D.C. who was the second party that showed interest. They made a counter-offer which was quickly accepted by the sellers. Everything went quite smooth though the day of settlement was a bit strange. The nephew and his sister were representing the sellers. Their demeanor was very distant and cold during the entire procedure. At one point, the buyers asked the nephew if there was any property in the house that he would like to keep. The nephew gave them a glaring look and told them that he 'didn't care if they burned it all.'
Several weeks later the new owners invited me for dinner in their new home. They were quite proud and wanted to tell me about the history of the place. It was once owned by a former British officer who had defected and fought with the colonists during the Revolutionary War. Later it become a working farm and remained so until the 1950’s when it was purchased by a Baptist preacher and his wife. The couple was considered quite eccentric and the preacher never had a large congregation. The new owners were told by an attorney who lived nearby that the preacher held worship services in the barn because there was never a church. There were many rumors of strange rituals being performed during these services.
It was a very enjoyable evening and we agreed to get together again. I really did like this couple. They were very intelligent and quite polite. The husband worked for the Federal government and the wife was a pharmaceutical representative. They had grown tired of the urban lifestyle in Washington D.C. and wanted a home where they could relax. One thing I did notice was that much of the furniture and appliances left in the house remained and was being used by the new owners.
On the July 4th weekend, the couple invited me to join their cookout. My boyfriend was staying with me for the week so he decided to come along. I hadn’t seen the couple in over a month and was very interested to know the life in their new home was going. When we arrived, instantly I knew something was wrong.
We started walking towards the back of the house and noticed that no one other than the couple were there. I asked if we were the first to arrive and was told that none of their friends accepted the invitation. We sat down in the lawn chairs and started to talk. They both looked worried though I didn’t understand what was going on. I’m a very direct person so I asked if there was anything wrong. The wife looked at me and explained that none of their friends would come to the house anymore and that they had all had bad experiences when visiting. She started to get more specific and said that they thought the property was haunted. I tried not to laugh but the smile quickly came to my face. I looked back at both of them. They were deadly serious and not smiling.
They said that something tried to push people down the stairs and that a bad odor would permeate the living room for a few minutes then fade away. They also heard screaming sounds outside at night and thought it may have been coming from the barn. As well, they were both having dreams about dead bodies buried in the greenhouse and barn. I had never experienced anything paranormal while on the property so I simply dismissed it.
The day went by without an incident and, in fact, it was quite enjoyable. It was starting to get late and I needed to get up early the next morning so we thanked them for their hospitality and drove home. I really didn’t think much about what I was told and quickly went to sleep that night.
The next morning I woke early and got myself together because I had several homes scheduled to show that day. I needed to first stop by the office so I could pick up the newest listings. When I arrived at the office, I noticed a police car in the parking lot. I walked into the office and was immediately approached by the office manager and told that the authorities wanted to talk to me.
I introduced myself to the police officers and asked what was going on. One of them handed me a photograph of the couple. They were lying on the ground, side-by-side and obviously dead. They were both very pale, like all the blood had been drained. I acknowledged that I had sold them the property and that we had socialized the previous day. He explained that their bodies were found by a police officer the previous night after a 911 call was placed for a disturbance and that they were found laying in the barn as seen in the photo. The only information I could provide was what they told me and that they thought the property was haunted.
The next day I was told that they both died from natural causes and that there would be no further investigation. That’s all I was ever told and that’s all I would ever find out. I asked a physician if it was possible that two people could be scared to death at the same time. The look he shot back at me was of utter bewilderment, which was followed by laughter. He said that it was practically impossible to scare a person to death, let alone two people at the same time.
Since that incident I moved to the west coast and no longer sell real estate. I know their deaths will haunt me for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t feel so bad if I hadn’t dismissed what they said so quickly and so out-of-hand. I feel that something on that property frightened them so bad that it resulted in their deaths. J.L.
NOTE: I had an associate check the circumstances described in the story. I told the writer that I was going to do this and she agreed just so her name was left out of the post. There was a death of a couple in the area at the time described. Since there was no investigation and the deaths were determined to be of natural causes the only information available is on the death certificate...Lon
bucksfreepress - She was the last woman ever hanged in Britain and she could still be haunting a churchyard in Penn.
Or so a paranormal researcher believes.
Author and photographer Eddie Brazil, 54, has been researching for his book about haunted churches around England.
His work has led to him to the idea that the ghost of Ruth Ellis – who was executed in 1955 – may be returning to the site where she murdered her lover David Blakely.
The first tale of ghostly apparitions comes from a Penn farm worker who was killed when he fell from his horse in the 18th century.
His ghost was said to appear up in the churchyard.
In 1980s the figure of a woman in white was seen to leave the churchyard by the east gate and walk down the hill which runs by the side of the churchyard.
Hazlemere resident Eddie explained: “Nobody knows the identity of the apparition but the Crown Public House across the road - they have a woman in white.
“We found out that David Blakely, who was murdered by Ruth Ellis, is buried in Penn churchyard, – and they used to drink in the crown pub.
“She told Blakely's parents that she loved him and ghost identification is a weird business.
“We thought could it be the ghost of Ruth Ellis still pining for Blakely?”
Eddie said he is a believer in ghosts and thinks eventually science may prove their existence.
“It's my opinion that ghosts do exist. There's a theory gaining ground on the scientific table in the last few years called non-locality theory which suggests mind and brain are separate, that the mind acts through the brain, but when you have bodily death the mind or consciousness can carry on in some from.
“The analogy would be like a television or radio signal which requires the nuts and bolts of the television to convert the sounds and pictures.
“If you were to destroy the TV or radio i.e have bodily death you wouldn't destroy the signal or consciousness.”
Eddie, who had his first paranormal experience at age of 10 in London, wants to hear from Buckinghamshire residents about their own sightings and stories – not just about churches – but all paranormal activity.
Ruth Ellis, aged 28, was the last lady executed in the UK. Her trial at The Old Bailey and execution at London's Holloway Prison on 13 July 1955 aroused great public interest and coverage by the newspapers of the day. This contrasted with the lack of media interest in the case of two other ladies executed before Ruth Ellis: Louisa Merrifield in 1953 and Styllou Chrisofi in 1954.
Ruth Ellis was part of the Soho nightclub scene of 1950s London. She was a hostess at a night club. During this time she met and had a stormy love affair with a car racing driver called David Blakely. However, Blakely had been pointedly avoid Ellis and she had continued affairs with several other men.
On Good Friday 1955 Ruth Ellis caused a disturbance outside the Hampstead flat where David Blakely was staying with some friends. Blakley refused to come out and he did not answer several phone calls that Ruth Ellis made to the flat. Ruth Ellis eventually left the scene when Blakely telephoned the police from the flat.
On Easter Sunder, 2 days later, at 9pm, Ruth Ellis saw David Blakely through a window of the Magdala Tavern, a pub located on the edge of Hampstead Heath. However, Ellis did not enter the pub and she waited outside.
Blakely left the pub with his friends at 9.20pm, ignoring Ruth Ellis who he noticed was waiting outside. Ellis took out a loaded revolver from her handbag and fired a shot at Blakely. This first shot missed Blakely, but ricocheted off a wall, injuring a passer-by. Ellis's fired a second shot and this hit David Blakely and he fell face down on the roadside. Ruth Ellis then walked over to where Blakely laid and fired four bullets into Blakely, emptying the revolver. An off duty policeman came from the pub and took the revolver from Ellis, who offered no resistance to the police officer. David Blakely was dead on arrival at hospital.
A newspaper paid for two defending barristers at her subsequent trial for Blakely's murder at the Old Bailey in London. Ellis seemed not concerned that she was on trial for her life, and was asked the following question by the prosecution at her trial:
Prosecutor: "Mrs Ellis, when you fired that revolver at close range into the body of David Blakely, what did you intend to do?"
Ellis: "It is obvious that when I shot him I intended to kill him."
Ruth Ellis was found guilty of murder and sentenced to death by hanging. The newspapers clamored for a reprieve, but the Home Secretary announced on 11 July that the execution would go ahead as planned. Two days later, Ruth Ellis was hanged at Holloway Prison in London.
After her execution, her Post-Mortem was carried out by Professor Keith Simpson at Holloway Prison. She was then buried within the prison's graveyard.
In 1971, her remains were exhumed and re-buried at St. Mary's Church in Amersham, Buckinghamshire.
After every execution, a Post-Mortem examination was performed on the executed criminal's body. The main purpose of the examination was to find out whether the execution had been carried out correctly, and the prisoner had not been asphyxiated by a bungled hanging. The pathologist report would be presented to the coroner's inquest, which would normally return a decision that the deceased had died as a consequence of judicial hanging.
Normally, the reports are not published but the Post-Mortem Examination performed on Ruth Ellis was published. The Post-Mortem examination on Ruth Ellis was carried out on 13 July 1955 at London's Holloway Prison.
In this case, the Post-Mortem was conducted by the pathologist Professor Keith Simpson in the morning just after her execution. The inquest was held later in the afternoon, and Ruth Ellis was buried within the prison grounds. She was later exhumed and re-buried in Amersham, Buckinghamshire.
"According to legend, the Djinn were the first inhabitants of this world, where they lived for thousands of years before humanity arrived. In order to make room for humans, angels took the Djinn out of this world and placed them in a dimension that parallels our own. There they stay hidden from our view. They have the ability to see and interact with us, but we have difficulty seeing them. They are cloaked in mystery, and it suits their covert purpose.
The goal of most Djinn is to retake this world, which they feel rightfully belongs to them. In order to succeed, they must make humanity give up stewardship of this reality. They are accomplishing this by stealth and disguise. They have great powers and plenty of time, for they live for centuries.
Shape-shifting Djinn may be responsible for many forms of paranormal phenomena and experience, such as UFOs, shadow people, ghosts, poltergeists, and demonic possession. In such ways, they gain access to us that enables them to steal our life force and information about us, and to manipulate and use us without revealing their true form and purpose. These negative experiences are on the rise" - The Vengeful Djinn: Unveiling the Hidden Agenda of Genies
Are the negative forces of the Djinn on the rise? There are many references to the Djinn in everyday life in the Islamic world but particularly in Saudi Arabia and nearby Arab nations. These Djinn or Genies are supernatural beings in Arab folklore and Islamic teachings that occupy a parallel world to that of mankind. In combination, Djinn, Humans and Angels make up the three sentient creations of Allah. The Qur'an mentions that Jinn are made of smokeless flame or "scorching fire". Like human beings, the Jinn can also be good, evil, or neutrally benevolent. This belief make it easier for Islamic societies to 'explain away' the unexplainable as well as combine it with conventional living. Here are a few recently published reports:
Djinns blamed for 'fires' erupting at Saudi house - Two Saudi brothers who were scared out of their home and moved to another house because of repeated mystery fires were shocked to find that fires had not stopped at the old house. A week after they settled down in the new house, a big blaze erupted and damaged a large part of it.
The two were then convinced that Jinn (ghosts) were behind the blazes and their theory was supported by the police and a Moslem scholar who said he himself witnessed the fire at the house in the southern town of Bisha.
But that was not the opinion of the Saudi civil defence, who believe all the fires were an act of arson.
Quoted by the Saudi Arabic language daily Okaz, the two brothers, Fahd and Bandar Al Gamdi, said they were forced to move to another house nearly three km away from the old house because of persistent fires.
“But fires did not stop at the old house and they then spread to the new house, forcing my brother to move to another house,” Fahd said.
Sheikh Mohammed Al Omari, a well known scholar in that town, said he was called by the two brothers to read Koran and “evict the jinn out of the house.”
“As I started to read in one room, a fire erupted but was put out by the civil defence units who were there at that time,” he said.
“I then moved to another room and started reading Koran when a fire flared…fire erupted in every room I moved to and then I felt the Jinn movements…I was not scared and kept reading Koran.”
The paper quoted police spokesman Major Abdullah Al Shaathan as saying investigation showed there was no act of arson as no one could sneak into that house, adding that forensic experts found no electric or building faults.
“These fires are abnormal or in other words are supernatural…we are still working on the final report which includes statements by neighbours.”
But supernatural causes were dismissed by civil defence spokesman Colonel Mohammed Al Asimi, who said initial evidence points to criminal act.
“We are still investigating these fires and preliminary examination and evidence show criminal activity could be involved in these incidents,” he said.
Dhiab Al Amiri, a resident of the village of the young man pointed out, "The young man went last Wednesday to a mountain near the village by his motorbike but he didn't back yet. The absence of the young man prompted his family to ask neighbors about him and during the search found his motorbike next to the mountain without any other traces for him."
Police was informed immediately and they rushed to the location with search dogs and helicopters but did not find the man.
Local residents believe the mountain is inhabited by the Djinns, reported the Saudi based Arabic newspaper Al Marsad.
They disclosed that many mysterious incidents occur and stories are narrated about the Djinns who live in the mountain.
Residents also confirmed that the young man was kidnapped by a group of Djinns.
They say after such incidents religious scholars need to interfere and release the young man from the clutches of the Djinn.
It is reported that one of the sheikhs had a vision and spoke to the Djinn who kept the young man in grotto in the mountain.
Large number of citizens visited the mountain, where some of them brought sacrifices for the Djinn to release the young man.
Omani army members still surrounded the mountain in preparation to enter.
After failing to locate the 23-year-old girl, her family started to distribute leaflets and stick posters on mosques in the hope they will get any information on her whereabouts.
“We are living in tragic conditions because of my sister’s disappearance,” her brother Ahmed Ali said, quoted by the Saudi online Arabic language daily Sabq on Sunday.
“She has been under the spell of jinn (genies) and this may have to do with her disappearance… it’s nearly 41 days now and there is no trace of her despite intensifying police search for her.”
Newspapers last week said the girl left her house in her mountainous village near the western town of Taif and never returned.
“Some people told police they saw her walking on a hill not far from her house then vanished again,” one paper said.
“Her brothers and some residents in the village said she sometimes appears at night and then suddenly disappears… they told police that they believe she has been haunted and taken by jinn.”
Ali said his unmarried sister was carrying a bag and a dress when she left the house six weeks ago.
He said she had run away from home a year ago but was found at another house on the same day.
“On that day, she was with my other sisters washing in the second floor of the house… she then went down to the ground floor… my sisters waited for her but she never came back,” he said.
“Before she vanished, we used to take her to some Koran reciters and scholars… she used to walk into their places but we had to carry her on our way out as she appeared to be in a trance… a red fluid sometimes oozed out of her ears and noses… it was not blood and it had a strange smell… some scholars told us that she is haunted and others said she is under jinn guardianship.”
'Ghosts' set Kuwaiti house on fire - Like in horror movies, strange fires keep erupting at a home in Kuwait dead on time and its owner was told by Muslim scholars the house is haunted.
Mansour Al Ajami and his family still live in the house in Ahmadi area in Kuwait City although it has suffered from over 40 fire incidents since they moved into it six years ago. But he appears to have had enough as he thinks of leaving.
Ajami, interviewed by Alanba Arabic language daily, said fires erupt exactly at five in the evening and the morning every few weeks and although civil defence units have managed to put them out, they have no idea what caused them.
What adds to these macabre scenes is that the fires began in May, the fifth month in the year, Ajami said.
“After I moved into the house, a fire erupted in May which is number five…eversince, all the fires have occurred at either five in the morning or five in the evening…I had to seek religious help so I invited a well-known Saudi sheikh (Moslem scholar), who told me the house is haunted,” Ajami said.
“The sheikh said the house is haunted by good and harmless jinn (spirits) but that they seem to have been disturbed by the human presence.”
Ajami said he did not know the reasons for the mysterious fires, which target furniture, cooling systems and other household items. “The other day, I bought school bags for my children and the next day they were on fire.”
Ajami joked about the fact that he had become well known to the fire fighters, adding that he only had to mention his name when reporting a fire. “They have memorized my address because they have been here many times.”
He said that two weeks after his family moved into the house, they started to hear children crying and woman groaning at night.
“Some fires did not need our intervention as they just suddenly died down….fires have occurred in most parts of the house except one room, which is located on the ground floor…we now sleep in that room for safety,” he said.
“After all these mysterious incidents, I am now seriously considering moving out….I appeal for the authorities to find me a house that will shelter my family.”
In many instances, when the public declares that a Djinn is the reason for a fire or other incident officials issue statements criticizing the “abusers” and “rumormongers” for spreading the word about the Djinn. The belief of the Djinn is so ingrained in these societies that the media will denounce the police for issuing these statements. The following article - Djinn Hysteria Strikes the Gaza Strip - details the traditional acceptance of the Djinn.
Are the Djinn simply an excuse for tragedy and fate? Negative energies are identified by many names and descriptions...but basically, all malevolent activity is evil. The effect of negativity in each situation depends on the victim's nature and circumstances...and eventually how they intend to fight it.
Before this gets underway, it must be said that aside from various forms of evidence, from those who have experienced NDEs, and that which comes from photo record and EVP recordings, there is no indisputable proof of life after physical death. Even today, in what is arguably a scientifically advanced culture, this age old mystery is still so much left to faith and religion to try and explain. Moreover, ninety-nine percent of all life-after-death study is considered ‘paranormal’ or ‘supernatural’ and is generally a hands-off subject for mainstream research. And though this fact may be regrettable, or even foolish, it is not the intent of this author to pass judgment on the scientific community.
Proof, Truth and Nature
Someone once said… ‘Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof.’
Now, on the surface of this brief statement, is a certain ring of logic. It makes sense to us, at first anyway, that the weight of a claim should be counterbalanced by an equally weighty bit of proof. But then you may begin to think about it in depth and if you do, you realize what a completely ridiculous notion it really is.
First of all, truth is proof… and it is a stand-alone item that does not require props or assistance for support. Once something is proven, the deed is done. Period. There is no need to prove it again and again simply because the truth the proof represents is contemporarily unpopular.
One simple bit of truth is that nothing unreal exists. If something does exist in fact, it is entirely real. One step further, we can say that nothing that is in fact real is also unnatural. Everything that exists,exists as a natural part of this, our grand universe.
So, we now know that if something is real, then it exists and, so too, it is natural. Anything that is real, exists, and anything that exists, no matter how unlikely, is neither paranormal or super natural. Magic, per se, goes out the window.
The God Quantum
If humanity had the know-how to manipulate matter and energy at will, then we might be able to understand the most basic principles of the existence God. And for just a moment, we’ll allow for His existence too… but not as a supernatural entity.
Albert Einstein once said: "Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler." In the case of God, though, the simplest form He takes is of a creature of superior skill and intellect. But to then transform Him into a deity that is somehow separate from or above the universe He is said to have created, is to make Him simpler than He is just for the sake of the simplest human minds to conceive. So, while our creator He may well be, he is still natural, still quite real. From this point on, God becomes the greatest scientist in the universe and what He does is no more unnatural than what any one of several billion humans could (and most likely, would) do if any one of those several billion humans had the know-how.
God is great. God, in his magnificent laboratory, created everything and all of us for reasons we still don’t understand.
God is good. He could have easily made a mess of this little planet at any time but has allowed humanity to go on its merry way, mostly unmolested, towards… well, whatever ends it should someday reach.
God is no longer supernatural. God, in whatever form and with whatever name you care to attach, is no more surreal than you or I.
I Sing The Spirit Electric
If we could prove that man had a soul, or spirit… or whatever that survived after physical death, then proving that they sometimes loiter about in the hereafter would become a mere technicality. So, it is that proof of the soul or spirit that we need.
The Christian Bible tells us that God created us in His own image. Does that mean that God has ten toes, eight fingers and two opposable thumbs? No one knows for sure but the better odds exist in that we, and He, are something more than that. Of either flesh or spirit, it appears that the latter is more survivable, if not perhaps even approaching eternal.
A spirit that is us, would necessarily have to reside in us, perhaps akin to how an operating system resides on the hard drive of your computer. The difference would be that when our bodies, or biologic motherboards, die, the program goes on independent of the previous, physical host.
How would this be possible?
Well, we are not as smart as God and so our computers reflect that lack of expertise in design. But assuming for one minute that it could be done, the most natural answer would be in some form of electricity, or energy. And one thing we can be sure of is that energy can be neither be created nor destroyed. It can only change form. One step further, since we know the human brain uses electricity as a form of connectivity within itself and to the human machine for both thought and active intention, we might then so too wonder where all those electrical impulses go when the physical body expires.
I have personally seen quite a number of photos that purport to show a visible or semi visible ‘ghost’ or spirit. Since the advent of the internet, these things are now just everywhere for anyone to look at and… of course, judge. And since the arrival of some very good image manipulation programs like, Photoshop and its many, many kin, there are now a growing number of clever people applying their talents with this software to create what are often quite startling picture subjects.
It has finally reached the point where being able to tell the difference between the genuine article and a clever contrivance, is nearly impossible.
Now, for another moment, let’s make the leap and assume that at least some portion of this category of photos, represent a real event. Simplified, it is accepting that the surviving spirit of a former flesh and blood human being has some means of manifesting itself into a visible form, perhaps in some degree that also reflects of its former, physical appearance.
How is it done?
Again, we know that energy and heat are one in the same, merely in different forms. If a spirit could tap the heat in the air of any given location, it might then be capable of rendering that energy into a form that reflects visible light. This would, perhaps, explain the ‘cold spots’ so often reported along with ghost/spirit events. The spirit/entity extracts the energy needed for the manifestation from the heat in the air, thus leaving that cold spot in its wake. It may even be theorized that ghosts actually feed from various sources of energy, in much the same way our bodies get the same from the food we eat.
So, without some form of energy, would the spirit die of starvation?
Following a direct line of logic, one might think that entirely possible. And since most ‘cold spot’ events do take place either inside a structure or at night, is it beyond the realm of possibility that light, as a form of energy, could also be a source of ghostly nutrition? Outdoors in the broad daylight, there is so much energy being transferred from the sun, we can use solar panels to collect it and transform it into electricity and heat.
Why couldn’t a spirit?
Speaking strictly for myself, I do not believe I have ever heard of a cold spot occurring in daylight, in a warm climate. One reason may be that sun source abundance… so that any extraction by the spirit would be negligible to the whole being available, that we wouldn’t even notice it.
Oh, it also helps to bear in mind that even in those coldest of Earthly climates, there is still far more heat than one finds when approaching the levels of absolute zero.
Where Beauty Lies
One other thing that demands some explanation is the strange appearance that some ghostly figures take. There is an ethereal look to them, as if they are being presented to us through a piece of thick glass, full of distortions. The resulting view from this end can often be quite frightening.
The most likely explanation is that the spirit/entity is merely projecting its own image, as he or she recalls it.
If we assume that the spirit taps ready sources of energy to present a visual form, it may be that anything less than a full supply of that same energy might skew the end result. And if our spirit/entity has any choice of what we see, then strange might be a result of choice. We see light being reflected from a field that is generated to do so in the semblance of the projector… when it was still holding skin upon bones. And since memory is not nearly perfect, what we would see could be a likeness of an imperfect recollection.
The spectral image may be constantly changing as memory, imagination and external stimuli interact to create something that is never the same from moment to moment and perhaps, not even at all resembling what any one of the singular memories represents, in any coherency.
You may take with you your emotions, your likes and dislikes, your desires and yes, your loves. But from the other side, you are no wiser and no greater than you ever were here in flesh & blood.
In fact, you may finally come to realize that… it is tough being a ghost.
The Kremlin in Moscow has always been a shadowy place, steeped in mystery. Myths and legends grew up around it - including some blood-curdling ghost stories. A new book aims to throw some light on the Kremlin’s secrets.
Can you imagine the Moscow Kremlin’s famous red-brick walls painted grey, or a trolley bus trundling through its serene courtyards? No, well at some point it could have become a reality.
The Kremlin that we know was built in the decade between 1480 and 1490, according to a new book called "Moscow Kremlin - Russia's citadel", which includes documents previously unavailable to the public.
One of these documents reveals that in the 1930s there were plans to lay tram lines across the old fortress’s territory, to transport people from one part of the site to another. Considering today's limited access to the area, such an idea is almost unthinkable.
"The decision has been made but not fulfilled," Sergey Devyatov said, PR director of Federal Guard Service, whose specialists carried out much of the research for the book.
He said that in the turbulent 30s the authorities considered repainting the Kremlin grey instead of red.
"It is very fortunate that there was not enough grey paint," Devyatov said. "When they estimated how much paint would be needed, it turned out that the entire Soviet fleet would be left unpainted. It was a difficult time and the idea was put aside."
Stars & eagles
The famous Kremlin stars, seen for miles around, also have a unique history. The star was part of Soviet propaganda symbolising the hero. Several of the Kremlin’s towers were supplied with them.
The first star appeared on Spasskaya tower (the one with the clock) in 1935. It substituted the tsarist double-headed eagle. These stars were made of steel and included the Soviet symbols of the hammer and sickle inlaid with gems and plated with gold.
Soon, however, dust covered the gems and gold and the luxury stars were changed for more practical red glass ones with light bulbs inside.
Mysteries of the citadel
The Kremlin, where in recent times the President of Russia has had his offices, is the oldest part of Moscow. It’s right at the heart of the capital, in the geographical, historical, political and cultural sense.
Along with Moscow itself, the Kremlin dates back to the 12th century. Moscow was first mentioned in the chronicles in 1147. Initially the Kremlin was the fortification of the settlement which appeared on the Borovitsky hill, where the Neglinnaya river flows into the Moskva river.
In the 13th century the Kremlin became the residence of Moscow's princes. For ages it remained the home of the country’s leaders – from the tsars and the Soviets right up to modern times.
Given this long history, it’s hardly surprising that the Kremlin is associated with many myths and legends. One of these suggests the site is haunted.
The most famous ghost stories about the Kremlin concern three leaders: Tsar Ivan the Terrible, who reigned Russia in the 16th century; Vladimir Lenin, who led the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution; and the notorious Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin.
Some people say Ivan’s shadow can be seen and his footsteps heard in Kremlin’s Ivan the Great Bell Tower. There are also reports that his spirit visited the last tsar, Nikolay II and his wife, on the night before Nikolay’s coronation. This was viewed in some quarters as an omen that the Romanov royal dynasty would collapse.
Does Lenin really rest in peace in his mausoleum?
Lenin is also thought to be a frequent ‘guest’ in the Kremlin. According to some historians, Lenin’s ghost was first seen by a security chief in October 1923, even though he was still alive at that time (he died three months later). The official wondered why Lenin came with no guards accompanying him, but he was told on the phone that in fact Vladimir Ilich was in Gorky at that moment.
Later, other witnesses came forward who saw Lenin in the Kremlin that night. And discrepancies in their accounts have only added to the mystery. Lenin was very ill at the time and couldn’t walk without a stick and moved very slowly, but those who claimed they saw him in the Kremlin that night said he had no stick and was walking very quickly.
But Joseph Stalin remains the most frequently seen Kremlin ‘shade’. Some say his ghost wants to ‘establish order’ in the country, and thus usually appears when Russia is hit by deepest crises. One of the signs that Stalin is stalking the Kremlin, legend has it, is when the room suddenly gets cold.
North Central Texas - 1/5/11 - Spirit Rescue International was contacted by a very reliable source asking us to try and locate a portal on her land which she suspects has been opening up. The client herself has also seen what appears to be a black creature which was also witnessed by a neighbour at a different time.
The neighbour also reports a car driving along the road that came to a sudden halt parallel to the creature then sped away at high speed, could it be that the cars occupants also have witnessed the creature.
The following day the client went to the position of the sighting to take photos, as she approached the area she at once became fearful, the atmosphere had changed her gut feeling told her to get away and she fled back to the house. This lady is very level headed and doe's not get scared easily.
This is about all we have at the moment. We do not like to be given to many details before a remote view. This sounds like it is going to be a very interesting one though.
As soon as we can, this RV will take place. The target will be a stretch of land that extends to 19 acres...Irene
Remote View Notes
Irene and I conducted a remote view on this case today, 1/10/11.
Irene set the target coordinates for me and monitored the session. We systematically executed 4 phases in order to perceive the target and to gather as much information possible. This session would be a bit different than previous remote views due to the large area involved as well as the uncertainty as to what I was hoping to perceive.
In Phase 1, the coordinates (a set of two - four digit numbers) were given to me...from which an ideogram (a graphic symbol that represents an idea or concept) was developed. The target was a chosen point in real time which may have been related to the sightings at the location. By probing the ideogram, 'descriptors' (the function of describing) were used to determine the nature of the target. Several attempts with the same target coordinates were done in order to get a average assessment. In this case, the descriptors were varied and did not offer has much information as desired.
In Phase 2, the target vignette was narrowed by probing for sounds, textures, temperatures, colors, luminescence, contrast and smells. Through this information I was able to focus in on any verticals, horizontals, diagonals, topography, mass and energetics as well as my overall 'feeling' of the target. As in Phase 1, my sense of the target was varied and unclear though a few bits of information were coming into view.
In Phase 3, I made a rough sketch or drawing of what I was perceiving. At this point, the sketch was assumed to be a 'portal'. The description of the portal from Phase 2 was that of a 'dark to light blue colored space that varied in size, shape and luminescence....a sulfur smell was present as well as the sensation of something slick and fluid to the touch'.
In Phase 4, I went into a deeper perception of the target. This included sense, magnitudes, emotions, physicals, subspace, viewer feeling, concepts and deductions. There were other specifics used, but at this point there was no systematic procedure needed because the observations were beginning to flood in. I immediately started to sense an entity present...described as a low-to-the-ground creature moving around the location. This entity was dark colored, canine in appearance but also possessed some human-like features. There was hair on the face and back but the rest of the body was hairless with a dark colored 'sheen' on the skin.
As I probed deeper into the target I sensed that (in real time) it was dusk and that seemed to be the time that this entity moved through the portal onto the surface plane. The creature noticed me and suddenly turned away...an attempt to avoid looking directly at me. There was no malevolence detected.
I had previously detected an underground route or cavern that allowed this entity to move undetected at fairly lengthy distances to other portals along the way. As well, there is a very good possibility that this is a multidimensional being...though, there does seem to be some physical aspects to it.
This area of Texas was inhabited by the Comanche Nation, so we will be considering some of their legends when researching this location...Lon
This illustration is very similar to the entity perceived. Photo: Manataka (Arkansas) Indian Council - Legends of Old Dog-Chief
I contacted the client not long after the remote view session in order to get their thoughts and assessments. (NOTE: the client has some psychic ability and is an artist)
The client verified that this entity does 'come out' at dusk and has been seen by several other witnesses at this location. This location also has natural gas reservoirs. One of the nearby natural gas heads has been leaking off and on...and that a 'sulfur' smelling additive indicates that the apparatus is leaking. As well, the general area has connecting oil fields...all open space underground would easily contain crude oil at various levels. (This may explain the 'dark colored sheen' on the creature).
The client was adamant that they sensed that I was at the location during the period of the remote view session.
The client has expressed that they do not want the entity moved because they feel it is a 'protector' and it should remain where it is comfortable. I wholeheartedly agree. The client and their family are of native American heritage and aware of the relationship between the spirit and natural world. They wanted to get a better sense of this entity in order to reassure those who also live on the premises...Lon
Client photo of the portal area and where the entity was seen at dusk
The following is an update from the client:
I just realized why you saw the portal as "a dark to light colored blue fluid gateway". We had a lot of rain before you did the remote view and there was standing water in the area where the portal was last seen. As you saw it in the light of dusk (sky was cloudy and gray), and with all that standing water, it would probably cause it to look lighter.
The portal itself is dark (pitch black), however I forgot to mention that I saw a reddish light, right at dark, just a few nights ago, in an area just south of where (name redacted) saw the portal. This was just a flash of red light, just above the ground. I could not make out anything else, as the surroundings were already dark. I felt that something emerged from that spot.
Could this be the entity that I saw looking in through my patio door? It was humanoid, not very large and pitch black. I only saw it's eyes for an instant, that's where I first got the sense of a lupine. The eyes were a dark yellow color but unlike a wolf, the eyes did not reflect light. It looked right at me, then vanished. You did not describe the color of the entity...was it dark and did you see it's eyes when it looked towards you?
I have a feeling that it watches me. I am not afraid of *it* but I am afraid to some extent, of what else is lurking out there. Perhaps that is why it is here? To guard me and others from something else?