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Apparently a little girl died in front of the right window. Here are two more photos capturing the same face in the same window:
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The group of friends walked through Vandalia Cemetery, tombstones dotting the ground glowing yellow in the moonlight. This cemetery in Porterville, Calif., called Scranton Cemetery by the locals, has a troubled past.
“The legend that I have heard since I was in high school is that there used to be a home for wayward girls in the middle of the cemetery,” Porterville ghost chaser Tammy Heston said. “And the head mistress of the school was extremely abusive and also was into devil worship and some of the girls were used in that practice as sacrifice.”
A girl who is said to have escaped this home was captured, killed and buried somewhere in the cemetery, but Heston tends to think that part of the story is urban legend.
“I have not found anyone who actually knows this for a fact, but the kids around here seem to believe it,” she said.
A run-down building “with an old sink and bathtub” near the center of the cemetery lends some credence to the “home” story, but part of the legend Heston is convinced is true – the cemetery is haunted.
“From the moment we arrived at the cemetery, we started feeling weird things,” said Heston, who has seen spirits since she was young and is able to sense their presence.
The group decided to separate into pairs and investigate the cemetery. They were equipped with a camera and a compass.
“When a spirit is present, the compass needle will spin like crazy,” she said. “And it was going nuts that night.”
Heston chose to walk the perimeter of the cemetery, her niece by her side.
“We were together walking around by the side of the cemetery where the headstones date all the way to the early 1800s,” she said. “And I got the feeling that someone was walking along side me with their hand on my shoulder.”
Heston didn’t mention this to her niece because she didn’t want to alarm her – but the feeling alarmed Heston. Then she saw something dark and sinister.
“As we walked I would see a black figure hiding behind the headstones,” she said. “It wasn’t human and it didn’t walk or run ¬¬– it floated from headstone to headstone.”
After wandering Vandalia Cemetery, the group met back at the cars and discussed what they’d experienced.
“Everyone had seen the black figure that I had seen,” Heston said. “Then we saw it again as it darted behind a tree. So we started walking toward it to see what it was.”
As the group got closer to the figure, the black thing peeked from behind the tree and saw them approaching.
“When it saw that we were near it, it let out a blood-curdling screech and flew up into the tree,” she said. “We got a fairly good look at it and it was definitely not human but it wasn’t spirit either.”
The entity appeared to wear a long black dress or cape and a hat.
“It looked like a witch’s hat,” Heston said. “That was one of the freakiest things I have seen.”
Although Heston doesn’t belong to a formal paranormal research group, she does explore the unknown.
“I have done some ghost hunting on my own as I have had many experiences and I’m interested in the paranormal,” she said. “I have investigated a few reported haunted places and have taken some interesting pictures and things like that. I haven’t gone on an investigation in awhile but have some pretty freaky stories to tell about some of my experiences. But I thought the one with the humanoid thing was about the scariest.”
Copyright 2009 by Jason Offutt(Source: from-the-shadows.blogspot.com)
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I knew someone whom I called the Master in the Way of Occult, and he had his own ideas about ghosts. He would often give me lectures on their nature.
According to my master, nearly all ghosts are not aware that they are actually dead.
For example those who died in accidents may still be hovering around the scene of the accidents and continue asking for help; there are others who keep repeating the same routine they used to follow when they were alive.
The ghosts like those get scared of the same things that we humans get scared of.
Just like us, they get scared of yakuza, savage dogs and crazy people. You can give them a fright just by shouting at them.
The more problematic ones are those who are immune to such intimidation
Anyway it is always better not to get involved with those who are not aware that they are dead.
Such were his words, and I could understand them easily and also had heard similar things being said by others before.
But one day he told me a thing about ghosts which I have never read or heard from any other sources.
It could be that I’m just ignorant, but I wonder what you people’s opinions are on this matter.
When I was in my second year at university some curious incidents happened to me in succession.
The first incident was when I went to a pachinko parlour. I was just loitering about when an unusual appearance of a man, sitting in front of one of the machines, stopped me dead in my tracks.
His lips were abnormally swollen and drooping down to such an extent that they nearly touched his chest.
I just acknowledged then that there were people with such a disease as that and that was all.
But then the next day I was on the bus on the way to the town, and while I sat absent-mindedly in the seat opposite the front door, I noticed a person sitting in front of me had an extra finger.No matter how many times I counted, the hand on the armrest had six fingers.
I sawa thumb sticking out from the left side of the hand but there was another one huge finger sticking out from the other side of the hand.
Was it something called “polydactyly”?
The person got off the bus before I did, but no one seemed to be looking at the person apart from me.
I wondered why no one paid any attention to a person with such an obvious deformity, but later on I realized how thoughtless I was.
Then on the following day I encountered a dwarf.
I was in a pachinko parlour again and noticed a child wandering around the aisles; but when I looked carefully it was actually a middle-aged person.
The person had a peculiar face and it was impossible to tell whether it was he or she; the dwarf kept muttering, “It’s not coming out, ” in a high-pitched voice.
The dwarf’s gnarled legs seemed to be making him(or her) appear even smaller.
He or she was probably no taller than my chest, and I am not a very tall person.
This time I kept myself from staring. I felt it strange that I got to see so many unique individuals within such a short span of time.
I told my master what had happened, but instead of being overjoyed, his face hardened.
He loved scaring me and I had half-expected him to start teasing me and say irresponsible things like ‘you are cursed’ or something, but he said nothing of the sort.
My master was sunk in deep thought for sometime but finally opened his mouth.
‘Once you see something out of ordinary, for sometime after it you would naturally start paying more
attention to people. So things like that could happen. It’s a matter of probability, you see. But there’s something in your story that doesn’t sound quite right.’
‘The seat, which is the one you sat in, was opposite the door of the bus and had windows on the right, isn’t it?’
I thought, what is he on about now?, but just nodded to his question.
‘Of course it’s the same for the seat in front of yours. Now, the hand you saw on the armrest; was it a right hand or a left hand?’I didn’t know what he was driving at, so I just shook my head.
‘While some buses have seats with their armrests on the window side, considering the situation you told me - that you could clearly see the hand and you also wondered why other people weren’t noticing the deformity - I assume the armrest was on the aisle side. It follows then that the thumb shouldn’t be sticking out from the left side of the hand.’
Gosh! I thought.
‘The hand that was on the armrest should have been a left hand, but from the way you describe it, it appeared to have been a right hand. But all you noticed was about there being an extra finger. Even I, who was only listening to your story, noted the incongruity; and it strikes me as odd that you didn’t. You of all people should have noticed it, because you saw it directly, and what’s more, were making a detailed study of it.”
I had a feeling that I was going to hear something terrible and felt cold sweat breaking out all over me.
‘In the other two stories, you gave me accounts of the people’s sexes or their appearances, but in the bus story you didn’t. But you said you saw the person stand up and leave the bus. You should have known what the person looked like. You have seen but you do not remember. All the details are very hazy. You are unconsciously hiding from yourself that some parts of your memory are hazy, and trying to convince yourself that it was just a matter of deformity and nothing more. I ask you again, were you the only one who was staring at the person in question?’
Master unfolded his previously crossed arms, and held up his hand in front of me.
‘Look. Show me your dominant hand. So you are right-handed.
Have your right palm facing downwards. And then on top of the right hand lay your left hand facing downwards as well. Let all the fingers, except the thumbs, be placed exactly on top of each other. Good.
So your left middle finger comes on top of your right fourth finger. Draw the left hand back a little…
Get the rest of the fingers do the same, don’t worry if some fingers are not quite the same in length. Now you see you have six fingers all together.’
I hope you, the readers, try this and see it for yourself.
‘Now you have two thumbs, and your hand becomes symmetrical. How do you feel?’
It was a very strange feeling. How can I describe it - Calm? Peaceful? I felt more unified than when I am simply, say, pressing my palms together.
I felt that especially when I moved my hand up and down while keeping the six-fingered form.
‘That is the shape of a hand we humans unconsciously wish to attain.
Symmetrical, with one thumb on each side for grabbing things.
I have seen “ghosts with two thumbs” on some occasions.’
‘So you mean, that person I saw was actually a ghost, that was only visible to me?’
‘Probably. You get these kinds sometimes.
Some ghosts retain their former shapes, but some others try to stabilize their ever-changing selves by unconsciously altering their shapes. So they end up becoming ambidextrous or six-fingered…’
Said my master, and he jokingly made a gesture to attack me with his six-fingered hand.
His talk filled me with the sense of wonder.
I have never heard it being talked about, either before or after my master.
No books I have read have ever dealt with such a subject.
Was it just something my master made up? Or were they some rules about the world I do not know?
I will never find out the truth now.(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)
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The Ghost of Chloe Caught in Photo
Chloe was a slave at the house on a plantation in St Francisville, Louisiana. After being caught snooping on her master’s private conversation, he cut off her ear. Seeking revenge, Chloe baked a cake out of toxic oleander leaves, intended for her cruel boss. When his wife and daughters ate it instead, she fled but was lynched by fellow slaves. She still haunts the plantation to this day.
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“Diane and Peter Berthelot visited Worstead Church in Norfolk in 1975 with their 12-year-old son.
Peter snapped a photo of his wife praying silently in the pew.
When they looked at the photos a few months later, a friend asked ‘Who’s that sitting behind you, Di?’
The mysterious figure appeared to be dressed in old-fashioned clothing, including a bonnet, according to About.com.
Confused and confounded, the couple returned to the church the next year to share their photograph.
The church vicar, Reverend Pettit, told the Berthelots the legend of the White Lady.
The ghost, Reverend Pettit said, was known to visit people who had fallen ill, offering them comfort and healing them.
Diane was shocked because when the photo was taken, she was taking antibiotics and was not doing well.
The legends of the White Lady date back more than 100 years. She is said to appear on Christmas Eve every year and the church in which she once dwelled is now an aptly named pub: The White Lady.”
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I was home alone and my gf and I had found a kitten outside a few days before so we put her in a spare bedroom until we could find her a good home. I was doing the dishes and heard her meowing like crazy and reaching under the door. I thought it was cute and was going to show my gf how far she had come because the first couple of days she just lied on the bed scared to death. When I watched the recording after I heard this strange “noise”. It terrified me but it sounded like it was yelling something. After listening to it over and over the only thing I could come up with was “Rich”. Well that freaks the hell out of me because my name is Richard. I still don’t know what it is or saying but I know I was alone in the house with only the kitten.
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In this real ghost footage you will see what appears to be a Demon or Possibly a Ghost attack caught on tap. What caused this paranormal anomaly you decide! All evidence in this video clip was captured during a live investigation of the Sallie House in Atchinson KS.
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The woman was intriguing. As Tim Davis sat the bar of the Miwuk Indian’s Black Oak Casino in Tuolomne, Calif., in 2009, he turned toward the pretty lady who sat next to him, smiled and flirted.
“I had been having a few drinks and hitting on a woman sitting next to me for about an hour,” he said. “We were hitting it off wonderfully.”
Then the air around them changed; it grew heavy, ominous.
“I felt something coming. That’s the best I can describe it,” Davis said. “The sort of uneasy feeling I always have when there is something about to happen that can possibly
injure me, kill me, or ruin my life in some manner.”
Davis stopped and looked around him. Older people smoked cigarettes and cranked slot machine arms behind him. A live band played from a stage on the other side of the bar. Life in the casino seemed as normal as casino life can be.
“Nothing struck me as odd,” he said. “I turn back to my bantering partner and continue the conversation.”
The person on the other side of Davis paid for his drinks and left. The seat didn’t stay empty long.
“Suddenly, a man sits down next to me,” Davis said. His uneasy feeling grew unnerving. “I glance over and have an overwhelming feeling of danger and evil coming off this man.”
The man was a giant.
“He was wearing flannel, appeared to have just come out of the woods,” Davis said. “He stood easily 6’8” and was built like a linebacker. Easily one of the most dangerous men I have ever encountered.”
It wasn’t the man’s size Davis felt as dangerous. It was something else.
“I’m certainly not small and have nephews and brother-in-laws 6’5” to 6’7”,” Davis said. “But they do not exude this sort of danger vibe.”
Davis turned back toward the woman he had been hitting it off with. She was getting up to leave.
“The woman I have been chatting with takes one look at the man gets up and walks away,” he said. But not Davis. “Being slightly buzzed I stay there to finish up my drink.”
He wished he hadn’t.
“With no prompting the man turns and looks at me and says the name of the town I am from,” Davis said. “The town has about 20,000 people and is a bedroom community about 400 miles away from my current location.”
This statement took Davis aback; he had never met this man. Then things became stranger.
“We chat for a couple minutes and he then says, ‘you are all right Tim,’ using my name which I had not given him,” Davis said. “The comment had the feeling of a decision on his part. Like he had decided not to kill me.”
A few minutes later, Davis stands up, excuses himself, and leaves the bar.
“I go see if I can find the woman I had been chatting with,” he said. “I find her across the casino at a slot machine and ask her why she just got up and left.”
The woman looks Davis full in the eyes and says, “Didn’t you get the, ‘I will kill you and stuff you in a van’ vibe from that guy?”
Yes, he had.
Who are these people? The ones who wander amongst us, radiating terror through no means other than their mere presence? Are they human, or something else?(Source: from-the-shadows.blogspot.com)
