Urban Legend – The Richmond Vampire

So, if you’re looking for ghosts, the best place to find one is usually in a cemetery, right?!  Well, if you’re in Virginia, I’d recommend checking out the Hollywood Cemetery.  There are quite a few ghosts hanging out there but the most awesome feature of all there is that this cemetery comes with its own vampire.

The Richmond Vampire is one of the most notorious entities there. The legend has been traced to the Church Hill Tunnel collapse on October 2, 1925. Check this out!

The tunnel opened in 1875 and was part of the old Chesapeake and Ohio Railway. From the very beginning the construction was a nightmare, mostly because of Virginia’s clay soil, which when mixed with rain, caused frequent cave-ins. Years of persistent collapsing and a mounting death toll of their workers, forced C&O Railway to seek out a safer alternative. The company completed a riverfront viaduct in 1901, after which the Church Hill Tunnel fell was abandoned.

But later on, the tunnel was re-opened in an attempt to widen it. The economy was booming and there was more and more demanded for venues of moving freight. But on October 2, 1925 there was a massive disaster. Over 200 men died when the tunnel collapsed, the train is still entombed within the rubble, it is said that the conductor and only a handful of others, were exhumed, most of the remaining bodies were never found or recovered by rescue teams.  Today, the remains of the missing lie within the tunnel which has since been closed off, but that doesn’t stop the workmen’s spirits from wandering from the site of the disaster.

The details of what happened after the collapse are a bit chaotic, I’m sure. At this time Richmond was a small town, the loss of 200 men was devastating. But beyond the shock of death came something even more horrifying. Witnesses from the ghastly scene reported that a creature emerged from the remains. The “creature” was in the form of a man; his face was badly disfigured, he had jagged teeth and his flesh hung freely from his body. It fled the scene and was said to have entered a tomb in the nearby Hollywood Cemetery that bore the name of William Waltham Pool who died in 1922. Some reports state that the creature had been known as Benjamin F. Mosby who was reportedly taken to Grace hospital where he would later succumb to his injuries. Rescue workers that were on scene tell a different version of the story.

Having no equipment at their disposal, the rescuers dug into the tunnel with their bare hands. One group of workers dug into the western-most mouth of the tunnel. They stumbled through the darkness to discover the form of a man crouched over one of the few recovered victims. Obviously not one of the railway workers as his face and clothing were clean and he appeared unscathed with the exception of the blood that ran from his mouth.

  The man stood and looked toward the rescue team as he wiped the blood from his face; the workers were terrified as they saw his fangs protruding from his mouth. In a panic the creature sped past the rescue workers who then turned to chase it. It is said that this is the creature that fled into the tomb of William Pool. The team, reaching the entrance to the tomb directly behind the creature, found that the door that the vampire had disappeared through had long since been locked. The men made several attempts to break through the door but to no avail. A plea to the cemetery management to open the tomb was denied on the spot. They’d lost all hope of capturing the so titled “Richmond Vampire”.

The tomb had become quite the attraction, so many attempts had been made to break in that additional locks and security measures were called for. In 2005 an interesting story was published in an online interview with Mr. Donald Toney, longtime grounds foreman of the Hollywood Cemetery. Toney reported that the tomb is still frequented by vampire enthusiasts from abroad but that it has never been breached. Toney went further to say that upon occasion he had discovered broken wine glasses inside the tomb, but the locks were still intact. To this day, seekers of the undead come to visit and take photos of Pool’s mausoleum, hoping to catch a glimpse of something unexpected as it emerges from the door.

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Revisiting the Amityville Horror with a little lagniappe!

This creepy looking old house sits at 108 Ocean Avenue, now some of you guys just went, no, that’s not right, it’s 112. Well yes, and no, Since all of the chaos the address was changed from 112 – 108 in an attempt of confusing enthusiasts like us. I can’t see how they thought that would help, enthusiasts like us are going to recognize the house, we don’t need an address right!? So anyway, the house was built in 1924, but the madness started way before that!

Before the area was officially settled, this particular spot was territory to a tribe of Shinicock Indians. And on it there was a structure where they kept their physically and mentally ill. Now let me set this up for you, this wasn’t some kind of hospital, this was a crude shack where the sick and the crazy were basically sent to die. And so it begins, the soil is tainted with suffering, and negative energies were basically stamped onto the area.

After that, this dude named John Ketchum moved onto the spot and built a small cottage where he practiced black magic. Now, it’s a little known fact that Walt Whitman was a descendant of Ketchum’s. The significance of that is that Whitman and Bram Stoker were besties and Stoker himself said that Whitman was a huge inspiration behind his famous novel, Bram Stokers Dracula. Just stumbled across that and thought it was interesting, I’m betting that Whitman retained some of Ketchums dark knowledge. any way, back to Ketchum.

Ketchum was said to have fled from Salem during the witch trials and hid behind the basement walls of the now famous home. The home at 108 Ocean Avenue wasn’t built until 1925, the cottage that stood on this spot was moved in order for the house to be built. However, the basement and red room of the cottage remained. John Ketcham was said to be an evil man who had torture chambers built in the basement of the home.

He would lock Indians in the red room and torture them. Legend states that Ketcham slit his own throat because he thought it would give him the ability to “live forever.” In the 2005 film version, Defeo hears voices saying “Catch em’, Kill em.” Later in the same Film the alphabet magnets on the refrigerator door have been arranged to say the same thing, well, that’s where the infamous line came from, Ketchum would actually Catch em and Kill em, the Indians that is. As if that wasn’t bad enough, this evil bastard requested that his remains be buried on the property, and as far as anyone knows, they remain there till this day.

So again, the blood of the suffering and tortured have seeped into the ground, compounded by Ketchum practicing the dark arts on the same spot, now we have the perfect cocktail for some wicked evil shit!

And then there’s the Defeo’s. So from what I’ve found, this family was in a lot of trouble to begin with. Ronald Sr., the Dad, was known to be both physically and verbally abusive to his wife and kids. With Butch and Dawn in their teenage years, there was even more turmoil, and to add to that, Dawn was using a lot of LSD and other goodies, and so was Butch. In fact, the Defeo residence had been under surveillance for quite a while by the DEA. He was suspected of smuggling drugs in his speedboat. He too admitted that he was using heroine heavily at the time. Now am I hinting that this was a drug induced mass murder? No, I’m not, what I am saying is that his drug problem only caused the negativity to fester.

When you are already in a negative environment and your adding to it by drinking, using drugs and fighting, you’re feeding any evil entity that is attached to the area you are in and at this point, we already know there was plenty of evil embedded here. Butch claimed that voices had been telling him to kill his family and on the night of November 13th, 1974, Defeo stated that he was handed a rifle by a dark entity in a black hooded robe., he then shot and killed all 6 members of his family execution style.

You bet your sweet ass there were a shit ton of investigations. Detectives were baffled by the fact that Defeo had shot his parents and siblings all while they slept. The house was huge and the murders took place on all 3 levels, how is it that no one was woke up by the sound of the gunshots going off? Each body was found face down in their beds with no apparant signs of a struggle. I’ll take it a step further, autopsies showed that not one member of the family, to include Dawn, had any drugs of any sort in their system. Butch Defeo was sentenced to 6 concurrent 25-year sentences, he is unlikely to ever be released.

 

On December 18, 1975, just 13 months after the DeFeo massacre, the Lutz family moved into the DeFeo home.
George and Kathleen Lutz thought the Dutch colonial home was fantastic and the price was a steal! In that neighborhood, it was unheard of for any property to sell at $80,000, the Lutz’s weren’t stupid, they knew something was up. Before purchasing, they asked the Realtor why that house was a third of the price of everything else in the neighborhood. The realtor did tell them about the murders, but they chose to buy the house anyway, never expecting they’d have to leave it, and everything else they owned, all behind just 28 days later.

From the very first night they moved in, every member of the family claimed they felt strange sensations. Everyone was on edge, not even comprehending the evil influences that they were under. Within days the family’s personality had drastically changed. Kathy and George were fighting and so were the kids, chaos was running rampant in the Lutz household and all the while, the evil entities that were embedded there began to build their forces by feeding from the negative environment.

George became plagued by a constant chill and was obsessed with feeding the fire place. During this time there was a noticeable change in his grooming habits, both his and Kathy’s health was declining drastically. Kathy, not knowing where else to turn reaches out to the church.

So, this catholic priest shows up to bless the house, There had been so much madness since they moved in that they were still in the process of unpacking. The priest is making his way through the home then starts upstairs to the second floor. When he gets to the bedroom where Marc and John DeFeo were shot, he starts sprinkling holy water all over the place. Suddenly a chill straightened his spine when a disembodied voice told the priest “Get out!” Which he did, quick fast and in a hurry!

For some reason, the Priest didn’t tell the Lutz’s about the voice, But he did warn them not to use the upstairs room as a bedroom, adding that no one should ever sleep in there.” The Lutz’s were confused by his odd warning but took his word for it and turned the room into a sewing room.

Not long after, the Lutz’s youngest daughter started spending all of her time in her room playing with a new imaginary friend. She described her friend as red eyed pig called Jodie, who could transform not only shape but size, sometimes Jodie could become larger than the house. Jodie also claimed she could not be seen by anyone unless she wanted them to..

And of course, as they do, things got worse. Besides the typical banging and disembodied voices, Mysterious foul odors would emanate from different locations of the house. George had discovered hoof prints outside in the snow all around the house and then Black stains appeared on the toilets and ceramic fixtures. Kathy was touched by an unseen force and a foul extoplasmic substance kept popping up all throughout the house. Hundreds of flies appeared in the sewing room despite it being the dead of winter. And then George started waking from a dead sleep every night at 3:15 a.m. the same time that the DeFeo murders were said to have been going down.

One night George woke up, he felt something looming in the darkness around them. He looks over at his wife just as her appearance transforms into that of a 90-year-old hag. The next night she began levitating off the bed. The Lutz family tried on numerous occasions to contact the Catholic priest again. But everytime they tried to call the phone lines would cut out whenever he answered.

After failing to get the priest to return they gave up and took matters into their own hands. Armed with a crucifix, they walked throughout the house reciting the Lord’s Prayer. Yeah well the evil spirits that had infested the house were pissed. They responded in a chorus of voices that were all demanding the Lutzes to stop.

The final night was the absolute worst. The banging and Knocking had become so violent that is sounded like a marching band was plowing it’s way though the house. Furniture was flying around, doors were opening and slamming, and the children being terrorized; being pushed and slapped by unseen hands.

After 28 days of this madness, the family couldn’t take it any more. They grabbed a few personal items and hauled ass outta there to go stay at Kathy’s mother’s home in a nearby town. 20 days later, Paranormal Investigators Ed & Lorraine Warren were called in by Marvin Scott a news reporter with channel 5 NY who had covered the Amityville story and worked on a prior investigation with the Warrens.

A team of reporters, investigators, and parapsychologist’s were assembled by Ed Warren and met at the home at 112 Ocean Avenue but it was just them because the Lutz family refused to re-enter the home, because, well damn that bullshit right!

Well as we already know, the madness didn’t just stop because the Lutz’s left. During the investigation Ed was physically pushed to the floor while using some religious provocation in the basement, Lorraine was also overwhelmed by the sense of a Demonic presence and was plagued by her psychic impressions of the Defeo Families bodies laying on the floor covered in white sheets. She was also physically attacked, pushed out of room after room by some unseen force.

The research team also captured the infamous image of spirit that appeared as a little boy peering from the second floor. Now I’ve seen some creepy shit in my day folks, but this one picture in particular gives me a serious case of the chills!

With the Shinicock Indians causing the torments and suffering of their ill there, and John Ketchum murdering other Indians on the ground coupled with his practicing the black arts here oh, and let’s not forget the Defeo murders, The Warrens believed that all of these horrific events had left the property with a very negative energy and dark history. No better breeding ground for a demonic infestation and poltergeist activities could be designed, even intentionally.

The Warrens believe these entities were directly responsible for the evil that plagued the lives of both the Defoe’s and the Lutz’s. The Warrens retrieved a handful of the Lutz’s earthly possessions and deed for the property. The Lutz’s sold the rest of their belongings and relocated to California in search of a more peaceful existance.

Ok, so most everything that I’ve just told you about, a lot of us horror enthusiast already knew. But now I’m throwing in even more madness! Thirty something years later Daniel Lutz has stepped from out of the shadows, I think we’re both gonna learn some very interesting details here folks. This Story was published in March of 2013 in the UK Daily news, I’m gonna read you the article ver betum.

 

First there were the flies, a plague of them that, even in December, swarmed inside the imposing clapboard house as George and Kathy Lutz were unpacking their belongings.

Then there were the cold spots in rooms and hallways, the odd smells of perfume or excrement and the jolting sounds at night.

George became increasingly volatile and would wake at the same time — 3.15am, a time that would later assume a sinister significance.

Other disturbances were far more terrifying: objects that flew across the room, walls oozing green slime, the crucifix that turned upside down on the wall, the hidden red room in the basement and — who can forget — the glowing eyes at night of some demonic, pig-like creature.

As for the Catholic priest who came to bless the house, the site of a mass murder only 13 months earlier, the Lutz’s only found out later he had heard a voice tell him to ‘Get out!’ as he sprinkled holy water in a bedroom — the one he told the couple that no one should sleep in.

By then, they had fled in terror with Mrs Lutz’s three young children from a previous marriage, taking little more than the clothes they were wearing. It was January 14, 1976. They had lasted just 28 days inside 112 Ocean Avenue, a rambling house in the Long Island town of Amityville, 30 miles from New York City. They never returned, but the Amityville Horror, as their story became known, has come back to haunt — or at the very least, intrigue — us with the decision by one of the children to break their 37-year silence about what happened.

 

Daniel Lutz, a ten-year-old boy at the time but now a spooky-looking, middle-aged man with deep-set, piercing blue eyes and an unsettling smile, insists he was menaced by spirits in the house and that his family’s stay there has ruined his life.

And he blames the evil presence on his stepfather George, a man whose occult dabblings, says Daniel, opened the gateway to dark forces he couldn’t control. Danny had a troubled relationship with his stepfather, George, who his mother, Kathy, ended up divorcing

The most haunted house in America fueled an entire industry of films, books and documentaries such as Amityville II: The Possession (1982) The six-bedroom house, with swimming pool and boathouse, was meant to be their dream home and was aptly named High Hopes. Instead, it turned into a nightmare.

Their experience in those four weeks was turned into a best-selling book, The Amityville Horror, and a 1979 hit movie of the same name. The notoriety of America’s ‘most haunted house’ has since spawned an entire industry of books and documentaries, not to mention 11 Hollywood sequels and remakes.

But what really happened inside that house has remained hotly contested for years as the Lutzes — both in their 30s at the time — became embroiled in legal battles that reinforced the notion they were just in it for the money.
Skeptics immediately cast doubt on the story, and it emerged Mr Lutz, a land surveyor, couldn’t really afford the house, even at its knockdown price of $80,000. Perhaps they had fled the property for reasons other than evil spirits.

The suspicions seemed confirmed when, just before the 1979 film came out, local lawyer William Weber claimed he had dreamt up the story with the Lutz’s ‘over many bottles of wine’. The lawyer had defended 23-year-old Ronald DeFeo, who had shot dead his parents and four younger siblings in the same house 13 months before the Lutz’s arrived. DeFeo, who was jailed for life, claimed he had heard them plotting to kill him. The murders were thought to have been committed at around 3.15am.

Weber — who had fallen out with the Lutz’s over money — claimed he had passed detailed information about the murders to the couple who then weaved it into their fantasy account — in which, for instance, the neighbor’s cat became a pig-like demon that left cloven hoof prints in the snow. But the couple always stuck to their story, even if they conceded that some details had been exaggerated or invented by the media.

Take the ‘red room’, for example — a small, red painted room, around 4ft-by-5ft, that George Lutz discovered behind shelving in the basement. The room was not mentioned in the building plans and the Lutz’s labrador cross breed, Harry, refused to go near it, cowering in fear. But previous tenants insisted it had simply been used for storage.

Nor did the Lutzes take what might have seemed obvious steps to verify their story. For example, they never took samples of the mysterious, gelatinous green slime that apparently oozed from the walls and through the keyhole of the playroom door in the attic. Yet, inconveniently for the cynics, George and Kathy both passed a lie detector test.

The couple later divorced, with Kathleen dying in 2004 and her ex-husband two years later. But the controversy has now been given new life by the re-emergence of Daniel Lutz.

A clearly troubled individual, he left home at 15, spending some time living homeless in America’s south-west.
Estranged from his wife and two grown-up children, he now lives in Queens, New York, where he works as a stonemason. His side of the story would probably have remained secret had a friend not contacted a young film-maker, Eric Walter, who had set up a website devoted to the Amityville saga.

He persuaded the reclusive Lutz to speak in a new documentary, My Amityville Horror. And given how much he says he loathed his late step-father, a domineering ex-marine who Daniel says would beat the children with a wooden spoon, one might expect him to want to rubbish George Lutz’s tale of demonic possession.

But instead he insists it was substantially true, even down to being levitated in his bed and seeing a demonic figure in his little sister’s bedroom.

‘I just wanted somebody to believe me. It has been in my dreams my whole life,’ he said, his expression looking tortured as tears welled in his eyes. But then, he is asking us to believe a lot. The father of the family George, played here by James Brolin, dabbled in the supernatural. He recalled seeing his step-father’s bookshelves lined with titles on Satanism and magic. And he even claimed he saw George Lutz move a spanner telekinetically in his garage — before the family ever moved to Amityville.

‘George’s beliefs and practices triggered what was going on in the house,’ he said, his voice shaking. ‘It was like a magic trick gone bad that you couldn’t shut off.’

Daniel Lutz, whose real father had died, said he started feeling uneasy about the Amityville house within two hours of moving in. Taking a box upstairs to their playroom he found it swarming with flies. He swatted a hundred but, after fetching his mother, discovered the dead flies had all gone. ‘That’s when my confusion started,’ he said.

He said he still dreams of the family dog ‘going ballistic’, almost throttling itself with its lead trying to jump out of its outdoor pen as the nearby garage door took on a life of its own.

‘The entire family was standing there, watching that garage door slam up and slam down, and slam up and slam down,’ he says.

He also recalled how he and his stepfather were returning from shutting the garage when they looked up at his five-year-old sister’s bedroom window and saw what Daniel described as a ‘cartoon character of an angry pig with wolf-like teeth and laser beam red eyes’.

He said he ran up to the room and discovered an empty rocking chair rocking back and forth.

On another occasion, as his mother was treating his injured hand after a window had mysteriously crashed down on it, Daniel described an invisible spirit entering the kitchen, knocking over a knife and sitting at the table, making an impression in the padded vinyl seat.

George Lutz recounted how, on the last night the family spent in the house, his wife’s face temporarily transformed into that of an ‘old crone’ and she later levitated off the bed.

Daniel, who shared a bedroom with his brother, Christopher, claimed that that night they also ‘shared a levitation experience’ in their beds — ‘we both woke up with our footboards smashing each other and banging off the ceiling’.

Pursued by the media as their story emerged, the family briefly went into hiding, but eventually moved to California. The documentary makers unearthed various reporters, psychic investigators and paranormal specialists who descended on the house for a seance after the story broke, and who are still buzzing with theories.

Some clearly sympathise with Daniel Lutz’s view of his stepfather as a man who dabbled in the occult and paid the price; some wonder whether his stories of supernatural torment hide a more conventional tale of domestic abuse.

For the Amityville sceptics, Lutz’s passion for the occult may be the solution they are looking for, one that even explains why the couple managed to pass a lie detector test.

For if the domineering head of the household already believed in telekinesis and the powers of darkness before they moved into a house that had just been the scene of a mass murder, it’s not a stretch to assume he and his family might be susceptible to supernatural explanations for mundane occurrences.

It’s what psychologists call the power of suggestion. Alternatively, Daniel Lutz could just be recalling exactly what happened.

Certainly Daniel — who declined all approaches for further interviews — has no plans to make any financial gain out of any of this.

Eric Walter, the new documentary’s director, is a skeptic but added that he doesn’t believe ‘a family would abandon everything and flee unless they were genuinely scared’.

He thinks something paranormal might well have happened to the family but, knowing they were in the house where a mass murder occurred, they ‘fed into it by scaring themselves?.?.?.?and of course, later they saw how popular their story was and became more open to making money from it’.

Down on Ocean Avenue, where Daniel Lutz’s old home changed hands for $950,000 a few years ago, the house has a different street number and its famously malevolent-looking quarter-moon windows, which gave it the appearance of a face, have been replaced to distract attention, especially on Halloween.

But the owners may as well ask the nearby Atlantic Ocean to recede than to expect the gawkers not to seek them out. True or outrageous hoax, the Amityville Horror is just too chilling a yarn to be allowed to slip from our imagination.

 

So, as if the story as we knew it wasn’t terrifying enough, now there are even more details to ponder. But the fact is Amityville is a bloody little piece of ground. Remember those Indians that we talked about? Well there’s actually more to the story, I’ll give you the readers digest version. A massive Indian massacre took place just a mile and a half from where the Amityville house sits. When the dutch moved in they didn’t have the troops or apparently the balls to take on the local tribe so they hired an Englishman named Captain John Underhill to do their dirty work. Well Underhill takes his men out and at the end of the day 120+ of the local tribe were slaughtered.

Underhill and his men collected the corpses of the Indians and threw them in a heap on the peak of the hill, and then sat down on the foot of the heap to eat. When this part of the county came to be settled, the highway across the neck passed directly over the spot where, it was said, the heap of Indians lay, and the earth in that spot was remarkably different from the ground around it, it was strongly tinged with a reddish cast, which the old people said was caused by the blood of the Indians.” To take it a step further, remaining heirs of the tribe saw that the body of their Chief, Takapausha, was buried standing up. The local legend said that because of the horrors inflicted on his people, Takapausha is out to seek revenge and possesses people to kill them.

Amityville also has a rather long history of witches, and of course witch trials. I don’t know which is worse, having had settlements based in the dark arts or having had the witch trials where some folks were allegedly burned at the stake only afterwards to find out that the accusers were lying. Neither scenario is good but here in Amityville, history suggests both went down. In fact there’s a lot of folks that have been touched by the evil that lurks in Amityville, ever hear that Al Capone was a local there at one time too? yeah, check out this shit:

It has been an old legend in Suffolk County, NY that Al Capone “sold his soul” to the devil while living in Amityville. Capone came to the Amityville waterfront to help set up the bootlegging operation. The southern coast of Long Island was called “Rum Row” and was the main entry point of illegal alcohol into America. Amityville was situated, on the south shore, and was a perfect location to set up shop, it became Capone’s main source of liquor.

Capone, while in Amityville went from being a 20 year old complete nobody, to becoming rich and famous overnight. He immediately, in some people’s words, “Owned Chicago” which was America’s 2nd largest city. Many people in Suffolk County thought his instant rise was strange, which was the source of the “Sold his soul” legend.

Al Capone committed massacres that put Ron DeFeo’s madness to shame. Bodies, blood, and guts filled the streets of Chicago after he arrived. He was known to say “Kill Them!” over and over. It wasn’t just killing though, Al was into torturing his victims. Many of the patrons and musicians who drank the liquor supplied by Capone suffered from side effects from the poisonous brews such as blindness, insanity, and even death in some instances.

It is well known that he started going crazy during the late 1920s. Most accounts blame it on Syphilis but Capone swore he was being tormented by demons. Folks ignored him because they thought he was insane. The Capone family never confirmed that Al had syphilis. Rumor stated that he supposedly contracted it when he was a young man, but how come his wife never got it?

Capone certainly believed that he was haunted during his final years on earth. “Jake ‘Greasy Thumb’ Guzik, who was running the mob in Capone’s absence, was asked by a reporter if Capone would take over control again after his release. ‘Al, ‘ said Guzik, ‘is nuttier than a fruitcake. He added that there were many times when Capone’s employees would hear him begging for the ghost to leave him in peace… and this was in his lucid pre-Alcatraz days.” Just like George Lutz, Al Capone claimed whatever was tormenting him followed him to California.

In 1931 he called for help from a then well known psychic Alice Britt to get rid of the ghost…. in 1931, years before the ravages of the disease would effect his mind?”

While in Alcatraz, Capone claimed he was tormented by voices at night… He could be heard begging for whatever the thing in his cell was to leave him alone. Al spent the last year of his sentence in the hospital section, until he was released in November of 1939. Other inmates claimed that they to were experiencing strange phenomenon as well. On one occasion, an inmate was locked in the hole for violating prison rules. Seconds after the door was closed, he began to scream in terror that someone was in the cell with him… someone with glowing red eyes. The guards thought it was a prank, and left the prisoner to endure whatever tortures awaited.

Al Capone’s story is classic Amityville. He arrives in Amityville, spends some time on Ocean Ave., becomes extremely violent, goes crazy insane, commits massacres, and claims he is being tormented by supernatural forces, and even that this supernatural force follows him out to California. There were also claims of glowing red eyes!

So, there’s been a shit ton of madness that either happened in Amityville or directly as a result of someone that stayed there in close proximity to the horror house itself. and from what I see, there is still some crazy shit going on over there, did you hear about this?

There was this woman who started acting like she was insane, she starts talking about demons, then stuck her children in boiling water and strangled them. This occurred in Amityville, just a short walk from the Amityville Cemetery.

Debra Robertson, a 31-year-old woman from the village of Amityville, was found by police making the sign of the cross over the bodies of her six-year-old daughter Delvin King and five-year-old son Melvin King, who lay dead on a couch. Her infant son slept unharmed in a bedroom. Robertson had scalded the children by immersing them in boiling water. They could have been suffocated or drowned, but the cause of death was to be determined by autopsy. She said she had snapped because the apartment was possessed by demons. Ironically, Robertson lived less than a mile away, from the Amityville horror house.

 

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Urban Legend – The Melonheads

The origin of the legend goes back to the WWII era when all kinds of crazy and sadistic experiments were going down in the name of science and defense. Deep within this rural wooded area just outside of Kirtland, there’s was a rather large log cabin equipped with a mad scientist or Doctor, depending on which version of the legend you hear. And guess what’s going on in there, yep he’s performing gruesome and excruciatingly painful experiments on a bunch of orphans that he’d come into “possession of,” some say they were provided by our own government.  How the government may have got their hands on these children is anybody’s guess, but it’s been said that wards of the state sometimes do “just disappear” from one of the local mental health hospitals.

Anyway, this twisted doctor is injecting the heads of these poor, anonymous kids with various fluids, bringing them to a hideous state where they looked like someone that suffered with a disease called hydro-cephalus, that’s when fluid builds up inside your, skull which leads to brain swelling. One of the side-effects is that the brain starts to malfunction due to all of the pressure built up in and around the skull, that, folks, leads to some serious mental instability along with deformed heads. These innocent kids began to develop huge hairless, vein-webbed heads, all while in the process of losing their sanity.

After years of horrid treatment including these sadistic and worsening experiments, these kids were kept in cages in a basement. What were the experiments for? Who knows; history is filled with “dark projects” committed by the government for various reasons that we, the public, were never meant to know about. As a result of their continued abuse, the children grew tragically deformed and misshapen, their bodies stayed short and child-like, and their heads just kept growing. Their personalities grew dim and menacing. The only thing that kept these horrible and unfortunate children from busting out of their cages and going on a maddened rampage, was the Dr.s wife, who did show some compassion to these sad wrecks. But when she died, the Melonheads went ape shit.

The grotesque and barely-human band of freaks escaped from the basement, destroyed the laboratory and smashed all of the equipment ridding the world of all of the good doctors work. Then they located the source of their anguish, The evil doctor was ripped to shreds. The Melonheads set fire to the building and escaped out into the shadowy darkness of the deep woods, while the house of horrors, they called home, burned to the ground. The legend has been passed down that their descendants still dwell deep in the forests out by Wisner Road, which goes through a desolate and remote stretch of land outside of Kirtland. Occasionally, a Melonhead will wander out towards civilization where it is spotted by folks along side the road, but only for a brief glimpse before it scampers back into the underbrush to stay out of sight.

 

To this day, locals still dare each other to drive out on Wisner Road in the wee hours to see if they can catch a glimpse of one of these hideous offspring. Many swear that they have seen them staring from out of the underbrush on the side of the road, huge eyes glaring out in a mixture of fear, curiosity and even vicious hatred. Some have even sworn up and down that they have been chased, followed and attacked by the small, large-headed beings while out in the woods. There are all kinds of versions to the story depending on who you ask in Kirtland and the surrounding areas, and there are those old-timers who say that the actual Melonheads that are seen out of the corner of the eye as a person drives down the pitch-black road at night, are the ghosts of the original Melonheads, haunting the area where they knew so much torment and torture at the hands of the sadistic and cruel doctor.

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The Haunted History of Cheesman Park

So, I thought I’d tell you about a city park with a dark history lurking, around beneath the surface. I’m talking about Cheesman Park.

The park is a 81 acre oasis sitting right in the middle of Denver. It’s basically one massive botanical garden. Every inch of this property is meticulously maintained. There are ponds and streams, bridges and gardens and right smack in the middle of it all is a massive white marble pavillion. It’s a fairy tale backdrop for the wedding of your dreams, or your worst nightmare, depending on who you ask. Cheesman Park might have actually coined the phrase “You never know what lies just beneath your feet.

In 1907 the city gave notice, If you have family or loved ones in Mount Prospect Cemetery, you have 90 days to dig em up and move em out! Yep. You heard me right. So by late 1907 several thousand bodies had been exhumed. Mount Prospect was a sprawling burial ground that was founded in 1859, and it served as the resting place for many of Denver’s founding fathers.

Originally, it was intended for the wealthy to be interred on a high crest near the center of the cemetery. Those that were unclaimed, murdered, executed, undesirable or just flat out didn’t have the cash to buried in a more proper manner, were all laid to rest around the edges of the property, leaving the middle income families to purchase the ground in between for family plots. Well, by the late 1880s, Mount Prospect Hill was looking rough. It was unkept and many of the headstones that had endured, were damaged or kicked over by cattle that had been allowed to graze there in hopes of pruning back overgrowth. Considering what an eyesore it had become, City officials decided to turn the cemetery into a public space, which would later be named; Cheesman Park.

So as you’ve probably already guessed, not all of the bodies were removed. Once family members claimed the remains of their loved ones, the city hired a shady undertaker to deal with the remaining bodies. Graves were exhumed and the bones found within them were crammed into boxes that were a lot smaller than coffins. Some bodies that were dug up were still decomposing. If the workers couldn’t get them in to the boxes, they didn’t get paid. So they’d chop those corpses up and then shovel the pieces into the boxes. Well all of this madness was going on while the Mayor was out of town. When he returns home and sees what’s happening, he comes unbolted and orders everything come to a stop, right then.

So for months, gaping graves lined the landscape, box upon box of human remains sat stacked neatly just beyond piles of smashed coffins all while an investigation was pending. The upheaval at the cemetery was positively grisly. The Denver Republican described the scene in an article from March 19, 1893:

“The line of desecrated graves at the southern boundary of the cemetery sickened and horrified everybody … Around their edges were piled broken coffins, rent and tattered shrouds and fragments of clothing that had been torn from the dead bodies … All were trampled into the ground by the footsteps of the gravediggers like rejected junk.”

Long story short, the exhumations stopped, thousands of bodies remained buried on the grounds and the construction of Cheesman Park began.

So skeletons have been turning up here ever since, and as recently as in 2010. And it’s not just the physical remnants that leave park visitors a spooked. Since opening day, Cheesman Park has been plagued by reports of unexplained activity.

Actually reports of crazy encounters started while bodies were being exhumed back in 1893. Gravediggers were complaining about being touched, pushed and punched while they were trying to work. When they would turn around to see who it was harassing them, they found that no one was there. The folks that lived in houses facing the cemetery started making reports too. There were statements made that strange shadowy looking people were coming to their homes and knocking at their doors. When the home owners would open their doors they’d see the desperate faces of these roused spirits just before they would vanish right before their eyes.

Cheesman Park’s spooky reputation has even inspired movies like Poltergeist and The Changeling. The writer of The Changeling once lived at a house on the northern edge of the park. In the movie version of the story, the haunted home is called “Cheesman House.”

Visitors today report feeling a deep and daunting sense of unease. Many have reported hearing the sound of whispering or chattering as they wander across seemingly empty fields. Others have seen or heard groups of giggling children. and there is also one apparition who sings quietly to herself before vanishing. While taking a walk through the park at night, visitors are horrified to look upon what appears to be the rise and fall of phantom tombstones. Others say they feel pinned to the ground, as if being restrained.

One horrifying story tells of two friends walking through the park one night in 2005. They came across an agitated man in a hospital gown, who asked to bum a cigarette. As he came closer, the two friends noticed his jaw was broken. He asked, “Did you see them? The ones who did this to me, they stabbed me 15 times.” The eerie man showed them his bleeding wounds, then disappeared into the night.

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Evil by design: VooDoo dolls

How about if we talk about a common iconic symbol of evil that we’ve all heard stories about; especially those of us that live here in the deep south. I’m talking Voodoo Dolls, oh yeah, you’ve heard of ’em. Now, most folks are under the impression that these little darlings were created by creole slaves in New Orleans, well, though they’re still widely used in these parts today, I gotta tell you, the Voodoo doll is not native to Louisiana, or Africa or Haiti for that matter. In fact, the history of what a Voodoo doll “is” goes back to at least 1100 BC. Yeah, think back to the Pharaoh’s and the pyramids ya’ll.

There’s a story about a treasury official and the women of Pharaoh Ramses the second’s harem who worked together to make a wax image of the Pharaoh to bring about his death.” So yeah, there’s been evil intent behind these images for centuries. However, sometimes they were used in healing or blessing rituals, they weren’t always shrouded in evil. For centuries man has been creating these images out of cloth, hay, sticks, stone or pretty much anything they could get their hands on. The “dolls” sometimes look like their intended targets, and sometimes they don’t resemble them in the slightest.

In European history these effigies were known as poppets. They were also created out of whatever was laying around, but the cloth ones grew popular for use in rituals. The body of these cloth dolls would be stuffed with healing herbs along with fingernail or hair clippings of the person they were intended to help, or hurt depending on the type of ritual that was going on. But as time progressed, the Voodoo dolls evolved into tokens mostly used by those with evil intent. Enter a little crescent city influence. Now, Voodoo originated on the islands of Haiti, but in their practice, there had been no dolls. These little suckers are the result intermingling legend and religion, and what came to be of that? New Orleans Voodoo!

Voodoo dolls were popular among slaves, some thought that making the dolls and sticking them with pins was one way they could lash out at their master: These white plantation owners, mostly of European descent, were scared shitless of this practice. More often than not, the voodoo doll was used as a weapon against other believers in voodoo. Let me tell ya, these folks did not hesitate to use it, and you bet your sweet asses, they got the results they were looking for. These primitive looking dolls that were usually wrapped with twine or cat-gut and stuck through with everything from pins to fish bones, have been unearthed on several plantations in South Louisiana.

So Voodoo dolls were being left on doorsteps all over New Orleans back in the day, the idea of using them combined with other forms of hexes like gris-gris and mojo, had reached its peak during the reign of the infamous Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, Her Highness, Marie Laveau.

Legends in 19th century New Orleans are filled with the tales of victims of this dark magic. Each one of them, after waking from nightmares, would find bones, graveyard dust and a creepy little voodoo doll laying on their porch steps – placed there during the pitch of night, by Marie Laveaux herself. These tales would be easy to file away as local lore if it wasn’t for the fact that nearly all the voodoo Marie Laveau performed, actually worked. Sometimes just the mere suspicion that Marie had someone in her sites would be enough to cause physical or emotional collapse; and sometimes the fear alone, according to some accounts, was often followed by actual death. The power possessed by Marie Laveau is still at work in the Voodoo practiced in New Orleans today, and the tradition of the Voodoo Doll is still alive and well.

So what goes into one of these dolls that gives it so much power? Ever heard the expression, “baked with love” well, it’s kind of like that, except NOT. When someone orders a voodoo doll, the creator will focus vengeful and angry energies into the materials as it is being constructed. Depending on the task of the doll, it could take hours or weeks. For example, Your boss has been up your ass for days and you really just want him to go get bent. He’s not a bad guy and you kind of like him, but right now, he’s on your last nerve. So you go and order a doll to help you focus your energies. You don’t want him dead or anything but a week of violent diarrhea would keep him at home and locked in a bathroom, thus he’s off your ass, right?! That doll can be put together in a day.

On the other hand, if you’re wanting to exact your revenge on someone that has hurt you, and I mean, devastated and destroyed you, that doll is going to take quite a while. Now not to say that it would be better for you to do this yourself, but just imagine. The person making the doll has an understanding of the purpose of this doll but they don’t know this other person and it isn’t their pain. Imagine if the practitioner were making this very doll for themselves, in order to punish the one that hurt them. Imagine the hate and anger that could be woven into this doll. Pretty intense huh!

Yeah, these little bastards can be anything from a good luck token to the harbingers of a painful and agonizing death. Sometimes the evil intent of the one that created them is so strong that it attracts evil, you know that old saying, evil begets evil, yeah right. There’s a recent story about a cursed voodoo doll that I ran across, let me tell ya about it.

So this chick in Galveston, Texas bought a real haunted New Orleans Zombie Voodoo doll on ebay October of 2004, When it shows up at her doorstep she opens the box and sees what she described as a metal box that had been bound by twine. She thinks it’s just “window dressing” so she unties all of the twine from the creepy looking little curio, opens it up and pulls out the doll, because she wants to show of her newest novelty. In her own words, that was a big mistake, because that’s when the weird shit starts happening. The doll would move around the house, it was never where she last left it. There were times when the doll actually even attacked her, causing small but deep gashes on her ankles and lower legs.

So now this chick is literally afraid for her life. So she grabs the doll and crams it back into the metal box it had arrived in. Even though she knew that the doll was restrained in it’s box, she got no peace. Every night she was tormented by horrible nightmares that were so terrifying they continued to haunt her during the day. Living in fear and now to the point of mental exhaustion, she decides she’s going to destroy it. So first she tries burning it, it wouldn’t burn. So then she tries cutting it up, but the Knife, and scissors broke. So as a last resort, she tries burying it at a cemetery. But that didn’t work either, as she tells it, the dolls grave was just too shallow because it appeared lying dirty on her front door step a few days later.

So now she’s desperate to get rid of this evil doll, she resold it on ebay. A few weeks later, the buyer wrote her that the doll had just disappeared from her home. Well, guess where it shows up! Yeah, on this chicks front step so she sent it back to the purchaser. Not long after, she found it on her door step again, so she shipped it back to the purchaser, again. The third time it happened, the buyer called her and told her that the box arrived empty. Again, guess where the doll shows up, yeah, you got it.

Folks, all of this could have been avoided if she had just read the directions. The Original Ebay sellers ad said that this Haunted Zombie doll was very active and almost alive. It went on to say that the new owner had to follow the rules of keeping it hidden away and NEVER open the silver box it was locked in, not even to sneak a quick peek. Well this dumb bitch thought all of this was just too unreal, she thought the warnings were amusing, a corny selling tactic. Guess she found out! Now, this chick was actually just getting into ghost hunting. She thought this would be a great piece to investigate even if it was not really haunted. But to her surprise it was more than haunted, the little bastard seemed to be possessed.

So she tried getting in touch with the person in New Orleans that originally owned it, but her emails were not returned. She even packed it up and sent it back to the address it was shipped from but the package came back with an attachment “resident deceased.” She called in 3 different paranormal groups, two showed up but after examining the doll they said there was noting they could or would do to help her. After countless emails to all that is paranormal on the internet including Art Bell and George Norry Coast To Coast AM, none have answered her or even tried to get in touch.

When she had contacted a local Radio Station and told her story on Halloween of 2006 several callers to the show told her to seek out a priest, Which she did. The Priest who visited her was shown the large antique silver box that the haunted voodoo hoodoo doll is kept in. She begged him not to open it just to take her word on it. He then blessed the box as she asked to hold the evil spirit locked inside to stay there for her.

Others offered to take it off her hands but no one has ever called or showed up. People think she’s crazy, she says but she knows she is not. Now, she keeps the doll locked away, hidden deep her attic. One day she says she will sell her home, move else where and maybe if she’s lucky she’ll leave the the haunted doll tucked away in the attic and no one will ever find it or let it out again.

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Urban Legend – The Witch’s Tunnel

There’s a pretty cool witch legend that originates in Wisconsin, let me tell you about it!
There’s this dense forest, that harbors a very dark secret; The Witches Tunnel, It’s probably not what you’re thinking. This is a cluster of trees that have intertwined over time, clasping hands with each other to form a dark passage. It is said that it leads deep within the forest where an old witch with eternal knowledge lives.

Walking through the passage during the day is unsettling enough, but a walk through this tunnel at midnight in the dead of winter, while the moon is full, is a totally different experience. The branches will twist and sway as if they’re trying to grab you and you’d swear they were alive. In the tunnel, there’s no sound other than the wind whispering in your ear, telling you to go back where you came from. What looks like a distance of a few feet will take you nearly an hour to travel, if you turn round, the entrance that you just came, from will be barely visible, like a dim light at the end of a long spanning tunnel. Turning back in the middle of the tunnel, would be a very bad idea; once you start through the passage, you must keep walking.

Eventually you will come out the other end, only this won’t be the same forest as it is in the day. The moon will be so big you could almost touch it and where its light manages to pierce through the dense foliage you’ll see the ground is alive with insects, one big crawling mass. Grotesque, mocking shadows will surround you in a thick blanket of fear.

As you continue, the path will split in two. Look for a crow in the the trees, she’s going to show you which path to take, and from there, she will serve as your guide. But be warned, If you ignore her and take the other path, you will be doomed to walk it for eternity as punishment for your insolence. The correct path leads to a break in the trees overlooking a small lake, covered in a thick fog. Here you must stand and wait until the fog clears, then you must walk to the shore. When you look into the deep black water, you hope see your reflection. If you do, you will appear many years older than you are at the time. If you see nothing, you have already failed and that’s a bad thing! But if you do see your reflection, you are allowed to ask your future self just one question and your reflection will answer truthfully. Ask wisely however, some things you are not supposed to know.

When you have your answer turn round and you will see the crow has reappeared. But she is no longer a crow. She has reappeared in her true form, a sunken-faced old hag propped up by a gnarled branch which she uses as a walking staff. As soon as you see her, She will turn and begin walking and you must follow her, but make sure to stay at least a few yards behind. Be careful not to lose sight of her though, because if you do, you’re gonna get lost and then you’ll be damned to walk in the forbidden woods forever.

Eventually, the witch will stop beneath the tallest tree in the forest and her bony finger will beckon you to her. At that point, you have no choice but to approach her, but do not look her in the face, because what you see behind those ageless eyes is said to drive folks insane. In return for letting you into her woods, she will ask a favor of you. This could be anything, from reading a certain book to committing a murder. Regardless, you are on the hook and have to promise her this favor before she will lead you out of the forest.

Upon leaving the forest, go straight home and go straight to bed. The next day, get out of bed at the ass crack of dawn because you have a favor to make good on. The clock is ticking. If you don’t make good within twenty-four hours, your going to have a visit from the witch, that night! Now, I’d say don’t worry because she’s not there to kill you, but bet your ass, you better be worried! The witch will whisper in your ear while you sleep, she’ll consume your dreams and fill your subconscious with dark suggestions. You will then create your own death, tearing yourself apart both mentally and literally, with this, the witch finds great amusement in claiming her vengeance for you having broken a promise to her. She is relentless and she will win, the witch will never forgive your debt.

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The Russian Sleep Deprivation Experiment

This is a whacked out story about a crazy-assed experiment our friends the Russian’s were performing in the 1940’s. Folks just lost their damned minds during the 40’s! Everybody was in the middle of doing these brutal and grotesque experiments in the name of science and defense back in the day, and that included the Russians.  Why should they miss out on being sadistic bastards when everyone else was having their fun right?!

So, toward the end of the 1940s, these Soviet researchers seal five prison inmates in an airtight chamber and dosed them with one of their experimental stimulant gases so they could test to see the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation. So the room has this two way mirror in it. On the other side, were these “observers” a microphone and a camera, so yeah, it’s safe to say the test subjects were monitored closely. Every moment of their movement, behavior and conversations was under constant surveillance.  That’s enough to make you go ape shit right there! So, what landed these prisoner in to this posh position? They were promised their freedom if they could stay awake for 30 days, no sleep, at all!

Well, the first few days of the experiment go by with no major issues or events. But, by the fifth day, the inmates start showing signs of stress. Their unknowingly broadcasted conversations were centering around them becoming a little hostile about their situation. After a day or so, they stopped speaking freely among themselves, instead they had started whispering back and forth between each other. Yeah, that was the first stages of paranoia setting in. I’m thinking stage two was when they started whispering to the microphones instead of interacting with their fellow cellmates. They were all whispering the same kind of things: they where spilling compromising information about their fellow inmates. It was almost as if they were trying to win the favor of the researchers.

On the ninth day the screaming began. First one subject, then another, was observed running around the chamber screaming at the top of his lungs for hours on end. Those that weren’t belligerently screaming their lungs out had started ripping apart the books that they had been provided with. Then it got interesting. They start smearing their shit over the mirrored window then smacking the pages from the books on top of it, basically blocking out the observers from watching them. Then, just as suddenly, the screaming stopped. The subjects ceased communicating altogether. Three long days passed without a sound from inside the chamber. Fearing the worst, the researchers start trying to rouse them through the intercom. When there was no response, they made an announcement: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones,” they said. “Step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”

A voice from inside the cell answered, “We no longer want to be freed.” Fearing what may happen if they opened the cell door, the scientists decided to leave them be for just a while longer.

Two more days passed without contact of any kind, now the scientists are debating on what to do next. Finally, they decided to terminate the experiment. At midnight on the fifteenth day the stimulant gas was flushed from the chamber and replaced with fresh air in preparation for the subjects’ release. Far from being pleased at the prospect of leaving the chamber, the subjects began screaming as if in fear for their lives. They begged to have the gas turned back on. Instead, the researchers unsealed the door to the chamber and sent armed soldiers inside to retrieve them. Nothing could have prepared them for the gruesome nightmare they witnessed upon entering.

One subject was found dead, lying face-down in six inches of bloody water. Chunks of his flesh had been torn off and stuffed into the floor drain. All of the test subjects were found to have been severely mutilated, in fact. What’s worse, the wounds appeared to be self-inflicted. They had ripped open their own abdomens and disemboweled themselves with their bare hands.

Some had even eaten their own flesh.

The four who were still alive seemed terrified of falling asleep and refused to leave the chamber, they were still begging the researchers to turn the gas back on. When the soldiers attempted to remove the inmates by force, they fought back so ferociously that even the soldiers hadn’t been prepared to protect themselves properly. These test subjects were violently crazed, even in their mutilated conditions. They fought back fiercely. One suffered a ruptured spleen and lost so much blood there was literally nothing left for his heart to pump, yet he continued flailing for a full three minutes until his lifeless body collapsed.

The remaining subjects were restrained and transported to a medical facility for treatment. The first to be operated on fought so furiously against being anesthetized that he tore muscles and broke bones during the struggle. As soon as the anesthetic took effect, his heart stopped and he died. The rest underwent surgery without sedation. Far from feeling any pain, however, they laughed hysterically while on the operating table — so hysterically that the doctors, perhaps fearing for their own sanity, administered a paralytic agent to immobilize them.

After surgery, the survivors were asked why they had mutilated themselves, and why they so desperately wanted to go back on the stimulant gas. Every one of them gave the same answer: “I must remain awake.”

The researchers considered euthanizing them to obliterate every trace of the failed experiment, but were overruled by their commanding officer, who ordered that it be resumed immediately; with three of the researchers joining the inmates in the sealed chamber. Horrified at the prospect, the chief researcher pulled out a pistol and shot the commanding officer point blank. He then turned and shot one of the two surviving subjects. Pointing his gun at the last one left alive, he asked, “What are you? I must know!”

The test subject then responded: “Have you forgotten so easily?” he said, smiling. “We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”

The researcher fired a bullet into his heart. The EEG monitor flat-lined as the subject murmured these last words: “So…nearly…free.”

 

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