Australia’s haunted May Day Asylum

Imagine yourself taking in the rolling hills of Beechworth, Australia. So you’re riding along enjoying the gorgeous view and all the sudden you see this dilapidated old building. Yeah, that’s the old May Day Lunatic Asylum.  Back in the day, it was one of the largest nut houses in Australia. This joint was home to the crazies for 128 years, until it closed its doors in 1995. Now, the only crazies you’ll find there are the ones with no pulses, and the folks like me and you that would go looking for them!

So, May Day was pretty much like any other institution of its kind back in the day. All it took was for Mom and Dad to get fed up with that unruly kid, drive them out to May Day, sign a piece of paper and leave their ass there. It was just that easy. So let’s say, that if a wife wanted to get rid of her old man, all she had to do was grab some other relative, tie his ass up and throw him in the car, or buggy or what ever, and drag him over to the nut house, problem solved!

The first thing that would happen once you were signed in was an intrusive interview by the ward physician, just to see what brand of crazy you were. Well, imagine being dragged in there unwillingly, you’re already pissed off and now you’ve got “Poindexter” sitting across from you psychoanalyzing you. Yep, they’d wind up locking me up in the “bat shit crazy wing” Cause I would be going off!!

But, also put yourself in the shoes of an autistic person, an epileptic or a stroke victim or something like that, imagine the outcome of that interview and where you’d be housed among the lunatics that were there because they really needed to be. Needless to say, once you checked in, it wasn’t likely you’d be leaving without a toe tag, if they did that back in the day. If the crazies didn’t get your ass, the electroshock therapy or other screwed up medical procedures aimed at “fixing your issues” like say, lobotomies, would.

Yeah, those are pretty typical features of an asylum that was in operation back in those days, but here’s something that I’ve never run across before. There was this really cruel feature there that was known as “Ha-Ha walls.” The Ha-Ha wall was like a 10 – 12 ft wall built on the side of a trench. If you were standing a few yards away from it, it looked like you could just step over it and get the Hell out of there.  But, as you got closer, the ground started on a decline.  By the time you got to the wall, you were looking up at the top of it. No one ever escaped there by climbing a wall.

So it’s no wonder, then, that this place is crazy haunted! One of the most frequently seen ghosts there is that of a woman named Matron Sharp. She was a nurse there, one of the few folks that showed compassion to the inmates. She was known to sit with folks and try to comfort them while they were waiting for their electroshock sessions.

She appears in an old fashioned grayish dress, apparently common to the nursing staff at that time. Folks have seen, and photographed her coming down a set of stairs and turning into a nearby room where she immediately disappears. That’s the room where she’d sit with those poor bastards waiting for their next session of “electroshock therapy”

In this same general area, where Matron Sharp is seen, there’ a room called the reaction hall.  That’s where the patients were allowed to play games, act in plays, sing and whatever else it is that crazy folks do to recreate. There are 2 ghosts that are commonly encountered in this room. One is a old man that is always seen staring out of the window. The other is the spirit of a young girl who materializes, and acts like she’s desperate to communicate with you, but before anything can be said, or heard, she disappears.

In the kitchen you may run in to Tommy Kennedy. He was actually a well liked patient there that was given a job working in the kitchen. Folks today will tell you that they’ve had a run in with him after they’ve felt someone, or something, tugging on their clothes or poking them in their ribs.

There’s other patients and doctors that have been seen there as well. Like this one chick that got shoved out of an upper level window because the other inmate wanted her cigarettes. The big problem was that the chick was Jewish. That meant that her body couldn’t be moved until a Rabbi had seen to her. Well, that took a few days, so in the meanwhile, the dead chick is just laying on the ground outside the front of the building. Today, some folks claim that they still see her there, others claim that they’ve seen a reflection in the window from where she fell, but nobody knows if it’s her or the tramp that pushed her.

Then there’s the Grevilla Wing, that was where patients actually had their electroshock therapy. Folks that have walked through that area will tell you that it stays as cold as ice and you can frequently hear the sounds of patients screaming, and see swarms of orbs darting erratically down the corridor.

And according to one spooky legend, even the garden is haunted by loyal gardener.  This dude was named Arthur, who was always wearing a green wool coat, summer, winter, didn’t matter, Arthur had that coat on. When he died, the nurses found out why–Old Arthur had stashed about 4 years of his wages in the lining of that coat. Arthur is seen still today, wandering the overgrown and unkept grounds of the asylum, and he’s still wearing that green coat.

Other visitors have claimed to hear the sounds of children laughing and playing, even though the grounds were deserted. This one chick had brought her 10 year old son along on a ghost tour. The kid started talking to himself a few minutes after the tour started, so his mom asks him why he was talking to himself, because it was annoying as hell. The kid tells her that he’s not talking to himself, he’s talking to a boy that used to live there, and his name was James. When one of the other folks on the tour took a random photo of something else in the room, this chicks son was in the frame, and right there beside him, was a big bright orb, apparently, James.

Now we talked about the Ha Ha walls earlier, and I did say that no one ever escaped by climbing over them right. I didn’t say that no one ever tried. There’s this one grisly tale about a missing patient, this dude had just disappeared, The hospital staff searched every inch of the facility and grounds looking for him, eventually, they just gave up and wrote him off as an escapee, but that’s not what happened.

One day the resident dog, Max, shows up at the guard house at the front gate and he’s macking down on something. So the guard goes over to see what Max has in his mouth. He looks down and sees a human leg. So, the search for the “escaped” inmate kicks back up again, eventually they found him, or what was left of him, decomposing in a tree near the ha ha wall. He’d been up there long enough to where he was so rotten that his leg had fell off of his body.

So, If you find yourself over in that area of Australia, check the joint out, it is open to the public and there are tours, and you don’t even need anyone’s signature to get in these days!

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Belle Gunnes: Psycho Bitch – Serial Killer

When we hear somebody say “Serial Killer,” our twisted little minds typically drum up Ted Bundy, Jeffery Dahmer, Ed Gacy or Dennis Radar, notice anything there folks? All men. Well I got news for ya, not all of these vicious murderers were men! I’m going tell you about a twisted female serial killer named Belle Gunnes. This chick was one of the most shrewd, cold-hearted, female serial killers that I have ever researched. I’m kind of envy her vicious skill set!

Belle was born in Norway in 1859.  Not much can be found about her younger years, other than the fact that she was raised in poverty on a small farm. In 1878, something must have snapped in old girl. Legend said that she worked herself to the bone for three years to turn her little farm into a booming business.  At the end of that 3 years, she’d been more than successful.  She then sold everything that she owned and went off in search of new life.

In 1881 she changes her name and headed for the United States. She winds up settling in the Mid-West. During her early days in Chicago, Belle ran a “baby farm” – kind of a pseudo foster care situation – out of her house. A record number of babies, 21 in all, mysteriously disappeared while in her care. To this day, no one is entirely sure what happened to them. They may have been murdered or sold to the highest bidder.

After that, in 1884, this twisted tramp snagged herself a husband. The lucky guy, Mads Sorenson. He was head over heels for this chick, he’d do anything that she wanted, without question. Within their first year of being married, Belle talked Mads in to opening a little candy store. They dumped a ton of cash into the business but it just didn’t take off like she thought it should have. So, sometime within the first year that the little store was open, it mysteriously burns to the ground.

So Belle and Mads pocket the insurance money, go off and buy a new family home. While they lived in this home, their family participated in the census. Records show that at that time, Belle, Mads and their 4 children were living there. But it wasn’t long after, that 2 of the 4 kids die from acute colitis, we think. I say that because the symptoms of colitis are very similar to being poisoned.

Just a short while after these two kids drop dead, Mads croaks from something that kind of resembled a heart attack. That was on July 30th 1900. Belle stated that he’d been feeling ill so she’d given him some “medicinal powders” to relieve his suffering. Yeah, your eyebrows raised yet, well if they’re not, listen to this: Mads dropped dead on the only day that both of his life insurance policies overlapped. Coincidence? Yeah, I seriously doubt it! As a matter of fact, so did Mads family. In fact, they had become more than a little bit suspicious that Belle was behind all of this death!

So, folks are starting to look at her funny, and she’s feeling the walls closing in around her. Belle takes the insurance pay off, from both policies, and gets the Hell out of town. It wasn’t long before she landed in LaPorte Indiana where she “just happened” to run into an old friend by the name of Peter Gunnes. Gunnes, who’d been married when they first met, was now a widower too. He was elated to find out that Belle had moved into town, and now having a few more things in common, he was eager to hook up with her.

Gunnes’ wife had died during childbirth and this poor dude was struggling to take care of an infant and another young daughter. Well it was Belle to the rescue right! Poor bastard! So, yeah, in 1902, Belle snags another husband, but the honeymoon didn’t last. Only weeks into the marriage the infant turns up dead while Belle had been taking care of it. Poor Peter was heartbroken, but he wouldn’t be for long, cause he turns up dead just a few months after the infant.

Well, this time there was an investigation because the circumstances looked kind of funky to everyone around. Belle’s statement on Gunnes was that he had knocked a pot of brine off of the stove on himself while reaching for his slippers. When he fell to the floor the sausage grinder fell off of the shelf and hit him in the head. Yeah, I know it sounds like bullshit, but regardless, she got away with it, and, she got paid again thanks to the life insurance policy.

Well, the authorities may have bought in to her explanation but the Gunnes family, not so much. They’re watching this tramp like a hawk. And, not quite a year later, Gunnes’ brother took custody of his only remaining child.

So, Belle’s single again and she’s on the prowl.  But after all these “suspicious” deaths, nobody in the area is crazy enough to start dating Belle, and there wasn’t any back in the day either! Well, she may have been crazy but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t smart. Old girl starts running personal ads in all of the major MidWest newspapers. The ad stated that she was a “comely widow” and that “Triflers” need not apply. Old Belle wasn’t looking for no trifling man, she wanted a man with money!

Believe it or not, men actually started to respond to her ad! The first one that showed up was a man named John Moe from Minnesota. He shows up with enough money to pay off Belle’s mortgage as a show of good faith. What a dumb-ass! That’s alright though, he wouldn’t stay stupid long, because he mysteriously disappears about a week after he arrived on her doorstep.

The next dumb bastard to answer the ad is definitely the smartest out of the bunch. George Anderson from Missouri came to court Belle. During their first dinner together Belle brought up the issue of her, now fictional, mortgage. Anderson agreed to pay it off if she’d marry him. So, she agreed. Well, later that night, Anderson was asleep in the guest bedroom. He wakes up in the middle of the night to see Belle hovering over his face while holding a candle. He later stated that the expression on her face was so sadistic, that he actually screamed when he saw her. Well, when he screamed, Belle hauled ass, and so did Anderson. As soon as he could get dressed and gather most of his clothes, he ran from the house straight to the train station. Anderson left town, and never came back for the rest of his belongings, and never contacted Belle again. So, that makes Anderson the only intended victim of Belle’s that would survive her murderous plotting.

Now, with all of that said. I’ve seen a photograph of Belle, “comely” isn’t exactly the word that I would use to describe her. This bitch was butt ugly! I mean beat the Hell up with the ugly stick, ugly! So, in knowing that, imagine this haggard bitch standing over you in the middle of the night with her face lit by candle light. I bet Anderson had nightmares for years. That poor dude probably needed some intense counseling.

But apparently there were a lot of men back in the day that had an ugly chick fetish. So, on to the next idiot that responds to the ad. His name was Ole Budsburg, he was from Wisconsin. Budsburg was an elderly widower, Loneliness just got the best of him I guess. Anyway, he was last seen alive at the LaPorte savings bank on April 6 1907, and guess what he was doing there! I’ll tell you! He mortgaged his property back in Wisconsin, leaving the bank with several thousand dollars in his pocket.

Back at home in Wisconsin, Budsberg’s two sons had no idea where there Father had disappeared off to, so they’re freaking out! Well, they start doing a little investigating and eventually they found out that he’d answered Belle’s ad. I guess they got one good look at her picture and became more that a little concerned. So, they decide to write Belle a letter to see just what the Hell was going on. A few weeks later they get a letter back from Belle, she tells them that she’s never met their father. Yeah, you got it, he disappeared too!

There were tons of idiots that answered this ad, and none of them were ever seen again. Belle’s farm house was like a fortress, the doors and windows were always locked and the curtains drawn shut. Other than the idiots that answered her ads, the only company she ever had were the delivery men that came to fill her recurring orders for massive trunks. Nevertheless, Belle was never lonely for very long.

The last of her victims was Andrew Heelgeleen from South Dakota. Belle must have worked him hard too because there were a ton of letters sent back and forth between the two of them before he ever came face to face with her. The last letter between them was the one that hooked him and reeled him in. In the letter Belle writes: “My heart beats in wild rapture for you, My Andrew, I love you. Come prepared to stay forever.” Yeah, she wasn’t playing either, she meant every word of it, especially the “plan to stay forever” part! So anyway, Heelgeleen shows up at her doorstep, and guess what! A week later he’s missing!

Now through it all there stands 1 man. No, not the one that got away, Belles farmhand, Ray. Ray was secretly infatuated with Belle. What is it with all these men digging this ugly chick! That says a lot about Ray, now doesn’t it? This dude did any and everything that Belle ever asked of him. This poor defective bastard would sit back in the shadows being eaten alive by jealousy every time a new dude answered her ad.  But he’d always get his taste of revenge, trust me. Well, eventually, there came a day when Belle decided that Ray’s mental instability was a risk to her livelihood. When she fired him in 1908 he went stark raving mad!


So in the meanwhile, Heelgeleen’s family was becoming suspicious, just like all of the others had. Two of his brothers start tracking him down. Eventually they show up in town and start asking questions. We’ll apparently these dude’s families weren’t the only one’s that were suspicious of Belle. More than a couple of folks suggested that they go out to her farm and have a little conversation with her. So they did, several times. They interrogated her with a barrage of questions and accusations every time. But Belle always seemed to have some lame-assed explanations or excuses in response. Well, these two brothers weren’t buying her bullshit. They knew that she wasn’t telling them everything she knew about their brother’s disappearance.

Again, Belle starts feeling the walls closing in on her. So, one afternoon she goes into town and has a new will drafted. In this will she names her remaining kids as the sole heir to her estate. Well, that’s a fairly normal thing to do right? Yeah, but a few weeks later, her farm mysteriously catches on fire. Her newly hired farm hand wakes up in a house full of billowing smoke. He jumps from the second floor window and dies. Her children were unable to escape, they perished in the flames.

Now, Belle, was ugly as hell, but she was smart as a whip. She’d started filing false reports about Ray since the day she fired him. Poor bastard!  She’s starting to shift all of this madness on to him and the dude “supposedly” knows nothing about this latest deadly tragedy. In these reports Belle stated that he was a threat to her and her family. So now, with a fabricated trail of threats filed by her, the house has burned to the ground and supposedly, no one has survived, including her. Needless to say, there was an investigation.

Authorities are sifting through the ash and rubble that was her farmhouse. The bodies of her children were recovered along with the decapitated body of a woman. Now, there was no way that this body belonged to Belle, it was of average height and weight and Belle stood 6 feet tall and weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 200 pounds. But here’s the kicker, even though the woman’s body was missing its’ head, a set of teeth were found and identified. Belle’s dentist testified that the teeth were hers as he had done some extensive gold plating on Belle’s damaged teeth.

So, poor heartbroken Ray is arrested and charged. Well, they find the poor bastard guilty of arson and murder, but just after his conviction he becomes ill. On his death bed Ray starts talking. He admitted to a Priest to having been an accomplice in many of the murders that Belle committed. He even revealed her instrument of choice. Ray stated that Belle would poison the men’s coffee. When they passed out, she would cave in their head with a meat chopper. Belle would then drag their bodies downstairs to her basement and dismember them. Ray would then help her gather the pieces and haul them out to the pig pen. He even stated that he’d been watching on the day of the fire. He claimed to have witnessed Belle as she hacked off the head of her new maid and dressed the body in her own clothes before setting the house on fire. He admitted that he saw her leave, and she never even glanced back over her shoulders at the mayhem she left behind.

With Ray’s dying breath, he insisted that Belle was still alive out there somewhere. It’s believed that this chick murdered between 25-40 people, but authorities had only been able to identify the remains of 12 after they’d been recovered from the pig pen. Footnote here folks, just in case you ever need to know, Pigs can consume a human body in under 8 minutes, just putting that out there. Anyway, prior to the fire, Belle had withdrawn all of her money from the bank.

In 1931 a woman named Esther Carlson was arrested in Las Angeles after poisoning a man for money. Some people that had known Belle in the past, identified her and Esther Carlson as the same person. But there would be no justice for her victims. “Esther” became ill and died while she was in jail awaiting trial.


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Haunted History – The Myrtles Plantation

So, If you’ve never heard about the Myrtles Plantation, don’t sweat it, I’m fixing to school you and then you’ll know just about everything there is to know when I’m done with you!

Let’s start at the beginning, that was in 1796 when General David Bradford, aka “Whiskey Dave” of the Whiskey Rebellion, decides to buy a 650 acre land grant from Baron de Corondelet. Bradford had actually landed in the area after he fled the United States to avoid arrest and imprisonment for his involvement in the Rebellion. At that time, Bayou Sarah, where this land grant was, was still a Spanish colony. But just a little foot not here folks General Bradford was pardoned later on down the road by President John Adams.

So now he’s got this massive land tract and he’s out of reach of the authorities that wanted to see him hang, so he’s all good. But it wasn’t gonna stay that way, Bradford starts construction on his main house and here is where it begins. So the workmen are digging out for the foundation when they unearthed an old Indian burial ground. Bradford did the way wrong thing. Instead of relocating the site, cause, he has like 650 acres, he orders his workers to burn the remains and keep working, and so they did. This marked the beginning of some hard times for Bradford as well as kicking off over 200 years of hauntings that are still being witnessed to this day.

After this, illness strikes his workers, one obstacle after another arose during the construction of the main house and out buildings. HE was bleeding cash, fighting with the workers then going home to fight with his wife. Then tragedy struck, one of his sons fell into the nearby river one day while working on the estate, his body was never recovered.

So when Bradford got word that President Adams had pardoned him, he was more than ready to get the hell off of that land grant in Bayou Sarah. So he snatches up his wife Elizabeth and their remaining 5 kids and they moved back to Pennsylvania. Bradford knew he had a career in politics sitting there waiting for him. So he went for it full throttle and wound up being appointed Deputy attorney-general for Washington County.

In the meanwhile The mansion was still in his name but in 1820 his son in law, Judge Clarke Woodruff, talked him into selling it to him. The Woodruff era of ownership is responsible for producing one of the Myrtles’ most well known ghosts; a young Creole slave girl named Chloe.

So Woodruff, had the eye for Chloe from day one. He’d flirt with her in private and needless to say, she didn’t shy away from him. Chloe fell head over heels for Woodruff, which made her kind of obsessed with taking care of his kids and his home, and of course things progressed and she soon took the position as his Mistress. Well, she eventually convinces him to move her in to the house so she could take better care of the children. Well that was just dumb as hell in the first place, moving your mistress in to your house with your wife, he was asking for it.

Well Chloe kept a close eye on everything that went on in that house and as she became more involved in his every day life, she forgot to slow her role. Chloe starts eavesdropping on conversations and peeking around at inopportune moments. The problem was that she wasn’t very good at it. She got cold busted more than once and Woodruff was tired of scolding her. Chloe was becoming a problem, it was obvious that she was gunning for a higher position than Mistress. Well, one night some of Woodruff’s influential friends pop in one evening. They’re all sitting around the parlor talking about politically sensitive stuff and all of the sudden the conversation starts getting heated. One of them storms out of the parlor door and catches Chloe with her ear to the wall. She left Woodruff with no other choice but to punish her in front of them. He ordered her left ear cut off and banished her from working inside of the house.

So, Chloe is just devastated that he punished her so brutally. Her heart was absolutely broken. She took a few days to lick her wounds then started plotting on how she could work her way back into the house. She decided to bake a cake laced with poisoned herbs, but she didn’t have intentions on killing anyone, she only wanted to make them sick. IF the children came down ill surely she’d be allowed back into the house to take care of them. Well, we already know that she wasn’t good at sneaking around and apparantly she wasn’t much on baking either because she used a little more poison than she should have, the cake was lethal. Woodruff’s wife Elizabeth and two of his kids died from it.

So now Chloe is beside herself, she loved these kids too, the wife, not so much but definitely the kids. And it was killing her to see Woodruff in so much pain and her knowing that she was the one that caused it. The guilt was eating her alive and her heart was broken beyond repair. Days turned into weeks and Chloe couldn’t bear the guilt any longer, she goes to Woodruff and confesses everything. Woodruff ordered her to be hanged from one of the massive Oak trees that was just outside the front of the mansion. When Chloe was dead, her body was weighted down and thrown into the Mississippi River.

Woodruff and his last remaining child packed up and moved to Covington Louisiana, he sold the mansion in 1834 to Ruffin Gray Sterling. Sterling and his wife did a massive remodel the homestead. When they finished, it was nearly double in size and then became, what we know now as the 11,000 square foot Myrtles Plantation.

The Sterling era would bring on even more of apparitions that are frequently still seen here. Just four years after they wrap up the remodel, Sterling dies from Consumption. And believe it or not, that was probably a good thing for him because in the following years, 5 out of their 9 children also died, from varying causes. Only 4 of them lived long enough to get married.

During this time, it was just the family that was falling on hard times, the Plantation was suffering along with them This was during the Civil War era, the Myrtles, along with many other plantations in Southern Louisiana, fell victim to looting by rogue soldiers. But, a lot of these thieving bastards lost their lives by charging onto the Myrtle’s estate grounds. The family and slaves were well armed and they knew how to protect their property. It was during one of these attempted looting sprees that Sterling’s son-in-law, William Winter, was shot on the front steps went he met face to face with some hostile soldiers in attempt of defending his family and home. He crawls back into the house and halfway up the stairs, where died in the arms of his frantic wife.

So now that you know a little bit about the Myrtles’ history, I’m going to tell you about some of the creepy things that go on around there.

Many guests have reported losing just 1 earring while visiting the Plantation. Later on, various earrings will turn up in weird places, Most of the time they’re discovered by the staff while they’re cleaning and organizing. No doubt that this is the work of Chloe because she only needs the one earring right!

There are also reports of bloodstains on the parlor floor which will appear and disappear when they feel like it. But, when it shows up, no matter how much the floor is cleaned, the stains won’t budge. These stains are said to be a bloody reminder of the spot where some Union soldiers met their demise while they attempted to loot the mansion during the Civil War.

Then there’s an apparition that’s seen frequently on the stair case, (his reflection can be seen in the mirror) and at some times, the sound of his footsteps can be heard as he descends the stairs. This misty figure is described as a man, dressed in his Sunday best. Some folks suspect the apparition to be remnants of William Winter who died in his wife’s arms on those very steps.

Chloe is seen frequently around the mansion and the grounds, and sometimes she’s spotted hanging from the very limb from where Woodruff had her hanged. There is pretty well circulated photograph of a female apparition, that appears to be a young slave girl, that’s just standing in between two buildings on the property. This photograph has been researched and debunked by many well-known paranormal investigators. National Geographic has even used it in their documentary of the Myrtles’ Plantation. It was also researched by Mr. Norman Benoit, who performed a shadow density test. He concluded that all of the physical measurements of the apparition were of human dimensions and proportions. The circumference of the head, the length of the shoulder to the elbow and the length of the elbow to the wrist were all indicative of a human.

The ghosts of children are often captured in photographs all around the interior of the Plantation, as well as it grounds. So many children have died on this property it would be quite difficult to accurately identify any one of them. And too, back in the day, records were not kept on the slave population. Considering living conditions and waves of rampant plagues during these eras, there is no way for anyone to know exactly how many people passed away on this property over the past 212 years. There is a photograph that was taken by a teacher on a school field trip. There’s a ghostly figure of a little girl in the window, she seems to be looking directly into the camera and smiling.

Both current and past owners and staff have reported these mysterious hand prints on mirrors and windows for centuries. The infamous mirror which hang near the staircase is a prime target. Previous owners have gone as far as replacing the actual glass to rid themselves of the nuisance, but to no avail; the hand prints would only return.

The Myrtles have been visited and investigated frequently through time, reports range from the inconspicuous to the insane. Guests have had many encounters with the ghostly inhabitants. Many items have gone missing and some overnight guest complain of their difficulties in getting out of their beds in the mornings after having been tucked too snugly into their sheets, while they were asleep.

The Myrtles offers guided tours and is currently in operation as a bed and breakfast where many paranormal enthusiasts have conducted their own private investigations. So, if you’re planning a trip to the deep south any time soon, may I suggest that you book a room at the Myrtles but do it way in advance like, 6 months in advance because this little haunted joint stays packed with both the living, and the dead!!

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Haunted History – The Mortuary

So, there’s this mortuary that I want to tell you guys about. New Orleans hosts one of the greatest haunted houses in the nation, it’s actually called the mortuary, but what many folks don’t know, is that this commercial haunted house really was a mortuary, and it really is haunted. So it’s like a twofer, a haunted house in a haunted house! What kind of madness is this!

So the original mortuary was built at 4800 Canal street in 1872 by the Slattery family. By 1880 Mary and John were living in the property with their 6 kids and another couple. This already sound like a nightmare to me! The property was already surrounded by tombstones, to the left was a Jewish cemetery, in the rear was another cemetery and two blocks away was the Metairie cemetery, and Mary thought that the property would be the family estate that would house generations of her offspring throughout the years, really!? That chick was as twisted as I am! I guess she thought she’d never have to worry about having to hear the neighbors arguing, I can see the logic there!

Well, in 1905, Mary and her youngest daughter died, they were victims of the yellow fever epidemic. The property was then purchased by PJ McMahon and sons, a larger more commercialized funerary service. Several additions and improvements were added to the home, turning the property into a full service establishment. By 1959 they had added an elevator in the garage in order to move the dead bodies without prying eyes watching on, Smoking parlors were added for the men and for the women, private lounges were set up. Extra bedrooms were added on the second floor for grieving families and there were even public dining rooms.

Behind the scenes the mortuary was equipped with an autopsy room, an embalming room, a cold storage area for holding the corpses and it’s own crematorium. And for the business side there was an internal florist and a casket store. This sucker was so massive that it hosted over 20,000 funerals per year and was capable of holding 8 separate services at the same time. So as you can imagine this joint is haunted BIG TIME!

In the 1980’s PJ McMahon and sons sold out to a larger conglomerate, who in just a short while realized that the 14000 sq foot mortuary was just too much for them to keep up. In 2004 the Neil Corporation purchased the property with intentions of renovating and turning it into a day spa, really?! Anyway, half way through the project, Neil corp unexplainably pulls out and shortly thereafter in 2007 Jeff Bourn purchases the property with intentions on converting it to the largest haunted house in the south!

So I’m gonna tell you about some of the most prominent ghosts seen within the halls of the mortuary.
The real ones that is! So, there is a female ghost that haunts the top floor of the building. She’s often seen crying, assumably over the passing of her husband.

There is a man in a dark suit wearing a top hat that appears whenever someone is disrespecting the surrounding cemeteries. Now on a side note here folks, the cemetery that he is most particular about was constructed in the 1840’s. There is a lack of pathways and many of the headstones lay directly on top of each other. It’s nearly impossible to walk through the cemetery without stepping on a grave or straddling a headstone. My guess, this ghost makes frequent appearances.

There are also the ghosts of children that romp playfully through the entire building. They can be heard running around and giggling, it’s also said that they are known to play tricks on the living.

Downstairs, in the morgue, the spirit of a past mortician can be seen busy at work. He seems completely unaware when he is noticed by the living.

There are, of course, many other ghost that make their appearance within the walls of the mortuary. Some are seen as shadow figures, some as orbs. There are voices heard, some in whispered conversation others in sorrowful mourning. Also accompanying these sounds are footsteps, knocking and slamming of doors. Furniture is known to slide violently across the floor and many objects have been flung at guests by unseen hands. There are also more physical accounts, investigators that have been grabbed, slapped and shoved to the ground.

Imagine the emotions that stain the very ground that this colossal improvement sits upon. I would think that if the building would one day be removed, it would make no difference to the spirits that call this property home. There had been too much trauma unleashed in the area, not just within the mortuary itself but consider the tears shed on the million plus graves that have, and still to this day, surround the property!

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Haunted History – Chillingham Castle

This castle has been around since 1298, at was first a monastery, then in 1344 it became a fortified castle, That’s 719 years Ya’ll! You know there’s some madness going on there right!? So this castle was intended to be the first line of defense, in keeping the Scots from invading England. This was back in the day of William Wallace when the castle was ruled over by King Edward the 1st, so that should tell you right there that it has one hell of a horrifying history!  So, of course, I’m gonna tell you all about it!


Let’s start at the bottom and work our way up, shall we! So as with most ancient castles there is a dungeon, oh yeah! The Chillingham dungeon is a very small room carved from the stone base. Today you can still see etchings in the walls where prisoners kept count of the days they had remaining before the executioner would come for them. Most of them in the earlier years of the castle, fully expected to have both arms and legs cut off or at the least broken, and then be thrown down a 20 foot hole where they would be left to starve or bleed to death, that’s if they didn’t die from the injuries sustained during the fall. Those that did survive the fall, were said to sometimes eat dead flesh from other bodies at the bottom of the pit, some would even eat chunks of their own flesh in a desperate attempt to prolong their miserable lives. Today a steel grate covers the opening of the hole, it’s said that if you look down into the darkness that the face of a young woman will appear to you, this was the last person killed here, but I can’t find any explanation as to who she was or why she was punished. All I found was that she lived for 3 days after before she finally died from her injuries.

So next up is the torture chamber, oh yeah! it’s on! There are some sick and deranged pieces of equipment in this room, still in working condition today! This sucker is packed down and built for nothing other than pain and torment. The floor was carved from the stone base and has a slight slope so that the blood would drain away to one side. There’s a huge boiling pot, implements for gouging out someones eyeballs, and there are these barrels. They’re lined with metal spikes on the inside. They’d stuff a prisoner inside the barrel and roll them around until their flesh was ripped from their bodies, and they’d leave them locked inside the barrel to die in agony from their wounds. Then there are these freaky looking little cages, guess what these twisted bastards would use them for. This is crazy! They would attach the cages to a prisoners body and put a starving rat inside. The only way for the rat to escape was to eat his way through the prisoner.

What kind of twisted half breed could even think of this kind of madness, much less see it through. I’ll tell you, the dudes name was John Sage. Sage was one of the King’s most brutal warriors in the battlefield. He’d worked his way up to Lieutenant. But one day his leg was injured in battle, badly enough to end his days of fighting the King’s wars. Sage begged the King to keep him on in some position. The King, familiar with his vicious skills, and his hatred toward the Scots, decided to name him Castle torturer. And Sage loved it, in fact he reveled in it, he was so into his new job that he began creating torture devises of his own.

Some of the things that this Dude did to these prisoners were downright ghastly! Sage tortured fifty or more prisoners per week for the entire time he held his position. Every victim was used as a guinea pig to test and improving his latest means of torment. Sage thoroughly lavished in his torturing but as all good things do, it would soon come to an end. The war with the Scots would soon be over and his supply of prisoners would begin to dwindle. Furious with the threat of peace, Sage went into some of the surrounding towns and began murdering anyone he suspected to have been of Scottish descent. When he returned to the castle there was talk of freeing the prisoners.

Yeah, well that went over like a fart in Sunday school, yeah, he wasn’t up for that. So Sage rounded up all of the men, women and older children from his hordes of prisoners and leads them to the courtyard where there’s a huge bonfire burning, Well folks, they weren’t fixing to make Smore’s, I’ll tell you that right now! Sage has all of them tied up and thrown into the fire. Hundreds of prisoners were burned to death and guess what was just within eyesight of the massive fire. A window, in fact it was the window to the Edward room where all of the prisoners younger children were being held. No doubt the ones tall enough to see out of it were watching on as their parents died agonizing deaths. Those that couldn’t see surely heard their screams and smelled their burning flesh.

Just hang on kids, uncle John will be there shortly to console you, right!? Not so much, Sage, a battle hardened soldier, knew that if he released the children they would grow up and one day come to seek their revenge, he’d be an old man by then. So, This evil bastard takes a small axe to the Edward room and begins hacking the kids to pieces. These kids ranged from maybe 8 years old all the way down to infants. His heinous act rendered the Edward room into one of the most paranormally active rooms in the entire castle. ya think! The chandelier is said to swing randomly, the room has a foul smell and or course a strange atmosphere. Glowing orbs and the faces of terrified children are often caught on film, their tormented screams are more frequently heard and recorded by folks that visit the room.

Any way back to Sage. So in the torture chamber there is a torture rack, remember we’ve talked about these. That’s where the victim is tied down and then stretched from limb to limb and sometimes this even included their neck. So, of course this sicko has some sexual fetishes too right! Cause why wouldn’t he?! Yeah, so one day he’s got his girlfriend tied up on the rack and they’re getting their freak on, well he starts cranking the gears on the torture rack and accidentally winds up killing her. Hope it was good cause that was the last he got from her, I guess, you never know, this dude was definitely deranged! But, let me tell you about his girlfriends Father, who just happened to be a member of Border Reivers. Now the Reivers were a bad ass gang of broken men and outlaws that were pretty much as demented as Sage. needless to say Dad wanted Sage dead right then and there.

The Border Reivers were a very powerful organization that had a vast and very skilled fighting force. legend has it that there was a meeting between King Edward and the leaders of the gang, dad included. King Edward was to have Sage killed immediately else the Reivers would join up with the Scots and launch a full scale attack on the castle. So King Edward has Sage hanged in front of an enormous crowd. Sage was so hated and feared that people in the crowd wanted souvenirs, and I don’t mean t shirts! They start cutting chunks of flesh from his body, while he was still alive. It is unknown how long Sage hanged while being mutilated before he finally died. Fitting I would say.

So, Sage, stuck around and is still seen all over the castle and grounds and of course in his favorite spot, the torture chamber. As we know, ghost tend to return to the places that they loved most!

So next up is the Great hall that leads to the Chapel and the Minstrels gallery. Let me clarify here, the Minstrels gallery was not a room full of PMSing women, this is where the musicians performed. Ok, back to The Great Hall. It’s a long room with a lot of artifacts on the walls. The most notable are a tapestry which cold spots are frequently associated with and a skull that sits on the table in front of the tapestry. The skull is known to move all around the Great Hall on it’s own, but never leaves the room. There are windows that line the wall that look out into the courtyard where ghostly children are often spotted staring in through the windows. On one investigation a small boy ghost was photographed in a chair sitting to the left of the skull.

The Minstrels gallery is a balcony that overlooks the tea room. People have been pushed down the stairs here. Other folks have been overcome by violent waves of nausea or stabbing pains in their head while in the gallery. Huh, kind of like PMS right?! Anyway, There is a legend that says when the tea room was being excavated, a massive toad like creature broke through the wall, took human form then disappeared. The legends says that it is this creature that haunts the area.

The Chapel, I’m certain, has heard same crazy, jacked up prayers. Imagine the soldiers that prayed there before going out to kill or torture the Scots. The walls are covered with weapons of war and flags that the kings men would carry into battle. The Chapel was also recently excavated and beneath the floorboards they found a bunch of relics and some human bones. Maybe that would have something to do with the fact that cameras and recorders will not work here. Most of the time, batteries are drained completely before there is a chance to use the equipment, some of the time the equipment just will not work at all.

Next up is the Edward room, or more affectionately known as the killing room. Among the decor is a suit of armor bearing a two handed sword. The walls are covered with other types of war weapons, cow horns and flags. The most notable relic hanging on display in the Edward room are the documents that were found with the Blue Boy when he was discovered inside the wall.

Ok, so we talked about the Blue Boy already, so on to some of the other ghosts seen around the castle. One in particular is Lady Mary Berkeley. She wanders the corridors searching for her wayward husband, Lord Grey, who actually ran off with her sister, I’m betting she’s wanting to kick some ass. Folks say that Lady Berkeley doesn’t have much to say but when she is near, she definitely sends a cold chill up your spine.

Another lady ghost is an ancestor of the Grey Family. She has been seen stepping from out of her own paintings and following folks around the castle. There are documents of her having done so since the Tankerville’s inhabited the castle. She was seen by both the Tankerville children and their nursemaid. Sometimes this unnamed lady is seen walking around on the grounds and throughout the castle and is often mistaken for a tour guide in period clothing.

A descendant of the Tankerville’s, Lady Leonora, lived in the castle in the 1920’s. She left behind a comprehensive journal of her ghostly encounters. It all began with her as a precognition. While she was in Italy, she had a dream where she said she was walking along and avenue toward a castle. As she neared the park, she was joined by a young man that introduced himself as her soon to be husband’s brother. he explained that he must walk with her until his brother was ready. At that time she had never heard of Chillingham. She had met her husband-to-be only months before and had no idea where he was from much less anything about a castle and really had no idea that she’d wind up marrying the dude to begin with. So as time passes she actually finds herself at the same castle from her dream. While scanning family photos she had no difficulty picking the young man out in a photos, it was then that she was told the brother had died during the war, way before sje’d had her dream.

The first ghost that Lady Leonora encountered had nothing to do with any of the ancient specters that had been known for centuries to have been haunting the halls of the castle. So one night, she was standing at her dressing table brushing her hair before bed. She was wearing only her nightgown. Suddenly she felt the presence of someone behind her, she turned to see a young soldier. She and her husband knew the soldier, they were aware that he had been very ill, so she was shocked to see him standing there in her room and with her nearly naked and all too! She spun around and grabbed her dressing robe and held it up against her as she turned to see what the man had to say for himself for intruding in her chamber. But when she turned to face him, he was gone. When she went to tell her husband, she met up with him on the way, he was coming back to tell her that the very same man she had just seen in her chamber, had died.

Then, one Morning, she had just sat down to rest, There was a storm was brewing and the sky was getting dark. As she’s looking out the window she sees a woman appear in what she refers to as the garb of a Dominican. The woman knelt down to pray, and when she stood up, a man came to stand beside her, together they were looking toward the horizon in the direction of their enemies, the Scots. A few feet behind them two more men appeared wearing velvet court dress from the time of Henry the 8th. A few minutes later the chambermaid came into the same room, The Lady thought that the vision would have surely disappeared, but it didn’t! She looked back out of the window to see another woman drape a cape over the first chick’s shoulders, and the Man was now wearing a surcoat.

So she says, at this point, that she called out to them, asking them how she could help them, not once but twice. The man then turned toward her and looked directly at her. He was wearing the garb of the french from four centuries ago, and his face was that of her husbands. During the entire vision, she felt as if she was about to witness some historical event. But as it was, she was reliving an exact moment from the past as what was on the near horizon for her. Immediately thereafter official directors came to visit the castle warning of an impending invasion.

In the library, just beneath the upper chamber, the voices of two men can be heard talking. If someone is reading or writing in the library, the ghostly conversation continues. But if that person stops reading or writing to listen in, the voices go hush.

And then there is the white pantry ghost. So back in the day, there was what was known as an inner pantry. This is where the silver was stored, and a guard was assigned the task of sleeping in the pantry to protect it. One night the sleeping guard was awoken by a pale woman wearing white, she was begging him for water. Thinking that the woman was a lost guest, he stands up to go get her some water. He then suddenly is reminded that he was locked in the inner pantry, there was no way out and certainly no way anyone could have gotten in. He turns to confront the woman and guess what, you got it, she’s gone! The same pale figure can be seen in the pantry today, still begging for that water. Footnote here, it is thought that the insistent yearning for water is a sign of having been poisoned.

Also on the castle grounds is a picturesque and seemingly peaceful lake, yeah, not so much! Beneath the pristine surface of the water lies the remains of thousands of Scots killed during the war with the English. Their corpses would be piled high onto wooden carts that would be emptied into the lake. Legend has it that the water is cursed and if you put your hand in it, the spirits of those that rest there will pull you in with them. Pool Party right!

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Some Creepy Cursed Relics


The Woman from Lemb

I thought I’d hook you guys up with some crazy stories about cursed relics. The first one I’m going to tell you about is “The Woman from Lemb” who’s sometimes called the Goddess of the death. She’s a kind of dumpy looking little statue that’s carved out of limestone that was unearthed at a archeological dig in Lemb, Cyprus in 1878. No one knows who created her or “what” she actually is, but it’s assumed that she’s a idol of some ancient unnamed fertility goddess. When I say ancient I mean old as ass! She dates back to 3500 BC.!

The first private owner was this dude named Lord Elphont. Within the first 6 years of his owning this freaky looking little relic, all 7 members of the Elphont family die mysterious deaths. The second owner, Ivor Menucci, had about the same luck. He owned the relic for four years. In that 4 years, he and all of his family members died under odd circumstances as well. Then, the third owner, Lord Thompson Noel, yep you got it, he and his entire family dead within four years. After the third owner, the statue vanishes off the face of the earth. Shocker right! Somebody probably threw the damn thing into a hole and buried it. The problem is, it didn’t stay gone.

A few years later, the statue turns up in the hands of a Sir Alan Biverbrook. It wasn’t very long before he, his wife and his two daughters are all dead, no shit! Well, here’s the twist. Biverbrook has two older sons that didn’t live in the same house. Now, neither of the sons were superstitious in any way, but they weren’t stupid either! That statue was not going home with either of them!  They donated it to the Royal Scottish Museum in Edinburgh, where it’s still sitting today.

Think things changed just because she’s in a museum? Not so much. Shortly after she’s donated, the chief of the section where she was on display, suddenly, and mysteriously, drops dead. Still today, the museum curator won’t admit that the statue may have some kind of crazy supernatural abilities. However, no one has handled the damned thing since that first museum worker that placed her in the display case where she now sits. Now days the Goddess of death watches curious museum visitors from a safe distance, and out of reach of all human hands.

“The Anguished Man” painting

It’s not much to look at, but it is kind of unsettling especially when you know the legend attached to it. The painting was an unwanted gift that had been locked away in an attic for 25 years or longer. Sean Robinson’s Grandmother swore that the crazy looking thing was haunted. She told him when he was a little boy that she had sometimes saw a large black shadow lurking around in her home when the painting was on display. She’d also admitted that she’d heard heart wrenching cries coming from what sounded like a tormented man. While she was in a confessing kind of mood one day, she tells him that she’d heard that the artist who had created the piece, had mixed his own blood with the paint, he was said to have committed suicide once he finished the painting.

Now Sean never really believed that the painting was haunted, but he always remembered those creepy stories she told him when he was a boy. When she died, he decided that he would claim the painting. It was kind of an interesting piece and with the crazy assed story his grandmother told him about the artist, it would make one hell of a conversation piece for his house. So he takes it home and hangs it near the den. Well it didn’t take long before Sean and his wife both began seeing this dark shadowy creature lurking around their house. After a few weeks the appearances were accompanied with the sound of a man crying along with other strange noises. Yeah Sean’s not such a skeptic now right!

Sean said that he and his wife both have heard crying coming from the corner of their bedroom, and the dark shadowy figure, yeah he’s been spotted standing at the foot of their bed, just hanging out there, watching them. Sean says that the figure appears to be that of a middle aged man but his features aren’t very clear, just like the painting I suppose. Yeah, well the wife, she’s terrified and she’s had enough. She tells Sean that she refuses to stay another day under the same roof with that painting. So the painting goes on tour for a while and is investigated by a bunch of paranormal experts. So, thanks to the tour, there’s a ton of documentation that more than proves something is definitely going on with this crazy painting.

The “Basano Vase”

Again, not very impressive in appearance, but with this vase, it’s not the looks that are so intriguing!

This story comes from Italian lore, the legend goes that the vase was carved from silver in the 15th century. It was created as a wedding gift for a Italian bride that lived in a northern village close to Napoli. On the night before her wedding, the bride was found lying on the floor clutching the vase with the last of her remaining strength. Before she died, she vowed to return and seek her vengeance. After her death, the vase was given to one of her sisters. Not long after that, she suffered a similar fate as her sister, the bride. After that, the vase was given to another surviving relative. Guess what, yep, they died shortly after as well. Then, for the fourth time, the vase was given to somebody else in the family, you got it, deader than hell almost immediately after taking it into their possession.

So the history of the vase at this point gets a little bit cloudy, but what we do know, is that one of the surviving relatives of the bride, boxes the evil relic up and hides it. The rumor is that this she had a priest bury it on hallowed ground, but no body really knows for sure. What we do know, is that it surfaces again in 1988 and crumpled up inside of the vase was a small piece of parchment paper with some writing on it, it was a warning: It said, Beware, this vase brings death. Well, The note was discarded and the vase was immediately put up for auction where it sold for four million lera, which is actually just a bit above 1 million in U.S. dollars.

The new owner, was a local pharmacists. He owned the vase for about 3 months before dying under mysterious circumstances. His remaining family was terrified that the curse would then fall on them so, they immediately sold it to a local surgeon who didn’t believe in such things as curses. Guess what! 3 months later this dude is deader than hell, he was 37 years old. Well the surgeon’s family wasn’t so skeptical about the whole cursed relic thing now. So, the rumors start circulating and that certainly didn’t help them get rid of this evil vase! It took a little while, but eventually they did find a buyer, in the form of a archeologist.

He purchased it for his private collection, He was thrilled to have the vase, it was a true artifact of the Renaissance era. But even his professional admiration wouldn’t be enough to protect him from the curse. Bet you’ve got this down pat by now, everyone, all together now, “He was dead within 3 months!” Yep, you got it, this time the culprit was some mysterious and undiagnosed infection that ravaged his body in a matter of days. Ok, so now we have yet another terrified family that needs to ditch this vase, like right now! Yeah, not so much! Everybody and their Grandmama has already heard about the shit storm that comes along with this relic. It took a while and they took a massive financial loss, but they finally found a sucker.

Now, this next family was more than familiar with the curse, as was everyone else on the planet. But in thinking that the vase was far more valuable than what they could purchase it for, they figured on reselling it and making a healthy profit. Yeah, that didn’t happen! Almost one month to the day after the vase was brought home, the new owner was dead. The remaining family members are freaking the hell out now, and they want this vase gone! There was not another sucker to be had though, No body would touch the damned thing! In a fit of frustration, the owners brother hurls the vase out of the second floor window. It just so happened that at that very moment a beat officer was walking by on the sidewalk in front of the house; the vase nearly pegs him in the head. It falls to the concrete walk just in front of his feet. Startled by the entire event, not to mention a wee bit on the pissed side, The officer writes the man a ticket. The man gladly accepts the ticket but refuses to pick the vase up, even after being threatened a few nights in the clink!

So eventually, the man wins out, and the officer gives in. He picks the vase up and takes it back to headquarters. The Police Chief makes call upon call in attempt to donate the vase to a library or museum or hell, anybody that would take the damned thing. No Body would touch it. Eventually the Chief decides to deal with it in his own way. Several local papers documented that the vase had been buried in an undisclosed location. Rumor has it that it was placed inside a lead box and buried on the grounds of an ancient cemetery where it will hopefully remain undisturbed and dormant for eternity, or at least until some other poor bastard digs it up.

The Dibbuk Box

I’ve got one last creepy cursed relic to tell you about. So this beautiful wooden wine box shows up at an estate sale. It had been the property of a woman that lived to be 103 years old. Here’s where it starts getting weird folks, before the old woman died, she requested that the box be buried with her. Because this was not typical to Jewish rituals, the Rabbi refused her last request, leaving her family responsible for her personal possessions.

It’s September 2001 and there is a huge estate sale in Portland Oregon where the old woman’s belongings were being auctioned off by her grand kids. A local cabinet maker lays eyes on this unique piece and immediately feels compelled to buy it. At the end of the auction, the cabinet maker is approached by the grand daughter who informs him of his grandmothers last wish. She goes further and tells the guy that her grandmother always said that the box must never be opened.

The old woman was the only member of her family that survived Nazi concentration camp. her parents, brother, sister, husband and three children were all murdered at the same camp. She survived by escaping with some other prisoners to Spain where she lived until the end of the war when she came to the United States. The wine box had been purchased in Spain along with two other items that the woman brought with her when she relocated.

The cabinetmaker began to feel that maybe he should leave the wine box with the family, certainly it had some sentimental value. He offered the box back to the grand daughter who immediately refused. He assured the woman that he did not want a refund, he would gladly return it to her as a good deed. The Grand Daughter starts freaking out, she’s crying and screaming, and then she demands that the dude leaves immediately, and so he did, and he took his newly purchased relic with him.

So the cabinet maker brings the box to his shop and puts it away with intentions of refinishing it and giving it to his mother for her next birthday. So the next day after he opens his shop, he leaves to run some errands. Not 30 minutes later, his cell phone rings, it’s the girl that works for him. She’s frantic and babbling into the phone about someone being in the shop with her. She could hear glass breaking and swearing and on top of that, all of the security exits and the gate were unexplainably locked, she couldn’t get out. As soon as the shop owner hears what’s going on, his cell phone goes dead.

So, he hauls ass back to his shop. When he gets there, he finds the gates and doors still locked. he finally gets into the shop to find his distraught employee curled into a fetal position under the front counter, she’s still sobbing hysterically. So, he mans up and starts walking through the shop, as he’s looking around he sees that every light bulb in the shop has been shattered. From regular screw in bulbs to 4 foot fluorescents, every light bulb had been destroyed. Not only was there the mess to contend with but the entire shop smelled like cat urine. no the guy didn’t have a cat.

So he goes back to check on his employee, he finds that she’s gone. She’s never returned to work and refuses to talk about what happened to this day. So a few days later the mess is cleaned up and the light bulbs are replaced, Moms birthday is coming up so he decides to get to work restoring the cabinet, so what does he do, he opens the damned thing. Inside he finds a 1925 and 1928 wheat penny, a lock of blonde hair and a lock of brown hair, a dried rosebud, a small gold wine cup, a small granite statue and a cast iron candle stick holder.

The shop owner puts all of the contents into a box and returns them to the estate, but again, they adamantly refused to take them. So he’s back to restoring the wine box. So he gives the box a good look over and he decides not to refinish it but to give it a good rub down with lemon oil. Well, he would definitely have it ready for Mom’s birthday. The next morning he gets a call that Mom is going to stay with her sister for the next 2 days and that they will celebrate when she returned, which just happened to be October 31, Halloween.

So Mom gets back in town comes to his shop and he presents her with the box. Before he’s able to hear her response he has to leave to take a call. While he’s on his phone, one of his employees runs in screaming that somethings wrong with his Mother.

So, he runs into the room to find his mom completely unresponsive, tears rolling down her face. So Mom goes to the hospital by ambulance, once she’s stabilize they realize that she can’t speak and has partial paralysis. In order for her to communicate, they give her a notebook with the alphabet written down on it, she points to spell words. The first thing she says is No Gift. Her son laughs, thinking that she had forgotten about the wine box. He assured her that he had given her a gift. She starts pointing at the notebook and spells out HATE GIFT

A few days later since Mom hated the wine box, he gives it to his sister, two days later she returns it and says that the doors won’t stay closed. He looks it over sees no problem with it. A few days later, he offers it to his brother. Three days after that, his brother brings it back saying that the box smells like jasmines to him nut his wife said it smelled like cat urine. So, then, he gives it to his girlfriend. Two days later, she brings it back and tells him to sell it.

So he puts it for sale in his shop. The next day a young couple falls in love with it, so, they buy it. Well, three days later the cabinet maker goes to open his shop for the day and finds the box sitting in front of the door with a note on it. It said: This has a bad darkness.

So now he’s over it, he winds up taking it home with him, That’s when he starts to see what the problem was. Every night since he brought it home he has had the same nightmare. He’s walking next to a friend and at some point he turns to look into their eyes, he finds something evil staring back at him. Then his friends face turns into a gruesome and demonic looking hag, who proceeds to beat the living shit out of him. When he wakes up the next morning he’s all bruised and scratched up.

So a few weeks into all this madness, he’s done with getting his ass kicked bu this freakish hag every night. He’s gotta have a reality check, so he asks his brother, his sister in law and his sister all to come over and stay the weekend. The first morning they’re all gathered at the table for coffee and his sister complained about having nightmares, the same one that she had had before when the box was in her house. She starts describing the dream and the room gets quiet. Come to find out, they had all had the same exact dream, at that point he calls his girlfriend and asks her if she’d had the dream, sure enough, she had.

After this, the shit hits the fan in his house. Shadowy creatures begin lurking through his house, he’s not the only one seeing them, his guests and neighbors saw them as well. So, he puts the box outside in a storage unit. That didn’t last. A couple of nights later he gets woke up by the fire alarm. So he hauls ass to the unit to see what the hell is going on, he opens the door and is nearly knocked down by the smell of cat piss, but nothing was on fire. He goes back inside and finds that his house also smells like cat piss, again, the dude has no cat.

So, he goes back to the unit, grabs the box and begins to investigate it on the internet. He dozes off and somewhere around 4:30 when he’s woken by the smell and feel of something breathing on the back of his neck. When he looks around he sees a large shadowy figure dart out of the door and down the hall.

So now that he’s awake, he lists the box on ebay with a detailed outlay of his experiences, the box sells to Jason Haxton who is a museum director. So now Haxton has a bit of history to add to the legend.

Since he acquired the box, Haxton has had prophetic dreams along with an array of health issues ranging from vision loss to hives, and his house is infested with shadowy creatures that float across the walls and floor. So why hasn’t he got rid of the damned thing? Well, Haxton deems himself the caretaker. The box is safer in his hands than in the hands of some poor unsuspecting bystander.

Since the paranormal activity began, Haxton has spent hours researching the box and the Dibbuk that is latched to it. He has personally consulted with scientists,
Kabbalists, Wiccans, priests and paranormal professionals. For the past few years the box has been sealed inside a acacia chest that’s lined in 24 carat gold. He says it’s been rendered neutral for the most part.

Haxton has informed his entire family that he wishes to be buried with it, just like the 103 year old woman that owned it from the beginning. His wishes were the same; to keep it safe and protect everyone else. But in the meanwhile Haxton has written a book and signed a movie deal.

The movie “Possession” released in August 2012, is based off of the sinister history of the box and the spirit that’s attached to it.


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Who was Lilith

   So, who was this chick Lilith? Was she really a Vampire?  I’ve heard that question more than once!  Let me give you the run down!

Lilith was said to have been the first mate to Adam.  It’s said that God created them both from the dust of the earth.  In her eyes, this meant that she and Adam were equals.  Needless to say, Adam didn’t see things the same way.  After an eternity of them both struggling to hold the “alpha” role in the marriage, Lilith one day decides that’s she’s fed up with being forced to be subservient to Adam’s every whim.  She packs her stuff and splits, leaving Adam alone in the Garden of Eden.

The story then says that Lilith wandered around for a while until she came to the sea shore.  She soon found out that she wasn’t the only one that liked hanging out on the beach all day!  She’d decided to settle in the same spot where several Fallen Angels had already homesteaded.  These were some of the 199 heavenly outcasts that God evicted for defying him by mating with human females.  The result of these unions are what we have come to know today as the Nephilim.

     The Nephilim have left in their wake a broad imprint in ancient documents, to include the modern day Bible.  Known to have been giants that possessed unnatural abilities and knowledge, the Nephilim would later be tagged as Kings, Warriors, Gods, and Monsters; such monsters had an insatiable thirst for human blood, so they say!

In the meanwhile, Adam began to realize that Lilith wasn’t coming back.  He starts whining to God, “What am I to do now, I have no mate!”  God looked down on Adam and had pity on him, everybody knows that men can’t function on their own, right?!  So at this point the legend begins.

God sent Gabriel with a handful of other Angels to retrieve Lilith from the Fallen and bring her back to Adam.  She refused to go.  She had been enjoying her time among the Fallen; they taught her many things that we as humans had never been intended to know.

So Gabriel offers an ultimatum.  In order to remain a free woman, Lilith would have to watch 100 of her children die every day.  Much to his surprise, she took that deal, then, she  added a few terms of her own.  For any male child born she would have dominion over him for 8 days, for every female, 20 days.

Gabriel accepted her terms upon consulting with God and left Lilith standing in the center of the sea.  God, again taking pity on Adam, caused him to fall into a deep sleep.  He then removed one of Adam’s ribs and created a more “fitting” mate; enter Eve.

Well, by this time, Lilith had certainly established herself as the mother of demons, as noted in both the Book of Enoch and the Alphabet of Ben Sirach.  Lilith, as a unique creation of God, possessed certain attributes that her descendants did not.  On top of that, after having mated with the Fallen, a unique creation, or hybrid breed was born.  These beings retained genes from their immortal Fathers along with other “unnatural” abilities, instincts and knowledge.  Lilith was certainly the Mother of a superior race of beings.

Inclinations of both Lilith and her offspring being known as blood drinkers exist in many ancient documents.  Lilith was said to feed on infants.  The Nephilim that she bore have also earned the reputations of being blood thirsty Gods.

Though the stories of Lilith and the Nephilim predate the Egyptian empire, many forms of documentation have been found in temple ruins where ancient Egypt once stood.  Amulets, statues, jewelry, text and paintings all depict Lilith as a bloodthirsty and vengeful God.   So, with all of this information in mind, does one form the opinion that Lilith could be the originator of the Vampire blood line.  I challenge you to ponder the legend.  The Book of Jubilees is a good place to begin your research, but it’s not the only place.  Don’t  form your final opinion before checking the other references mentioned above.  All of these legends have very valid roots, and many forms of documentation that remains until this day.


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