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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The Sweeney Todd Legend

So, I was flipping through the channels the other night looking to catch a good horror flick. As I’m scrolling down the guide, I see that, Sweeney Todd musical nightmare.  Sorry Ya’ll can’t do it, it’s just wrong! Anyway, I thought I’d tell you about the original Sweeney Todd legend, just to kind of wipe the bad taste out of my mouth. Now I know that a lot of you guys know about this story, but listen anyway, you might just learn something new!

So this dude, Sweeney Todd, was supposed to have been a fictitious character from an old London periodical called, “The Penny Dreadful.” But, some folks believe that the character was based off of a serial killer from old English legends. Ya’ll already know that all legends, are based off of some seed of truth.  Now, Thomas Prest, the dude who supposedly created Sweeney Todd, was known to peruse newspapers, looking for details from horrific crimes that he’d base his “fictional” stories on.

But, recent research is suggesting that Sweeney Todd was more than just a character and he’s being accredited for the murders of over 160 men throughout his 27 year reign of terror.

As a child, Todd grew up in a violent household, both parents were raging alcoholics and often beat or abused each other, and him. In order to avoid the constant brawling between his parents, Todd spent most of his afternoons in a museum in the tower of London. He was partial to the area where various torture devices were on display. Sounds like my kind of joint! Anyway, that all came to an end during the winter of 1768 when both parents disappeared. No one really knows for sure what happened to them but it’s most likely that they froze to death in the streets of London while they were hustling for their next drink.

So now Todd, is 12 years old and alone in the world. He survived by pilfering out on the streets at least until he was arrested at age 14 for petty theft. He spent 5 years in jail mingling with murderers and thieves, he got his ass kicked on a regular basis for stealing from fellow inmates. When he wasn’t being beaten, he worked as an apprentice to the prisons barber until he served his full sentence.

In autumn of 1775, Todd was finally released from prison. He was a changed man indeed, changed, but not rehabilitated. Most men find Jesus while imprisoned, Todd found something way different.

For the next 5 years he worked as a street barber until he saved enough money to open his own shop, it was not long after when Sweeney Todd encountered Mrs. Lovett. A gruesome partnership, and love affair were born! There should be a Hallmark card for that!

Anyway, Lovett owned this popular bakery, not too far from Todd’s barbershop. Together the two of them devised a wretched but profitable agenda. You see, during this time, the economy was shitty, nobody had money and it was tough to keep a business open, folks had to be, well, creative, back in the day. So, Todd “created” a device that mounted under his barber chair, with the pull of a lever the floor would flip over, sending what ever poor unsuspected bastard was in it, tumbling to the cellar floor.

A lot of the times the victims died on impact, if not, Todd would rush down after them and slit their throats with his straight razor. The victims flesh would then be skinned from his bones and delivered to Ms. Lovett’s cellar by way of a maze of old tunnels that ran beneath the streets of London.

Ms. Lovett would grind the flesh down to be used as filling in her highly sought after minced meat pies!

Once Todd had delivered the flesh of his victims, he discarded their bones and other left over pieces parts in a unused family crypt underneath this nearby church called St Dunston’s. I’m sure was all good during the cold months, but seasons do change and flesh doesn’t handle warm weather well. It was, in fact, the smell of rotting bones that would bring the demon barber to his downfall. As a footnote, even though some say that the tale of Sweeney Todd is fictional, a small room filled to the brim with bones, was discovered in 1979 while doing some excavation for a large construction project in the same area where Todd was accused of hiding his evidence.

So anyway, as the story goes, the Police were on to him now. They watched him like a hawk, day in and day out, and then, one day, when he left his shop unattended, the police broke in and searched it with a fine tooth comb. They found clothes and other valuable things which obviously had belonged to some of the numerous missing persons from around the area.

Both Sweeney Todd and Ms. Lovett were arrested. Lovett admitted to her involvement in this gruesome scheme but killed herself by ingesting poison while in police custody. Now there were no living witnesses to testify about Todd’s extracarricular activities, not that anyone would have seen him trudging his way through the tunnels of London anyway. But it was a Doctor that ultimately caused Todd’s conviction. One of the bones found in the cellar of the barber shop was identified as having belonged to a patient of this doctor, He was able to identify the leg bone as he had set it several years prior, after his patient had broken it in several places. The unique fracture lines in the healed bone is what sealed Todd’s fate.

He was later convicted and hanged on January 25, 1802, he was 46 years old.

Alright, I feel better now, I gave the legend its balls back!


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The horrors of Unit 731

Typically when we hear war atrocities, we think back to the German concentration camps where hundreds of thousands of folks were tormented, tortured and eventually killed. It’s no big secret now, as to what was going on in these places then. No way you can cover up that much evil, right?!

Though the Nazis and their SS men have certainly left a monstrous footprint in history, they are not the target of discussion here. Did you know that during the same time that the Germans were running freakish, grotesque experiments on their prisoners, that the Japanese were doing the exact same thing at their own concentration camps? Yeah, don’t feel bad, not many people do. In fact the madness that was going on over there has just recently begun seeping it’s way out to the public. Like I said, no way to cover up that much evil. It’s time to talk about unit 731.

Gruesome and unthinkable horrors were performed daily at Unit 731. Hidden under the guise of an epidemic prevention and research facility, experiments for germ warfare and its effects on the human body had been covered up by the Imperial Japanese army for decades. Those responsible for the torture and torment of hundreds of thousands of victims lived out full lives surrounded by the wealth that they acquired during these dark times. Many of these sick bastards were awarded with medals or compensated with prestigious jobs or positions within the Japanese government in return for their keeping the facility a secret. Japanese authorities adamantly denied the atrocities that took place at unit 731, the truth only started coming to light in 1984 when photographic evidence began to surface. Now the site has been excavated and the research has begun. The once tormented souls that had found peace are beginning to stir again since the site has been disturbed. It’s no wonder either, check out what I’ve found.

Up to 10,000 people per day were murdered at this facility, recent research estimates nearly 600,000 lost their lives under unimaginably horrific circumstances. 95% of these victims were Chinese or Korean, many were civilians but some were soldiers, the remainder was mostly represented by prisoners of war taken by Japanese Allies.

Tortures ranged from psychological to all spectrum of physical abuse. The lightest of the experiments took place in the rape room where Fathers were forced to rape daughters and sons were forced to rape their Mothers in hopes that pregnancy would ensue. Those that didn’t become pregnant suffered through some of the most gruesome mutilation of genitalia that could ever be imagined and that was before they were murdered. Those that did become pregnant would be tied down and were forced to watch these ghoulish doctors cut the babies from them all while un-sedated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the Mothers would then be forced to watch as the doctor’s would murder the infants by performing living autopsies.

Other prisoners were infected with deadly diseases like anthrax, cholera and the Bubonic plague. The Japanese were very creative, it’s not like all of these folks were just injected, some of the subjects were staked to the ground and covered with plague infested fleas or contained in small cells to be bitten by infected lab rats. These evil bastards would wait until the disease took effect on the subject, and once their health began to deteriorate, the fiendish doctors would perform vivi-sections on the un-sedated victims. That means that they would cut them open in order to examine the effects of the diseases on the subject’s vital organs, all without any form of sedation.

And then there was the frostbite unit, also part of the complex. Prisoners would be staked to the ground during the coldest part of winter. They’d remain there until nearly frozen solid, when their limbs could be broken from their body they were taken to the frostbite unit in order for the doctors to experiment and better understand the effects of frostbite in hopes of finding better forms of treatment.

Then there was a pressure chamber, yeah it’s probably exactly what you’re thinking. Victims would be crammed into these chambers and the gauges were cranked up, all just to find out how long the human body could maintain under immense pressure. The experiments usually ended once the victims eyeballs popped out.

Oh and then there’s the courtyard, sounds all peaceful and serene right?! Not so much ya’ll. So out in the courtyard, prisoners would be staked to the ground within close proximity to experimental explosives. After the bombs were detonated the subjects remains would be examined in order to discover the effects of the blast. Really! my thoughts, it blew the poor bastards up! How much experimenting did that take and I’m pretty certain that my conclusion, though unscientifically based, is 100% correct!

I even ran across some experiments that put me in the mind of madame Laulaurie. Quite often, limbs would be cut from un-sedated subjects then reattached to other places on their body. Sometimes these twisted doctors would cut the subjects open and rearrange their internal organs just to study the effects. Gangrene was prompted by the doctors as well, in order to closer examine it’s effects on the human body.

Other subjects fell victim to their share of other sordid tortures, some were starved to death, burned to death, injected with animal blood or sea water to study the effects. Some were burned to death or buried alive and some were spun to death on massive centrifuges. All of this in the name of science in order to better establish what is known today as germ warfare.

So now that we all know more about the gruesome activities that took place at unit 731, is it any wonder that this joint is as haunted as hell!? I should say not! The investigators that have been, and are still on site today report that their electrical equipment doesn’t work at all there, any and all research done onsite has to be completed during the day because at night, the lights that are being used are drained by the presence of the spirits that haunt the grounds. There are of course strange noises, sorrowful cries and the screams of those that died such gruesome deaths.

Live tours are ongoing as well as paranormal investigations. Crews are finding it very difficult to investigate the site as their electrical equipment fails quickly upon arrival. Tour guides will only lead groups through certain areas of the site as some areas are far too active to bring civilians. One of those areas is the frost bite ward. Guides state that they frequently see the misty forms of victims moving through the halls, there is the sound of heavy breathing and faces that materialize in reflective surfaces. There are the sounds of trembling voices that beg for mercy as well as the presence of angry entities that want to exact their revenge. Can’t say as that I blame them either! I can’t imagine one happy memory that would tie these spirits to this place. There have literally got to be tens of thousands of pissed off ghosts on these grounds!

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