Saturday, July 22, 2017

It Appeared in A Flash


I recently received the following account:

Hi - I had been listening to the interview you had conducted with Stan Gordon (Arcane Radio). I had an 'incident' happen, about 8 years ago, when I was living in Shasta County, CA. I figured you'd be interested in reading it.

One evening while I was watching television in my living room, I noticed a bright red flash come through the window nearest me. The flash came from my backyard. I looked outside and was shocked to see what appeared to be a flat circular object hovering, then landing, in the field behind my garage. There were blue and white lights flashing intermittently around the object. There was mist or smoke rising from it. I first thought it might be a large helicopter, but it was silent. After a few seconds, the object instantly vanished in another bright flash.

It stunned me, and left me wondering what I had just witnessed. I waited for a few minutes, then went outside with a spotlight to take a look. I am single, so I was alone. There are a few houses on the other side of the field, but the distance to the nearest property is about a quarter mile. I didn't see any other people investigating the lights. There was nothing to indicate that the object had landed in the field, so I decided to wait and look some more the next day.

I didn't find any evidence the next morning. I estimated that the object had been about 50 or so feet in diameter. That night something happened that has changed my belief in the unknown.

I was sitting in the living room watching television at about 9:30 PM, and once again I was stunned by another bright red flash coming from the backyard. I immediately got up from my chair and looked out the window. There was a full moonlight, so I noticed that in the same location that I saw the object land the night before, there was something moving around. I didn't know what to think or what to do. I wondered if I should call the authorities, but then I'd have to tell them about the flash of light and what I had witnessed the previous night.

I just sat there with the lights and television off for several minutes. I then started to hear dogs barking in the distance. Then suddenly I heard something hit the side of the garage, and then a deep groaning sound. I sat there quietly, when I saw a faint shadow move across the window. The window is almost 7 ft from the ground, but the shadow completely blacked out any light. It was moving towards the front of the house. I got up and looked out the dining room window. There was a huge hairy creature illuminated by the light on the utility pole. It must have been 8-9 ft in height and a massive body. This had to be a Bigfoot! As I continued to watch this creature, it walked away from my property, then into the adjacent field. I went upstairs and sat at my bedroom window, just waiting to see if the creature returned.

The next morning, I walked around my property looking for tracks. I did find an indentation in the ground that measured 15 inches long and 6 inches across, but I'm not sure if it had been from the creature. I didn't find anything unusual, other than a cinder block laying by the garage. It had to have been brought there.

To this day, I have only told a few friends about the incident. I wonder if the Bigfoot had come from a UFO or that it came on it's own. CK

NOTE: I contacted CK by email, and received a response two days later. We then talked through Skype, where he described the ordeal. His description of the creature was a bit more detailed...at least 8 ft tall, dark hair covering the entire body, and a large conical head that had a short neck. He didn't get a very good look at the face, but did noticed that it had a protruding jaw and forehead profile.

His description of the incident is unique in one sense, but familiar to other reports where a Bigfoot-like creature could have been associated with the sighting of a UFO...even though there was an approximate 24 hour time difference.

The witness seemed to be very truthful and didn't give me the impression that he was embellishing the sightings.

I sense that this may have been an interdimensional event...but that's just my opinion. It's a rare witness sighting indeed. Lon


Astonishing Encounters: Pennsylvania's Unknown Creatures, Casebook 3

The Sasquatch People and Their Interdimensional Connection

Silent Invasion: The Pennsylvania UFO-Bigfoot Casebook

The UFO/Bigfoot Connection: Our Past, Our Present, Our Hell


Saturday, June 24, 2017

Phantom Cat Attacks!


Matthew in New Hampshire wrote to Darkness Radio in order to describe his strange experience:

“My wife and I encountered a malevolent spirit that attacked me and left me with scratch marks on my head. Back in the early 2000s my then fiance and I rented the end unit of a four unit townhouse in the hills of Manchester, New Hampshire. Late at night we would hear thumping and banging from the second floor. We originally thought nothing of it because we owned a 13 pound Maine coon cat that loved to chase her toy mice late at night. We were later introduced to our neighbors, a single mom with two teenage boys, who fought incessantly. If our cat was asleep on her perch, any thumps or banging was naturally dismissed as the boys next door.

Things got weird once we settled in. The neighbors would not be home and our cat would be asleep high on her cat perch and we could still hear loud thumps and bangs on the second floor. We had gut feelings that something was up but never thought it was anything malevolent.

We hosted a party at our house and our friend, a known sensitive, came in to the kitchen and asked, What's with the old woman upstairs? We gave him a blank stare, not knowing what the heck he was talking about. Another friend, less sensitive, walked to the top of the stairs and refused to go any further without someone being with her.

Late one night my fiance and I were getting ready to go to bed. Without my contact lenses or glasses, my vision is not the best, I thought I had seen my cat poking her head out from the second bedroom doorway. When I knelt down and whispered if she was okay, half expecting her usual meow, the cat lunges at me, scratching my head. I fell backwards and exclaimed a profanity, That F'n cat scratched my face! My fiance, now alert to the situation, said, How's that possible, the cat is on our bed!?! Sure enough she was eagerly waiting for us to fall asleep to go hunting in the night to bring us her catch, her fake mice.

Through our own investigation, we determined there was an elderly woman who resided on the second floor and did not approve of my fiance and I living together. We sage rubbed the townhouse and moved out shortly thereafter. Lastly, my now wife and I reside in Atkinson, New Hampshire with our two beautiful children.”

Source: Darkness Radio - January 2, 2017

JLB - Beyond Creepy


NOTE: Spirits of cats or other pets is not unusual...though vicious pet spirits are not normally experienced. In my last residence there was a spirit of a cat that had a habit of jumping from the back of our sofa onto my sleeping dog. It would have been interesting to know if Matthew's attacking phantom cat was an actual spirit of a feline being directed by the vengeful old woman, or if her energy shape-shifted as a cat.

I'm not a fan of 'smudging' with sage or other herbs...especially if done by the residents without experience. It rarely removes the spirit, which will eventually resume it's activities. Incense (or essential oils), dressing & etching a white candle and affirmation is far more effective. There are other practical methods for calming and protecting people/property from disturbing spirits. Clearing the offending malevolent entity is an entirely different practice. Lon


Impossible Realities: The Science Behind Energy Healing, Telepathy, Reincarnation, Precognition, and Other Black Swan Phenomena - One of my favorite books.

Toward the Light: Rescuing Spirits, Trapped Souls, and Earthbound Ghosts - Highly recommended!

Animals in Spirit: Our faithful companions' transition to the afterlife

"I'm Home!" a Dog's Never Ending Love Story: Animals Afterlife, Pets Soul Contracts, Animal Reincarnation, Animal Communication, Animals Spirits and Pet Reincarnation



Saturday, May 27, 2017

Fleeing the Reaper


An anonymous caller from Aurora, Illinois described his weird encounter while driving to Peoria in June of 2000:

“My buddy and I were on our way to Peoria which is about an hour and a half away. No one is around. It's one of those real clear nights. Warm summer night. Happened in June. Anyway, we're going along. Nobody around us. Around 11:45 at night, if I remember right. We're driving. Going about 55 miles per hour. We're in the right hand lane. In the left hand lane appears out of its own mist, a green figure about 7 feet tall. You know what it had on? A cape! With no face. Can't tell if it's fat or skinny. And it's standing still in the left hand lane and it doesn't budge. With its arms draped out side to side. It was the Grim Reaper! It was the only thing I could think of. I used to laugh at people who would tell me about the Grim Reaper. Right when I was thinking, that was the Grim Reaper and kept it to myself, my buddy says, What was that? And I thought Grim Reaper in my mind and he said it out loud. And I looked at him with a straight face and I said, Yeah, it was. That was the summer time in June and I'll never forget it like it happened yesterday. That thing was at least seven feet tall. Never saw it again. Never want to see it again. But it was as real as you and I talking right now.”

Source: Coast to Coast - October 31, 2000

JLB - Beyond Creepy


NOTE: 'Grim Reaper' or tall hooded being sightings are interesting. I've received a few in the past...but I wonder why they never carry a scythe, like those described in horror and folklore. Is there really a dark entity that foretells death? BTW...anyone remember this next incident?:


Here's a way you can become an attention whore. Dress up like the 'Grim Reaper' and roam a cemetery, while praying (or preying) for the dead among shocked mourners:

A local cemetery in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has become the haunting grounds for a mysterious man dressed like the Grim Reaper.

The man first showed up at the San Jose del El Rosario Cemetery last month wearing a black cloak over a white dress. His face was covered and he occasionally carried a bouquet of flowers that looked as if they'd been plucked from a nearby field, KRQE TV reports.

The strange figure disappeared, only to show up again this weekend and consent to an interview with the station.

The mysterious man says his name is the "Light Wanderer" and that he comes to the cemetery to pray.

“There is a place where sleepers sleep and dreamers dream and patiently await,” he told the station, adding that people shouldn't fear him.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of except those who seek to cause harm, pain, destruction,” he said. - THP


The Bad War: The Truth NEVER Taught About World War II

The Unseen Hand: An Introduction to the Conspiratorial View of History

Solomon's Builders: Freemasons, Founding Fathers and the Secrets of Washington D.C.

Operation Gladio: The Unholy Alliance between the Vatican, the CIA, and the Mafia


Monday, May 15, 2017

Spectral 'Cat' in the Desert


DJ described a strange sighting while driving outside Las Vegas:

“I have a story that happened to me while I was driving along one of the really dark highways in Nevada. I was leaving Vegas to go camping for a few days. It was around 1:00 AM and I was driving down state highway 159 just past Red Rock Canyon, the really beautiful mountainous terrain just outside Nevada. At 1:00 AM there's really nobody else on the road. I happened to be driving down it because I was trying to make up time to make it to my campsite that morning as I had spent a bit too much time in Vegas at some of the shows if you catch my drift.

Now you also have to realize that there are no streetlights. No light other than the moon and your headlights. That's it. And there are wild horses in the area. Now I was doing under or around 60 mph trying to make up time. As I'm driving, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, on the passenger side. It's a two lane road so there's no way another car would be driving beside me. I glance over and I see a black figure like some kind of giant cat but only all black. No fur. Just like a giant black shadow as tall as my car, running alongside the car. As I glance, I get this overwhelming feeling of fear and dread and something in my head keeps telling me, if you keep looking at it, it's going to look back and attack you. So, I quickly look straight forward and go a bit faster and even at 70 mph it kept up with me for several seconds before it simply vanished.

My friends all told me that maybe I was looking at the car's shadow. Now car's shadows don't have running motion like a giant animal and I'm not aware of any animal that can run that fast either. I believe it was some kind of spectral cat, personally. I spoke with a friend who lives in Vegas and he told me people see all kinds of things in more preserved areas of Nevada. Native Americans who live in the area say such things are shape shifting creatures, skin-walkers, and the overwhelming feeling of dread I felt was a sure sign. And if I stopped the car or kept looking at it, the thing would probably have tried to knock the car off the road and get to me.”

Source: Darkness Radio - December 25, 2016

JLB - Beyond Creepy



Shapeshifters: Morphing Monsters & Changing Cryptids

Animal Spirit Guides: An Easy-to-Use Handbook for Identifying and Understanding Your Power Animals and Animal Spirit Helpers

Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of Animals

Spirits of the Earth: A Guide to Native American Nature Symbols, Stories, and Ceremonies


Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Gray Man Before The Storm


Historical ghost stories abound in South Carolina, but one of the oldest and most famous is the story of the Gray Man of Pawleys Island, a coastal community in Georgetown County. Several versions of this story exist, but all say the apparition appears before major storms to warn the island’s inhabitants of approaching danger.

In a 2016 video titled “I SAW A GHOST! - Story Time (Paranormal Experience)” Youtuber Clifton McDaniel shared his account:


“This was something that happened to me when I was 12 or 13 years old. Believe it if you want but this is my experience, so here you go. So my family likes to vacation in Pawley's Island, South Carolina. It's a little town slightly south of Myrtle Beach. We usually stayed at the campground at a place called Huntington Beach State Park. I still tend to go to it a lot. It's a really cool, relaxing beach environment. One of the things we liked to do as a family is go walking on the beach pretty late at night around 11 or midnight. I remember the moon was really bright that night. The beach was pretty well lit. And as we were walking back, I remember looking out at the ocean, like right at the shore, and I saw a man with a straw hat on. He was maybe ankle deep in the water. He was just kinda looking out into the water. It was just mainly a silhouette. It was dark and the moon was kind of back-lighting him or whatever and I remember he looked in our direction and kind of put his hand up, it wasn't like a full wave, but it was an acknowledgement that he saw us there. Me being my socially awkward self, I kind of gave him a little half wave back and looked away to my parents. But then I looked back and it almost seemed like he was fading away. I know it sounds cliche or whatever but it was like my eyes had the burned-in image of him standing there and when I looked back he just kind of dissipated. Of course me being interested in 'Ghost Hunters' and 'Ghost Whisperer' and stuff like that, I was like, Oh my god, did I just see a ghost?

So, after that, we headed back to the campsite and just went to bed for the night. I remember it was really, really stormy and the wind was crazy and stuff. We were in an RV and the wind was really crazy against it. I could hear terrible rain; lightning, thunder and, you know, the whole shebang. The next morning when we woke up and went outside to the campground. It was like a disaster zone. There were chairs, beach towels; awnings of the campers were like completely torn off, or halfway off, the camper. It was pretty bad. What was weird was we had a clothesline that was hooked to the back of our camper to a tree right behind it and our clothes were still on the clothesline and all of our camp chairs were still there, all of our towels were still where we left them. Nothing had been touched at all and it was really weird. I remember at the time thinking, Wow, this is really weird. We just got lucky or, I don't know.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later my aunt came to visit and she brought a book of local ghost stories and I hadn't really looked into too much local lore so I thought that was pretty cool. My dad brought up the fact that I saw this ghost on Pawley's Island and I remember her eyes got really wide and I wasn't really sure why. I thought maybe she was acting along, like, Oh, you know, ghosts or whatever, but then she said, 'Have you heard of the Grey Man?' And both my dad and I were like, 'No, never heard of it.' So she grabbed the book and opened it up to a chapter and there it was called The Grey Man of Pawley's Island. She started asking me a series of questions like, What was he wearing? I said that I remember he had like a large hat on and like an overcoat or some kind of big jacket. Then the thing that really sent chills down my spine was she said, 'Was there any kind of storm afterwards?' And I was like, 'Whoa!' And she started saying, 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!' I didn't know what was going on.

Part of the legend is, and I kid you not, I read it in the book and I’ve seen it on the web all over. The legend is the spirit often shows up before a storm or a hurricane to warn you that if you are on the water to get out of the water or if you are on land, to evacuate the area. Part of the legend says if you see him, he will offer protection for you and your property during the storm. Of course I had never heard this story before so seeing it in the book at the time. I was seriously freaked out. I'm really skeptical about a lot of the things I see now but I have absolutely no explanation for this having never heard this story before and so many elements of it lining up so perfectly. I'm not gonna try to explain it and say it was definitely a ghost but this definitely makes me believe that there is something else out there.

Source: Youtuber Clifton McDaniel from a video titled “I SAW A GHOST! - Story Time (Paranormal Experience)” published on 18 Oct 2016

JLB - Beyond Creepy


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The Gray Man of Pawleys Island

Here are a few other accounts I've found over the years:

The oldest version begins with a young woman from Colonial Charleston, the daughter of a prominent family. She had many suitors, but would not choose among them because she was in love with her wild and reckless cousin. Both sets of parents objected to the match and discouraged it by sending the young man to Europe. News soon arrived from France of his death in a duel. Brokenhearted, the young woman went into mourning, refusing to see suitors or other callers.

A year later, a young wealthy rice planter from the Waccamaw area visited the family. A recent widower, he fell in love at first sight with the still grief-stricken girl and sought her father’s permission to court her. The father agreed, but told the young man the sad story of her previous romance. Eventually, the young planter won her hand and the couple married. The newlyweds wintered on a large estate on Waccamaw Neck and summered on Pawleys Island.

During the Revolution the planter served as a captain under Francis Marion. While away fighting the British in the summer of 1778, his family moved to the summer home on Pawleys Island. One evening, a violent storm foundered a ship off shore. The slaves saw one survivor stumble out of the surf. The slaves told him their master was away, but that the mistress would provide him with shelter until the end of the storm. They took him to the summer house and gave the stranger food and dry clothes. When the mistress of the house came to greet him, she fainted. The mysterious stranger cried out and ran from the house, disappearing into the storm. He was her lost love thought dead many years before. It was later learned he died of yellow fever and exposure while trying to find his way south to Charleston. It is said he still haunts the island in the vicinity of this old house, a shadowy "Gray Man" warning islanders of storms and the perils they bring.

Often, investigation into documented history reveals discrepancies that can cast doubt on the accuracy of legends like that of the Gray Man. The discrepancy here lies in the date of settlement on Pawleys Island. Recent historical research indicates the island resort is of a more recent vintage than the one described in the story. During the 18th and early 19th centuries, the term "seashore" described the eastern edge of the mainland. The summer residences of the rice planters tended to be along this eastern edge of the mainland or on North Island near the mouth of Winyah Bay. Historical records, including maps and plats, do not document any settlements or homes on Pawleys Island before 1822. The "Pawley or Allston House", which is of construction of the late 18th or 19th century, does not appear on any plats of Pawleys Island until after 1858. It is speculated that the house was built and used on the mainland and moved to the island via a causeway built in 1845. - Pawleys Island (A Lowcountry Tale)

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Pawleys Island sits along the coast and is home to small cottage homes, inns, and one very famous spirit. The story is always the same - the Gray Man warns residents to flee the island from an impending hurricane.

The legend tells a tragic love story. A young man returning from a long absence was eager to see his fiancee. He rode on horseback from Georgetown, SC to Pawleys Island. The young man was so eager to see his beloved young girl that he decided not to follow the road, but take a short-cut across the marsh. In this untraveled marsh the young man’s horse fell in quicksand, both horse and rider were killed. The young girl was devastated and began to forlornly walk the beach, mourning her lover. One windy summer day, she saw a man dressed all in gray approach her and recognized him as her dead fiance. He told her to get off the island immediately because there was danger. Without another word, he vanished. The young woman told her parents what she had seen and they fled to the mainland. That night the hurricane came ashore destroying nearly every home on the island. The home of the young woman was left somehow untouched by the storm as though it had been protected by an unseen force.

The first recorded sighting of the Gray Man is from the hurricane of 1822 that hit Charleston and caused over 300 deaths on the outlying islands.

In 1893 the Gray Man appeared to the Lachicotte family. He was silent, but his meaning was clear. The family fled the island and survived the storm. This hurricane, called the Sea Islands Hurricane, killed an estimated 1,500 people and Lachicotte’s surely would have been part of that tragic number.

October 1954 found Bill Collins and his new bride honeymooning on the island. Around 5 AM Bill heard a knock at their door. Too early to be anything unimportant, Bill answered the door. Before him stood a man in rumpled gray clothing and a gray hat which hid his features. He said that the Red Cross had sent him to tell them to leave because a big storm was coming. Bill could smell salty brine on the man’s clothing and heard the urgency in his voice. Suddenly the man in gray disappeared leaving Bill stunned and shaken. Bill and his new wife left the island and Hurricane Hazel struck soon after as a Category 4 storm. Hazel eventually killed 95 people and destroyed 15,000 homes.

September 19, 1989 residents of Pawleys Island, Clara and Jack Moore were walking along the beach. They saw a man dressed all in gray suddenly appear among the dunes. He approached them, then vanished. This was warning enough for Clara. She and Jack packed bags and fled inland. Two days later Hurricane Hugo struck the coast as a Category 4 storm killing 76 people along its path and causing $10 Billion in damage.

Often when the Gray Man is seen the homes of his audience will be left completely untouched by the storm while the neighboring homes are decimated. Is the Gray Man somehow protecting these homes? If his warnings were not heeded, would the homes and residents truly be destroyed? For people who have seen the Gray Man it is without question - he came to warn them and if they hadn’t listened their lives would’ve been taken by the storm. - excerpt from hauntedlowcountry.com

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One version of the story is that a plantation owner's daughter was spending the summer on the island, and awaiting the arrival of her fiancé. He returned safely, but, when he was taking a shortcut, his horse fell into quicksand. They both died. She was devastated and began to walk the beach. One wind-filled day, she saw a man in grey approach her and recognized him as her dead fiancé. She ran to him, but before she could reach him, the ocean swept him away.

When her father learned about this, he took her to a hospital in Charleston. She was found to be sane. The next day, a hurricane hit the island, leaving death and destruction in its path.

Another version is that when she saw him, he told her to get off of the island immediately because there was danger. Then, he vanished. When she told her parents, they left the island the following morning. She was a sensible woman and did not have flights of imagination. That night, the hurricane hit. While most of the island's homes were destroyed, theirs was untouched.

Another version is that he is the ghost of Plowden Charles Jeannerette Weston, the original owner of the house on the island, the Pelican Inn. He was born in 1819 and schooled in England where the family moved temporarily so he could have a decent education. After the rest of the family returned to the island, Plowden stayed in England to attend Cambridge. He fell in love with Emily Frances Esdaile, one of his close friend's sisters.

Mr. Weston was staunchly anti-British and disdained royalty. Emily's father was a baronet. Plowden was afraid that his father would not approve of the marriage, so he sailed to Georgetown to tell him about the marriage plans. His father agreed to the marriage. Emily's father gave the couple a dowry of 7,000 pounds. Plowden's father gave them a dowry of 70,000 pounds and houses in London and Geneva.

The couple married in 1847. They lived at Hagley Plantation, another gift from Plowden's father. Off of the shore was Pawleys Island and the couple made plans to build a summer home there. This was when Pelican Inn was built. They built a chapel on the land that could seat two hundred slaves.

Plowden had Southern sympathies and when the Civil War began, he was company commander of the Georgetown Rifle Guard, Company A, Tenth Regiment. The couple entertained the men in his regiment and their ladies at the Pelican Inn. He developed tuberculosis and died shortly before the war ended. - The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits

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In 1849 Dr. Allard Flagg moved into his new home, The Hermitage, on Murrells Inlet, South Carolina. He soon invited his widowed mother and 16-year-old sister, Alice, to live with him. Alice Flagg was a beautiful young girl with long, thick auburn hair and bright brown eyes. Dr. Allard Flagg and Alice’s other brother, Dr. Arthur were affluent doctors courting sisters of perhaps the most wealthy and upper-class family in the lowcountry.

While on a shopping trip in town Alice met a young lumberman and over the next few months they fell deeply in love. The young man came to call on Miss Alice at The Hermitage one day but was met by Dr. Flagg in the garden. After speaking with the man for some time Dr. Flagg realized the man’s low station and qualities and sent him away before he could speak with Alice.

Outraged by her brother’s treatment of her beau, Alice agreed to meet the man in secret and they soon became engaged. When Dr. Flagg saw the plain gold band on Alice’s finger he demanded Alice return it and forget about the young man. He wished her to find a young suitor who was of their social stature. Alice agreed to return the ring but instead hung it on a ribbon and secreted it around her neck beneath her dress.

To help Alice forget her young man Dr. Flagg sent Alice away to boarding school in Charleston. Alice had loved Murrells Inlet and disliked everything about the elite, highborn society of Charleston. She refused to forget her love but reluctantly accepted her new surroundings, although never removed the young man’s ring hanging beneath her dress.

Late one night Alice fell seriously ill. The physician concluded that she had contracted malaria and instructed the school to contact her family immediately. Dr. Flagg sped to Charleston in his carriage but found Alice in a delirious state. Despite the night being stormy, he packed her things and laid her in his carriage for the journey back to The Hermitage.

When the girl was lifted from the carriage Dr. Flagg found that she was much worse. She drifted in and out of consciousness all night long, often clutching at her chest where she knew her young man’s ring still hung. By morning Alice could not fight the illness and she fell silent and died. Her body was dressed in her favorite long white dress, but when Dr. Flagg discovered the ring her removed the ribbon and threw it out onto the marsh. Alice was buried at All Saints Cemetery near Pawley’s Island. A plain marble slab covers her grave. The engraving on the stone consists of only one word - Alice.

Although more than 150 years have passed, the ghost of Alice Flagg is still occasionally seen in her lovely white dress coming in and out of the front door of The Hermitage and walking the cemetery at All Saints Cemetery. Whether she’s seen at the house or the cemetery she’s always clutching one hand to her chest, hoping her ring will be returned.

The report of the ghost of this young girl walking the salt marsh graveyard searching for her ring brings many romantics to this site. Vistors often bring flowers and small tokens of remembrance in hope of contacting Alice and calming her heart-sick soul. - excerpts from coastalguide.com

Ghosts of the Carolina Coasts

Haunted South Carolina: Ghosts and Strange Phenomena of the Palmetto State (Haunted Series)

Tales from Brookgreen: Gardens, Folklore, Ghost Stories, and Gullah Folktales in the South Carolina Lowcountry

South Carolina Ghost Tales



Sunday, April 2, 2017

Ghostly Knocks & Cat Phantoms


In a video posted on February 23, 2017, titled MY GHOST STORIES, Kat Rose, who goes by the name Kat on her Youtube channel KatsWonderland, described the various strange things that happened at her parent's farmhouse in northeastern Washington State between 2002 and 2007:

“I would say that the bulk of my paranormal experiences all occurred at my childhood home. The house I grew up in where my parent's still live to this day is over a hundred years old so already it's laying out the ground for there to be some residual things. It's old. It's been there a long time. That foundation, it's the same one that was there over a hundred years ago. I would say that the more intense activity started happening when I was around 12 or 13 and there was kind of, I guess, like an episode, a season in time, where we would hear knocking at our door and I know that sounds like the classic thing. There was always three rhythmic knocks on our front door. It kinda just seemed like a joke at that point in time. It seemed like somebody, some kids, were running up to our door and they're trying to scare us, you know, 'knock knock knock,' and they're running for it. That went on for probably a few weeks. I cannot count how many times I went to answer the door thinking it was gonna be the mailman and, you know, UPS, or something, and there was nobody there. And it just got increasingly eerie as time went on because we could never find any trace of anything having happened. I remember one day when it all kind of climaxed.

My sister and I were home alone and my mom was out running errands or something like that. I think we were watching TV in the living room which is right near our front door and we heard three knocks. We were not in the habit of opening for someone that we didn't know when we were home alone. Just because we were home alone but we did go and look out the window and, of course, nothing was there so already we were like, 'Ugh, it's happening again.' Obviously neither one of us was very excited about that but it happened and it seemed like there was nothing else to do. So we went and sat down and no sooner had we sat down that we heard the door, the three knocks, again. We kinda hurried over to see, like, we're gonna catch somebody this time because we were right near it. Then we heard three knocks on our back door. Now our back door is not just like around the corner, it's clear on the other side of our house and we lived in a pretty large old farmhouse. So, at that point, we're thinking, there is no way that this is just one person who just knocked and then booked it around to the other side of the house and knocked there and so we both ran to the back door and, of course, there was nothing there.

So we're standing there by the back door kinda looking around, trying to figure out what it could be, and it happens at the front door. So this time my sister runs into the other room to look out the window by the front door and I stayed by the back door and, of course, she doesn't see anything. So she starts to come into the kitchen which is kind of near the back door where I was. She's telling me, Like, there's no one there, I don't know what is going on. And, I had my back to the door, so I didn't see, I couldn't see out the window, at that point, and, while I was standing, not but two feet away from the door with my back to it, there’s three knocks and it scared the living daylights out of me because the back door has a window on it. So I, you know, looked around really quickly to see if I could see anything. Nothing there. Like no trace of anybody. So that was kind of the terrifying moment in time when we realized that this was not someone playing a trick. This can't be. You know, this cannot be explained. My sister was not directly facing the door but she could have seen in her peripheral but I think she would have had an actual person come up on the step and was knocking on the door. You know, I feel like it would have caught her eye and it didn't. Nothing like that happened. So that was really scary. The crazy thing was, after that day, with all the crazy knocking on the doors, it never happened again. Not once. Still to this day, I can't explain it and I don't really know what was going on there.

So the next series of unfortunate events. This one is not that scary to me. It's very fascinating. I want to say that I was 14 or 15 when this all kind of started accumulating. I don't remember distinctively the first time it happened because, again, like with the door, it started out rarely happening, you know, it was very sporadic and when it did, it seemed easy enough to try and rationalize it. I remember that we had cats that lived indoors with us. And there were several days, I think several days in a row, where I would be laying in my bed and it would be like early morning, like probably around 5:00 AM, and for whatever reason, I was awake and all of a sudden, just like out of nowhere, I would feel like this impact at the foot of my bed. You know, just like one single solid thump basically. And what it would feel like is when one of my cats would come into my room in the morning sometimes and jump up on the foot of my bed. You know, to come say 'Hi' to me or whatever. So that's what I thought it was and so I would look down to the foot of my bed, totally expecting to see one of our cats, and there was nothing there. And then I remember there was one night where I decided to close my door. I'm still trying to convince myself that it was one of our cats so I closed my bedroom door.

Throughout the night this was happening. And then it happened two separate times in a row in the morning when I was laying in bed awake. The first time it was probably around 6:30 AM or something and it just threw me majorly because I knew that I was awake. Not fifteen minutes after the first one, it happened again. And so, at that point in time, I'm thinking this just doesn't seem normal. It's weird. I had started to believe in the possibility of paranormal activity but I didn't understand what kind of paranormal activity that could be. Later that same day, I was talking to my older sister whose room is next to mine, or was next to mine, and I was explaining to her the story and she turns so pale and she says, 'Okay, I'm not kidding, the exact same thing has been happening to me.' I remember just being so freaked out at that point in time because, like, I'm not the only one experiencing these weird, abnormal disturbances. So it would happen really consistently like that and then it would go for a few weeks with nothing. And over time it just kind of fizzled out. It just sorta stopped. And my opinion, at this point, was that maybe we had a ghost cat and I know that sounds a little crazy and to some people that might seem ridiculous but if people's spirits can stay around why couldn't animal's spirits?”

Source: Quoting Kat Rose / KatsWonderland from the Youtube video MY GHOST STORIES

JLB - Beyond Creepy


NOTE: as far as paranormal activity in an old farmhouse, the phenomenon experienced by Kat Rose is fairly benign...though, to a child, it had to be scary. Trickster entities, especially those that have a habit of knocking, usually indicates an Earthbound energy seeking attention. Cat and dog spirits can be uncomfortable. My female Dalmatian / Beagle 'Angel' was pestered by a cat spirit when she was still alive. She'd lay down on the couch sleeping, when the cat spirit would literally jump on her. Needless to say, Angel was a very nervous dog because of these incidents. Lon

Animal-Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great & Small

Animals in Spirit: Our faithful companions' transition to the afterlife

"I'm Home!" a Dog's Never Ending Love Story: Animals Afterlife, Pets Soul Contracts, Animal Reincarnation, Animal Communication, Animals Spirits and Pet Reincarnation

The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Perceptive Patriots


I believe the time has come for a group of perceptive patriots combine their collective consciousness & extrasensory gifts in order to help pave the way for nonpartisan inquiry into the Trump campaign & administration by the criminal investigative factions within the United States government.

It has become apparent that some members of the GOP and right-wing media are undertaking an obvious effort of providing political cover for President Donald Trump and producing spurious information in the attempt to deflect attention from possible acts of treason and criminal sedition by elements associated with the Trump campaign & administration.

This group of perceptive patriots should include socially liberal & like-minded members who possess psychic, omnipresence, remote sensing and mystic abilities.

A 'little push' or influence in the right direction may go a long way towards obtaining the truth & prosecuting those responsible. Your thoughts are encouraged.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Mammi Jane


Most grandmothers want to be remembered by their families. If that means that they come back in the afterlife to check up on their loved ones, then so be it. But maybe there are other reasons for their haunting activity. This local account was told to me several years ago:

One Fall night many years ago, Hennie Becker, of Hunterstown, Pennsylvania, curled up in bed with a new book. At about ten o’clock she happened to glance up from the pages. Her grandmother was standing beside the bed. There would have been nothing odd about that, except that Mammi Jane had been dead for several years and was buried at the family homestead in Lancaster Co. But still, Hennie recognized her immediately even though the apparition was that of a younger woman dressed in a plain frock and a white 'prayer cap.' A feeling of warmth and love filled the room as the ghost smiled down at Hennie and nodded. Hennie called out to her husband, but the ghost vanished before he came into the bedroom. He contended that she had been dreaming. She insisted she had not. Suddenly all the window shades in the room snapped up at once. "Well, that's Mammi Jane", her husband said with a chuckle, remembering that his wife’s grandmother had been a bit playful, and not as reverent as most Mennonite grandmothers. Perhaps Hennie had not been dreaming.

Hennie believed her grandmother materialized at that moment to see her first great-grandson, Hennie’s baby, who had been born recently. She herself had cared for Hennie as an infant and Mammi Jane remained close to Hennie and her family over the years. Mammi Jane’s ghost returned again several years later when the Beckers moved to Mt. Holly Springs. Pat had lovingly transformed a small room into a family memento space, with old folk art, photographs, books and her ancestors’ antiques.

One day Hennie found a frame with a photo of Mammi Jane and another photo of her husband's grandparents laying face down on the floor. The glass was not broken; the hanger was still attached to the plaster wall. Hennie placed the framed photos back on the wall, but several days later found it again face down on the floor. This time the hook had come out of the wall. She found a sturdier hanger and put the picture back up. But the picture and its hanger continued to fall. Sometimes it was on the floor early in the morning; at other times, Hennie found it there after coming home later in the day. Hennie’s husband thought the picture either fell because of some vibrations or that the family cat knocked it down. Yet that picture was the only one of the many wall hangings disturbed. One of the Becker sons had his own opinion. He suggested to his mother that Mammi Jane had come back because she didn’t like being in the same frame as his father's grandparents! For a time the family joked about the suggestion.

When Hennie's parents came to visit, she told them about the falling frame. Her mother offered another explanation. In her later years, perhaps due to dementia, Mammi Jane was determined to destroy all photographs of herself. She had thrown away every photograph that she could find, and even cut her own image out of all the group pictures in the family albums. Hennie had never known about that. Hennie had no idea whether Mammi Jane really was continuing her crusade to erase photographic proof of her existence even after death. Perhaps she was and perhaps she eventually gave up. Mammi Jane was not heard from again.

Beyond the Seventh Gate: Exploring Toad Road, The Seven Gates of Hell, and Other Strangeness in York, Lancaster, and Adams Counties

Haunted Pennsylvania: Ghosts and Strange Phenomena of the Keystone State (Haunted Series)

Ghosthunting Pennsylvania (America's Haunted Road Trip)

Haunted Lancaster County, Pennsylvania : Ghosts and Other Strange Occurrences

Route 30: Pennsylvania's Haunted Highway


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

'IT' Stood in the Confessional


M Uebershall wrote in to tell her story of encountering a weird entity in a church:

NOTE: This comment was made in reference to an entity with a 'camel-like head'

“Yep! Head of a camel. Sort of... I thought more of a sheep, but one could say camel. Seen that. Long ago. It was in a small town in Germany where I lived with my granddad and grandmother. I don't think I was going school at the time but still old enough to remember. Must have been 1973/74, I reckon.

There were two (still have now) churches, both Roman Catholic. The one on the main road used to be unlocked during daytime. My Nan went in (no other people in at that time) to say a prayer or to light a candle or both. I asked whether I could have a wander around to look at the wall paintings and figures of Saints in detail (that were everywhere). As long as I wouldn't "run" or make noise she said I could look around. So I did for maybe 5 to 10 min.

My Nan was now chatting to a lady in a corner close to the altar. I was down the other end. On one side were all the confessionals. All empty of course at the time (or so I thought). Being a nosy little devil, I had to peep through one of the windows of each one...maybe 3 or 5 of these were there. Just before the last one, I peep in and there IT stood at the place where usually the "confessor" would be seated. It kind of looked up at me... it looked dark, it wore a suit or something. I turned and ran. I was scolded for running (sh*tting myself I did, really scared). I told Nan to look into each confessional on way out. She did. She told me to look too to make me see there is nothing unusual. I looked. The "one" was empty too. But I could see the empty little bench in there (but IT stood. It never sat on anything). Clearly I could see the grey velvet seat cushion and on the cushion was a small book, like a prayer book. No book in the other alcoves. Of course, I didn't sleep for the entire week as we lived right next to the other Roman Catholic church. Still puzzled. To this day, I know I had seen something."

Source: Youtube comments

JLB - Beyond Creepy


NOTE: Was it a child's imagination...or an actually entity? Lon

Hungry Souls: Supernatural Visits, Messages, and Warnings from Purgatory

Holy Ghosts: Or, How a (Not So) Good Catholic Boy Became a Believer in Things That Go Bump in the Night

The Encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology

Manual for Spiritual Warfare

The Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned