Thursday, May 29, 2014

My Heart Sails With You

In March 2011, I received this interesting narrative. The writer wanted to remain completely anonymous and feared that her and her husband may have started something that they cannot finish:

Hello – my husband and I had an experience that we just cannot explain. An associate at work suggested I write you so that you (or your readers) may be able to help us comprehend what has happened and if we are in any peril.

Last Autumn, my husband and I took a 7-day cruise vacation that left from Port Canaveral, Florida with ports of call in the eastern Caribbean. We really needed a break because of work stress and the constant activity endured by us helping to plan our daughter’s wedding. The cruise was going along nicely and as anticipated.

The final port of call was in Philipsburg, St. Maarten. I was looking forward to this destination since my sister had visited there previously. We has arranged for a catamaran sail as part of our day-long stop at port. After walking around the town for a few hours we reached the tour company that provided the catamaran ride to a small island a few miles from Philipsburg. It was a delightful excursion to and from the island with food and drink as well as pleasant interaction with the crew. But there was one aspect of this small trip that needs to be emphasized.

My husband and I took a walk on the beach of the small island (I forget the name of the island) and, after a while, decided to take a breather on a small outcrop of rocks. We sat and talked about dinner that evening and hoped we’d be able to be seated at a nice local restaurant since we had not made reservations. As we talked, my husband noticed something between several of the rocks. He reach down a pulled up a large ring that looked very old and seemed to be made of gold. We examined it and noticed that the design on the face was that of a bird and what looked like a lightning bolt. There was an inscription inside the band that read ‘Mon coeur voiles avec vous - Manon – 1723’ (Translates: My heart sails with you – Manon – 1723). I can speak French so I was able to translate the inscription.

My husband, who is a high school history teacher, speculated that it may have belonged to a French privateer at one time. He said that he’d wait and have it looked at when we returned home to Chicago. He placed it in his pocket and we continued with our day. We spent the late evening in our cabin relaxing on our cabin balcony and conversing about our trip.

The next morning, there was a knock on our cabin door. I looked at the clock - it was 7:15 am. My husband got up and answered the door. He was talking with our cabin steward whose voice I recognized. We invited him inside – he was quite distressed. He explained that the couple in the cabin beside ours had a terrible experience the previous evening and that they insisted we were responsible. We were very surprised by this information because we had never met this couple. The cabin steward explained that the couple did not want to cause trouble but they insisted that they talk to us. We agreed to meet them.

About an hour later, after we showered and had some breakfast, we walked next door to the couples’ cabin – the cabin steward accompanied us. A young woman answered the door, introduced herself to us and asked that we sit down. She was very nervous. I asked if anyone else would be talking with us. She explained that her companion was very wary of us and wanted to avoid our presence. My husband and I looked at each other in amazement. What had we done to incite fear in this couple?

A few seconds later, my husband motioned for me to look at the dresser. I turned and looked. The ring we had found the previous day was on the dresser. My husband turned to the young woman and asked “does that ring belong to you?” She started to cry, then she shouted “take it back and leave!” My husband stood up and said ‘wait one second’ as he turned towards the door and walked out. I knew where he was going – he was looking for the ring in our cabin. I looked at the young woman and said “look, what is going on here?” She did not answer.

The cabin steward suspected what was happening and said "if this is a theft, I need to report it.” I asked him to wait until my husband returned. Soon after, my husband walked backed into the cabin and said “it’s gone.” The young woman looked up and said, “yeah, we took it last night.” After assuring her that we would not report or prosecute the theft, she calmed down and explained what happened.

The young woman stated that the previous evening her and her companion were walking back to their cabin when then noticed my husband and I were getting ready to enter our cabin. My husband had reached into his pocket to retrieve the keycard and when he did, the ring somehow came out and fell to the floor. Neither one of us had noticed it but the couple both saw it hit the floor and bounce over to the opposite wall. After we had entered our cabin the couple picked up the ring and decided that it was now theirs.

As she continued to describe what had happened, she become more emotional as tears rolled down her face. She explained that after they had gone to sleep, the cabin lit up as bright as the morning sun – so bright that it woke both of them. Then they noticed deep horrific growling sounds coming from across the cabin near the sofa. As they watched, a woman in a billowy pink dress began to manifest before them. They were totally terrified and unable to speak or move. The apparition moved towards them and hovered above the bed. As its bright yellow eyes gazed upon them a voice rang out ‘Donner mon Seigneur son anneau!’ and again ‘Donner mon Seigneur son anneau !’ (Translated: Give my Lord his ring). The spectre continued to speak the same words until it finally faded away and the room turned dark.

“Now, take the ring and leave. I beg you not to report this.” I looked at the cabin steward. He was in shock - holding a rosary and praying under his breath. My husband said “Let’s go.” He grabbed the ring and we walked back to our cabin.

We talked about the ring and what we would do with it. We contemplated throwing it into the ocean. Then we wondered if there was historical value and if to donate it to a museum or university. That was five months ago and we still possess the ring. My husband said that he would like to have it researched but has yet done nothing. The ring is in a safety deposit box and it will remain there – just in case some of the young woman’s story was true.

NOTE: I have not been able to contact the writer since receiving a follow-up correspondence. Lon

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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Screams From The Well

I received the following account in 2009 from a reader in Malaysia:

Sir - This could easily be a Halloween movie but the murder of a woman, eerie screams, and the discovery of skeletal remains in a well are not spooking moviegoers in cinemas but the residents in my village of Kampung, Malaysia.

All was well in the village until Oct 6, 2009 when a woman was found murdered in her house; her 22-year-old son who is the prime suspect had allegedly put her body in a traveling bag and left it under the kitchen sink.

That was enough to put the village residents in a state of heebie-jeebies. Their anxiety deepened when the suspect led the police to the skeletal remains of a woman in a well. Since then, several residents have claimed that they are hearing eerie screams.

My neighbor Rokiah said she had been living in the area for 30 years but the noises only started after the skeletal remains were discovered in the well. "At about 3am on Friday, I, too, heard screams,” she said, adding that she immediately recited prayers. Rokiah said the screaming continued for several minutes and then died off.

Of the woman who had been murdered, Rokiah refuted media reports that she was deaf and mute, saying they had spoken to each other msny time.

Another woman who lives near the well (Salmah) said the eerie noise came from the well. “My house is near the well where the skeletal remains were found and the first time I heard the voice was the next evening. I was terrified and told my husband but he dismissed it." She planned to talk to her husband about moving out of the area.

Rokiah’s grandson Nasrul who works in a petrol station, said the suspect hardly spoke to his neighbors. Nasrul said he had only seen the son raising his voice after he had become drunk.

The police were still trying to identify the skeleton remains in the well. It was said all they knew was that the remains were those of a woman aged between 20 and 30 years. The police were investigating whether the woman was either a family member or the suspect’s lover.

I thought you'd be interested in this story. RR

NOTE: I made an inquiry recently. It seems people continue to hear screams from the well. The skeleton has never be identified. Lon

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Monday, May 19, 2014

Tick Bite Prevention

New Tick-Borne Disease

A rare viral infection has emerged in the central U.S. The virus causes fever, a drop in the blood’s infection-fighting white cells and a reduction in the blood’s clot-making platelets.

The virus is called Heartland disease — its name honors the Heartland Regional Medical Center in St. Joseph, Mo., where the first men infected with the virus were treated. The disease was first noticed in June 2009, when two Missouri farmers came to the hospital with severe flu-like symptoms.

Some early cases were reported by Digital Journal earlier in the year. New reports indicated that cases have risen, and there have now been eight confirmed cases.

The virus causes headaches, nausea, high fevers, diarrhea and gut-distress. Blood tests indicate low white-blood-cell counts. The disease appears to be spread by ticks. Through field studies conducted in 2012, researchers identified Lone Star ticks as the way by which the virus was spread, with evidence pointing to their larval blood meal as the time of infection. - DigitalJournal


I recently received the following email from a reader in reference to prevention of Deer Ticks (Lyme Disease):

I thought that I'd pass this along, as the wooded areas that we frequent contain Deer Ticks. I personally like to treat my clothes with Sawyers Permethrin. Seems to work very well. This is not to be used on your skin however. Just clothing. I've been told that this 'homemade' treatment (below) works effectively on skin and hair, although I've not tried it yet.

"In a spray bottle, mix 2 cups of distilled white vinegar and 1 cup of water. To make a scented solution so you do not smell like bitter vinegar all day, add 20 drops of your favorite essential oil or bath oil. Eucalyptus oil is a calm, soothing scent that also works as a tick repellent, while peppermint and citrus oils give off a strong crisp scent that also repel ticks. After mixing the solution, spray onto clothing, skin, and hair before going outdoors. Reapply every four hours to keep ticks at bay."

Be safe.


Friday, May 16, 2014

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Scotland's Fernie Castle Hotel....Heed 'The Green Lady'

You would expect it to be shrouded with a tree or two, or hidden by ivy crawling up the walls. At the very least, you would expect it to be dark, gloomy and grey. However, it is not. And as you drive up the winding trail you can’t help but be a little disappointed. The green shrubbery is pleasant and draws your eyes to the imposing, but not really frightening, stark white structure that is Fernie Castle Hotel, near Cupar in Fife.

It doesn’t look at all haunted. In fact, it looks positively welcoming - and yet, the hotel ghost is well known in these parts.

The reception has plush, comfy sofas decked out in Latin writing and gilded mirrors above the open fireplace. But there is something in the air that says "This place has a history." An eerie chill breezes past every so often. You get the feeling that Fernie Castle has something to tell.

Manager Neil Blackburn isn't the least bit perturbed by the fact he works in haunted hotel. But then, he's used to it - prior to this job he worked at Dryburgh Abbey Hotel, where a Grey Lady was a well-documented visitor. This time, it's a Green Lady who sometimes crosses his path.

"If there is anything it will stay out of the way," he says. "I do believe. I just haven't seen anything as yet…but I know one day I'll bang into a ghost!"

The castle is in the parish of Monimail and was built in the late 1530s, although its foundations date back even further to at least the 11th century.

"The original castle contained a stone-vaulted keep area, a first floor which contained living and dining areas and The Great Hall, and various other rooms above that," says Neil, signalling to the stone keep which is now the bar. "The Victorian extension was added later, but when I don’t know."

There is a similar lack of evidence when it comes to the Lady in Green. No one knows who she was or why she chose Fernie as her haunting ground.

Neil says: "The Lady in Green was reputed to have been fleeing with her lover and was hidden on the third floor." Why? "Not sure, perhaps her father was storming the castle. She panicked and from three floors up, she fell to her death. Apparently she haunts the West Tower and sometimes appears in guests’ bedrooms with a sad expression.

"The last sighting of the Lady in Green was nearly two years ago, although recent guests have reported 'feelings' on the west side of the building - one boy accused his mother of poking him in the back when she wasn’t.

"What I’d really like to do is to start searching previous plans and historical documents and find out the history."


The History of Fernie Castle

The ancient Castle of Fernie was first recorded in 1353 when it belonged to the Earl of Fife - Duncan the 13th. the family of Fernie held the lands as early as the 15th century - Walter Fernie being dead before 1496. In 1527 Andrew Fernie obtained a charter erecting Fernie into a free barony and he conferred the life-rent on his wife, Barbara Logane. Their son succeeded in 1551 and he sold it to William Fernie of Foxtoun 1582.

Sir Michael Balfour of Balfour or Burleigh, died in 1619, leaving an only daughter, Margaret, who married Robert Arnot, younger of Newton. He assumed the name of Balfour, and sat in Parliament as second Lord Balfour of Burleigh.

His youngest daughter married her cousin, the last Arnot of Fernie, and on extinction of that line the property of Wester Fernie fell to Lady Arnot's eldest brother John who succeeded as third Lord Balfour. His estate was forfeited to the Crown because his second son was concerned in the Rebellion of 1715.

His eldest son, Arthur Balfour, remained attached to the house of Harrower, and George 1 granted to him and his five brothers the lands and barony of Western Fernie in 1720. Arthur died in 1746 leaving three sons who succeeded to the estate consecutively. John Balfour of Fernie became heir male in 1757 of the Lords Balfour of Burleigh , but he died without issue in 1795. He was succeeded by his only surviving brother, Francis who died in 1818. In 1854 the grandson Major Francis Balfour, claimed the title of Lord Balfour of Burleigh, but the house of Lords on the reveal of attainder 1869, ajudged that dignity to Alexander Hugh Bruce of Kennet, who was the descendant in the female line of Robert, fourth Lord Balfour. The duties of Forester of Falkland and Constable of Cupar were associated with the Barony of Fernie.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

This Week On 'Beyond The Edge' Radio: Aaron Cadieux & Christopher Balzano - 'The Bridgewater Triangle' Documentary

Join Eric, Lon & Sean as we welcome filmmaker Aaron Cadieux and paranormal investigator / author Christopher Balzano to 'Beyond The Edge' Radio.

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Aaron Cadieux is an award-winning documentary filmmaker from Dartmouth, Massachusetts. In 2003, he produced and directed a 30-minute documentary titled, Inside The Bridgewater Triangle. The experience inspired him to someday produce and direct a feature-length documentary on the same subject. In 2010, he teamed up with filmmaker Manny Famolare to begin production on The Bridgewater Triangle. Cadieux also owns and operates Bristol County Media LLC (and its subdivision Big Operations Productions) a company specializing in video production services. As the Co-Director of The Bridgewater Triangle, Aaron combines his extensive experience in documentary filmmaking and video production with his love for Halloween and things that go bump in the night.

Christopher Balzano is the founder and director of Massachusetts Paranormal Crossroads, an online collection of legends and ghost stories from Massachusetts and the surrounding states. He has been investigating the paranormal for more than fifteen years and has been writing about those experiences for the past ten. He has been a contributor to Jeff Belanger's Encyclopedia of Haunted Places: Ghostly Locales from Around the World and Weird Massachusetts: Your Travel Guide to Massachusetts' Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets and was one of the writers behind Weird Hauntings: True Tales of Ghostly Places His writing has been featured in Haunted Times and Mystery Magazine and has been covered by the Boston Globe, the Boston Herald, the Standard Times, and Worcester Magazine.

Christopher is the author of several books about regional hauntings, including Dark Woods: Cults, Crime, and the Paranormal in the Freetown State Forest, Massachusetts and Ghosts of the Bridgewater Triangle as well as the collection of true ghosts stories Ghostly Adventures: Chilling True Stories from America's Haunted Hot Spots and the new how-to paranormal book Picture Yourself Ghost Hunting His most recent book, Picture Yourself Capturing Ghosts on Film is an in depth journey into the history, downfalls and best methods of using photography to obtain evidence on the unknown.

He has appeared on radio stations in Massachusetts and throughout the Internet, as well as being called upon by television shows to comment on ghosts and urban legends. He now runs the paranormal news from Ghostvillage, one of the oldest and largest websites dedicated to the paranormal.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The LaLauries of New Orleans

My colleague Judith Martin (a life-long resident of New Orleans) forwarded the following narrative in order bring some facts to light in reference to the Lalauries:

This is the true story of LaLauries of the early 19th century in New Orleans. I learned of such things happening in the Black History course taught at the University of New Orleans by Raphael Cassimere, Ph.D. What the stories -- such as are promoted by various paranormal research sites -- are hogwash. The paranormal research groups do not understand the social background against which these ugly made-up stories were "created".

According to church records, the LaLauries were properly married by the Catholic Church in Santo Domingo. He was white and French. She was Creole (of mixed white and African). Mr. LaLaurie made a fortune with his business enterprises in the islands, which no doubt included slave trading, sugar, cotton, and dry goods.

He decided to expand his empire to North America, and moved himself and his wife to New Orleans, which was the "point-on" port between the Caribbean, and Central and South America, and the trade coming down the Mississippi River.

In New Orleans, though, the Catholic Church would not recognize the marriage. For a white man to marry a black woman was considered to be against the Bible, which speaks repeatedly of how the "chosen people" should not marry outside their Israelite group. The whites of the city saw themselves as the "chosen people".

Mixed race couples were not welcome in the all white French Quarter. The church claimed that such couples were "living in sin". They were expected to live in the so-called Creole Faubourgs (suburbs) below the Quarter and down the river.

So the locals chose to attack Madame LaLaurie. Thus began the fantastic and untrue stories about how Madame LaLaurie tortured her slaves in the attic of the couple's house. If you look at the pictures of the building, there is no way that such goings-on could have taken place without half the French Quarter knowing it. No proof was ever found to substantiate the stories. (It can be suspected that some of the household slaves may have been bribed to tell stories as well.)

Eventually, having had enough harassment, the LaLauries departed New Orleans and returned to Haiti/Santo Domingo.

Racism is what drove the LaLauries out, pure and simple. They were not the only mixed race couple that was subjected to these indignities. But other such couples were wiser, and settled in the Creole Faubourgs. (See the book New Orleans Architecture: Faubourg Tremé And The Bayou Road (New Orleans Architecture Series)) One such couple was Jean Baptiste Azereto (a survivor of Napoleon's ill-starred expedition to capture Haiti at the end of the 18th century), and his wife Marie Glesseau.

And that's the absolute truth. -- Judith Martin


The following is a standard account of Delphine LaLaurie:

Madame Delphine Lalaurie was born Marie Delphine Macarty, circa 1775 to Louis Barthelemy McCarty and Vevue McCarty, prominent members of the New Orleans community. On June 12th, 1825, Marie Delphine Macarty married her third husband (the previous two had died), to Dr. Leonard Louis Lalaurie, a prominent dentist. In 1832, Dr. Lalaurie and his wife Delphine purchased the house at 1140 Rue Royale from another prominent member of New Orleans society, Edmond Soniet du Fossat who reportedly had the house constructed for the Lalaurie’s. Immediately Delphine Lalaurie began decorating the home with elaborate furnishings. Costly furniture, elaborate paintings by well known artists of the day amongst other fine appointments. Soon thereafter, weekly parties were held at the Lalaurie Mansion, where the most prominent citizens of New Orleans would attend, including a judge, Judge Caponage, a very dear friend of the Lalauries.

Although she would throw lavish parties with guest lists consisting of some of the most prominent people in the city, the manner in which Delphine LaLaurie tortured her slaves is probably the most widely known of the French Quarter’s macabre tales. In 1833, after several neighbors allegedly saw her cowhiding a young servant girl in the mansion’s courtyard, rumors began to spread around town that LaLaurie treated her servants viciously. According to one tale, a young slave girl was brushing LaLaurie’s hair in the upstairs bedroom when the comb hit a snag in her mistress’s hair, enraging LaLaurie.

LaLaurie whipped the 12-year-old slave girl, who tried to escape but fell to her death from a balcony overlooking the courtyard. The girl was quickly brought into the LaLaurie Mansion, but not before being observed by neighbors, who filed a complaint. The neighbors later asserted that the young girl was buried under a tree in the yard.

The legalities of the situation were handled by Judge Jean Francois Canonge, a friend of the LaLauries, who had visited the house on a previous occasion concerning the welfare of the LaLaurie servants. The LaLaurie slaves were confiscated and put up for auction, and the LaLauries were fined $500. Some of the LaLaurie relatives arranged to buy the slaves back and quickly returned them to her.

On April 10, 1834, during another party, a fire broke out in the kitchen of the mansion. The kitchen — as was the norm in Spanish mansions — was separate from the home and located over the carriageway building across the courtyard. The firemen entered the building through the courtyard. To their surprise, there were two slaves chained to the stove in the kitchen. It appeared as though the slaves had set the fire themselves in order to attract attention. The fire itself was soon subdued. It was then that the real horror of what had happened in the mansion became apparent.

Published on 11 April, 1834, the New Orleans newspaper, The Bee, described how, ”Upon entering the apartments the most appalling spectacle met their eyes. Several slaves more or less horribly mutilated were seen suspended from the neck, with their limbs apparently stretched and torn from one extremity to the other...the slaves belonged to a woman cast as demon, and they had merely been kept alive to prolong their suffering.” It was said that slaves had had their bones broken and their bodies re-shaped, their lips sewn together, that women had been found nailed to the floor, that crude attempts at sex change operations had taken place, and that buckets full of body parts and gore had been found – a Grand Guignol Horror! Surviving slaves later described how they trembled with fear at the prospect of being taken to the attic, because no one ever re-emerged from the attic.

LaLaurie escaped by horse and carriage to Bayou St. John, where she allegedly paid the captain of a schooner to carry her across to Mandeville or Covington. Many claimed they escaped to Paris. Others say they remained on the outskirts of New Orleans.

Several different accounts of the death of Delphine LaLaurie are given. One report said she was killed by a wild boar in a hunting accident in France. Another story, as reported in The Daily Picayune of March 1892, insisted she died among friends and family in Paris.

NOTE: Here are links to more information History of Delphine Lalaurie - New Orleans' Most Gruesome Location - For Sale: Haunted LaLaurie Mansion, Once Owned By Nicolas Cage.

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Saturday, May 3, 2014

Essential Oils: Skin Anti-Itch & Softener Formula

If you would like to soften rough skin, as well as alleviate the itching associated with psoriasis, dermatitis and insect bites? Then you may want to try this formula.

Start with a base of 100 ml of Almond Oil...then mix in the following essential oils:

10 drops of Frankincense

10 drops of Myrrh

7 drops of Peppermint

7 drops of Lavender

7 drops of Rosemary

Mix well and apply enough to cover the affected area. This formula should calm the nerve endings and help soften the skin. I have used this formula for occasional aggravating dermal flare-ups and mosquito bites. Lon

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Watching Shadow People

I recently received the following account from a reader:

I am a fan of your site and have always been interested in weird, strange stuff ever since it happened to me. I am 56 years old and live in a small town in north Georgia. When I was 14, me and my siblings loved to camp out in an old abandoned house my mother grew up in. It's a small house with a couple of bedrooms. Me and my brother and two cousins were "camping" overnight and we all turned in, my brother and cousin in one room and me and the other cousin in another. We were on an old sofa with our heads on each end.

It was pitch dark in the house except for the moonlight in the window directly in front of me. I was thinking how beautiful the moon was when I saw a silhouette of a head go by. The only thing I could tell about it was it was bald and short since the windows were low to the ground. Before I could say "what the"...another one went by, then another. By the third one I was on my feet turning on the light. I will never forget the look of that room and how confused I was. Nothing was there. So I woke up my cousin and told him we needed to go into the other room. I told him something was in there but he just wanted to sleep, so we went to the other room. I had left the door cracked about three inches and laid there...watching.

It was dark and I could only see the faint outline of the door, but could tell it was opening very slowly. It took about two hours to open about a foot. By then I was just as interested as terrified. Since it was pitch dark, I couldn't tell if it or they were going by the sofa...but I could sense they were. I heard my heart pounding and remember thinking I hope they don't hear it. The old house had those old skeleton locks that locked from inside and then I heard the knob's a sound like no other and I'm sure I heard it. After that it's a blank...maybe I passed out, I don't know. But people tell me they believe me, though I doubt it. I was the only one to see it and will never forget it. Thank you for hearing me out. I have no reason to make this up and wouldn't anyway, believe it or not - Robert G.

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