Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 7, 2010 9:52:48 GMT -5
I thought with the upcoming holiday of Halloween, and the fact that one of my favorite shows is called "Supernatural," (with Dean and Sam Winchester) I would post a link to something I looked up with the episode I'm watching. This episode has several town members being killed by "famous dead icons," with the exception of a Paris Hilton look-a-like demon/vampire. The first "icon" had to do with an actor named James Dean who had a race car that was reported to have been cursed. If you want to read about that particular car and it's history of so called "cursed" incedents, go to this link: athingforcars.com/autos/the-curse-of-little-bastard-james-deans-porsche-550-spyder/Here is an exerpt from that site:
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Post by Marl3y on Oct 7, 2010 20:11:06 GMT -5
Hehe... I don't have any scary stories at the moment, but I love supernatural as well!!! That show is amazing, and Sam is sooo hott!! I also love James Dean.. he's sooo hott as well!! Well.. he WAS hehe.. I have two posters of him on my wall in my bedroom. My fiancee isn't to fond of them but I get what I want in our relationship lol..
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 9, 2010 15:35:33 GMT -5
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Post by badkitty on Nov 12, 2010 12:47:00 GMT -5
Scary thought. Shea and I got along on halloween. we walked the kids around together and not once did we fight or argue. we even laughed.
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 17, 2011 18:51:07 GMT -5
A Missouri Ghost Story
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks. With her bedraggled black-and-gray hair, funny eyes - one yellow and one green - and her crooked nose, Old Betty was not a pretty picture, but she was the best there was at fixing what ailed a man, and that was all that counted.
Old Betty's house was full of herbs and roots and bottles filled with conjuring medicine. The walls were lined with strange books brimming with magical spells. Old Betty was the only one living in the Hollow who knew how to read; her granny, who was also a conjurer, had taught her the skill as part of her magical training.
Just about the only friend Old Betty had was a tough, mean, ugly old razorback hog that ran wild around her place. It rooted so much in her kitchen garbage that all the leftover spells started affecting it. Some folks swore up and down that the old razorback hog sometimes walked upright like man. One fellow claimed he'd seen the pig sitting in the rocker on Old Betty's porch, chattering away to her while she stewed up some potions in the kitchen, but everyone discounted that story on account of the fellow who told it was a little too fond of moonshine.
"Raw Head" was the name Old Betty gave the razorback, referring maybe to the way the ugly creature looked a bit like some of the dead pigs come butchering time down in Hog-Scald Hollow. The razorback didn't mind the funny name. Raw Head kept following Old Betty around her little cabin and rooting up the kitchen leftovers. He'd even walk to town with her when she came to the local mercantile to sell her home remedies.
Well, folks in town got so used to seeing Raw Head and Old Betty around the town that it looked mighty strange one day around hog-driving time when Old Betty came to the mercantile without him.
"Where's Raw Head?" the owner asked as he accepted her basket full of home-remedy potions. The liquid in the bottles swished in an agitate manner as Old Betty said: "I ain't seen him around today, and I'm mighty worried. You seen him here in town?"
"Nobody's seen him around today. They would've told me if they did," the mercantile owner said. "We'll keep a lookout fer you."
"That's mighty kind of you. If you see him, tell him to come home straightaway," Old Betty said. The mercantile owner nodded agreement as he handed over her weekly pay.
Old Betty fussed to herself all the way home. It wasn't like Raw Head to disappear, especially not the day they went to town. The man at the mercantile always saved the best scraps for the mean old razorback, and Raw Head never missed a visit. When the old conjuring woman got home, she mixed up a potion and poured it onto a flat plate.
"Where's that old hog got to?" she asked the liquid. It clouded over and then a series of pictures formed. First, Old Betty saw the good-for-nothing hunter that lived on the next ridge sneaking around the forest, rounding up razorback hogs that didn't belong to him. One of the hogs was Raw Head. Then she saw him taking the hogs down to Hog-Scald Hollow, where folks from the next town were slaughtering their razorbacks. Then she saw her hog, Raw Head, slaughtered with the rest of the pigs and hung up for gutting. The final picture in the liquid was the pile of bloody bones that had once been her hog, and his scraped-clean head lying with the other hogsheads in a pile.
Old Betty was infuriated by the death of her only friend. It was murder to her, plain and simple. Everyone in three counties knew that Raw Head was her friend, and that lazy, hog-stealing, good-for-nothing hunter on the ridge was going to pay for slaughtering him.
Now Old Betty tried to practice white conjuring most of the time, but she knew the dark secrets too. She pulled out an old, secret book her granny had given her and turned to the very last page. She lit several candles and put them around the plate containing the liquid picture of Raw Head and his bloody bones. Then she began to chant: "Raw Head and Bloody Bones. Raw Head and Bloody Bones."
The light from the windows disappeared as if the sun had been snuffed out like a candle. Dark clouds billowed into the clearing where Old Betty's cabin stood, and the howl of dark spirits could be heard in the wind that pummeled the treetops.
"Raw Head and Bloody Bones. Raw Head and Bloody Bones."
Betty continued the chant until a bolt of silver lightning left the plate and streaked out threw the window, heading in the direction of Hog-Scald Hollow.
When the silver light struck Raw Head's severed head, which was piled on the hunter's wagon with the other hog heads, it tumbled to the ground and rolled until it was touching the bloody bones that had once inhabited its body. As the hunter's wagon rumbled away toward the ridge where he lived, the enchanted Raw Head called out: "Bloody bones, get up and dance!"
Immediately, the bloody bones reassembled themselves into the skeleton of a razorback hog walking upright, as Raw Head had often done when he was alone with Old Betty. The head hopped on top of his skeleton and Raw Head went searching through the woods for weapons to use against the hunter. He borrowed the sharp teeth of a dying panther, the claws of a long-dead bear, and the tail from a rotting raccoon and put them over his skinned head and bloody bones.
Then Raw Head headed up the track toward the ridge, looking for the hunter who had slaughtered him. Raw Head slipped passed the thief on the road and slid into the barn where the hunter kept his horse and wagon. Raw Head climbed up into the loft and waited for the hunter to come home.
It was dusk when the hunter drove into the barn and unhitched his horse. The horse snorted in fear, sensing the presence of Raw Head in the loft. Wondering what was disturbing his usually-calm horse, the hunter looked around and saw a large pair of eyes staring down at him from the darkness in the loft.
The hunter frowned, thinking it was one of the local kids fooling around in his barn.
"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big eyes fer?" he snapped, thinking the kids were trying to scare him with some crazy mask.
"To see your grave," Raw Head rumbled very softly. The hunter snorted irritably and put his horse into the stall.
"Very funny. Ha,ha," The hunter said. When he came out of the stall, he saw Raw Head had crept forward a bit further. Now his luminous yellow eyes and his bears claws could clearly be seen.
"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big claws fer?" he snapped. "You look ridiculous."
"To dig your grave…" Raw Head intoned softly, his voice a deep rumble that raised the hairs on the back of the hunter's neck. He stirred uneasily, not sure how the crazy kid in his loft could have made such a scary sound. If it really was a crazy kid.
Feeling a little spooked, he hurried to the door and let himself out of the barn. Raw Head slipped out of the loft and climbed down the side of the barn behind him. With nary a rustle to reveal his presence, Raw Head raced through the trees and up the path to a large, moonlight rock. He hid in the shadow of the huge stone so that the only things showing were his gleaming yellow eyes, his bear claws, and his raccoon tail.
When the hunter came level with the rock on the side of the path, he gave a startled yelp. Staring at Raw Head, he gasped: "You nearly knocked the heart right out of me, you crazy kid! Land o' Goshen, what have you got that crazy tail fer?"
"To sweep your grave…" Raw Head boomed, his enchanted voice echoing through the woods, getting louder and louder with each echo. The hunter took to his heels and ran for his cabin. He raced passed the old well-house, passed the wood pile, over the rotting fence and into his yard. But Raw Head was faster. When the hunter reached his porch, Raw Head leapt from the shadows and loomed above him. The hunter stared in terror up at Raw Head's gleaming yellow eyes in the ugly razorback hogshead, his bloody bone skeleton with its long bear claws, sweeping raccoon's tail and his gleaming sharp panther teeth.
"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big teeth fer?" he gasped desperately, stumbling backwards from the terrible figure before him.
"To eat you up, like you wanted to eat me!" Raw Head roared, descending upon the good-for-nothing hunter. The murdering thief gave one long scream in the moonlight. Then there was silence, and the sound of crunching.
Nothing more was ever seen or heard of the lazy hunter who lived on the ridge. His horse also disappeared that night. But sometimes folks would see Raw Head roaming through the forest in the company of his friend Old Betty. And once a month, on the night of the full moon, Raw Head would ride the hunter's horse through town, wearing the old man's blue overalls over his bloody bones with a hole cut-out for his raccoon tail. In his bloody, bear-clawed hands, he carried his raw, razorback hogshead, lifting it high against the full moon for everyone to see.
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 18, 2011 11:37:02 GMT -5
interesting Bre!
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 18, 2011 12:15:47 GMT -5
I used to live in Okinawa when i was younger, i never believed in ghosts or anything spiritual till i moved there, and as a matter of fact i used to think that everyone who did was crazy...well now im a crazy person too... we moved and even before i meet another kid that spoke English when we started school 4 weeks after we got there..i had a feeling that SOMETHING was not right. some people are sensitive ..i feel like i am slightly, Ive always been able to kind of sense peoples auras. i felt like there was a black cloud looming over me... like someone breathing down my neck all the time. i had to become medicated after being there for 6 months b/c i started having anxiety/panic attacks at almost the same time at time around 3 am and my dad got tired of takin me to the ER. I would wake up almost every night freezing..even tho it was a tropical island and was usually pretty warm even at night. my bedroom always felt about 10 degrees cooler than the hallway/rest of the house and the ac unit was on the oposite end of the hallway closer to my parents bedroom, and i had all my vents closed and blocked. i would wake up and all my covers would be shoved way in the back under my bed, my first panic attack occured when i woke up one night after we recently moved in shivering and couldnt find my blankets i turned on my bedside lamp and looked everywhere . i finally lifted up my bedskirt and saw them crumpled up way in the back, i crawled under there to pull them out and reached back and i felt this really cold/pain jolt on my wrist when i made contact with the comforter and it felt like someone grabbed me and when i looked i didnt see anything but it was like...almost when there is a heat wave and you can see distortion coming up from the roads when its super hot..it was like that in front of me and i started to freak and my dad had to pull me out from under the bed...and when i say pull i mean he had to PULL like he was playing tug of war but the only thing i was holding onto was a comforter..this happened nightly and i would wake up and leap off my bed and go sleep in my brothers room. i begged to let them switch rooms with me and they all said i was imgainig things.. so one night my brothers to prove a point slept on the floor next to my bed,. they thout i was doing it in my sleep. well around three am i woke up..no blankets(my bed up against a wall) and my brothers blankets gone even with my brother laying against my bed our blankets where under my bed. after that my brothers wouldnt sleep in there anymore.and would not trade rooms. i tried re-arranging my bedroom about once a week, putting stuff around the bottom of my bed blocking the gaps...nothing worked. i had to deal with this for 3 years. thats just the most disturbing of it all.. i have LOADS of stories of crap that happend there. down the street in one of the military houses was a house where a guy went crazy killed his wife and daughter then killed himself, and then a new military family moved in, the dad killed his family then himslef..this happned one more time. Japs are EXTREMELY supersitious and none of the japanese maintenece people would step foot in the house. it is now used for USO storage, its kinda behind and off to the side.(my english teacher lived next door and would tell us stories of stuff she had heard while being there) one time my friend and i thought we heard a telephone ringing inside and got freaked out and ran away...i was looking up links to post for you to look at and found this one www.stripes.com/military-life/travel/kadena-air-base-tales-of-strange-sightings-noises-at-building-2283-spook-kadena-ab-1.441 and it was the first time i had heard of someone else hearing a phone ring in the house.. so that made me get a little giddy lol. and here is another link with pic of house and what not okinawa365.blogspot.com/2010/11/spooky-sites-tour.htmleven tho it scared me senseless i have always been intruiged with the on goings of hauntings and things of that nature. i havnt had a panic attack since i left the island. but i stil get goose bumps and find it a little hard to breath when i recall or share my stories. and im also a lil worried that people wil think im crazy or lying so i dont tell many people..i havnt even told my husband, he knows i belive in ghosts but i was to worried to tell him my experiences i had there. so if you think im crazy( i dont blame you lol) then ignore me. if you want to hear more just ask.. =D
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 18, 2011 12:26:05 GMT -5
i also found a human spinal cord bone in a cave in the woods or "boonies" as the Japs called it, we found them hidden all the time, my brothers and his friends found one one time that had gernades, helmets and first aid kits in them, the mps were called but my brother picked up and held onto a key that he found. I told my history teacher about it and he told me that during war japs would wear keys around their neck, that if they died for their country that was their key into heaven. I truly loved it there.... i really want to go back someday. Different cultures amaze me.
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 20, 2011 15:03:44 GMT -5
guess so....lol
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 20, 2011 20:06:03 GMT -5
In the house we lived in before this one (which was in another town) I'll always believe I saw a ghost in my bedroom. I slept in the living room for quite awhile after that.
It certainly sounds like a wonderful place to live. We have at least a couple clan members who either live in that country or near it, Ant being one of them.
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 21, 2011 8:29:12 GMT -5
nice =D then they know too! lol. funny the new house makes alot of odd noises.. so much so that my husband got out of bed the other night to make sure no one was in the house..and he is NOT that type hes usually like its just the house settling or excuses something away.. and it was only our second night there so our son was at my moms and our cats and birds were still at the old house.........it was weird... but it prob was just house settling.. new house i guess we were paranoid haha!
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 21, 2011 8:57:35 GMT -5
maybe you should go to the library and do some research to see what was there before that new house. What other older houses, or exactly WHAT was there. You never know could have been a location for a hanging.
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 21, 2011 10:35:30 GMT -5
o.O ! the devolpment is owned by my boss and kinda behind where we are there is another one of his buildings, its a strip mall type thing and they found an unmarked graveyard while digging/building! they ended up leaving it alone and cutting off about 3 of the planned units on the strip and now have gravestones for them but were not able to find out who they were....maybe it was bigger than we thought and just didnt dig deep enough =(
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 21, 2011 10:56:33 GMT -5
Oh my, that's a scary thought.
You could buy some olive oil, make a cross on the outside of every door and window... (not sure what religion you are) but you will need to pray to God asking Him to protect your home and to keep all evil out. The oil is for annointing.
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Post by kitterkat on Oct 21, 2011 14:09:38 GMT -5
this weekend im going to try to take a picture of how close the gravestones are to the building!
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