Urban Legends are always a topic for conversation, Haunted Yorkshire have listed some of these below!
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Try to imagine the following:
The telephone rings. You pick up the receiver and say hello. A familial voice answers and continues to talk. This would be a typical experience except the caller is a close friend that passed away the week before. They tell you that they are fine and you shouldn't worry about them. Before you can get the nerve to say anything the call slowly fades out leaving the line silent. You listen for a few more seconds before hanging up the phone in total shock.
While being a rare form of spirit communication, there have been hundreds of reports of this mysterious phenomenon, named simply, telephone calls from the dead.
In almost all cases the caller has a close emotional tie with the person they are contacting. They're usually a spouse, parent, child or good friend. The intentions of the telephone call will vary. Sometimes the calls will be on the date of a special anniversary, or to warn of some kind of impending danger. Other times the calls are messages for the living to carry out a task on behave of the deceased. The majority of these calls seem to be to express love and give a final goodbye.
The caller's voice sounds exactly the same as when they were alive. There may be static or other strange noises on the line. The telephone calls can last anywhere from only a few seconds to a couple of minutes and it usually ends with the voice fading away until there is nothing to be heard on the line but an eerie silence.
Critics point out that these cases are probably dreams or hallucinations. Others have concluded that this is one way that the human psyche deals with the lost of a close loved one. A way of working out the intense feelings felt from a tragic loss. To an extent the critics have valid theories, however, it should be noted that a percentage of these contacts had no idea that the person calling them was dead.
This type of spirit communication has also been reported in other electrical appliances such as radios, CB's, television sets and computer systems.
SHC-Spontaneous Human Combustion : is a strange phenomena, whereby someone has apparently burst into flames, without an obvious source of ignition or fire accelerant. A unique trait of this phenomenon, is that when a victim is discovered there will normally be little of their body left. Most of the body will have been reduced to a pile of ash with either a seemingly untouched limb or limbs protruding from the rest of the victim’s charred remains.
Over the years there have been many quite shocking images released showing maybe a leg or two lying in situ among a pile of smouldering ash. One notable image which appeared in the ‘Unexplained One’ in the 1980’s showed a single foot left in its slipper next to a walking frame.
It appeared that the victim had apparently just spontaneously combusted, with surrounding objects hardly touched. In order to reduce a human body to a pile of ash, crematoriums use enormous sustained, temperatures of around 2500 degrees Fahrenheit for hours to incinerate a corpse. With temperatures as high as this, it is hard to conceive that, rarely, surrounding objects also get badly burned. Indeed due to the composition of the body and its large circulatory system, comprising mainly of blood and water it would seem an unlikely object to suddenly and inexplicably ignite.
Spontaneous Human Combustion, although a highly irregular phenomenon, is by far new or unheard of. There are many references to it throughout history by both eighteenth and nineteenth century writers, such as: "de Quincey, Dickens, Melville and Zola"
‘The Unexplained Phenomena - A Rough Guide’ quotes an early example which was mentioned in the ‘Enzyklop„ disches W” rterbuch (Berlin 1843), which mentioned ashes that were the remains of the wife of a Frenchman called Millet, of Rheims in 1725. Millet was accused of an affair and of murdering his wife and burning the body to conceal his crime. However at the enquiry, the event was acknowledged as a "genuine" case of spontaneous human combustion and Millet was subsequently acquitted.
A more recent and well known case was that of 67 year old Mary Reeser of St. Petersburg, Florida who died on 1 July 1951. She was found the following morning by her landlady, who, whilst taking her a telegram found the door knob to Mrs Reeser’s appartment "too hot to touch". Eventually two painters working in the area opened the door and were confronted by a blast of hot air. There was no sign of Mrs Reeser, just a little smoke and a "feeble flame", on the beam of a partition that divided the single room from a kitchenette.
According to the account detailed in ‘The Unexplained Phenomena - A Rough Guide’:"Firemen easily put out the flame and tore away the burnt partition. Behind it, instead of Mrs Reeser and her armchair, they found a circle on the floor, a few coiled springs, a charred liver, a fragment of backbone, a skull shrunk to the size of a fist, and just in front of the scorched patch, a black satin slipper enclosing a left foot burnt off at the ankle."
Even a crematorium would have had to employ the use grinders to get a body into the same state as that in which they found Mrs Reeser.
A subsequent FBI report released on 8 August suggested that after having taken some sleeping pills, Mrs Reeser had fallen asleep while smoking. However experts testified that this type of ignition would have only caused superficial burning and even smouldering armchair stuffing could not have produced the kind of temperatures required to ignite a human body.
Explanations for this strange but intriguing phenomena are varied and wide ranging. Some experts suggest that bacteria production in the gut of either internally combustible or external combustible gases may be to blame. Gases produced in the gut which might be externally ignited include: methane (Ch4), hydrogen (H2) and phosphane (Ph3), a.k.a. "phosphoretted hydrogen." A gas which in theory might be produced in the gut and combust internally on contact with oxygen is diphosphane (P2H4). Many victims of SHC are found with their stomachs as the seat of the fire which does add some weight to this theory.
Other theories include the "candle effect" whereby the victim’s clothing serves as the wick and the victim’s body fat the candle. The candle effect was eloquently demonstrated in August 1998 on the BBC science programme ‘QED’. Dr. John de Haan, a forensic expert at the California Criminalistics Institute constructed a replica living room. In this room he placed a dead pig, wrapped in a blanket. He wanted to demonstrate that once the pig was set on fire using an accelerant, a prolonged, but low intensity blaze might indeed cause similar effects to those observed in cases of SHC. For example he managed to replicate a localised fire where the pigs extremities remained intact yet the bones crumbled when poked. Even though enough localised heat was produced to make the pigs bones "friable", surrounding objects in the replica room remained surprisingly untouched; except a lightly scorched table and partially melted plastic radio.
While the documentary produced a convincing explanation for SHC, it was still necessary to use an accelerant to ignite the pig. This is in conflict with many SHC cases where there is no such evidence of an ignition source. It also failed to explain the accounts of SHC survivors who claim that the fire originates from within the body and burns outwards. There is still some room for further investigation.
Living Objects, do you believe?
There are many ghost stories that involve non-living objects that seem to be alive. These cases usually involve a personal object such as jewelry or a doll. The people began noticing that the objects are not always in the same place that they were left. The people don't actually see the objects move, but they know that the objects are moving when they are not around.
Either a very powerful spirit or a demon conducts this type of ghostly activity. They move the objects to give the impression that the objects are themselves alive or possessed. Spirits cannot possess non-living objects. This is a common spirit trick to fool the living into giving the objects recognition. Recognition equals power for the spirit.
The spirits use these methods because it is easier to get people to give recognition to earthly objects than to an invisible entity. The spirits typically disguise themselves as the ghosts of children. Again, this is because people are much more likely to communicate with the lost lonely ghost of a child than an evil festering demon. It plays on the all to familiar feelings of human compassion.
Once the spirits have the attention of the living they continue to control the objects getting more and more recognition and more power. They begin to use the extra power to influence more of the natural environment. They can influence dreams, control other household objects, manipulate machines including cars and household electrical devices. The "harmless" object movement soon turns into something different and sometimes violent. The people in the house usually become afraid. The spirit uses the fear to gather strength and power, which it then uses to create more fear. It's a snowball effect that could lead to demon possession, psychical injury and even death.
It is not that unusual for a young child to have an imaginary friend or two. Often times, we as parents think it cute? A mischievous little friend afoot to take the blame for some minor wrongdoing.
In fact there are parents that will claim a good imagination is healthy.
But what happens when the child begins to be torment by the imaginary friend? To the point that the child can not sleep the night through without the friend awaking them to play? What happens when the play becomes ruff, and frightening to the child?
So it goes this is the story of Robert...
The story begins in the home of Mr. And Mrs. Thomas Otto. The year 1896. It was well known the Otto's mistreated there servants and were not the kindest of people. One such servant, that aided in the care of the couples son, Robert Eugene Gene,(Gene) was said to be versed in the ways of voodoo. She for one reason or the other became very displeased with the Otto's, and decided to do something about it. As the story goes the servant gave Gene a doll. The doll standing three feet tall, and stuffed with straw. With life like features, that were at first very endearing to Gene. He decided to name the doll "Robert".
The doll became a constant companion to Gene. It is said that the Otto's often heard Gene upstairs talking to the doll. This in it self might not have been so bad? The Otto's were puzzled to hear the boy answering himself in an entirely different voice than his own?
Many Strange things began to occur in the Otto household. Many neighbours claimed to see Robert move about from window to window, when the family were out. Gene began to blame Robert for mishaps that would occur. The Otto's claimed to hear the doll giggle, and swear they caught glimpses of the doll running about the house.
Gene began to have nightmares and scream out in the night, when his parents would enter the room, they would find furniture over turned, their child in a fright, and Robert at the foot of the bed, with his glaring gaze! "Robert Did It".... The doll was eventually put up into the attic. Where he resided for many years.
When Gene's parents died, and the Otto home came to Gene, Robert was rediscovered in the attic. Robert hold on Gene was strong, and from the moment Gene laid eyes on him, Robert's influence could be again felt. Well Gene's wife Robert unsettling. One day she decided she had enough of Roberts glare...and returned him to his attic sanctuary. Gene was displeased, and demanding that Robert needed a room of his own where he could see out of the window. He put Robert in the turret room, by a window. It wasn't long after that Gene's sanity was questioned?
The citizens of Key West heard about Robert, and his evil doings. Many people walking by the home reported that the doll watched from the turret room, and mocked them as they passed... School children feared walking by the Otto home , in fear of Roberts mean glare.
Gene, himself reported when visiting the turret room, found Robert him in the rocking chair by the turret room window, displeased with his accommodations...home. Finally Gene himself had enough of.
But Robert had other plans. Visitors that entered the house could hear something walking back and forth in the attic, and strange giggling sounds. Guests no longer wanted to visit the Otto home.
Gene Otto died in 1972.The home was sold to a new family, and the tale of Robert had died down...
But Robert waited patiently up in the attic to be discovered, once again. The 10 year old daughter of the new owners. Was quick to find Robert in the attic. It was not long before Robert unleashed his displeasure on the child... The little girl claiming that the doll tortured her, and made her life a hell.. Even after more than thirty years later, she steadfastly claims that " the doll was alive and wanted to kill her."
Robert, still dressed in his white sailor's suit and clutching his stuffed lion, lives quite comfortably, though well guarded, at the Key West Martello Museum. Employees at the museum continue to give accounts of Robert being up to his old tricks still today...
In February, 2000, a "Haunted Painting" appeared on Ebay. Has you can imagime this created some media interest and it's still discussed to this day whether the painting is haunted or not. What is strange is the reaction of the ebay viewers had when viewing the painting.
The artist is Bill Stoneham, the painting title is "Hands Resist Him".
The Artist explains how he painted “Hands Resist Him” in 1972, the boy in the picture is himself, the hands being other lives, the windows/door being a thin veil between waking and dreaming with the small doll like girl being the guide through.
The artist did not know how his painting ended up abandoned as described by the Ebay.com seller, but he does know a gallery owner where the painting was originally displayed and sold at, and a Los Angeles Times critic, who reviewed the show, were both dead within one year of the painting being shown.
THE ORIGINAL EBAY TEXT THAT ACCOMPANIED THE PAINTING
WHEN WE RECEIVED THIS PAINTING, WE THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY GOOD ART. A " PICKER " HAD FOUND IT ABANDONED BEHIND AN OLD BREWERY. AT THE TIME WE WONDERED A LITTLE WHY A SEEMINGLY PERFECTLY FINE PAINTING WOULD BE DISCARDED LIKE THAT. ( TODAY WE DON'T !!! ) ONE MORNING OUR 4 AND 1/2 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER CLAIMED, THAT THE CHILDREN IN THE PICTURE WERE FIGHTING, AND COMING INTO THE ROOM DURING THE NIGHT. NOW, I DON'T BELIEVE IN UFOS OR ELVIS BEING ALIVE, BUT MY HUSBAND WAS ALARMED. TO MY AMUSEMENT HE SET UP A MOTION TRIGGERED CAMERA FOR THE NIGHTS. AFTER THREE NIGHTS THERE WERE PICTURES.THE LAST TWO PICTURES SHOWN ARE FROM THAT 'STAKEOUT'. AFTER SEEING THE BOY SEEMINGLY EXITING THE PAINTING UNDER THREAT, WE DECIDED, THE PAINTING HAS TO GO.PLEASE JUDGE FOR YOURSELF. --- BEFORE YOU DO, PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING WARNING AND DISCLAIMER. ----WARNING: DO NOT BID ON THIS PAINTING IF YOU ARE SUSCEPTIBLE TO STRESS RELATED DISEASE, FAINT OF HEART OR ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH SUPERNATURAL EVENTS. BY BIDDING ON THIS PAINTING, YOU AGREE TO RELEASE THE OWNERS OF ALL LIABILITY IN RELATION TO THE SALE OR ANY EVENTS HAPPENING AFTER THE SALE, THAT MIGHT BE CONTRIBUTED TO THIS PAINTING. THIS PAINTING MAY OR MAY NOT POSESS SUPERNATURAL POWERS, THAT COULD IMPACT OR CHANGE YOUR LIFE. HOWEVER, BY BIDDING YOU AGREE TO EXCLUSIVELY BID ON THE VALUE OF THE ARTWORK, WITH DISREGARD TO THE LAST TWO PHOTOS FEATURED IN THIS AUCTION, AND HOLD THE OWNERS HARMLESS IN REGARD TO THEM AND THEIR IMPACT, EXPRESSED OR IMPLIED.------------ NOW THAT WE GOT THIS OUT OF THE WAY, ONE QUESTION TO YOU EBAYERS. WE WANT OUR HOUSE TO BE BLESSED AFTER THE PAINTING IS GONE, DOES ANYBODY KNOW, WHO IS QUALIFIED TO DO THAT? THE SIZE OF THE PAINTING IS 24 BY 36 INCHES, SO IT IS RATHER LARGE. AS I HAVE HAD SEVERAL QUESTIONS, HERE THE FOLLOWING ANSWERS. THERE WAS NO ODOR LEFT BEHIND IN THE ROOM. THERE WERE NO VOICES, OR THE SMELL OF GUNPOWDER, NO FOODPRINTS OR STRANGE FLUIDS ON THE WALL. TO DETER QUESTIONS IN THIS DIRECTION, THERE ARE NO GHOSTS IN THIS WORLD , NO SUPERNATURAL POWERS, THIS IS JUST A PAINTING, AND MOST THESE THINGS HAVE AN EXPLANATION, IN THIS CASE PROBABLY A FLUKE LIGHT EFFECT. I ENCOURAGE YOU TO BID ON THE ARTWORK, AND CONSIDER THE LAST TWO PHOTOGRAPHS AS PURE ENTERTAINMENT, AND PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THEM INTO CONSIDERATION, WHEN BIDDING. AS WE THINK IT IS A GOOD IDEA TO BLESS ANY HOUSE, WE STILL WELCOME INPUT INTO THAT PROCEDURE.
This auction is nearing the end. I want to thank the more than 13000 people that took the time to look at this image on Ebay. I appreciate the more than 30 suggestions, that I received regarding blessing the house, exorcising and cleansing. 7 e-mails reported strange or irregular events taking place, when viewing this image. And I will relay two suggestions made by the senders. First not to use this image as the background on the screen, and second not to display this image around juveniles or children. Last not least, thanks for appreciating the art as well.
According to People magazine February 15, 1988:
"It happened so fast. At 9:25 am, Monday Feb. 1, only hours after developing what appeared to be flu symptoms, Heather O'Rourke, child star of the Poltergeist horror films, was rushed from her home in Lakeside, Calif., to the hospital; she was in septic shock and cardiac arrest. An hour later she arrived by airlift, alive but in critical condition, at Children's Hospital and Health Center in San Diego.
There she was operated on for intestinal stenosis, an acute bowel obstruction, a congenital condition neither her mother nor stepfather had suspected. At 2:43 pm, Heather died on the operating table. She was 12 years old."
Subsequent issues of People tell how doctors first diagnosed and treated her for Crohn's disease. The parents sued the doctors for wrongful treatment, but I don't know what happened to the suit.
Heather O'Rourke's death is often associated with the "Poltergeist curse," a run of bad luck that plagued those involved with the original film for years afterwards.
The Omen Curse
It began in 1975 shortly after producer Harvey Bernhard, director Richard Donner, and stars Gregory Peck and Lee Remick began work on what would become the blockbuster hit of 1976, a psychological thriller inspired by the Book of Revelations.
Shot primarily on location in London, The Omen filmmakers began to notice a surprisingly high number of accidents and near misses involving the cast and crew. Over time, the legend of "The Omen Curse" began to take on mythic proportions with producer Bernhard claiming, "It’s almost as if someone didn't want the picture made." So was The Omen jinxed? Or was it, as Richard Donner believes, just a series of "incredible coincidences"? You decide.
On the very first day of shooting a crew member was involved in a head on collision with one of the film company’s station wagons.
On a flight to London from Los Angeles, Gregory Peck’s plane was hit by lighting taking out an engine. A few days later the omen screen writer David seltzer took the same flight. His plane was also hit by lightning.
The filmmakers postponed a shot featuring a plane so that the owners could take a full charter. That same day the plane took off, hit a flock of birds, lost its engines and went down onto the end of the runway and into the street, crashing into a car killing the car passengers, the pilot’s wife and two children. All on board the plane were killed as well.
Richard Donner narrowly escaped being crushed when a speeding car crashed in to the passenger door of the car he was exiting (which was driven by producer harvy Bernard)
In the “devil dog” scene in the Italian grave yard where the hounds of hell attack peck and photographer David Warner, one of the dogs went out of control and tore through the padding and metal suit protecting the stuntman, who required stitches. The dog had to be destroyed.
The day the film crew finished filming in the lion compound at the Windsor Wild Safari Park (a scene that never made the final cut). Two lions attacked and killed a park guard in his booth.
Both Gregory Peck and Richard Donner were almost killed in a London bombing by the I.R.A if not for being delayed by 5 minutes
After the Omen had completed filming, Richardson (the man behind the famous beheading scene) went to work in Holland on a bridge too far. He and his assistant were driving home when they were involved in a car crash and his assistant was killed. (Rumours were that she was decapitated.) Richardson was knocked out and when he came to he reportedly saw a sign saying “Ommen 66.6km”
curse live's on in the remake
The cast and crew behind classic horror movie THE OMEN couldn't escape the film's legendary curse while they were remaking the movie in Italy - a pivotal scene featuring the discovery of creepy character DAMIEN's 666 'tattoo' was mysteriously wiped from a film reel.
Director JOHN MOORE spent a day shooting LIEV Schreiber’s character uncovering the eerie birthmark in his devil spawn son - only for the footage to later disappear.
The movie-maker says, "One day we shot the scene whereby the THORNE character (Schreiber) cuts the child's hair and finally reveals the mark of the beast and realizes his son is the son of the devil. "That scene also involved a choreographed fight with MIA FARROW (character). It was a tough day's work." But somehow the footage was lost as the lavatory used to process the scenes mysteriously destroyed 13,500 feet (4,114 meters) of film. Moore adds, "The worst the lab and the collective crew ever heard of is losing a roll, which is 400 feet. The guys in the lab were in tears. They had no explanation."
There are some places where the land is shaped in such a way that it can sometimes appear that things are going uphill when they are really going down. Some people attribute this type of activity to paranormal causes.
"This was explained very simply on a TV show several years back. There is a place known as "Gravity Hill" where the road is on a slight decline. But the trees on the side of the road, instead of being vertical, lean down the hill. So that if you are standing sideways on the road, with the down side to your left, the trees `should' appear to lean to the right, but actually lean to the left. This makes the downward side of the hill seem to be the up side of the hill. The grade is so slight that it throws off your balance, so you become con- fused.
"This has been illustrated in fun houses at amusement parks...'The Leaning Room'. After being in the room for a minute, your natural sense of balance tries to correct itself. Then, you try to roll a ball down some parallel bars, but the ball rolls up instead."
Here's Another explanation!!!
"The brain uses a collection of techniques for deciding which way is up. The balancing organs in the inner ears only work when you stand still, so for most purposes the brain uses visual rules-of-thumb.
"Amongst these are:
1. The ground is, on average, horizontal.
2. Walls are vertical.
"So these mystery spots are usually on broad, empty plains with a slight slope. The slope isn't noticable, and rule 1 is applied by the brain to get a wrong answer for the horizontal. Hence any slight lessening of the slope looks like a slight upward rise on a flat plain, even though it is actually still downhill. So things rolling down the slope look like they are rolling uphill.
"Sometimes locals exploit rule 2 by putting up buildings that conform to the visual horizontal instead of the actual one. This reinforces the illusion quite strongly.
"If you are ever shown one of these spots, check a map with contour lines drawn on to find out how flat it really is."
The Amityville Horror, although now considered a hoax, is one of the most well-known "hauntings" of all time. The house in Amityville, New York was made famous in the mid-70s when George and Kathy Lutz told the media of bizarre happenings which they alleged had taken place at the house during the month they lived there. These happenings included such things as flying demented pigs with glowing red eyes (my personal favorite), walls that oozed blood, an infestation of flies in the attic, and a pit to hell in the basement.
Supposedly, whatever had tormented the Lutzes was also the thing that had driven Ronald DeFeo to gun down his entire family in that house in 1974.
The Lutzes chronicled their experiences in a book authored by Jay Anson. Later the book was made into a movie. Many sequels as well as a remake followed.
There is a scene in the 1987 movie Three Men and a Baby in which some people claim to have seen the ghostly figure of a small boy who was killed in the house in which the scene was filmed. In some variations, the boy's parents are said to have sued the movie studio, or the owners of the "house," for letting their boy's name be released to the press. There are also tales of other ghostly objects being seen throughout the movie, most notably a rifle pointing at the head of the "ghost boy."
That is the legend. Here are the facts. The scene in question was not shot in a house, but on a soundstage in a Hollywood studio. The "ghost boy" is in fact a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ted Danson (who stars in the film), which had been left in the background, presumably accidentally, by a crew member. This cutout is seen in full view in another scene in the movie.
There is no ghost boy. No boy ever died on the set, and no one involved with the movie was ever sued by the mythical parents of said ghost boy. No one appears to know how the legend started. Some have suggested it was a promotional scheme perpetrated by the producers of the film to get people to buy/rent/go see it.
The Wizard of Oz is one of the most well known movie classics of all time. Almost everyone has seen it, so of course there are bound to be rumors. One, in particular, is the hanging theory -- the urban legend that either a midget or stagehand hanged themselves on film. The question is, what really happened? While most agree that it is in fact false, some still argue that the hanging was real.
The suicide scene allegedly takes place when Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Man head down the yellow brick road, on their way to Emerald City (after the Wicked Witch leaves.) Deep in the background, a dark figure can be seen.
Some say that a distraught munchkin hanged himself. The story says that he was upset because the female munchkin that he loved didn’t feel the same way for him. He then decided to kill himself right on set. Others say that it was a clumsy stagehand who accidentally fell out of a prop tree onto the set, getting caught in a cable of some sort, and was strangled to death.
Legend has it that the figure in the forest clearly takes a wooden block, stands on it, hangs himself, and then kicks the block out from underneath. On the other hand, critics argue that it was an exotic bird which was placed on set to give the movie a natural and realistic atmosphere. The moving figure was simply a bird, most likely a crane, flapping its wings and pecking at the ground.
The rumor started after the movie came out on VHS tape, which enabled people to replay the scene over and over. On the small screen, things appear much differently. With the picture being so small, the image wasn’t clear and this lead people to start the rumors. Supposedly, on the big screen it is undeniably a bird.
If it really was a suicide, why would they keep it on the final movie? Why not just redo the scene? Some conclude that it was “too expensive” and they were short on money. And why wouldn’t someone notice what had happened? After all, the three actors didn’t react to it or even seem to notice what happened.
Whether you believe it or not, it’s up to you. We’ll probably never know what really happened on set. But, there’s no denying it, the moving figure in the trees resembles a man hanging himself.
There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it.
In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.
On September 4th 1985, the Crying Boy curse was born when an article was printed in The Sun. Peter Hall, a Yorkshire firefighter had come across the Crying Boy paintings too many times unscorched in housefires. The Crying Boy paintings were mass produced, so many people owned one. Once this first article was published many people rang The Sun sharing their experiences with these paintings.
The article said that Yorkshire fireman, Peter Hall and his team were coming across an occurence that was happening too frequently for their liking. They were called out to house fires numourous times and put out the fires, when they went inside to investigate the house, they found these "Crying Boy" paintings unharmed even though other paintings and objects in the house were damaged. One servere case involved a man being burnt to death with a Crying Boy painting laying beside him unharmed. It is said that the curse will only effect someone if the owner of the painting becomes aware of it (which is freaky because now my friend's Nana knows about the painting). Some psychics have claimed that the painting is Haunted by the spirit of the boy it depicts.
The Sun invited its readers to send in their Crying Boys to have them burnt in a mass bomb fire. Only to have the warehouse which the painting where being stored in burnt down shortly after.
Peter Hall, the firefighter who was the Sun’s original source, tried to end the curse rumours by giving another interview with another paper, saying that he had orginally informed The Sun that it wasn't uncommon to have paintings survive house fires, although this statement was intentionally omitted from the orginal Sun article.
It is said that a well-respected school teacher from Devon, George Mallory claimed to have gotten to the bottom of the case in 1995. Mallory claimed he had found the artist who painted the Crying Boy - Franchot Seville an old postcard artist who at the time lived in Madrid. Seville said that the Crying Boy was a street kid he had found in Madrid in 1969, he never spoke and looked very sad. He painted the boy.
A Catholic preist said the boy was Don Bonillo, a boy who had run away after seeing his parents burnt to death in a blaze. The preist insisted the artist have nothing to do with the boy as where ever the boy lived fires of unknown origin would mysteriously start endangering the family and possesions of the house he lived in. The villagers called him 'Diablo' because of this.
The artist ignored this preist and looked after the boy. The paintings of the orphan made Seville rich, but one day his studio was mysteriously burned to the ground, ruining Seville. He instantly accused the boy of arson. The boy ran off crying and ws never seen again. From then on, all over Europe news was coming in of the paintings causing fires. From then on Seville was regarded as a jinx and no on would commision him to paint or even look at his paintings, let alone own one.
In 1976 a car exploded into a fireball in Barcelona after crasing into a wall, the victim was burnt beyond recognition, but part of the victim's drivers licence was readable, the name on the licence was 19-year-old Don Donillo, this may have been the boy who was painted eight years ago, but we will probably never know, as no one has come forward to collect the body.
One woman said their would be no trouble with the Crying Boy if it was displayed alongside a Crying Girl painting, others say that the damage will be worse.
The Curse begain to mutate and it was reported that the Crying Boy would bring luck to those who deserved it. One man reported winning money at various gambling establishments after rescuing a Crying Boy painting from a dustbin.
However some people do say it was just a big scam orchestrated by the (at the time) Sun editor Kelvin MacKenzie. Apparently MacKenzie was looking for a news story on a slow day, and a news agency in Yorkshire had filed the story of a house fire. In the last line it wrote that the Crying Boy painting was the only thing in the house to survive the blaze, MacKenzie then ramped the story up a bit and splashed "CURSE OF THE CRYING BOY" across the front page of The Sun the next day.
It has been rumoured that there is an hidden satanic message in the song "Stairway to Heaven" take a look at the following video and see what you think...
Background: In 1669, convicted murderer Thomas Busby was on his way to the gallows in Thirsk when he desired a drink of ale at his favorite pub in his favorite chair as his last request. When he finished, he said "May sudden death come to anyone who dare sit in my chair."
The Chair of Death was the favorite chair of a striper named Thomas Busby. He was on his way to the gallows in 1669 when he put a curse on it, claiming that anyone who sits in it will soon die. It remained in the pub for centuries, and people were dared to sit in it. During World War II, airmen from an nearby base made the pub a hot spot, and the chair a "hot seat" and people noticed that the ones who sat in it would never come back from war.
In 1967, two Royal air force pilots sat in it, and while driving back, they crashed into a tree and died. A few years later, two brick layers decided to try it, and that afternoon, the brick layer that sat in it fell to his death. The cursed chair has apparently "killed" every person who sat in it, no matter what. Some instances include: a roofer who sat in it died after the roof he was working on collapsed, and a cleaning woman stumbled into it while mopping, and was later killed by a brain tumor.
Eventually, the pub owner moved it into the basement, hoping that nobody would sit in it. However, one day a delivery man was in the basement and sat in it. An hour later, he crashed his truck and died. After that death, the local museum decided to take it, and to make sure nobody sat in it they hung it five feet from the ground. Recently, the current owner of the pub heard of another death. During World War II, a truck driver picked up two airmen, and they wanted the driver to stop at the pub, and while they were in the bathroom the driver unknowingly sat in the chair. When the airmen didn't return, he left, and when one of them later found him he killed him. It seems, for now, that because it is nearly impossible to be able to sit in it, its "killing" days are over.
Friends told James Dean that the car was trouble when they saw it - a rare Silver Porsche Spyder, one of only 90 in 1955. Nicknamed "The Little Bastard," the car carried the iconic screen rebel to his grave on
After the accident, many fans refused to believe Dean was dead. A story circulated that he was still alive although terribly disfigured, and in true urban legend fashion this tale took on a life of its own.
I won't go into all the James Dean as a cult idol stuff except to say his mystique has staying power. For example, his tombstone was stolen twice in 1983, and in 1985 had to be replaced because of damage done to it by fans. Seems he was still the popular fellow despite having been dead for three decades.
After the tragedy, master car customizer George Barris bought the wreck for $2,500. When the wreck arrived at Barris' garage, the Porsche slipped and fell on one of the mechanics unloading it. The accident broke both of the mechanic's legs.
While Barris had bad feelings about the car when he first saw it, his suspicions were confirmed during a race at the Pomona Fair Grounds on
The car's malevolent influence continued after the race: one kid trying to steal the Porsche's steering wheel slipped and gashed his arm. Barris reluctantly sold two of the car's tires to a young man; within a week, the man was nearly involved in a wreck when the two tires blew out simultaneously.
Feeling that the Porsche could be put to good use, Barris loaned the wrecked car to the California Highway Patrol for a touring display to illustrate the importance of automobile safety. Within days, the garage housing the Spyder burnt to the ground. With the exception of the "Little Bastard," every vehicle parked inside the garage was destroyed. When the car was put on exhibit in
The mishaps surrounding the car continued until 1960, when the Porsche was loaned out for a safety exhibit in
The story of cursed car of Archduke Francis Ferdinand.
General Portiorek was the next to possess this cursed car. After a huge military defeat and a trip to
The name of the next person that owned this car is not known. All that is known is that he was an army captain. He was driving the car and two peasants walked onto the road in front of him. He tried to miss them by swerving the car, but they were hit and the car veered off the road and hit a tree. All three were killed at the accident.
The car made its way to the governor of
Next it is believed to be owned by a doctor that lost all of his patients or by a diamond dealer that committed suicide.
Next, was a Swiss racecar driver. He died when he crashed the car into a wall even though he was thrown from the wreck.
A farmer bought the car, but had trouble getting the ignition to work, decided to tow the car with his wagon. He hitched it and was ready to pull it along when it fell on him and he died instantly.
Tiber Hirshfield was the very last person to own this terrifying car. He was on his way to a wedding with five close friends. He tried to pass a long row of cars when the car mysteriously spun out of control and crashed. Everyone was killed except for one person whose name is withheld.
To see this cursed car you can view it at
THE WITCH TREE
On Christmas Eve, 1891, the Sheffield Telegraph reported that, 'The last great gale blew down in the ground of Lightwood, Norton, a tree with a tradition. It is said to have been planted eighty years ago "to keep the witch out of the churn"
[Possibly connected with the belief that witches could prevent the churning of butter in a household they had "cursed"]
The people there spoke of the tree as the wiggin-tree.' The 'witch-wiggin' tree is another name for the mountain ash or rowan, long believed to have magical properties, including those of protecting innocent folk from black witchcraft.
The Vicar of Wortley later added that the tree had been known to his parishioners as the Wickerberry Tree.
THE VANISHING HITCHHIKER
This legend is probably familiar to most readers. It is a dark and stormy night. A person driving sees a forlorn figure at the side of the road and decides to give him or her a lift. Usually the hitchhiker is a young woman in some sort of trouble... her prom date dumped her, or her car broke down. The driver gets to her house only to discover that his passenger has disappeared without a trace from the back seat of his car. He knocks on the door to the house, maybe to make sure the girl is ok, and the door is answered by the girl's parent. Eventually it comes out that the girl died some years ago, and every year on the anniversary of her death (or her birthday), the girl hitches a ride back home with a stranger.
There are many variations of this legend. Sometimes the girl appears to make it home safely, but the driver finds something the girl left behind in his car, and goes back to return it, thus lear- ning the truth about the girl. Sometimes the driver lends the girl his jacket or sweater, and goes back the next day to retrieve it. Often, he finds his jacket hung over the grave of the dead girl.
It is interesting to note that this legend has made it into many regional folklores.
During hard times people are murdered for food due to high demand for meat and sold on to the public
This one was supposed to have happened during World War I, during a really bad famine.
There was a girl walking down the street, when an old blind man approached her. He had dark glasses and a cane. He said to her "Could you please deliver this letter for me Miss, it has to be delivered in person and I can't do it because I’m blind and easily get lost. Being a nice person she decided to help the old man out. Once she has the letter in her hand and turned to walk away she figures that she should check the address as it’s badly written. She turns to call the old man back, but what she sees makes her quite nervous. She sees the man tossing his glasses and cane into a bin and hurry away in a rush. She is seriously freaked out by this so she takes the letter to the police station. They agree that it is quite strange, so they read the letter. It says: This is the last one I'm sending you today. They go to the address on the envelope. It is the address of a butcher shop. In the back room are a lot of meat, and a lot of human and dog bones. That girl was very lucky that she turned around.
This one seems to be based on a true life serial killer from WWI Germany. Karl Grossman was arrested for the murder of at least one woman (they found her body in his apt.), with evidence that others had also been butchered there. This in itself is bad enough. Worse were the reports from the neighbors that many young women had been seen entering his apt., yet no one remembers them leaving. Then there was the way Grossman seemed to have a supply of fresh meat for the black-market(leading to the whole meat for sausage thing).There was also Fritz Haarmann, who killed 24 male prostitutes and Karl Denke who killed at least 31 people, mostly homeless whom he pretended to help, both in Germany until 1924. All three were eating and selling human meat. scary: So all in all the butcher stories definitely don’t come from nowhere.
THE DEVIL AND THE DANCE
Legend: Horrified onlookers notice that the enthralling stranger dancing with a pretty girl from the village has cloven hooves.
As circulated in Danzig in 1875
It is said that one of the last Sundays [before Lent] a servant woman went to confession and communion. Despite the reprimands of her mother, an honest laundress, who warned her not to desecrate the day by mundane festivities, she couldn't resist the temptation and was going that same night to dance at The Vineyard ,a ballroom situated in an inner suburb of Danzig.
The punishment for her impiety came quickly. Around midnight, she saw a handsomely dressed stranger with black hair and eyes that glistened like onyx, coming towards her to ask her for a dance. She took his arm with pleasure as they began to dance with perfect grace, but faster and faster . . .
One of the musicians watched the dancing people carefully, and one can imagine how he felt when he noticed that the stranger had the cloven hoof of Satan! He drew his comrades' attention to it, and in the very middle of the waltz they were playing, they changed the tune and broke into a religious hymn. The clock struck twelve, the devil pulled his partner close to him and in a frantic whirl crossed with her to the other side of the room and crashed through the window. The girl was found lying on the green grass in the garden covered with broken glass. The devil had disappeared.
This legend is quite well known It shows up in any number of other cultures, though.
Numerous venerable legends describe encounters with witches or other diabolical beings whose identities are realized only once onlookers catch sight of the dancers' horse-like hooves or chicken feet. (According to lore, the only part of himself the Devil cannot transform when he takes human shape are his feet.)
The Cat and Man
St. Peter’s, Barnbourgh near mexborough is known far and wide as the
‘Cat and Man Church’
This is because of a tragedy which took place there over five hundred years ago.
In those days, there was a hall in Barnburgh, which was the home of a rich and powerful family called the Cresacres. They owned much of the village and the surrounding land and were known as the Lords of the Manor.
Late one night, a member of the Cresacre family, named Sir Percival, was returning from Doncaster on horseback, after visiting some of his friends.
At that time, there were no proper roads and very few houses, and the land between Doncaster and Barnburgh was thickly wooded. It would have been a dark and lonely ride. Some stories say on the way he came across a witch with who he quarreled it’s even been said he slew.
Somewhere on his way between the tiny settlement of High Melton and his home at Barnburgh Hall, Sir Percival was attacked by a wild cat. Wild cats were nothing like the cats that we have as pets today. They were much bigger, stronger and more dangerous. This particular cat was said to be black which was associated as the devils familiar this lead to stories of the beast being work of the devil or the witch that he had crossed on his journey.
Sir Percival’s horse was terrified by the attack and threw him from its back and ran away. Sir Percival and the cat then began a long and terrible struggle all the way from Ludwell Hill to St. Peter’s Church. On reaching the church, Sir Percival tried to gain safety inside. He managed to open the door to the porch and must have tried with all his strength to shut the cat outside. But he failed. Sir Percival’s fight for his life continued in the small, dark porch.
Both Sir Percival and the ferocious wild cat were completely exhausted by their dreadful struggle. With his last breath, Sir Percival managed to crush the cat to death against the wall of the porch with his feet.
Sir Percival’s frightened horse had returned to the Hall without him. His family and servants, fearing an accident, began a frantic torchlight search. By the time they reached Sir Percival, he was dead. The awful wounds made by the cat’s sharp claws had tragically killed him.
To this very day, a bloodstain on the floor of St. Peter’s Church porch marks the scene of this gruesome tragedy.
This story was portrayed in a play that was performed around the surrounding area in local schools up to recent times.
Writer Mr. Bingley, in his Animal Biography, relates the following singular anecdote. "At Barnborough there is a tradition extant, of a serious conflict that once took place between a man and a wild cat. The inhabitants say, that the fight commenced in an adjacent wood, and that it was continued thence into the porch of the church. I do not recollect in what manner it is reported to have begun; but they state that it ended fatally to both combatants. A rude painting in the church commemorates the event; and the accidentally natural red tinge of some of the stone, is considered as stains of blood still remaining.""
If you really want to know why don’t you visit St. Peter’s, Barnburgh yourself and see if the blood stains are still there.
A TRIP TO HELL!
THIS STORY WAS TOLD TO ME AS FACT AND EVEN NOW CONCERNS ME
An English family was taking a holiday aboard “can’t remember country”
the father of the family was a keen mountain climber and was tracking up a local volcano that was still active.
Half way up he saw a neighbor he knew from home ascending the volcano in front of him, he shouted him but his neighbor carried on walking paying no attention.
The father then noticed that his neighbour’s attire was all wrong for he was wearing his best suit.
In a rush to find what was wrong he hurried to catch him up but to his surprise could not catch him even though his neighbour was older and out of shape.
His neighbour disappeared over the summit.
In a frantic rush to warn his neighbour the volcano was active he scrambled the last ten yards and reached the summit.
He shouted his neighbor again this time his neighbour looked back up at him.
He smiled a sinister grin and waved goodbye before proceeding to walk straight into the thick smoke obscuring the molten lava.
Shocked the father returned back down the volcano into the hotel bar and took a large drink to calm his nerves after a few drinks put it down to his imagination due to the thin air at high altitude.
Over breakfast his wife appeared at the table her eyes red and looking upset he forgot his own troubles and asked what’s wrong?
It’s our neighbour Mr. Brown I just phoned home to see how my mom was coping looking after our house and she said that Mr. Brown died yesterday.
He then told his wife what he had seen and explained he was sure heed seen his neighbour walk in to hell.
But he didn’t stop there every one he saw in England that mentioned Mr. Brown he told them he witnessed him walk in to hell.
It didn’t take long for Mrs. Brown to hear about this and sue him for slander.
During this time the media picked up on the story
( this is true maybe some one can find the article)
Hears the scary bit.
The trail lasted a few days and the ruling of the court came back as follows.
He was acquitted even though he never retracted his statement because the court ruled that he had in fact witnessed Mr. Brown go to HELL!.
Hears another similar story however I feel this is fiction
Geologists working somewhere in remote Siberia had drilled a hole some 14.4 kilometers deep (about 9 miles) when the drill bit suddenly began to rotate wildly. A Mr. Azzacov (identified as the project's manager) was quoted as saying they decided that the center of the earth was hollow. Supposedly, the geologists measured temperatures of over 2,000 degrees in the deep hole. They lowered super sensitive microphones to the bottom of the well, and to their astonishment they heard the sounds of thousands, perhaps millions, of suffering souls screaming.
Lisa's parents were gone at a party for the evening. And all poor Lisa had to do was stay home and watch her two little siblings, making sure they didn't get in any trouble.
Wishing she were out hanging with her friends on a clear and beautiful Friday night instead of at home baby sitting the two brats, Lisa flicked on the TV in the den.
The kids were in the next room, the living room, playing with their toys. After flipping the channels for what seemed like hours, she finally came across a made-for-TV movie that looked pretty good. A romance, her favorite. As Lisa started to settle into the movie, the kids came in, demanding that they were hungry and wanted something to eat. So while the kids took over the television, Lisa went into the kitchen to make spaghetti for the three of them.
Just as everything was about to be finished, the phone rang. Lisa went to answer but her stupid little brother got to it first and said, "Hello? Smith residence." No answer. "Gimme the phone!" Lisa said, snatching from her brother. "Hello, who is this?" Lisa demanded. "I'm near" said the voice on the other side. "Near where?" Lisa replied, but there was nothing but a dial tone.
A little shaken, Lisa checked on the kids and finished preparations for dinner. She set up the table and poured out spaghetti for everyone. After everyone chowed down, the kids decided to take a nap on the couch while Lisa finished up the movie. As she turned on the TV, she saw it was almost over. "Great.." she mumbled right before the phone rang again.
Forgetting the previous episode, she ran to the phone before it woke the kids and shattered her peace. Snatching up the receiver, she blurted, "Hello?". "I'm closer" reported the other end. "Huh, excuse me?" said Lisa. But once again, nothing but a dial tone. Lisa was bugging out now. "I'm near, I'm closer? What the hell?" she wondered aloud. Deciding to get to the bottom of it she called the operator. "Yes, how may I help you?" the operator said.
"I'm getting a couple of strange phone calls here and I was wondering if you can tell me where they came from?" asked Lisa.
"No," replied the operator, "but I could put a tap on your line and the next time he calls I can tell you where it came from." Lisa thanked the operator and hung up.
She walked over to the kids and woke them up. She didn't want to scare them but she had to have them awake in case of emergency. Lisa deliberated on calling her parents, but she decided that she old enough to handle this herself. "I'm 17, and I'm tough" Lisa knew, "I can handle this". Just a she was summoning her courage, the phone rang. Lisa told the kids to stay quiet and on the couch. She answered the phone with a faint, "Hello?" The weirdo said, "I'm here now, and my, it is so sharp..." He giggled in the background.. "Huh? Wh.. What's so sharp?" Lisa blurted. "Where are you?" But the man hung up.
Instantly the phone rang again. It was operator. "My God, those calls are coming from inside your house! Get out now, and I will call the police!!"
Lisa slammed down the phone, grabbed her keys and the kids and flew out the front door. They got in the car and locked all the doors. All of a sudden, police cars came roaring up the driveway. One car checked on the kids while four policeman burst into the house. They searched everywhere until the finally came to attic. Upon going in they found a young man in the corner with a cellular phone and a huge butcher knife, getting ready to head downstairs.
A young girl was babysitting two young children. She sent them to bed and soon started doing some homework when the phone rang.
She picked it up, "Hello?" she said. There was a man on the other end, "Have you checked the children yet?" was the only thing he said before CLICK, and the line went dead. About and hour later the phone rang again, it was the man. "Have you checked on the children yet?” The girl was beginning to get scared, fifteen minutes later the phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered hesitantly. "Why haven't you checked on the children yet?!" The man demanded. The girl hung up and called the operator. The operator told her that she would trace the call the next time the man called her. Sure enough, a little while later he called again: "Go upstairs and check on the children" he said.
The girl hung up and called the operator, "Get out!" the operator said, "The calls are coming from inside the house!". The girl rushed to the door and ran outside. When the police came they found the children dead in their beds.
In other versions I have heard, the babysitter is babysitting in an apartment and the calls are traced from the apartment downstairs. When the babysitter looks out into the hallway she sees a man walking towards their apartment with an axe, and a murderous grin on his face.
My friend told me this version of "The Call" when I was little, only later did I hear the 'real' ending.
The body of the story is the same: there are a couple of scary phone calls, then the operator traces them into the house and says get out. The babysitter then runs to get the 3 kids sleeping upstairs. She gets the 5 year old first and then goes into the 6 month old baby's room.
In the crib and around the floor she notices blood and footprints leading into the 8 year old's room. Gripped with fear she continues telling the 5 year old to run to the neighbors' house as fast as possible and wait for the police.
The babysitter enters the 8year old boy's room and sees more blood, but sill no sign of the kids. Then, at the end of the hall in the dad's office she hears a muffled baby's cry and notices light steaming under the door. Grabbing a metal bat from the boys room, she courageously swings open the door, and to her horror.....The eight year old is sitting on his father's desk, playing with the baby and wearing his dad's "blood" stained boots. Next to him is his dad's cell phone, a tube of fake blood, and on his face a huge grin. It was all an elaborate prank to scare the babysitter whom he did not like. She sighed with relief then yelled at the boy all the way down stairs and told him he must explain this to the police. She never babysat for that family again!
HEAD ON A STICK
A young couple were happily driving home well after midnight one night. They had enjoyed a party until the early hours of the morning and were exhausted; both looked forward to getting home and retiring to bed with the sounds of the party still in there head
It was a slow drive down the newly chosen dirt road and the car headlights did nothing to penetrate the thick black night and scrub that surrounded them.
Unexpectedly the car hit something on the road. Not knowing what it was the boy stopped immediately and hopped out to investigate. "Oh No!" he exclaimed as he spied a large log wedged underneath. He turned to see that there was also now a large stream of smoke escaping from his old, tired cars engine. The boy kicked at the log, knowing that he would need to do more than kick it to dislodge it from under his car. "Just my luck!" he thought as he got back in the vehicle and told the girl of what had happened.
"I'm going to have to walk back to the main road for help" he said, "Stay in the car and I'll be back soon" was his last words as he climbed out of the vehicle, hunched his shoulders and walked off into the darkness on his own.
The girl turned on the radio before falling to sleep
STARTLED, she awoke suddenly. "what was that?!", sleepy confusion was fogging her thoughts as she shook her head with the distinct impression that something had happened Peering out the windscreen and into the side mirror all she could see was darkness, darkness and more darkness. The night was as quiet as anything, hadn't she heard night noises before? Why on earth was it so still and quiet now, surely something must have woken me!
Then she herd a loud thump
"THUMP, THUMP". The loud noise happened again, and a small scream escaped from her mouth. What do I do, what is it, somebody help me, were all thoughts running madly through her mind. I'm alone out here in the darkness, what on earth do I do? "THUMP!" there it goes again, somebody is up there!
Tears of utter fear and horror crawled from her eyes and down her cheeks, there was no help, she was alone, and there was most probably a monster on the roof about to eat her.
THUMP.......again..................THUMP THUMP. The fear overcame her, she decided that she wouldn't be a sitting duck; she would open the door and make a run for it. If she couldn't see into the thick darkness of the night, surely the monster couldn't.
"THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP" and that was it. Fumbling with the lock (she'd forgotten that she'd locked all the doors earlier) and the door handle, tears now streaming from here eyes and blurring her vision, she threw the door open, to be greeted by flashing blue lights
As she was attempting to both crawl and regain her feet and run, bright lights suddenly flooded the area.
She could only see the bulbs and dark shadows behind the lights. She was rapidly succumbing to shock as she heard some voice saying something into a loud speaker. Shading her eyes she could still hear the voice, it sounded like a fairly authoritative voice and it was giving some sort of instructions to her.
"Lady, move away from your car and whatever you do, don't look back". Again "Ma'am would you please continue moving towards us do not look back, face us and don't look back". There were possibly 10 to 15 Squad cars and double that amount of police officers with guns drawn. She instantly turned and faced the car.
On the roof of the car was what appeared to be a monster, or it could it be a deformed human? it was drooling madly as it laughed and banged railing spike on the car roof on the end was her boyfriends head.
Variations on this story:
The boyfriend is often hanging from a tree with his hands scratching the car roof.
The story has been featured in films such as "Urban Legends" and other teen scream films.
HUMANS CAN LICK TOO
A young teenage girl lived at home with her mother, father and her much loved pet dog.
Being 16 years old her parents decided that she was now old enough to be left alone without a minder while they went out for the evening. Although there was some concern about leaving a young girl in a house all by herself, they knew she was sensible and would behave. And besides, she did have the pet Alsatian dog to look after her and keep her company.
The parents left for the night, leaving Emergency phone numbers and supplies for the night. The girl was thrilled to be spending her first night alone in her parents house and mainly watched TV until 11.00 rolled round.
Deciding she was tired she moved upstairs to her comfy bedroom to retire for the night. Her trusty Alsatian dog following her all the time.
After being asleep for a short time she awoke to a dripping noise coming from the bathroom. Not afraid, but curious as to what the noise was she lowered her hand down beside her bed to gain a little comfort from the Alsatian. She felt the warmth of his soft tongue as he licked her hand, showing her that he was O.K and that everything would be alright. Feeling assured she drifted off to sleep once more.
Waking once again to the sounds of the dripping tap, or whatever it was, in the bathroom she instinctively dropped her hand down to pet her dog. Once again her dog offered up the loyal companionship that only a much trusted and loved pet can, and licked her hand and she once again fell asleep.
For the last time she woke up again, that annoying noise was still going, she reached for her dog but found he wasn't there. Wondering where her parents were at this time of night (it was about 3.30am by this time) and looking for her dog she walked out into the bathroom.
A horrifying sight met her, the dog had been mutilated and was creating the dripping noise, as blood slowly fell and pooled on the floor below. Screaming she ran back through the house and attempted to call the police. The phone was dead, and she turned to suddenly see her parents also mutilated behind her. Her screams could be heard as she looked down at a note written in blood, it read:
"Humans Can Lick Too My Beautiful".
She then runs madly for the stairs only to see a black figure waiting with open arms to catch her.
Variations on this story:
The girl is baby sitting some children for the night, she walks outside to throw out the garbage. The parents have left the home pleading with the young babysitter to beware if the air sirens sound as this is warning that a criminal has escaped from the local asylum.
While throwing out the trash the siren sounds, the girl runs inside locking the doors and windows. She takes comfort from the dog licking her hand on the couch. Same ending.
Written on bathroom mirror beside dog is "Maniacs like hands".
She views long haired, insane type man under her bed when lightning flashes as she is petting him. After police arrive they find he was living in his own room in the attic.
Girl ends up being pulled under the bed by maniac and killed.
DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS
Two college girls named Miranda and Louise shared a dorm room together. One night Louise told Miranda she had a mild case of the flu and felt pretty lousy, and wanted to be left alone. Miranda was sympathetic and took her books to the library to study so Louise could have the room to herself.
Later that evening, Miranda met a very nice guy who wanted to take her to a bar. But she remembered she had left her ID back in the dorm and would need to get it to prove she was old enough to get into the bar. Remembering that Louise was sick and not wanting to disturb her, Miranda didn't turn on the lights when she went into the room. She just walked in, fumbled on the dresser for her card, and left.
Miranda had a good time at the bar with the boy. At midnight he drove her back to the dorm. Police cars were everywhere. Frightened college students huddled in shivering groups. Yellow crime-scene tape was blocking the door to the one of the dorm rooms. Miranda panicked, screamed that the room was hers, and pushed past detectives to get inside.
Louise's mutilated, dismembered body was sitting on her bed in a lake of blood. She had been stabbed repeatedly and hacked to pieces. Sickened by the sight, Miranda ran into the bathroom and vomited. After she emptied her stomach, she went to the sink to wash her face. Scrawled on the mirror in blood was a message from the killer written just for her:
"AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS?"
This is a version of the "Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights" story that I heard as a child.
Cindy and Mary shared a dorm room at college. Cindy was more into partying than into school, while Mary spent most of her time studying. Mary hummed under her breath a lot while she was studying, something that really bothered Cindy.
One night Cindy came home late from a party, and Mary was already in bed with the lights off. Cindy was kind of hung over, and when Mary started humming "Oh Susannah" she got really mad. She yelled at Mary and told her to shut up. The humming stopped for a while, then started up again just as Cindy was drifting off to sleep. She yelled at Mary to shut up again, and this time she listened.
The next morning when Cindy got up, Mary was still asleep, with the covers completely over her. Cindy went to her closet; to get dressed and just then Mary started humming "Oh Susannah" again. Cindy had had enough, and whirled around screaming "Shut up Mary or..." but she stopped in midsentence when she saw a big black man standing in the corner, holding a machete in one hand and Mary's head in the other.
He was humming "Oh Susannah" as he started walking toward Cindy.
I've heard a different version of didn't turn on the lights.
Here it is.
There is a girl named Leslie and she shared a dorm with another girl named Arline (Arline was kind of a ****). So Leslie wouldn't be surprised if she came home and heard Arline doing it.
So one night after she comes in from studding from the library she hears Arline being murdered but she thinks she’s just with another guy again. So she just puts on her headphones and goes to sleep.
The next morning she wakes up and there's a puddle of blood on Arlines bed. On the wall behind the bed the killer wrote Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights? In Arline's blood. So there it is.
This story can be found throughout the u.s.a and uk since the early 70's
Urban Legend: Chanting "Bloody Mary!" thirteen times in front of a candlelit mirror in an otherwise dark room will summon her vengeful spirit.
The Story: Go into a room with a mirror and turn all the lights off. Bathrooms seem to be perfect for this since they almost always have a mirror and are usually dark at night with the lights off and the door closed. Light a candle, look into the mirror, start chanting "Bloody Mary" . You have to do this 13 times, of course. You should see Bloody Mary behind your left shoulder after the thirteenth time.
Beware, she has been reported to
1.) Kill the person calling her,
2.) Scratch their eyes out,
3.) Drive the person mad or
4.) pull the person into the mirror with her.
This is an old legend, it has been around for ages. A folklorist, Janet Langlois, published an essay on the legend back in 1978.
At that time, the legend was wide spread across the USA and England and a popular slumber party ritual done by girls as well as boys.
No one knows the true origins of the Bloody Mary tale, she's been known to be anything from a witch that was killed for practicing witchcraft to a modern day woman killed in a car crash, to Mary queen of Scotts
depending on what part of the world you live in.
It was made popular again in the film Urban Legends in 1999.
STONE CIRCLE WISHES
You will find this legend associated around most stone circles.
A certain number of witches
"Depending on how many stones are in the circle"
Where performing a ritual when the devil or another witch cursed them and turned them to stone usually there is one large stone said to be the leader of the sect.
And on the anniversary or full moon at midnight they return to there original form and dance around again.
This story can be found at most stone circles or fairy rings.
There is one near by in Derbyshire called the seven ladies
TRAPPED IN A CEMETARY
Urban Legend: A person makes a bet with their friends that they can spend the night in a cemetery and are is found dead in the morning in the arms of a graveyard statue.
What It's About:
A person makes a bet with a group of friends that he or she (more often it's a she) can spend the night in the cemetery.
The person is found dead in the morning, laying across the arms of a large statue, usually of an angel with it's arms out-stretched.
This legend also included a statue of an old woman seated with her arms out stretched, a woman standing with her arms out-stretched.
Variations on this are:
as an initiation into a gang, or into a high school clique.
The dead person is found dead with no sign of injury or has also been found to be sitting on the lap of the seated statue with crushed ribs, presumably by the arms of the statue. But the end result is always the same, the person is dead in the arms of the statue.
This legend has been told as having happened in various parts of the world but no true origins can be found
The mysterious footprints, which appeared overnight in heavy snowfall in Southern Devon in 1855, have never been adequately explained. According to contemporary reports, they stretched for over a hundred miles, and went through solid walls and haystacks, appearing on the other side as though there was no barrier. The extent of the footprints may have been exaggerated at the time, and they may have been the result of freak atmospheric conditions. But in truth the footprints - if that is what they were - still remain a complete mystery.
On the night of the 8th of February 1855, heavy snowfall blanketed the countryside and small villages of Southern Devon. The last snow is thought to have fallen around midnight, and between this time and around 6.00am the following morning, something (or some things) left a myriad of tracks in the snow, stretching for a hundred miles or more, from the River Exe, to Totnes on the river Dart.
The early risers were the first to find them, strange hoof-shaped prints in straight lines, passing over rooftops, through walls and covering huge areas of land. A set of the prints were even supposed to have bridged a two mile span of the river Exe, continuing on the other side as if the creature had walked over the water.
It soon became clear that the phenomenon was widespread, and some of the more scientifically minded examined the prints in detail. One naturalist sketched some of the marks, and measured the distance between them, it was found to be eight and a half inches. This spacing seemed to be consistant wherever the tracks were measured. It was also noted that the way in which they were set out, one in front of the other, suggested a biped rather than a creature walking on four legs.
Some clergymen suggested that the prints belonged to the Devil, who was roaming the countryside in search of sinners (a great ploy to fill the churches), while others rejected the idea as superstition. It is true that a feeling of unease had spread through some of the population, who watched carefully to see if the strange footprints would return. They did not and after a couple of days the news spread out of Devon and made the national press. The phenomena sparked correspondence in some of the leading papers including the Times and the Illustrated news.
A man and wife were driving late one night when they were flagged down by a woman that appeared to be hurt. She claimed she'd been in an accident and her baby was alive but trapped in the car. The man told her to wait with his wife and he'd see what he could do. He got to the car and found a couple obviously dead in the front seat but a baby crying in a carseat. He cut the baby loose and returned to his own car. When he got there his wife was alone, he asked her where the woman had went and she replied that she'd followed him to the wreck. He left the baby with his wife and went back to the car to find her. When he got there he realized the woman who'd been instantly killed in the front seat had been the one who'd flagged him down.
A young lady driving alone down the highway one night say a large gray-haired woman slowly walking along the side of the road. She pulled over and offered the old woman a ride. As they rode along, the women made small-talk. As the old lady offered her a stick of gum, she noticed the old woman's hands were very wide and the knuckles were badly scarred, she also saw how incredibly hairy the woman's arm was. Realizing her mistake, she swerved and said she thought she'd hit something, then she stopped and asked the old lady if she'd take a look. When the old lady was behind the car, the girl sped off. The young girl immediately felt guilty realizing that she had probably just been an old woman, and in her nervousness she had behaved very badly. She felt even worse when she notice the old woman's purse sitting in the floor of the passenger side. Realizing she couldn't just go on with it, she lifted it from the floor and saw that inside it was filled with wallets, watches and jewelry and a large bloody hunting knife.
During World War II a couple were driving home one night and picked up a hitchhiker. The man barely spoke during the ride, but as he got out he thanked the couple and told them to repay their kindness, he'd answer any question they may ask. The driver smiled and said "Allright, when will the war end?" the hitchhiker replied "The war will end in July as surely as you will have a dead man in your car before you get home." Unsettled, the couple said good-bye and drove off. Before they reached home they saw a wrecked ambulance by the road, they picked up the driver and a badly hurt patient. By the time they reached the hospital, the patient had already died. As the shock wore off, the couple regretted that they hadn't asked the hitchhiker what year.
A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an axe.
The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself? No one knows for sure.
A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return. With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police. The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play. As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife but his life fell into a shambles he was so filled with grief.
Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain. Years later in Borneo he came upon a freakshow in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.
Two guys were driving down the highway one night, when they see a lovely young girl standing by the road shivering. They stop and offer her a ride, and lent her an overcoat. When they dropped her off at her house, they forgot the overcoat as she got out. The next morning they dropped by to get it and see that the girl was ok, her mother told them her only daughter died in a car accident long ago, and showed them her grave as proof. Neatly folded on the grave was the over coat.
This one is told many different ways, in some the girl disappears before they get to her destination, so the guys stop at the house to see what's going on. In some the guys take the girl to the prom before she leaves with the overcoat. Sometimes she died exactly a year ago to the date, others she died many years ago, but something like this happens every anniversary of her death. Usually she died in the place where the boys picked her up.
One of the Ball Brothers, of the canning jar family, had a great fear of being buried alive. He had a telephone installed in his tomb so he could call out if this happened to him. A few days after he died some of his wife's family got worried because they could only get a busy signal on her phone. Upon entering her home, they found her dead, a look of fright frozen on her face, clutching the phone. When they went to entomb her after the funeral a couple of days later, the phone inside the crypt was off the hook!!!!!!!
A long time ago in the small town of Uniontown, Pensylvania there was a young women who fell in love with a young man that belonged to a church. Although their love was forbidden they kept at it. Soon the couple had a child and the young man left the church. As soon as this happened the townspeople began thinking the woman was a witch, since in those days it was very wrong to lead a man away from the church.
The townspeople took the woman and child (which was only a few months old) tied them up, and put them on the railroad tracks at night. As they stood there waiting for the train the woman and her child were screeming and crying. Soon the train appeared and was bearing down upon the two. Just before the train killed them both she swore a curse on those responsible for it.
By next year all those people responsible for the crime were dead. The old railroad still exists where this took place and upon every 14 of April (or possibly August) you can go down to those tracks at the stroke of midnight and put your ear close. What you will hear is the screaming of the mother and child just before the train hit them...
The Baobhan Sith is a particularly evil and dangerous female vampire from the highlands of Scotland. They were supposed to prey on unwary travellers in the glens and mountains. The name suggests a form of Banshee. A common tale is told of 4 young friends who set off on a hunting trip in the glens, benighted the men take refuge in an abandoned Shieldig (small cottage).
Darkness falls quickly and the men build a fire in the hearth and set about entertaining themselves for the night. One of them is a talented singer, and sings as his companions begin to dance around the room. One of the men wishes that they had the company of women and speaks as such. Seconds after he has spoken 4 women appear at the door and begin dancing with the three men.
Suddenly the atmosphere changes and the women become frenzied, imbued with supernatural strength they tear at the dancers and blood begins to spill around the room. Terrified the young man who was supplying the music runs out of the door with one of the creatures at his heels. He takes refuge between the horses and this seems to create a barrier over which the creature can not cross. He spends a long and cold night between the horses, with the Boabhan Sith circling around waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him. At last dawn breaks and the creature disappears.
When he returns to the shieldig a ghastly sight greets him. All his companions are dead, sprawled around the floor in agonising positions completely drained of blood. Traditionally supernatural creatures are afraid of iron, and taking refuge in the wild horses may have saved him because of the horse's iron shoes.
Two sisters were motoring through Cape Cod late one stormy night in the early 1900's when their car broke down in an unpopulated area. Seeing an old, neglected house nearby, they went to the door and tugged on the bell-pull. When no one answered, they looked through a nearby window whose shutter was banging in the bitter wind. The window was broken. Through the window, they could see a library. The dust lay heavy over everything.
The women decided to take shelter for the night and find someone to tow the car the next day. They brought blankets in from the car, their feet leaving tracks in the thick dust of the floor as they settled in for the night.
Sometime later, they were both suddenly awakened. A bedraggled sailor, dripping wet, was standing next to the fireplace as if he were looking to dry himself before a non-existent fire. The sailor was glowing in the dark. The braver of the sisters finally called out a strangled: "Who is there?"
The sailor muttered something they could not make out and disappeared. Deciding it was a dream, the sisters lay back down to sleep. But the next morning, they found a patch of wet salt water by the fireplace, and a piece of seaweed. And there were no footprints in the dust by the fireplace save their own.
The sisters hurried out to their car. Soon, they were given a tow to the nearest village by a passing motorist. There they asked about the abandoned house. They were told the house had been empty for years. The people who owned it had a son who was driven from home by his father and had drowned at sea. The family had moved away because they claimed strange things kept happening at night.
A few months later, one of the sisters told her tale at a dinner party. A museum curator seated near her volunteered to test the seaweed for her. The curator sent her a message several days later. The message simply said that the seaweed she had found in the abandoned house was a rare type of seaweed only found on dead bodies.
A sheet of polished glass plated with silver.
Through the years, mirrors have become a key object for myth and horror. Is it just a piece of reflecting glass, or is there something more?
Several stories are centered on the magic mirror, one bewitched, that talks or shows the opposite of what is really true. Such stories were a delight to young children in their early years.
For example, the story of Snow White. The wicked stepmother possessed a mirror that had the ability to answer whatever question she asked. In reality, there are a few objects that could have actually inspired the blunt interpretation of this “magic mirror”. This device is called a Black Mirror (similar to the Crystal Ball). The Black Mirror is a black reflective glass, unlike the bright, regular mirror, has an entirely different purpose. The user of the Black Mirror would gaze into his or her reflection on the glass, with undivided concentration, the user’s reflection disappears, and the Black Mirror becomes a window to the Spirit World. This may be understood by some people to be just asking a magic mirror for the answer to your questions, because we should know by now that it doesn’t work.
Mirrors are not only a motif in children’s fairy tales, but an element in the genre of Horror as well:
In horror movies: the mirror hangs on the wall as the character walks by quickly in front. The reflection of the spirit following is seen only in the mirror.
In older traditions, if someone dies in a house, the mirrors inside must be covered enshrouded with cloth when the body is carried out past. This comes from the belief that the spirit of the dead will become trapped inside of the mirror if not covered.
Which brings us to the stories of spirits that reside in mirrors, either in individual glasses, able to jump from frame to frame, or even whole races that inhabit a realm that lies on the other side of the mirror.
-The Legend of Bloody Mary
An angry spirit that is said or appear in the mirror to the one who conjures her. This spirit is said to be able to jump from mirror to mirror. In variations of the story, the core of the spirit exists in one mirror and will cease to exist of that one mirror is destroyed. The origins of this legend are numerous.
-The Legend of the Demonic Goddess Lilith, and her daughters The Succubi
The legend that Lilith who abandoned her creator and Adam at the time of Creation has been able to survive well on her own, in the world of mirrors. This legend suggests that every mirror on earth is a window to the world of Lilin, descendants of Lilith. One story specifies that the Daughters of Lilith watch closely the surface of mirrors, seeking a naïve and narcissistic human. She then passes through the portal of the worlds and enters the human body through the mortal’s eyes, resulting in a Demon Possession.
And lastly after the whole stories and fully developed legends, come the shorter superstitions of mirrors:
Breaking a mirror will result in 7 years of bad luck this belief comes from the days when mirrors were owned primarily by the wealthy families and were expensive to replace in broken by the clumsy servant. So this “fact” was fabricated to prevent people from recklessly smashing mirrors whenever they felt like.
Seeing your reflection in a mirror in a dream is quickly by Death.
The origins of this superstition are unknown, but were taken seriously by people in the mid 1800’s to early 1900’s.
In these stories, legends, and superstitions, the mirror also has symbolic qualities:
The Mirror of Truth, is held by the virgin that tames the Unicorn. A symbol of how Good cannot be replaced by anything else and will be identified by others.
In larger sheets of glass this is most common. In larger mirrors it is harder to get the glass to stay completely flat. This results in a distorted mirror. A ripple on the surface of your reflection. But sometimes your reflection changes due to the lighting, the strain of concentrating your eyes or just in your mind. This is an interpretation of what your reflection is to your mind, it may vary from yourself to the next person. But remember that mirrors are merely a glass coated on one side that reflect back anything else it happens to capture in its frame, ensnaring the imagination and remains of fractured tales of many over the years.
'Herne' was one of the keepers of the 'Forest of Windsor' in the reign of 'King Richard II' and known for his great hunting and woodcraft skills. Whilst King Richard favoured Herne his fellow hunters it is said hated him and plotted to cause Herne's downfall.
One day the royal party were out on a hunt the king was nearly killed when attacked by a stag. Herne stepped in to help the king taking the main blow and fell to the floor. He seemed to be dead. Suddenly a dark figure appeared amongst the party and announced himself as 'Philip Urswick'. He then proceeded to inform the king that for a reward he would cure Herne.
After cutting the head off the stag and binding it to Herne's head, the party took Herne to Urswick's own hut which was located on 'Bagshot Heath'. Urswick vowed that he would take great care of Herne. King Richard then announced that if Herne recovered he would promote Herne to be the chief keeper.
Unbeknown to the king the other hunters were later in contact with Urswick and told him of their loathing for the favoured keeper announcing that they were disappointed that he had not died in the incident. Urswick promised the hunters revenge but only if his first wish and the reward was granted. He told them that Herne would recover but would loose all his hunting skills. Satisfied with his answer, the hunters agreed.
Keeping his promise to the king it seemed, Urswick soon had Herne returned to court whereupon he was promoted to chief keeper. Herne seemed to have recovered thoroughly until it became apparent that his hunting skills had disappeared. The king was extremely disappointed with Herne revoked the promotion. It is said that this is the reason why Herne, being so grieved by the king's actions, hanged himself from an Oak tree in Windsor forest. His body disappeared under suspicious circumstances.
Urswick did not reveal the charm that he had cast upon Herne to the king. A new chief hunter was appointed but he too, once promoted, lost his skill. The same happened to his successor too. Urswick was asked to remove the charm. Before making any agreement, Urswick informed the hunters that they would have to meet him at the Oak. Once there they would be told what had to be done to dispel the charm.
The group of hunters arrived at the Oak as asked and after waiting a short time Urswick appeared. He told the them that Herne's death was on each of them and that horses and hounds should be brought to the oak the next night. Agreeing they made preparations and returned to the forest. On reaching the Oak Herne appeared on a horse and told them to follow him to another area of the forest. Herne took the party to a Beech tree and whilst there Urswick suddenly appeared out of the tree covered in flames. Herne had summoned Urswick to appear. Urswick then made the party swear an oath to Herne that they would form a band of hunters with Herne as their leader to dispel the charm.
Urswick's promise had been satisfied and the hunters became a faithful if not loving band of men loyal to Herne. For many nights the group would raid the forest taking deer until very few were left. King Richard came to learn of their pursuits, and decided to make a visit to he oak. He was angry and desired revenge upon the men.
Once there Herne appeared to the king and learnt of his anger. Herne listened and said that if the king wished him to leave the forest, taking his power with him, the king would have to agree to a request. Doubtless Herne wanted revenge upon his enemies who had desired his death. The king agreed to his request, and the group of men were hanged. Herne was then never seen again.
It is reputed though that Herne returned and reigned supreme, taking control of the forest of Windsor for eight years after the death of King Richard.
Many versions of the Herne legend exist. Some say that Herne hanged himself after committing a terrible crime, whilst another tells of a forest demon that takes on his appearance. The demon is said to place stag horns on its head haunting the forest still trying to convince keepers that it is Herne and that they should sell their souls to him.
In Corona, California there once was a road known by most locals as the Never Ending Road .Specifically, the roads true name was Lester Road. Now, over twenty years later, the landscape of Corona has changed, and the Never Ending Road is no more. However, years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen from again.
The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. One night, like many teens my age, I drove up Lester Road, but only a short distance, and in my headlights it did look like it went on forever. Frightened, I quickly turned around, because if I continued up the road, I may never return again.
Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at its end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bodies of the victims still strapped to their seats.
"Barang" is loosely translated as "voodoo" and is a form of witchcraft in the Philippines. Barang ranges from intentional voodoo to deep emotional resentment towards somebody. But unlike other forms of voodoo, Barang only exists in the Philippines and only includes the complex placement of a foreign object inside the unknowing victim's body and while they are still alive!
The story of Barang incidents is popular and widespread in the Philippines and are not taken so lightly by the locals. One occurrence of a Barang from a small village that I recently visited there is about a woman and his lover. The woman was a pretty lady, the local villagers often look up to this fine maiden because of her fair skin compared to the majority which is brown. The young woman however thinks highly of herself and one day met a simple man who was a son of a farmer. The man had never loved before, simple as he is his only concern is farming. But the woman, thinking that her beauty isn't something to be ignored, made constant moves towards the man until finally the man took notice.
The man quickly fell in love with the woman. Every afternoon, after a hard day's work in the fields, the man would pay the woman a visit bringing with him flowers and a guitar where he would serenade her sweetly. The woman took a liking in the simple man and everyday she would look out her window to hear the man play his guitar from outside the gates.
One day, while the man and the woman were together sitting underneath the shade of a tree the woman asked the man if he loved her. The man said he loved her more than anything in the world. Pleased the woman gave the man a kiss on the cheek and whispered to him to build her a house for the two of them to live in when they get married. Only thing is it has to be complete in a month.
Soon the man sought the help of the local villagers to build a house for the soon-to-be couple. The villagers eagerly helped thinking how these two lovebirds deserved each other. The man, with the help of the villagers, began to mix cement and hammer wood together. After a month the sturdy house was completed.
But soon after the house was finished, rumours of the woman leaving the small village to go to the big city and become an actress spread out, never to come back again. Broken hearted and filled with rage, the man who gave up everything started to curse* the woman.
"These walls will be your bones! And these doors your lungs" and so on, describing each part of the house as an organ in her body. The man began to smash the concrete walls with a sledge hammer. Then the woman was said to have been performing on stage one day when all of a sudden in a shriek of pain the woman held tight to her legs as the bones inside of them seem to be cracking and breaking down. The woman cried even louder in horror as she can feel her legs get softer and boneless to the surprise and shock of them audience. As for the doors and lungs part, If I can remember correctly, the man shut every single door and the woman finally died of suffocation.
The Apostle's Creed is a profession of one's faith in God, particularly for Catholics. The Apostle's Creed is more than just a prayer but a short yet concise declaration of the history of the Catholic faith, from the Creation to the End Times.
In one particular old Catholic university in the Philippines, a student went to the washroom to wash her face. Afterwards, she looked into the mirror and saw a figure resembling a demon. Frozen in fear the girl recited the Our Father whereas she saw the demon recite the Our Father with her laughing. She then recited the Apostle's Creed and the demon vanished.
Of course, it is only going to work if you have faith.
In the movie Stuck on You with Matt Damon and Greg Kinnear, in the very first part when they get out of bed they show a bottom camera shot toward there legs. If you pause the movie you can clearly see a face of a ghost under the bed. They say the location where that scene was filmed is haunted.
A werewolf (also lycanthrope or wolfman) in folklore and mythology is a person who shapeshifts into a wolf, either purposely, by using magic, or after being placed under a curse. The medieval chronicler Gervase of Tilbury associated the transformation with the appearance of the full moon, but this concept was rarely associated with the werewolf until the idea was picked up by modern fiction writers. Most modern fiction agrees that a werewolf can be killed if shot by a silver bullet, although this was not a feature of folk legends. Werewolves are sometimes held to become vampires after death.
Historical legends describe a wide variety of methods for becoming a werewolf. One of the simplest was the removal of clothing and putting on a belt made of wolf skin, probably a substitute for the assumption of an entire animal skin which also is frequently described. In other cases the body is rubbed with a magic salve. To drink water out of the footprint of the animal in question or to drink from certain enchanted streams were also considered effectual modes of accomplishing metamorphosis. Olaus Magnus says that the Livonian werewolves were initiated by draining a cup of specially prepared beer and repeating a set formula. Ralston in his Songs of the Russian People gives the form of incantation still familiar in Russia. It is also said that the seventh son of the seventh son will become werewolf. Another is to be directly bitten by a werewolf, where the saliva enters the blood stream.
In Galician, Portuguese and Brazilian folklore, it is the seventh of the sons (but sometimes the seventh child, a boy, after a line of six daughters) who becomes a werewolf In Portugal, the seventh daughter is supposed to become a witch and the seventh son a werewolf; the seventh son often gets the christian name "Bento" (Portuguese form of "Benedict", meaning "blessed") as this is believed to prevent him from becoming a werewolf later in life. The belief in the curse of the seventh son was so extended in Northern Argentina (where the werewolf is called the "lobizón"), that seventh sons were abandoned, ceded in adoption or killed. A law from 1920 decreed that the President of Argentina is the godfather of every seventh son. Thus, the State gives him a gold medal in his baptism and a scholarship until his 21st year. This ended the abandonments, but it is still traditional that the President godfathers seventh sons.
Various methods also existed for removing the beast-shape. The simplest was the act of the enchanter (operating either on himself or on a victim), and another was the removal of the animal belt or skin. To kneel in one spot for a hundred years, to be reproached with being a werewolf, to be saluted with the sign of the cross, or addressed thrice by baptismal name, to be struck three blows on the forehead with a knife, or to have at least three drops of blood drawn have also been mentioned as possible cures. Many European folk tales include throwing an iron object over or at the werewolf, to make it reveal its human form.
In other cases the transformation was supposed to be accomplished by Satanic agency voluntarily submitted to, and that for the most loathsome ends, in particular for the gratification of a craving for human flesh. "The werewolves," writes Richard Verstegan (Restitution of Decayed Intelligence, 1628), "are certayne sorcerers, who having annoynted their bodies with an ointment which they make by the instinct of the devil, and putting on a certayne inchaunted girdle, does not only unto the view of others seem as wolves, but to their own thinking have both the shape and nature of wolves, so long as they wear the said girdle. And they do dispose themselves as very wolves, in worrying and killing, and most of humane creatures." Such were the views about lycanthropy current throughout the continent of Europe when Verstegan wrote. The ointments and salves in question may have contained hallucinogenic agents.
Becoming a werewolf simply by being bitten by another werewolf as a form of contagion is common in modern fiction, but rare in legend, in which werewolf attacks seldom left the victim alive to transform.
Many authors have put forward the idea that stories of werewolves (and vampires) may have been used to explain serial killings in less enlightened ages. This theory is given credence by the tendency of some modern serial killers to indulge in practices (such as cannibalism, mutilation and cyclic attacks) commonly associated with the attack of a werewolf. The idea (although not the terminology) is well explored in Sabine Baring-Gould's seminal work The Book of Werewolves.
A recent theory has been proposed to explain werewolf episodes in Europe in the 18th and 19th centuries. Ergot, which causes a form of foodborne illness, is a fungus that grows in place of rye grains in wet growing seasons after very cold winters. Ergot poisoning usually affects whole towns or at least poor areas of towns and results in hallucinations, mass hysteria and paranoia, as well as convulsions and sometimes death. (LSD can be derived from ergot.) Ergot poisoning has been proposed as both a cause of an individual believing that he or she is a werewolf and of a whole town believing that they had seen a werewolf.
However, this theory is controversial and not well accepted.
Some modern researchers have tried to use conditions such as rabies, hypertrichosis (excessive hair growth over the entire body) or porphyria (an enzyme disorder with symptoms including hallucinations and paranoia) as an explanation for werewolf beliefs. Congenital erythropoietic porphyria has clinical features which include photosensitivity (so sufferers only go out at night), hairy hands and face, poorly healing skin, pink urine, and reddish colour to the teeth.
There is also a rare mental disorder called clinical lycanthropy, in which an affected person has a delusional belief that he or she is transforming into another animal, although not always a wolf or werewolf.
Others believe werewolf legends arose as a part of shamanism and totem animals in primitive and nature-based cultures. The term therianthropy has been adopted to describe a spiritual concept in which the individual believes he or she has the spirit or soul, in whole or in part, of a non-human animal.
There is a tunnel under the old railroad tracks just to the west of the Queen Elizabeth Way in Niagara Falls. It is known locally as the Screaming Tunnel. A path wanders through the tunnel and then up to an empty field on the hill. But the field was not always empty.
At one time, a large farmhouse stood in the field at the top of the hill, and in it lived a happy family. Then one night, the house caught fire. A young daughter was trapped in the house, and the only way to escape was through a wall of flames. The brave young girl covered her face with her arms and ran into the fiery doorway. Her long hair and her long nightgown began to smoulder as she burst through the flames and rushed out of the house.
When the night air struck her smouldering clothing, it burst into flames, enveloping the girl in a raging inferno. The girl screamed in agony and ran blindly down the hill, away from the fire-stricken house. She staggered into the tunnel under the train tracks, her screams echoing and re-echoing through the night. Overcome by the flames, the girl fell to the floor of the tunnel, wailing in agony. She rolled frantically on the floor of the tunnel, trying to douse the flames, but her efforts were weak and ineffective. She was quickly overcome, and burned to death in the tunnel under the tracks.
After that night, anyone that dares strike a match in the tunnel under the tracks will hear the agonized death screams of the burning girl, and a ghostly wind will instantly blow out the match.
On a sunny day, a man was out with his girlfriend. They were talking about the future and enjoying the day. As it went by they were starting to get hungry. So the boyfriend pulls out some bread, jelly, and peanut butter. He asks his girlfriend if she wants a sandwich, she said yes, but that it would have to only have the jelly on it because she was allergic with anything that had peanuts in it. He fixes her sandwich with just the jelly. He puts the jelly and peanut butter on his. After they have finished eating, he takes his girlfriend back home. They arrive to her house near dark. She kissed him goodnight, and went into the house. The next morning the boyfriend wakes up to his phone ringing. He answers it and is horrified to hear his girlfriend has died. A few days later, the autopsy revealed that she had peanut butter in her saliva.