BLACK AGGIE

A Maryland Ghost Story

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.

It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue -nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.

THE CURSE OF AMEN-RA

MUST READ,(one of my best read stories)

The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 1,500 years before Christ. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the Nile.

In the late 1890s, 4 rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later,he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned. The next day, one of the remaining 3 men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated. The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth guy suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.

Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way), where it was bought by a London businessman. After 3 of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum. As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby. Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by 2 workmen, 1 fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.

Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. The Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty; making the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dustcloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards. Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement figuring it could not do any harm down there. Within a week,one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.

By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself. Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.

A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was seized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of an evil influence of incredible intensity; She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case. "Can you exorcise this evil spirit?" Asked the owner. "There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible." she replied.

But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years, was now well known. Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In April 1912, the new owner escorted its treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.

On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of the ship was of course, the H.M.S TITANIC

TAP, TAP, TAP

Jessica was the neighborhoods most common babysitter. Everyone trusted her and she was used for the job often. The Jacksons, who she had babysat for in the past, were going out on their anniversary. They asked Jessica to babysit until around midnight. She accepted. Although usually she didn't like the idea of being home alone so late, she knew the Jacksons and she loved their kids. So the parents left and gave her the number to call if their were any problems. First, Jess fed the two kids and allowed them to stay up for a little while. At about 9:30pm, Jessica put the baby in the crib, and the four year old in her bed. Jessica decided to go watch TV in the living room for awhile. Until about 10:00pm, she was peacefully watching the television when she began to feel a little tired. The Jacksons had told her they didn't mind if she took a nap, as long as the kids were already in bed. Jessica pulled out a blanket and curled up on the couch. Five minutes passed and she suddenly heard loud footsteps kicking up the gravel on the side of the house. Her heart pounded, for she was an easily scared person. The steps approached the window she was lying directly under... Suddenly, he heard loud banging sounds on the window. "BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!" They went on for ten minutes, causing Jessica to freeze in place. She tried to figure out what the sound was, but she knew there weren't any trees or bushes anywhere near the window to be hitting it. Although the blinds were closed, she didn't want to lean up and look at the window. The banging began to get softer and softer. "Tap, tap, tap." Then it stopped. Jessica sat completely still, still frozen from fear. She glanced up at the clock..10:35pm. She shivered, wishing the parents would come home. Jessica was dead-tired. She was scared to death to fall asleep, but her eyes kept closing, she couldn't help it. Finally, at about 1pm, she was awoken by Mrs. Jackson. "We're back now." She said. "Oh how was dinner?" Jess asked. "It was wonderful." "Um, Mrs. Jackson?" Jess asked kind of embarrassed to be asking an adult something like this considering she was fourteen years old. "Yes dear?" "Would you and Mr. Jackson mind looking out that window? I heard some creepy noises while you were gone and I just wanted to know if you could check it out for me." "Of course." She answered as Mr. Jackson came in greeting Jessica. "Hey Jess, how was it?" "Oh the kids were great." Jess replied. "Honey," Mrs. Jackson said, "could you pull up the blinds please?" Mr. Jackson walked over without question, and pulled on the string. Mrs. Jackson screamed. The window was covered in blood! It was smeared and looked as if someone was trying to wash the window with it. All three of them looked down, and below the window was a body. Just a simple man in a suit, clutching his throat, which was covered in blood. He had a desperate look on his face, and his stomach was filled with stab wounds. As it turns out, the man was robbed and stabbed just down the street, and he ran to the house to get help. But since Jessica was too scared, she didn't move. He couldn't yell since his throat had been cut, so he banged on the first window he found because there was a light on. The light Jessica had left on. In the end, he died from massive blood loss and because he was hurt so badly, he became weaker, turning his pounding on the window for help into a light "tap, tap, tap..."

CLICK CLACK

In a small town of Georgia there was an old man who had no legs. The only way he could move around was by dragging himself around by his long, long, nails. He was also a killer. He would sneak around the town and kill people with his long, long, nails. So, because of this, the people were ordered to go inside at exactly 6:00 pm and lock their doors until he was caught.

One night a little girl asked her mom if she could go play at her friends house. The mother looked at the clock, it was 4:00pm. She told the little girl to be home by 5:45 because thats when "click-click" came out. The little girl agreed and was on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when she headed home, it was already 5:48. By the time she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors and calling in there kids.

"Shoot, I'd better run" she thought. Finally she reached her street. But that's when she heard the noise...click click drag click click drag. It got louder and louder. She turned around and there he was, Click-Clack! She ran to her front door...click clack drag click clack drag... She pounded on the door but her Mother had fallen asleep...Click Clack Drag Click Clack Drag... The pounding stopped.

Upon waking, and forgetting that her daughter had gone out to play the last evening, Mother opened the door to get her newspaper. She screamed in horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was, "Mother, why didn't you open the door?" She was never seen again...

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SWEAR

Jane and Margerette were best friends since the first grade.They had never even gotten into a fight. And now they were both 12 years old.

"Hey, Jane?"Margerette said one day at a sleepover."Yeah?"Jane said."You know how we swore we'd always be friends for the rest of eternity?"she said."Sure" "Well, we can't be friends for the rest of eternity if we die at different times. We have to both be in heaven at same time." she stated."Sure, but how are we going to do that?"Jane asked."Well, we have to both swear that if one of us goes to heaven, we have to go the same day." Margerette said. "Ok, lets say it together."she said. They both planned out an oath and said it together."I solemnly swear, that the day one of us goes to heaven the other one must too. If we forget then the other shall remind us." They both swore.

A year later Margerette was in the hospital for a sudden illness and ended up dying. Jane was so depressed about it that she burnt all of their pictures. That afternoon she thought she heard someone say,"Jane, come up with me, you swore, YOU SWORE!!!" She ignored it though, but then she kept hearing," I solemnly swear, that the day one of us goes to heaven the other one must too." But she tried to forget, she was definately NOT going to end her life that day.

After dinner she was doing the dishes when she heard someone saying,"Jane, come up with me, You swore,YOU-" "Stop!!!!"Jane screamed,"I never swore anything!" After that she kept hearing,"I solemnly swear, that the day one of us goes to heaven the other one must too." She knew she had sworn that, but of course she didn't really mean it.... She didn't think that Margerette was going to come back....

In her bed she kept hearing someone shout,"Jane, come up with me, you swore, YOU SWORE!!!" Finally she couldn't take it and yelled,"There's no way I was really going to kill myself!" Then she heard a whisper right by her, in Margerette's voice saying, "Jane, come up with me, you swore, YOU SWORE!!! and if you won't come on your own, I'll bring you with me...." There was then a scream, and her mom ran upstairs to see what happened. She saw blood stains and a shattered skull, but no body,

MOTHER'S LOVE

One afternoon, a couple was travelling on by car when at a far distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically.

The wife told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn't stay with the doubt on his mind of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her arms. They then decide to stop and see if they could be of any help.

The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive.

The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the their car. When he got down he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn't pay any attention to it and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby to it's mother. When he got up, he didn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the crashed car.

When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakeably the woman who had flagged them down.

GLOOMY SUNDAY(HUNGARIAN SUICIDE SONG)

" Gloomy Sunday" is a song composed by
Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső
Seress and published in 1933, as "Vége a
világnak" ("End of the world"). [1] Lyrics
were written by László Jávor , and in his
version the song was retitled " Szomorú
vasárnap " (Hungarian
pronunciation: [ˈsomoruː ˈvɒʃaːrnɒp] ) ("Sad
Sunday"). The song was first recorded in
Hungarian by Pál Kalmár in 1935.
"Gloomy Sunday" was first recorded in
English by Hal Kemp in 1936, with lyrics by
Sam M. Lewis,and was recorded the
same year by Paul Robeson , with lyrics by
Desmond Carter. It became well known
throughout much of the English-speaking
world after the release of a version by Billie
Holiday in 1941. Lewis's lyrics referred to
suicide, and the record label described it as
the "Hungarian Suicide Song". There is a
recurring urban legend that claims that
many people committed suicide with this
song playing.
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URBAN LEGENDS
There have been several urban legends
regarding the song over the years, mostly
involving it being allegedly connected with
various numbers of suicides, and radio
networks reacting by purportedly banning
the song.However, most of these claims
are unsubstantiated.
Press reports in the 1930s associated at
least 19 suicides, both in Hungary and
America, with "Gloomy Sunday",
but most of the deaths supposedly linked to
it are difficult to verify. The urban legend
appears to be, for the most part, simply an
embellishment of the high number of
Hungarian suicides that occurred in the
decade when the song was composed due to
other factors such as famine and poverty.
No studies have drawn a clear link between
the song and suicide.
In January 1968, some 35 years after
writing the song, its composer Rezső Seress
did commit suicide. He survived jumping
out of a window in Budapest, but later in
the hospital choked himself to death with a
wire.
The BBC banned Billie Holiday's version of
the song from being broadcast, as being
detrimental to wartime morale, but allowed
performances of instrumental versions.
However, there is little evidence of any
other radio bans; the BBC's ban was lifted
by 2002.

You can download the song from the link below,(the original song is translated to english)

#NOTE:I will not be responsible for any harm caused to you by listening to this song,if you are mentally weak or depressed i don't recommend you listen to this song..

Download link: http://www.mediafire.com/?op333g6qnpnb6nr

Actual photo of REZSÓ:

MISS MINA

The Story Behind The Legend: A long time ago, probably around the early 1900s, there was a little girl. Her name was Mina and she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was about ten years old and never left her room without her favorite little porcelain doll. She was loved by mostly everyone because she was so sweet and cute.

One day, a priest came to the city she lived in. He was from another country but no one really knew where. He was in his mid 30's and he kind of creeped everybody out a little bit. One day Mina decided that she was not going to be scared of him anymore. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Hi.." she said "My name's Mina". He looked down at her. "Hello Miss Mina. My name is Viktor" he said to her. He knelt down to her level. "Have you been saying your prayers lately?" he asked. She was scared now because Viktor spoke with a gargling hiss to his voice and was sinister anyway. The scary part was that Mina secretly thought that all of this praying and worshiping was sort of silly. She believed in God, but she wanted more to play than to pray. "I must go" she said "Mother is calling". She lied. Her parents were both gone, she lived with her older siblings.

One night, her older brother and sister left her at home while they went to go visit a friend for an hour or two. When they came home, she was lying in her room, dead. She had been choked and her throat was lightly slit. She was still holding her little doll. Her killer was never found, but many believe that it was Viktor, the new priest. There was no evidence to prove that it was him, but who else could it have been, anyway?

The Legend: Legend has it that if you sit in a dark room, with all the lights turned off, she will appear . But there are certain steps you have to follow. Sit in the middle of the floor. Hold a doll (or a stuffed animal, whatever works) under your arm, and say "Miss Mina!" seven times. Some say that Mina will appear holding her doll under her arm. She will have hand prints on her upper neck and a scar around her lower neck. She is wearing a black and white dress and sometimes, it is said that if you are really lucky, She will appear holding Viktor's bloody hand, as he stands next to her. Sometimes you will only hear a noise, and some people can hear a scream. But I warn you not to do it, you might be Viktor's next victim.

THE CHOKING DOBERMAN

My cousin and his wife lived in Sydney with this huge doberman in a little apartment off Maroubra Road. One night they went out for dinner and a spot of clubbing. By the time they got home it was late and my cousin was more than a little drunk. They got in the door and were greeted by the dog choking to death in the loungeroom.

My cousin just fainted, but his wife rang the veterinarian, who was an old family friend of hers, and got her to agree to meet her at the surgery. The wife drives over and drops off the dog, but decides that she'd better go home and get her hubby into bed.

She gets home and finally slaps my cousin into consciousness, but he's still drunk. It takes her almost half an hour to get him up the stairs, and then the phone rings. She's tempted to just leave it, but she decides that it must be important or they wouldn't be ringing that late at night. As soon as she picks up the phone, she hears the vet's voice screaming out:

"Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! Now! No time to explain!" Then the vet hangs up.

Because she's such an old family friend, the wife trusts her, and so she starts getting the hubby down the stairs and out of the house. By the time they've made it all the way out, the police are outside. They rush up the front stairs past the couple and into the house, but my cousin's wife still doesn't have a clue what's going on.

The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? Have they got him?"

"Have they got who?" says the wife, starting to get really pissed off.

"Well, I found out what the dog was choking on –it was a human finger."

Just then the police drag out a dirty, stubbly man who is bleeding profusely from one hand. "Hey Sarge," one of them yells. "We found him in the bedroom."

LLORONA-OMEN OF DEATH

They say that the Llorona was once a poor young girl who loved a rich nobleman, and together they had three children. The girl wished to marry the nobleman, but he refused her. He told her that he might have considered marrying her if she had not born the three out-of-wedlock children, which he considered a disgrace. The girl was determined to have the nobleman for her own, so she drowned her children to prove her love to him. But still he would have none of her and married another. Mad with grief, the girl walked along the river, weeping and calling for her children. But they were gone. So she drowned herself. For her crime, her spirit was condemned to wander the waterways, weeping and searching for her children until the end of time. It was said that whenever the wailing woman appears, someone will die.

Now I have heard that one night, two young men were car-pooling home from work with the windows down when they heard a terrible wail. It sounded like the desperate cry of a baby or perhaps an injured tom-cat. Beside the road, a white mist began to gather. It moved swiftly among a grove of palm trees and when it reached the largest tree, it became the figure of a lovely young girl dressed all in white. Long dark hair hung loose down her back. She began to weep and wring her hands in agony, and the men realized that they were seeing the ghost of the Llorona. The driver gunned the engine and they drove away as fast as they could. The glowing figure of the Llorona remained visible in the rear-view mirror until the car turned the corner.

The men were upset by the vision, afraid that the rumors about the Llorona might be true. But nothing happened to either of them the rest of that night, so they laughed away the incident, deciding that they had imagined the whole thing.

The next night, the men were riding home from work when their front tire burst at the place in the road where they had seen the ghost the previous night. The car spun out of control and hit the largest tree in the palm grove in the exact place where the Llorona had appeared to them. Both men were killed instantly.

KEEPING COUNT

(super freeky story)

Bree, one night, decided that she wanted to
have a sleepover. She sent invites to four of her
best friends, and a new girl, whose name was
Mary. Bree's four best friends were freaked out
by Mary, so they all declined the invitation.
Mary accepted.
Bree discovered that Mary was a really nice,
funny person. They spent all day watching
movies, doing each other's hair and make-up,
and talking about the boys they thought were
cute.
At around midnight, they both became very
tired. Bree made Mary a make-shift bed out of
pillows and blankets on the floor, and then got
into her own. Mary shuffled into her bed, Bree
turned out the lights and it was pitch black.
"Goodnight, Mary." Bree said. Mary started
counting, "One, two, three, four.." and Bree just
shrugged it off, thinking that it was just Mary's
way of getting to sleep. Bree finally drifted off.
Bree woke around 3:30am, for no apparent
reason. She noticed that Mary was still counting.
"Five hundred and forty eight, five hundred and
forty nine, five hundred and fifty, five hundred
and fifty one.." Bree sat up, confused.
Was Mary still counting to get to sleep? She
reached over and turned her bedside lamp on.
She then looked at Mary and became paralyzed
with fear.
In her bedroom, there was a man sitting in a
chair, staring in Bree's direction, while he pulled
the hairs out one by one of Mary's decapitated
head, and it seems that Mary was keeping count...

HIDE AND SEEK

There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston. Their lives were simple and pleasant, and Bakerston was an unusually peaceful town that had little to no crime.

One of their children, the eldest daughter, was named Felicity, and she was very good at watching her little brothers, Raymon and Rory. So, occasionally their parents would go out for the night and have Felicity watch her brothers until they got back. Felicity was very good at this. She would always play a game similar to hide and seek. She’d stand in the living room with her hands over her eyes and say, “Children, Children, All around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say….” Then she’d wait, listening to their rustling feet as they would hide. She’d search the house looking for them, and when she got close, she’d wait right outside the place she knew they were hiding and she’d say “Boo!”

When they heard this sound, they would know that she was close, so if she was correct they would have to reply with the words, “Hello Felicity!” and she’d scoop them up and hug them. If the other child was close enough that they heard these words, they were allowed additional time to find a new spot, and then Felicity and the found child would look for them together.

The children absolutely loved this game, and they insisted that she play it with them every time they were together. One night, recently after their parents left, Felicity and the boys were relaxing in their home. The boys were in their rooms, off of the living room, and Felicity was in the living room reading. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Felicity, thinking it might be her parents and that they would be upset that the boys weren’t asleep, she rushed to the intercom system that allowed anyone in the living room to speak to all the rooms in the house. The boys had one in their room too. This made it so that no one had to yell fromm room to room in the house.

She pressed the button and said quietly, “Open your door and get underneath your covers. I think it's mom and dad. Pretend to be asleep.” Then she went to answer the door.

The boys did as they were told and got beneath their covers. They heard the door open, but no other sounds. It was quiet. Then, the intercom beeped which meant someone was on the other side. A voice said, “Children children, all around….” The little boys shivered. It was Felicity, and she sounded scared. She had spoken at a whisper and they became frightened. They stayed in their beds, still scared. Then, “Run before you can be found..” They glanced at each other in horror. “For he is on the loose today….hide before…I can say…” “She wants to play the game…” Rory whispered to Raymon. The waited a few seconds. Then, it came on again. “Children Children All Around.” Silence. “Run Before you can be found.” Silence. “For it is on the loose today. Hide before I can say….” The boys quickly decided that they needed to hide. They crawled to their favorite place, which was a broom closet in the hallway that Felicity claimed was too small to fit in. But the boys knew it wasn’t. She never found them there. She always called quits if either of them chose that spot.

They quieted their breathing and listened for sounds. They heard a soft shuffling of feet, but that was all. They stayed in the closet a long time. Suddenly though, another sound filled their ears. THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. THUD THUD. The sound got closer and closer and closer and closer. They heard Felicity’s voice whisper, but it seemed to come from throughout the house. “Children Children all around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say……” Silence. Then, in the softest whisper of all, right outside the closet they heard, “Boo?” Rory opened his mouth to say ‘hello Felicity’ but Raymon closed his hand over Rory’s mouth. It was silent for a long time. Then, from Raymon and Rory’s right, inside the closet, a voice was heard. “Hello Felicity.” Rory and Raymon turned ice cold. But they didn’t move. Outside the closet Felicity started to cry. Then, in tears she said, “New game. Rory is it.”

That same night the parents of Rory Raymon and Felicity game home to a devastating sight. On the table was a letter that had apparently been opened by Felicity that said, “I want to play your game. I’m in the children’s room. We’ll all play together.”

They proceeded to look throughout the house for their children. They couldn’t find them that night. The next night they found Rory. His eyes were sewn shut and he was jammed underneath the kitchen sink covered in blood.

The day after that they found Raymon. His eyes were sewn shut and he was shoved underneath his bed covered in blood. The day after that they found Felicity. Her eyes were sewn shut and she was squished inside a cupboard. The deaths were mourned and they bodies were buried.

A week later another body was discovered. A missing mortician was found crammed inside the hallway closet with his sewing kit clutched between his cold dead fingers.

The THUD THUd *shuffle shuffle shuffle* the children had heard had been the sound of Felicity bumping into walls. She had been looking for them and she couldn’t see, because her eyes had been sewn shut.

Years later it was said that the soft calling of Felicity’s voice could be heard, calling the word to the children’s hide-and seek rhyme. Children children all around Run before you can be found For I am on the loose today Run before i say boo...........

EXPERIMENT TO KNOW GOD

(MUST READ)

Gateway of the Mind

THE STRANGEST
EXPERIMENT CONDUCTED TO KNOW GOD

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists
conducted a radical experiment in an
undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized
that a human without access to any senses or
ways to perceive stimuli would be able to
perceive the presence of God.
An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing
left to live for” was the only test subject to
volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the
scientists performed a complex operation in
which every sensory nerve connection to the
brain was surgically severed.* Although the test
subject retained full muscular function, he could
not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no
possible way to communicate with or even sense
the outside world, he was alone with his
thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud
about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred
sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four
days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed,
unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was
an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little
attention to the man’s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear
his dead wife speaking with him, and even more,
he could communicate back. The scientists were
intrigued, but were not convinced until the
subject started naming dead relatives of the
scientists. He repeated personal information to
the scientists that only their dead spouses and
parents would have known. At this point, a
sizable portion of scientists left the study.
The hysterical subject now said the voices of the
dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of
hell and the end of the world. At one point, he
yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours
straight. He continually begged to be killed, but
the scientists were convinced that he was close
to establishing contact with God.
Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of
flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into
the test chamber and restrained him to a table
so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of
being tied down, the subject halted his
struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at
the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across
his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be
manually rehydrated due to the constant crying.
Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his
blindness, made focused eye contact with a
scientist for the first time in the study.
He whispered “I have spoken with God, and He
has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped.
There was no apparent cause of death.

DEATH ANGEL

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children.

Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within ten minutes of the call. No statue was found.

THE RAILROAD

My cousin and I had gone to San Antonio, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of children had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the children off. So they all died.

When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks.

Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home that night. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That's not scary, no. But what was scary was the little sets of hand-prints all over the back of the car. All the size of children's hands..

ANNIE VAN DERLOT

Patapsco Female Institute in 1936

Location:Ellicott City, Maryland

Built ca. 1837

Architectural style Greek Revival

Governing body Local

BASED ON TRUE GHOST HAUNTING

In Ellicott City, Md one of the most well known haunts exists. At the Patapsco Female Institute the ghost of Annie Van Derlot is said to reside.

This institute was at one time in it's historic past an all girls' school. It was a school of etiquette. Girls learned how to stand straight, walk correctly and other manners deemed important.

It's said the school and it's training were very rigid. Girls weren't allowed to eat if they didn't sit straight. They were actually tied to their chairs and had to miss the next meal if they slouched. Needless to say many left for their school breaks much thinner.

The school was said to be very cold in the winter. The only source of heat was a single stove in the basement and the floors were made of stone. Heat never made it to the upstairs where the girls slept. Many of the girls got sick and even died from influenza there.

One girl, named Annie Van Derlot especially resented living there. She had many friends, being a people person, and was known to be well liked by her classmates. However, she never agreed with the schools methods. She sent letters to her parents begging to leave and complained about the harsh conditions. They refused to oblige her. Annie eventually died from pneumonia during her first winter there.

Now it's believed that her ghost lingers there, roaming the hallways. Many people have seen her over the years since. Keep in mind the school was officially closed in 1891. The building has since been used in various ways. In World War I it was an infirmary for soldiers. Possibly their souls may haunt this place. It then became a theater and was also owned as a private residence. It's no longer open to the public, except for special occasions.

So the haunting has gone on for years. Paranormal investigators (like TAPS) have visited the institute and verified that a haunting exists there. The only question that remains is what type of ghost it is. Most agree that it's Annie. Some however, say she's an intelligent type of ghost and will try to attract your attention. Others say that she's simply a residual type, that visitors happen to stumble upon.

Today you can tour the Patapsco Institute around Halloween by taking a Hauted House tour named "The Haunted Ruins". Some people that have taken the tour claim to have seen a girls face in the upstairs window. Some have felt a depressing feeling as soon as they approach the building. Others have refused to enter, due to extreme feelings of anxiety. Some have claimed to feel something brush by them inside, according to the tour guide.

The ghost of Annie still remains one of the most notorious hauntings in Maryland. The school itself has been mostly gutted, yet it's outward appearance at night is quite scary. The Haunted Ruins tour is also spooky, for those who like a frightful experience..

DOWN IN BACK

~as told on internet

A woman has just left a mini-mart after purchasing a few odds and ends for supper that night. She walks to her big four wheel drive vehicle and climbs in. She puts her bag over on the passenger seat along with her purse, she settles in and starts up the engine. She pulls out of the shopping center, onto the main road. It's about 8:00 and she is trying to rush home to get supper started, knowing that her husband will be starving.

As she drives she feels a chill run up her back, so she turns on a little heat. She has a very unusual bizarre feeling that she can't quite name. All of a sudden this maniac swerves by her car almost running her off the road. He stays along side her car waving and pointing at her, swerving dangerously all the while. She's frantically trying to keep control of her car while trying not to run into this maniacs car beside her. She finally speeds up and leaves the weirdo behind her.

She turns on the radio for some soothing, calming music.

She's relaxing, trying to talk herself into a calm state after the incident with the unknown driver. All of a sudden she sees bright lights flashing her from behind. She glances in the rear view mirror and it's the same car, driven by the psycho she's just encountered 3 minutes ago. She ignores him and concentrates on the road only to be flashed again from behind by the glaring lights. She once again looks in the mirror back at him. Her forgotten radio station is interrupted by a news flash about police helicopters in the area, on the trail of a serial killer. She turns the radio off and concentrates on the road and turns her attention away from the pesky car behind her. She's only a few miles from home and again the car behind her flashes a bright blinding light straight into her rear view mirror. She's had enough of this guy but she's not bold or stupid enough to stop and confront him.

She tries to lose him by going down some back roads. She's hoping he will go on his way and not follow. As she turns down another dirt road she sees his lights once again. She quickly picks up her cell phone and hits 911 quick dial. She tells the police the story of what's been happening. They assure her that they will send out some squad cars to meet her at her home, but she will need to drive around for about 10 more minutes so the police can get to her house before her. So she drives on, only to have the maniac drive up closer to her bumper, threatening to hit her car, flashing her each time.

She is frantic now and can't wait to pull into her driveway. After about 10 minutes she heads down the road to her home and the safety of her husbands arms. She sees the police cars ahead and suddenly feels all the pressure and frantic, wound up nerves in the back of her neck relax. She rolls into the driveway and the unrelenting car behind her rolls in behind her. The police are stationed outside her home in the bushes and in the neighbors bushes.

As the frightened women jumps out of her running car and runs to her husband who is waiting by the garage, the police approach the old man in his car. They have their guns drawn and they instruct him to get out of the car with his hands up. He's shocked and doesn't understand why the police are pointing guns at him. He gets out and the police start frisking him against his car. When he's asked about the incident and why he wanted to scare the woman. He looks up with sad eyes and says, "I was simply trying to save her life, but she wouldn't let me help her". The police are baffled and they know that they have a senile man on their hands. They ask him what he means by "saving" her life. The man says, "If you'd check in her car you'll find him. He has a knife in his hand. He tried to kill her over and over again. I flashed my lights so she would look up and he would then lie back down in the back of the seat".

Two policemen quickly run over and throw open the back door of the woman's car. A sharp glistening knife swipes out at the first policeman making no contact, the second policeman fire's immediately at the body and arm attached to the knife. The arm goes lifeless. The police quickly pull the body of the dead serial killer out from the lady's back seat. He was still clutching the knife he was going to use to kill her...,

DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES

~as told on internet

My sister Sarah, and I were at the park and it was a lovely day. Our town was a great place to grow up. Crime hardly ever happened there. Everyone knew everyone else and were friends. The park was crowded with families and I recognized everyone, well almost everyone.

There was a strange woman sitting on the bench on the other side of the park but she seemed harmless. Just sitting there reading a book, minding her own business, so I didn’t think twice about it. My sister and I loved to play a game called “don’t open”. What you do is one person closes their eyes and the other tries to trick you in to opening them. You usually try to scare them.

We sat under a tree. It was my turn to get my sister to open her eyes. I tried tickling her but it only made her laugh so I pretended to leave. I made the fake walking away sound with my feet and slowly lowering my voice to make it sound like I was farther away. She fell for it. Sarah opened her eyes and when she saw me she was relieved.

It was now her turn now. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Sarah laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh too. Suddenly her laughter stopped and so did the sounds all around me, as if everyone in the park had left. “Sarah, are you there?” I wanted to open my eyes so bad but something in my head said don’t.

“Becca help, please help me.” Now I really wanted to open my eyes but Sarah usually used this scare strategy to win. So I just sat there as she yelled. My stomach started to turn and I didn’t think I could take any more. The screaming stopped and a whisper said “don’t open your eyes”. I opened my eyes despite what I heard only to see every one gone but my sister hanging from a tree, dead.

I called 911 and sat there stunned. I looked across to the bench were the lady was sitting and saw her book. I walked over to it. There was a note in the book. I pulled it out. It said written in dark red ink “don’t you wish you opened your eyes.”

BLEEDING SINK

~retold by: S.E. Schlosser

I found it extremely annoying that one of the bathrooms on my dorm was permanently closed. Especially since the cause was an urban legend. An urban legend, I tell you! According to the story, years and years ago some bloke got himself massively drunk at a bar in downtown Helena and had passed out in the bathroom on the fourth floor. Apparently, he hit his head on the sink as he fell, and his blood had spattered the sink as he slid senseless to the floor and silently hemorrhaged to death. His death was considered a “sad accident” by faculty, staff and townspeople. But that was no reason to shut up the bathroom for decades! I completely discounted the story of the bleeding sink. That was just an urban legend the students circulated to explain the locked door.

“I’m sick of sharing a bathroom with you disgusting lot,” I grumbled to my roommate. “I’m going to break into the fourth-floor bathroom.”

My roommate’s eyes widened. “Don’t you know that bathroom is haunted?” he exclaimed. “The bloodstains on the sink are as fresh today as they were when the accident happened back in the 1960s, and sometimes you can hear the boy moaning as his life ebbs away on the bathroom floor!”

“Romantic twaddle,” I snapped. “My granny lives in a haunted castle in Scotland with ghost stories that would make your hair stand on end. She’d laugh at me if she found out I ignored a perfectly good bathroom because of a few bloodstains. Besides, the maintenance staff told me the bathroom was shut up pending renovations. No big deal!”

“You’ll be sorry,” my roommate said darkly. I ignored him. He was just sore because I’d lumped him in with the disgusting lot of fellows who mucked up the bathroom on my floor. You’d think someone would teach them to pick up their dirty clothes and clean the sink once in awhile.

When the dorm quieted down for the night –which wasn’t until late –I hurried up to the fourth floor with a bit of wire I’d purchased at a local hardware store. My little brother and I had become expert lock-pickers over the years, since our mother had a bad habit of locking her keys into the house or the car at least once a week. With all that experience, the lock on the bathroom door gave me no problems.

The bathroom was rather old-fashioned in appearance and had a disused air. There was dust in the corners, and a spider web drooped from the ceiling. But I heard no unearthly groaning, no mysterious footsteps. I carefully inspected the sink, the walls and the floor. Other than a smallish orange discoloration on the sink, there was no blood anywhere. Ha! So much for urban legends. There was probably something in the water that caused discoloration over time. I turned a tap experimentally, sure that the maintenance staff had shut off the water long ago. To my surprise, water gushed forth instantly. I smiled. Well, well. It looked like I had a bathroom to myself after all! I carefully locked the door behind me when I left.

I got up late the next morning, and had the downstairs bathroom all to myself. So it wasn’t until evening, when everyone was back in the dorm, crowding in and out of the bathrooms, that I slipped away to use the locked up facilities. It was still early in the evening, and I made sure no one was around before I headed to the abandoned bathroom. With a few twists of the wire, I opened the lock. As I stepped inside, the air temperature plummeted twenty degrees or more and my nose was hit by the pungent, strong smell of fresh blood. A second later,I saw the blood-spattered sink.

Bright-red gore was everywhere –on the porcelain, on the walls, oozing down the sides of the sink. And hovering before it, his feet a good six-inches off the ground, was the luminous form of a college-aged boy wearing old-fashioned clothes in the style of the 1960s. His forehead had a disfiguring dent smashed into it, and blood was dripping down his face. As I gaped at him, horrified and frozen in terror, he turned and looked at me. Then he held out a blood-stained hand. His eyes were desperate, pleading for help, and I heard a low moaning sound coming from between his blood-stained lips. The sound raised every hair on my body and made the skin prickle in sheer, cold horror. I backpedaled fiercely, my legs scrambling to get away while my eyes and head remained fixed on the ghost, on the bloody sink. A drop of red blood fell from his outstretched hand as I stared at him. Then the momentum of my legs carried me through the door, which slammed shut behind me, and the hot, pungent smell of fresh blood followed me through the halls and down the staircases until I was outside into the chilly air of autumn, breathing deeply. My knees shook so bad that I fell onto the nearest patch of grass, stomach heaving. Oh lord! The ghost was real! No wonder they kept the place locked up.

I lay on the grass for a long time, ignoring the chill in the air. This was a natural chill which comforted, not that unnatural chill that had frightened me upstairs. I breathed in and out, in and out, watching the stars above me, bright even through the campus lights. I took comfort from the huge, clear expanse of sky. But I still felt reluctant to go back inside that haunted building. I shuddered once, from head to toe. Oh how my granny would laugh if she knew her big brave grandson was too scared to go back inside a haunted dormitory. It was the thought of granny that got me back onto my feet and upstairs to my room. But I didn’t care what granny or anyone else thought of me. I was never going back to the fourth floor bathroom. Once was enough.

DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

A Texas Ghost Story

~retold by: S. E. Schlosser

The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined.

"You are not going to that dance," her mother said.

"But why?" the girl asked her mother.

"I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go," her mother said.

The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held.

As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her.

Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her.

"Dance with me," he said.

She managed to stammer a "yes", completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention.

Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd.

When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to hell.

ALONE IN THE DARK

~As told on internet
Hey my name is Vinnie, im 15 years old and i live in Erie, Pa..nothing scary really ever happens to me, except for a few nights ago, i havent slept good since the incident...this is the only way i feel i can relieve some of the fear, to tell you my story...Well anyway, like i said it was a few nights ago, July 11, 2005, i was dead tired because i just got done seeing my girlfriend all day so i decided to hit the sack a little earlier than normal..everything was routine for me as usual, i brushed my teeth and washed up and I went into my room, shut my lights off, closed my door, and got into bed... I was only asleep for about 2 and a half hours when i woke up out of a dead sleep..my room looked hazy, but i figured it was just because i was waking up like i normally dont do...so i rubbed my eyes and sat up and looked around and in the far corner of my room i saw something that sent a chill up my spine, i couldnt move..i didnt know what to think, there in my corner was an old woman battered and beaten staring right back at me..i couldnt run for my door because she was standing in the corner by it..i tried to scream but i couldnt i completely froze...i was half paralyzed but i could still move my eyes so i looked down and shut them, suddenly i could move again so i hid under my covers and curled up in a ball and closed my eyes tight...i thought she was gone so i peaked out of my covers and she was right beside my bed, bent over looking me in the face..her face was scarred and bloody..i quickly pulled the covers back over my head and started praying..soon after i started to pray i became relaxed and went to sleep totally hidden from everything under my covers still..i woke up and to my surprise, it was night time once again..i had slept the day away...at this point it was about 11 p.m. and i wasnt tired at all..so i layed there thinking to myself..was it a dream?..i close my eyes trying to remember what had really happend but i couldnt quite remember, and when i opened them the old woman had returned..then my lights went on and off slowly..the first time they went off and came back on i saw she started to walk towards me, the second time it happend she was right next to my bed with a knife held high over her head with an evil looking smile on her face...i got up and i tried to run through her, and i did..i turned around once i got to my door and she was stabbing right where i was laying..i opened my door and sprinted down stairs to tell my parents but they said i was dreaming and told me to go back to bed..of course i didnt go back up there, i ended up sleeping on the couch...when i woke up it was morning to my reliefe and right away i went to my room with my buck knife in hand..i searched for clues of a woman being in my room and stab marks in my bed, but i found nothing..so i decided to do some research..it turned out that before i moved into my house, an old couple lived there...my room was the couples former room...the man, Charles, was a ex-convict who abused his wife constantly and one day his wife, Rose Mary, had enough with his abusiveness and in the middle of the night she snuck into their room and murdered him in cold blood..i guess that explains everything, yes this is a true story……

CANDLES

It was a pretty normal night for Klara. Her parents wouldn't be home till 12 and her brothers were at their friend's houses. Klara was bored so she invited her best friend Jackie over. When Jackie got there, they played around on the computer for an hour until the power went out.

"It's not raining is it?"Jackie asked curiously. "Of course not."Klara said trying not to sound nervous. She looked out her window just to make sure. There was no rain on the window and the sky was clear. Jackie took out her phone to cast a little bit of light in the room. "Come with me to get candles."Klara said grabbing Jackie's phone and walking downstairs. After they found the candles and had lit as many as possible the house looked even creepier.

"Now what?"Jackie asked. That's when Klara looked outside. Behind her house was a thick woods and nobody lived behind her. When she looked back she saw a cloaked figure. "Jackie somebody is outside." Klara said barely breathing. Jackie turned around and the figure had disappeared.

"You are seeing things Klara. Just your imagination."She said trying to lighten the mood. Klara just nodded. She knew she had seen something....someone. "Klara,come on I'll show you." Jackie said grabbing her hand and walking outside. Nobody was there. "Jackie I promise you-" Then they heard trees rustling. They ran inside and locked the door. The girls ran up to Klara's room and also locked that door.

"It was just a deer probably. Yeah."Jackie started trying to convince herself. After minutes of getting themselves together, they walked down the stairs. The candles were out. All of them! There was no way a breeze could have came in.

"Did you?"Klara asked slowly. "No."Jackie said terrified. That was when they turned around to see the cloaked figure. Jackie and Klara began running. When they got downstairs the cloaked figure was standing in the doorway. "You killed my mom. Now your going to die."The figure said in a low raspy voice. Just when the knife was about to come down the lights popped on and the hooded fgure was gone. Klara's parents came in and the candles were now all flickering brightly. Klara and Jamie were hugging each other and breathing heavy.

"Girls whats wrong?"Karla's mother asked. They told her nothing and walked back up to Karla's room. Later the girls did some research on Karla's house. They found out that in 1654 a young mans ex-girlfriend had been crazy and killed his mother. Before she murdered her, the girlfriend made the mother suffer by burning her with candles, then she stabbed her to death. The boy killed the ex-girlfriend then killed himself. I guess he never left..

BURIED ALIVE

~As told by Emily July 17,1995

My grandmother, ill for quite some time, finally passed away after lying in a coma for several days. My grandfather was devastated beyond belief, as she was his one true love and they had been married over 50 years. They were married so long it seemed as if they knew each other's innermost thoughts.

After the doctor pronounced her dead, my grandfather insisted that she was not. They had to literally pry him away from his wife's body so they could ready her for burial.

Now, back in those days they had backyard burial plots and did not drain the body of its fluids. They simply prepared a proper coffin and committed the body (in its coffin) to its permanent resting place. Throughout this process, my grandfather protested so fiercely that he had to be sedated and put to bed. His wife was buried and that was that.

That night he woke to a horrific vision of his wife hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife's body exhumed. The doctor refused, but my grandfather had this nightmare every night for a week,each time frantically begging to have his wife removed from the grave.

Finally the doctor gave in and, together with local authorities, exhumed the body. The coffin was pried open and to everyone's horror, my grandmother's nails were bent back and there were bloody scratch-marks on the inside of the coffin

MYTH OF BLOODY MARY

*~As told on the Internet, Feb. 16, 1994

When I was about 9 years old, I went to a friend's for a birthday/slumber party. There were about 10 other girls there. About midnight, we decided to play Mary Worth. Some of us had never heard of this so one of the girls told the story.

Mary Worth lived a long time ago. She was a very beautiful young girl. One day she had a terrible accident that left her face so disfigured that nobody would look at her. She had not been allowed to see her own reflection after this accident for fear that she would lose her mind. Before this, she had spent long hours admiring her beauty in her bedroom mirror.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, unable to fight the curiousity any longer, she crept into a room that had a mirror. As soon as she saw her face, she broke down into terrible screams and sobs. It was at this moment that she was so heartbroken and wanted her old reflection back, that she walked into the mirror to find it, vowing to disfigure anybody that came looking for her in the mirror.

After hearing this story, which was told very scarily, we decided to turn out all of the lights and try it. We all huddled around the mirror and starting repeating "Mary Worth, Mary Worth, I believe in Mary Worth". About the seventh time we said it one of the girls that was in front of the mirror started screaming and trying to push her way back away from the mirror. She was screaming so loud that my friends mom came running into the room. She quickly turned on the lights and found this girl huddled in the corner screaming. She turned her around to see what the problem and saw these long fingernail scratches running down her right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!

BABY GIVE AWAY

A young family lived near this bridge and the husband was away from his wife and child fighting in the war. A neighbor had always held a candle for the young wife and when he discovered that she had had a child and the husband had gone off to war, he became jealous and determined to have her for his own.

He came to her house one night and forced entry into the home. When she refused him, he savagely attacked her and threatened to kill her child. She escaped and ran from her property with the baby, blindly crashing through the forest and brush seeking a hiding place from her obsessed neighbor. Just as she realized she couldn’t hear the man chasing her anymore, she came to the bridge and took refuge under it with the scared baby in her arms.

The distressed child had been whimpering in fear during her flight from the house, but now that they had stopped the baby began to wail. The child began to cry loudly and ended the hope of the bridge being safe refuge. The neighbor was drawn to the baby’s cries and their position was revealed to the man. He brutally murdered both mother and child right there under the bridge.

Only the woman’s body was ever recovered.

Now, if you drive down this bridge and stop half way across, turn off your car engine and headlights and lights and get out, you can hear the baby’s cries that gave it’s mother’s position away years ago. Beware! It’s been said that if you go down underneath the bridge at night, you will never be seen again! The spirit of the young mother is trying to protect her baby even in the afterlife

AFRICAN VOODOO SPELL

When Anna was in the 7th grade, her class received a new student, all the way from Mississippi. Her name was Sara, and she was what the boys were drooling over. She was a very beautiful girl and she sang just like an angel. Soon, her and Anna became best friends.

A few months later,a foreign exchange student came to her class, and her name was Clarisa. Clarisa was from South Africa. Her dad was white and her mother was African. Anyways, she couldn't speak english very well, but she was nice. She was also pretty, and all the boys pushed Sara out of the picture, and they drooled over Clarisa. Anna, who was nice, was the only one who befriended Clarisa, because the other girls were jealous, and the boys were too shy. Sara, was also jealous and accused Clarisa of stealing her best friend.

One day, Anna was eating alone in the cafeteria.When she was done, she went back to her classroom. When she walked inside, all the girls of the class were beating Clarisa up. Clarisa screamed and screamed and Anna called the teacher.

Months later,Clarisa started ignoring everyone, even Anna. Then, one night, during a school dance, the whole school was there, except Clarisa. Well Anna was dancing when, all of a sudden, Clarisa came through the gym doors. She was all scared, and her hair was all frizzy. She didn't look happy anymore. She pulled out a little bag, and sprinkled some dust from it, on everyone. Well everyone, except Anna and another girl named Ginny. Clarisa said something strange and left.

Everyone laughed, and continued laughing. Two weeks later,some of the students stopped coming to school, and, a few went missing. Anna knew it all had to do with Clarisa. After school, Anna went home. Sara called her and asked if she could go visit her, as she was very sick. Anna went to Sara's house, and screamed when she saw Sara. Sara had almost no legs, and fingers, and no face. She was all bones and Anna left. The next day, she received news that Sara passed away during the night.

Then, one by one, everyone from her class died. Anna and Ginny were the only ones who survived out of their class. Clarisa, came back to school, and boy, was she happy. The only strange thing was, her voice was now beautiful, just like Sara's.

**This story, is based on an African Vodoo Spell. When it is used, the African gets something in return. It was used historically to get the travelers out of Africa, and it can only be used once. Just like Clarisa, she got Sara's beautiful singing voice. And the rest of the class were exterminated.

ALL ABOUT DEMONS [PART I] EXISTENCE

EXISTENCE OF DEMONS
Among those who accept the existence of
demons there are various views with regard to
their origin. In ancient times, many thought
that such beings were the spirits of deceased
wicked people. According to Merrill Unger,
this thinking was popularized by Greek thought
and culture and, among others, the Jewish
historian, Josephus, took this view (Demons in
the World Today, p. 11). Some still believe this
just as many believe that holy angels are the
spirits of good people. Of course we have
already seen from Jesus’ account of the rich
man and Lazarus in Luke 16:19-31 that the
spirits of people who die have a destination to
one of two places. They are not left to wander
the world making mischief.
Another view among some is that demons are
the disembodied spirits of a pre- Adamic race.
That is to say, some believe that God created a
race of men prior to Adam. But God destroyed
this race and their world completely and
started over (which is where Genesis 1:3 picks
up). However, their spirits survived and
became what we know today as demons. Those
who believe this make a sharp distinction
between the words “angels” and “spirits” in
order to support their view. They assert that
“spirits” always refer to human spirits while
“angels” are beings God created separately. In
light of Hebrews 1:14 this distinction is
certainly refutable. It must also be noted that
there is no scripture which supports the
concept of a pre- Adamic race whatsoever.
Also, there must be an imagined gap between
Genesis 1:1 and v. 2 in which all the rebellion,
destruction and the resultant chaos occurred.
Proponents of this theory sometimes point to
the use of the Greek word for demons in the
New Testament. In classical Greek literature its
meaning was “the good spirits of departed men
of the golden age” (Unger, Demons in the
World Today , p. 12). However that usage was
several hundred years before the writing of the
New Testament and the meaning of the word
had changed before it was used by the
Apostles and other writers. This view has very
little (if anything) to recommend it.
Still another view is that demons are the
offspring of an unnatural union between the
“sons of God” (wicked angels)and the
“daughters of men” (human women) recorded
in Genesis 6:1-4. The theory is that the
children of this union were wiped out in the
flood which followed and their spirits became
the demons. If we assume, for argument’s
sake, that this is the correct interpretation
(angels cohabiting with women), still we are
faced with the fact that nowhere does the
Bible address what became of the offspring
after their deaths. Obviously this view of the
origin of demons is highly speculative. (More
later on the Genesis 6:1-4 passage.)
These are all minority views based on incorrect
ideas about the Bible or filling in where God’s
word is silent. Now in the interest of honesty
and accuracy, we must admit that there is no
specific passage in the Bible that spells out in
plain, simple terms exactly where demons do
come from. Some of the background details
related to this matter are definitely sketchy.
But the Bible does provide information which
helps us deduce a much more reasonable
explanation than the ones above. The majority
view among fundamental Christians is that
demons were originally angels who fell from
their holy state by committing sin against God

COLLECTING THE PIECES

A long time ago, in this very house lived a reclusive man whom, in this story, we will call Crank.

Crank never talked to anyone, not even his own children. He had a son and a daughter, Cameron and Liz. They were both talented, smart, good-looking young people; the kind of children that would make any normal parent proud.

Crank was proud of them, or at least, he used to be. When his wife died ten years ago he kicked Cameron and Liz out of his house (they were only 18 and 16 at the time)and he lost all contact with his friends and family. He spent all of the time in his basement, which he forbade any person who might possibly be at his house for whatever reason to enter.

Even though Crank had turned Liz out of her own home at the young age of 16, and never returned her calls, unlike her brother Liz, she still loved and missed him. She longed for the days before her mother's death, when they had all been a family. Maybe, if he saw her in person, Crank would remember and crave for those days too. Maybe.

Liz decided to visit him. The next day she drove to her former home, and gasped in shock at what a horrible state it was in. The red paint was faded and peeling, the grass and weeds were waist high and taking over everything, the door hung open on it's hinges and one of the front windows was smashed in.

Holding back tears, Liz cautiously got out of her car and noticed one other queer thing; every other house on the block had a FOR SALE sign. This didn't catch her attention for very long as she was near tears looking at her childhood home in such disrepair. She felt like she needed a machete just to walk to the front porch.

Liz walked right inside, and wasn't surprised to see that the inside of the house needed just as much work. Dirty dishes were everywhere, some broken, others still topped with molding food. Flies were all over the place, as were maggots. Dirty clothes littered the ground, table tops, and backs of chairs. In the carpet, Liz noticed drops of red. Actually, everywhere there could be found red spatters. In Liz's opinion, that, plus the condition of the house equaled creepy.

Also, the stench in the house was unbearable and utterly unique. A mixture of dirty clothes, cat pee, rotting milk, and... Liz didn't want to acknowledge this...blood.

Liz searched the whole house and couldn't find her father. Then she heard a 'Shing, Shing' noise coming from a door she hadn't checked, labeled "DANGER. KEEP OUT!!!" "Dad?" Lis called weakly, scared.

The 'Shinging' noise stopped. "Who is it?" a gruff, masculine voice yelled angrily. "It's me, Liz. Can I come down and see you?" She said, relieved to hear his voice.

"NO!!!" Crank thundered. "Go away! Don't come back." Liz pushed back a wave of sadness when she heard him say that. "Dad, please. I want to talk to you. I can't leave until I see you." "I told you already, GO!" Crank warned her.

Turning to leave, Liz thought, 'No. He's my Father and he needs me. He's still distraught over mom's death. I can help him, tell him how I dealt with the pain.'

With that thought, Liz turned back and opened the forboding door silently. A wave of freezing cold air struck her with full force. The first thing she saw was blood, lots of it, staining the stairs, covering the walls, everything. The second thing she saw were disembodied limbs and organs, dripping with blood and acid and hanging from the ceiling.

The overpowering stench of the organs hit Liz next, just when she saw her Father, brandishing a chopping knife. "I told you not to come down here, Elisabeth." Crank said, smiling just a little. He started to come up the stairs, slowly, knife in hand.

The tears Liz had been holding back ever since she saw the outside of the house burst forth as she took in the terrible scene before her eyes. "Dad... What is this?" She sobbed, "What have you become?"

Liz failed to notice the sadistic smile on her Dad's face, the wild look in his eye. She still thought she could help him.

Without answering her, Crank said, "You look so much like your mother, Lizzy. I can use you." Without giving her anytime to be confused, Crank chopped off her head and dragged her body downstairs.

The truth was, the only way anyone could ever help Crank was by ending him, contrary to his daughter's belief.

And what was Crank doing in the basement? Collecting body parts and sewing them together, for his wife. He had taken her heart from her dead body and preserved it, along with her last breath. This, added to her new body, would bring her back to life, or so Crank believed in his twisted, murderous mind.

Every night, Crank would go out and collect parts from his neighbors to suit his wife. Nothing ever seemed exactly right so he kept collecting and collecting.

He's still looking for new parts.