Possession Pt. 1

It all started when I lived in Shinglehouse, Pennsylvania, a rural town barely visible on a map. I lived in a large Victorian house that was built around the 1860's.

I was told when I was about to buy the house that a man, his wife and daughter lived there. The man suffered from schizophrenia and murdered his wife and then killed himself. The daughter managed to escape and run away; no one knew where she went though. Some say that they can still hear the shotgun going off that killed both his wife and himself.
I at the time did not believe in paranormal things and bought the house anyways. A month went by and things were fine in my comfortable house. No disturbances or anything. But then one day I could've sworn that I heard footsteps in the cellar, which had been locked tight, plus there were no windows in the cellar, so no one could've gotten in. I brushed it off my shoulder and went on for a couple more days.
I hear them again coming from the cellar, but they were getting louder, and louder, until I couldn't take it any longer and decided to get a key to the lock and open the door. When I got the key and opened up the door an over-powering stench filled the room. I plugged my nose tight and got a flashlight to go investigate what was downstairs. When I got to the bottom of the steps my flashlight died. Eager to get out of the basement due to my fear of darkness I rushed up the stairs. But before I got to the door it slammed shut and I heard someone lock it. Scared out of my mind I called for help but none came. That's when I heard the scratching. It came from the opposite side of the room. I could feel eyes looking at me. The room got colder, and darker as I felt the unpleasant presence come closer. A rotting hand came up and touched my face lightly. Just as that happened, I blacked out. I woke up not really knowing where I was but as I came to my senses I realized I was in my bed. Had it been only just a dream? I couldn't tell, so i just tried to stay away from that basement for precautionary measures.
From that day forward I felt horrible, as if I hadn't gotten any sleep for months. My eyes were darker than night, my skin was a sickly light green and my hair was dried and beginning to turn gray. I decided to see a doctor to find out what was wrong with me. My doctor told me that I was fine despite my facial features. We both found it strange but I decided to just get plenty of rest and drink fluids. It didn't help at all, and as the days passed I felt worse and worse.

One day in particular I had a strange vision of me in a room with a large man holding a gun. He walked to a bed where a woman was laying down, probably sleeping. He pointed his gun and right before the blast I came out of my trance. Something was very wrong. Sharp pains filled my body and I had horrible cramps. Maybe I was getting sick from the house? No that was foolish I thought, but it could be a possibility, so just to be sure I called a paranormal expert. He came to my house, scanned it with his gadgets, and confirmed that there was definitely paranormal entities occupying my house....

PART 2 WILL COME SOON

Sent in by Wicky

Befriending a Demon?

I'm really afraid to put this out there, but I really do need help. I guess I should start by telling you all about myself. I'm a witch and its been in my family for a while. I started to be interested in my family's religion and soon got into it. This year I did my dedication ritual and changed my name (which for my safety I will not put down) and everything seemed alright... I guess.

I'm psychic and have had many experiences throughout my short life (I'm 14) with spirits and although they were weird, they have never been THIS weird or creepy.

Before I go on, I want to tell you all that I have had vivid dreams of shadow people... and its like... they are reaching out to me... calling me. "you are us and we are you" they repeat... weird I know. I won't go into full detail about this, but something had happened with my friend Cam and me and my friend Sam (who is a psychic and a therian) were trying to figure out what to do. She then came to me and said that an outside force had part in what was going on. I myself had felt like that as well.

I began having weird dreams of a man visiting me and when I told Sam this she admitted that she had a spirit of a man following her as well. When he was around, I felt scared. But not because I was afraid of him, but of what he made me feel, like an urge of needing to go somewhere and all he had said to me was "in due time".

(I'm really sorry if some of you don't believe me.. I just need at least ONE person too at least try and help)

Anyways... the visits got a lot more frequent... and then something happened. You know how you have thoughts right? Well have you ever felt like they weren't your own thoughts? But someone else's? Well that's what happened. I ended up writing it all down and showed it to Sam. She freaked because there were things in there that I had no clue of knowing about her. Then it happened to her. What scared me was what they had told her... we are you... and you are us... She (they were talking about me) is us... and us is she...

I wanted to get to the bottom of this so I went to her house and tried to see what was going on... who and what was messing with us. (she also has other spirits at her house). Anyway, I don't want to go into full detail... but the info I got from it was that he was a demon... and had been fallowing us for years... I thought Sam was playing around so I asked it to spell out my witch name that I had claimed as mine. I hardly even touched the stone (my hands were ice cold and shaking) and it spelled out my full name and I began to cry. Sam at that moment had blacked out and was whispering the first part of my name (I had never told her this)

Same with Sam... and it was so freaky... The night that I had done my dedication ritual I had felt a dark presence just beyond my circle I had casted... again that same feeling of fear of what it made me feel had washed over me. I had asked it if he was the one there that night and he had told me yes... all of my dreams... all of those times I had seen them... he was there. This scared me half to death and now I just don't know what to do. He talks to me and its so weird... its like he's been knowing me for a long time... knowing things about me that I wouldn't dare tell anyone else.

Even Sam is scared and now my friend Cam said that she feels different and she doesn't know who she is anymore. I know what your thinking... I know... but I just just need some help. Someone's thoughts about this. Anyone... even if its just one would help me out like crazy.

He keeps telling us that everything we know is a lie... that our lives are going to change... I'm so confused...

Help? Thanks for reading (sorry if its too long)

P.S. I don't know if this helps or anything... but I had decided to walk the path of an nocturnal practitioner... and also if there is any info that I might have left out that you want to know I will try to respond as soon as I can.

thanks again

~many blessings~
Sent in by Panther

The Myth of Vampires and it's Impact on Sociology

If you study closely the mythology of vampires, Vampires were before the 18th century corpses which crawled out of their graves at night to drink the blood or the living fluid from peoples, usually members of their own family or close acquaintances to return after to their graves, they were living dead who could not have any of the living actions, they only rise, feed and die to return again and again.
Of course, if you study vampirism all over the world some details change but they remain living dead.

Contrary to most belief, Bram Stoker was not the creator of the modern romantic (sexual) noble blood sucker, the ones that seduces women to become their victims.
The modern vampire image came out of a boudoir discussion in 1816.
Here’s the story, a group of writers were together on a vacation near Geneva in 1816,
There was George Gordon, Lord Byron, Dr John Polidori, Percy Bysshe Shelley and his to be famous wife, none other than Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (the mother of Frankenstein).
From this discussion everyone decided to write an horror story, Mary Shelley Wrote Frankenstein or the modern promethus and Lord Byron started a novel named The Vampyre but never finished it, it was eventually finished and published by Dr John Polidori in 1819.
Thirty years later Edward Lloyd Publication published Varney the Vampyre Feast of blood.
It was written by many different writers and published in 1847, and like everyone knows Stoker wrote Dracula which was published for the first time  in 1897.

I was first interested in Vampires in the 1960’s, I have seen every movies about them, read every book about them.

Before the 80’s, the only peoples claiming to be vampires were serial killers, because in those days vampires were perceived has Blood Drinking Monsters.

Then in 1976 and later came Anne Rice’s Vampires chronicles, and bang!!!...

Vampires appeared out of nowhere, in Late 90’s and all through the years 2000/2011 the population of alleged REAL Vampires grew faster than the grass on my lawn (this is fast, believe me)

At that point if everyone whom said they were vampires had drank a glass of human blood a day, the population of humans would have been eradicated in 20 years.

In the 90’s and early 2000’s they were the exact descriptions of Anne Rice Vampires, then those (real) vampires changed, most of them moved on as they grew older, but a new breed  was born, now they are the exact description of the Twilight Vampires.

Since 1995, on the web I have met ;
1 time traveller
135 werewolves
1000 Aliens from outer space
3098 Ghosts
10,000 Witches
And about 100,000 Vampires of all kind.
And all of them said they were real and did not care if they were not believed.
They all said they did not care about us humans, (They should, after all we are their lunches)
They all said they were tired of hiding.

Anyway.

Everyone should know that blood cause vomiting when drank in large amount, and has no regenerator properties.

(Serial Killer John George Haigh the acid bath Vampire used to vomit when he drank blood, it was one of the reasons he got caught)

If you say you are an immortal, a person who stay’s young without the use of any regenerator, then we could have a discussion.

But a Vampire,

No way..

I already met one of 2000 years old.

The only creatures in Mythology that drink blood and remain young to live a normal life without anyone knowing it, are the werewolves and their cousins the Priccolitch, a human changing itself into a dog at night to kill and drink the blood of animals.

So kids, keep playing your games but stop trying to convince others that your fantasies are real, it’s not only annoying, it can be dangerous as the internationals news shows us once in a while.

Damian.B.Night

A Friend Who Thought I Was One of Them

When I was four years old me and my family moved to a quiet little house in Michigan.

I quickly became adjusted to life in colder winters and cloudy days, unlike my days in Florida, where I was born. Our new house was bigger than our last one and it had more land. I thought I had become the luckiest girl in the world.

Then I met a girl. I saw her two months after we had moved into the new house. I was playing with my dolls under the covers of my bed when I heard a voice say, "Can I play, too?" I took my head out from under the covers to see who it was and I saw a girl.

She looked perfectly normal, if you don't count her old style that might have come from the 1800's. She wore her brown hair in a ponytail and she had tan skin with giant, innocent looking brown eyes. She had what had seemed like a maid's dress, with a black, poofy dress with a white apron over it. Her shoes were black with buttons on them.

I asked who she was and she said her name was Mary-Anne. She told me this was her room and one day she woke up with giant, scary looking flames around her room. She somehow fell asleep again, and the next morning her parents were not there, nor was her sisters. She said she was waiting for them to come back.

I felt sorry for her, so I handed her a doll and we played. Then I talked to her about my life. She said she was six years old. I thought that my mom would love to hear about this girl. After all, if she loved me, why couldn't she love my friend?

I started to talk about Mary-Anne all the time. She seemed nice and she had a sweet voice that sounded like a quiet, cute whisper. I had come to think of her as my sister. This was great, I had thought. I now had a sister, since I was an only child at the time.

I started to tell my mother how much fun Mary-Anne was and how nice she was. My mother might have thought I was having a imaginary friend because she only laughed. But then things got serious.

I started forcing my mother to make meals for Mary-Anne and to let her go to the park with us and such. I would ask Mary-Anne about her family and her life and she had said she did not know what a park was.

I showed her to the door but when I stepped outside Mary-Anne would stop and give me the evil eye, then turn and stomp away. I had no clue why, but now I think I know. Mary-Anne was not allowed to go past the door, and I think she was angry at me for leaving her like this.

Mary-Anne may have seemed nice, but she was violent when she was angry. When I came back and went to my room Mary-Anne grabbed me neck and pushed me against the wall and screamed, "You left me! You left me! You left me like my Momma and Poppa did!" When that happened, I just slunk away from my room.

But on this particular day, I had told Mary-Anne I would have to go to school. Mary-Anne knew what this was and she knew I would be gone for part of the day. She yelled at me and scolded me and told me she would hurt me if I left her once again.

I tried to explain I could not miss out on my education, but Mary-Anne would not hear it. When I left for school, all I could think about was not to face Mary-Anne so that I would not get hurt.

I had been gone for at least six hours when I came home, and Mary-Anne was furious. "You left me longer than you ever had before! I can't be your friend if you keep doing this!" And with that, she grabbed my hair so hard a chunk of my brown hair fell off. I screamed and then I thwacked her head.

Mary-Anne screamed and then glared at me with evil eyes. "How dare you!" She said. She grabbed my hand so hard it hurt. Her long fingernails dug into my wrist and I cried in pain. She pulled me to the bathroom and ran the water in the tub. When it was full she dunked my head inside and would not let me out.

I gargled the water and gasped for air. My mother then came and saw me with my head in the water, desperate for air. She had not seen Mary-Anne, and she thought I was trying to kill myself.

She pulled me out, defeating the six year old power that Mary-Anne had. "There is much to live for, Jenisse! Don't be doing that again!" She scolded. I knew I was too young to try to commit suicide, so I thought it was silly that my mother would think that.

When I went to bed Mary-Anne was waiting for me. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I'm sorry." She had said. I now feared her. I knew her anger would get out of control if I said I did not forgive her, so I said I forgave her. But truly, I wanted to run to my mother and cry.

With that, Mary-Anne said it was time for bed and she disappeared in the walls. I tucked myself into bed, thinking of the horrors my 'friend' had decided to do.

I now did not want to live in my home anymore. With that, I fell asleep.

I was woken up in the middle of the night with a shake on my arm. "Come on, Jenisse, let's play!" Mary-Anne whined. "I don't want to play, now. I want to sleep." I confirmed. Mary-Anne glared at me.

"We will play NOW. GET UP!" She demanded. With that, I pushed her out of my way and went to my mother's room. I heard Mary-Anne scream in fury and scurry after me.

I looked back. I saw Mary-Anne's true face, bloody and burnt from fire. I knew now that she was a ghost, and she was dead. That scary thing that was around her bed- it was fire.

It all came together and then I ran faster, trying to get to my mother's room. I made it and  Mary-Anne's bloody face stared at me, and then she yelled, "I'll get you!" And with that, she disappeared.

I told my mother all that had happened and my mother thought It was a nightmare. But it was too realistic to be a dream. I never saw Mary-Anne again. Maybe she crossed over and found her family or maybe she could not see me anymore, for she had revealed her true self and now I could no longer see her.

But I was happy that I never saw her again.

Sent in by Jenisse

March Vampire Home

Legends about vampires prevailed in middle Qing Dynasty and afterwards. Most records were made by Yuan Mei and JI Xiaolan, who were both famous scholars then.

Marching vampire home originated in four counties of western HU NAN province of western China. When a man died his body would be marched home by a magician before the corpse decayed... lining up with wrist tied to one string, corpses bounced along the road. It was yellow paper talisman attached to the corpse’s forehead which is given magic power by skilled magician that sent corpses following the magician ahead of them.

During their move, gongs were struck and bells shook by other magicians to warn people ahead to avoid them. The gang moved at night and lodged at inn during daytime to go to sleep. On arriving at a hotel, magicians will remove talismans from corpse’s forehead for during daytime, corpses have no ability to make troubles.

It is also said that actually, corpse was carried home by people on their shoulder. A generally-accepted idea is Marching vampire home is closely associated with drug-trafficking activity. Corpse is often considered not auspicious in Chinese tradition and people will avoid corpse as much as possible. So under the cover of vampire, opium produced  by western powers, especially Britain, found their way to Chinese addicts. From this point, Britain contributed a lot to vampire legends in China.

Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011



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