Showing posts with label scary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scary. Show all posts

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Who pinched me?

Believe in the paranormal? 
 Believe in ghosts? 
 Believe in demons
and all of the creatures
Sam and Dean
fight in “Supernatural”? 
 If so,
today is your day! 
 It’s Paranormal Day. 
Here’s a story,
to tell while you’re
 sitting in the dark… 
There’s a pub –
The Queen’s Arms.


Patrons like to stand
with their backs to the walls…
 well, their backsides to the wall! 
There’s a cheeky ghost
in there – a ghost
who likes to pinch patrons
 on the bum! 
Cheeky!
The ghost has been named
 Grasper because of the
firm grasp that is felt
 on bums!
Imagine…
You’re having a drink
with your mates,
when… suddenly,
someone pinches your bum!
  I know the Cow
would turn with indignation
to face the man
who’d pinched her…
But…
There’s no one there! 
 What!? 
Grasper also enjoys a smoke,
 with tendrils of smoke
floating into the air
 when the pub is empty.
(So bad for his health!) 
 The pub is 170 years old.
  It seems that Grasper
 is not the only
resident ghost in the pub
 – he’s just
the only bum-pincher! 
 
Now, if you don’t believe
in the paranormal…
you can’t enjoy
the story of Grasper…
Hmmm…
it’s worth believing,
because the Grasper story
is very cool!
 Photos from here and here.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

There’s a house in Australia where people go to be terrified.  They go there to spend the night – but they don’t get much sleep.  The house has ghosts.
Monte Cristo is arguably
the most haunted house in Australia.


In 1876, Christopher William Crawley acquired some land in a remote area.  By 1878 the Great Southern Railway Line was running through the area and Crawley’s Hotel was making him rich.  Crawley wielded so much power over the area that he was regarded as the Town Founder and owned almost all of the land.  He was generous, financing the construction of several civic projects, including a church.
Crawley needed a home worthy of his wealthy status, and so Monte Christo was built.  The home certainly stood out as the best in the area.  It sat atop a hill, overlooking the surrounding land, symbolic of Crawley’s position within the town.
The house was built from sandstock bricks fired on site and laid with a drystone foundation. (I’m not certain what this means, but after a century – not one crack has appeared in the brickwork!)  The upper and lower walls are made of brick.  The upper walls are 9 inches thick while the lower walls are 18 inches thick – 18 inches!  The ceilings are 12 feet high.  Needless to say, it was a “fancy pants” house and more information on its glory can be read here.
The Crawley’s seven children were sent to equally fancy pants schools and were all very talented in the music and art fields. The boys became doctors and solicitors.
Like many fancy homes, servants complained about their harsh treatment by the family.  Today, stories of torture, murder and suicide help to increase interest in the home.
William Crawley died at the house, on the 14th of December.  He died “from heart failure, secondary to blood poisoning caused by a carbuncle on his neck becoming infected from rubbing up against a starched collar”. (There’s a lot to be said for not using starch!)
For the next 23 years, Mrs Crawley left the house on only two occasions!  She died in the house on the 12th of August.  She was 92.  She died of “heart failure, secondary to a ruptured appendix”.  Monte Christ remained a family home until 1948, but the fancy pants days were over.  During the next decade, furniture was sold off, the house lost its shine, was vandalised and neglected.  In 1963 it was purchased by Reg and Olive Ryan.  Ryan loved the home so much that he spend countless dollars returning the ruined home to its former glory.
They sometimes returned home and discovered their new home blazing in lights – even when the electricity was disconnected.
Now, it’s a ghost house... There are reportedly at least ten ghosts living within the building.  People travel from all over the world to sleep in the bedrooms of the Monte Christo.... some of those people eventually fall asleep in their own cars, parked down the hill and far away from the home.
Many mediums have reportedly run, screaming from the home...
The stairs seem to be an especially haunted area of the house. ... Especially for children, who often scream as they move up them.  Often children without asthma suffer severe asthmatic reactions.   People have reported feeling unseen forces, preventing them from climbing the stairs.
Reassuringly, Reg Ryan has never had a bad experience from the ghosts he shares a home with.  Proof to me that, a ghost can live in your home ... peacefully... leaving you to live your own life.



A group of ghost hunters spend a weekend in Monte Christo.  They did not capture any ghostly evidence on their visual or audio devices.  They did discover a floorboard, used by Reg Ryan to trigger the opening of a cupboard door.  Neat trick for scaring paying guests...
I can’t help but wonder what other tricks are used to create scary sensations during the night...
But, would I like to spend a night in the Monte Christo?
No.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Bumpy Nights

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Flickering lights...
Dripping taps...
Cold patches...
Ghosts. 
The last few nights, I’ve been super-sensitive to the things that go bump in the night!  Each time the fan flicks the sheet... each time my hair brushes my face.  I’m sensing things that aren’t there... or ... are they?  I went to Google in search of answers.  The first thing I learned, was that my sudden on-rush of nerves as the minutes approach midnight are... unnecessary!  Midnight’s not the ghost time!  It’s really 3am!  (Knowing that, I still find myself rushing to get myself into bed before ten to midnight – Just in case!)
So, this 3am thing seems to be related to Christianity... 
I wonder when the ghosts from other religions start to visit?
Apparently, Jesus Christ died at 3pm.  3am is the direct opposite time – and demons and evil spirits are the opposite to Jesus...So, the scariest time of the night is 3am.
It seems that everyone agrees that ghosts are the spirits of people who’ve died and that if there was violence when they died, the ghosts will be more likely to stick around to haunt the place.
Something I didn’t know – there are two kinds of ghosts: residual and walking.  The walking ghosts roam around, while the residual ones are the kind to stick to one place. Residual ghosts relive an event again and again and seem unable to react with a living human.
I guess that makes the walking kind scarier!
Strangely enough, if you have a ghost hanging around, scaring you.... You can tell it to leave you alone!  If you want it to leave the building forever, you have to say that.
Before it seems that I have taken on a mocking tone, I should admit to saying these words...
out loud...
with conviction!
(repeatedly!)
I lived in a house where I didn’t feel welcome.  There were a few indicators of this.  Apart from the constantly dripping tap, there were no other stereotypical signs of a ghostly presence.... But, I knew something was there.
I knew it when my feet were touched and when I was pushed and when I saw flashes of white.
So, photographical evidence?  I’m sceptical of photos plastered online – unless they’ve been examined and scrutinised for fraud and tampering!
I’m more tempted to believe photos taken many, many years ago, when tampering was a little more difficult.  I found some cool pictures!
The Brown Lady rates as one of the best ghost pictures ever.

The ghost is believed to be Lady Dorothy Townshend, wife of Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount of Raynham.  They lived in Norfolk, England in the 1700s.  It’s reported that Charles suspected her of infidelity.  Legally, she died and was buried in 1726, but it is rumoured that the funeral was a sham and he had her locked up in a room for several more years!  Obviously, she was not impressed!  Her ghost was seen in the early 1800s by King George IV and again in 1835 by a Colonel.  Three more people saw her a few years later.  The famous photo was taken in September 1936 by Captain Provand and Indre Shira.
It’s hard to dismiss that photo...
(And King George IV saw it!)
The next picture was taken on the 16th of November 1968.  The solid looking man was giving a speech and the shadowy looking guy is supposedly his brother, who died in 1944.  (Apparently, the critics accept it as an unaltered photo) 

The photo I most enjoyed was the one of the WWI soldiers.  The soldiers posed for a photo – not realising that there was another person posing, too.  I zoomed in on the photograph and the “extra” person was clearly there!  He’s in the top row, behind the man fourth from the left.  The extra man is apparently Freddy Jackson, who’s funeral had taken place earlier the same day this photo was taken.

Strangely enough, I’ve discovered that telling people to be gentle when they visit me works!  I’m expecting another visitor soon... I invited him.  What I’m starting to worry about, is that I didn’t tell him to be gentle.  He enjoyed playing pranks – so... I’m almost expecting him to pull the sheets from my bed!  I know the fear is irrational... but so are the pre-midnight jitters and I can’t stop them!
So... all ghosts out there... Could you please pass on my request for gentle pats and no funny business!