Don’t Piss Her Off

November 6, 2008

You could be next . .  firestarter


A Close Call

September 15, 2005

A personal anecdote, if you’ll indulge me . . .
Today I stood in the bathroom holding my 2-year-old daughter, just goofing around and making faces in the mirror. Not sure why, but I was singing the song The Candyman (the Candyman can ’cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste gooood). Anyway, I’m serenading my daughter (as we look at ourselves in the mirror) and I come to the end of the song, which goes something like “candyman . . . candyman . . . ” I caught myself just before I uttered the fifth “candyman.”
Boy, that was close.

The Bell Witch

September 12, 2005

Here’s a good bedtime story, kids. The Bell Witch haunted a Tennessee family in the 1800s. The ghost even allegedly murdered the father of the poor family. Even future president Andrew Jackson investigated the case, but after a night of being slapped, punched, having his hair pulled and his covers yanked off his bed in the middle of the night, Ol’ Hickory decided he’d rather fight the bloody British.

The Sounds of Hell

September 11, 2005

The previous post containing the Russian exorcism audio reminded me of the recording that was supposedly made by Russian geologists in Siberia who lowered a microphone into a 14-kilometer-deep hole and recorded the screams of the damned. Anyone remember this?
Of course, we all know it was most likely recorded at an Ashlee Simpson concert, but it’s still in keeping with the Halloween spirit.

Honey, I Swear I’ll Put the Lid Down Next Time!

September 9, 2005

One movie I’m looking forward to seeing is The Exorcism of Emily Rose. The movie is based on the true story of Anneliese Michel, a German girl who died during an exorcism in 1976 when medical attention was withheld.
Speaking of exorcism, here’s a recording of one from Russia (warning: make sure the lights are on).

The Highgate Vampire is Back!

September 8, 2005

Since it’s never too early to kick off the Halloween season, here’s some info about the so-called “Highgate Vampire.” True or not, it’s a tale sure to get you in the holiday spirit.
In the late 1960’s, reports began to circulate that a tall, dark phantom was lurking among the tombstones in the Cemetery of St. James in London’s Highgate section. There were also reports that the cemetery was being used for the ritual killing of animals whose carcasses were found drained of blood.
The Highgate Vampire came to the attention of occult researcher Sean Manchester. Manchester was investigating the case of a young girl who claimed she was being tormented by a nighttime visitor who left small puncture wounds on her neck. While following the girl during one of her late night sleepwalks, she led him to a burial vault in the cemetery where Manchester found three coffins. They were empty.
In another vault, Manchester found what he believed to be the “real” vampire and did the Van Helsing routine. Later, Manchester entered a haunted mansion near the cemetery and found a coffin in the basement. Upon opening it, he found the body of the same vampire he’d seen years earlier. He staked the body, and it disintegrated.
Manchester later identified a woman named Lusia as a vampire descendant of the original Highgate Vampire. One night in 1982, he encountered a large, spiderlike creature in the cemetery. He staked it, and come morning, the thing had metamorphosed into Lusia.
More information on the Highgate Vampire affair can be found here.
Apparently, the vampire is active again, as a tall, dark figure is haunting the cemetery once more . . .

Bodies In Ben Franklin’s Basement

September 8, 2005

In 1998, the bodies of four adults and six children were found under a home once occupied by Benjamin Franklin. The bodies were buried about the time Franklin lived there. The bones appear to have been “dissected, sawn or cut, and one skull had several holes drilled in it.”
It is believed that another tenant of the home, a doctor, was responsible for the bodies. Apparently, he plundered several graves and used the bodies for medical experiments.
So, we can’t call ol’ Ben a serial killer. Not yet, anyway.