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Heart broken!

I am devastated by the recent news I came across. Tuesday night I learned as news 12 proudly announced Demolition has begun on the Kings Park Psychiatric center.

Built in 1885 and finally put out of commission in 1996 these historical buildings will finally be torn down, the property is said to be used for a recreational park, as well as residential and commercial use.

The Asylum housed the mentally ill beginning in 1895 and practiced electro-shock therapy, lobotomies and the latest quack medical procedures of the time. While this all seems horrifying today, with out these practices we would not have the knowledge or procedures we have today! Kings park in it’s time was considered the most advanced state of the art facility in operation.

In the above video you can gain a little insight as to what the center was all about.

http://www.opacity.us/site3_kings_park_psychiatric_center.htm

The above link boasts hundreds of pictures of what the site looks like now and is a great source of information, not just for this particular hospital, but many other abandoned sites as well.

I am a huge lover of historical buildings and Victorian era architecture. It always greatly saddens me when I find these buildings being destroyed to build things like Target or Walmart. By the time I have grand-kids the ability to see such beauty will be forever lost save for text books. That alone breaks my heart!!

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So my ghost saves the day!

Night before last, the woman whom resides somewhere in the reassess of my home gave me a wake up call. She has woken me up several times now, calling my name or making loud noises near me while I sleep.

About 4:30 Friday morning I heard my name, thinking I was merely dreaming I just rolled over ignoring the woman’s voice. A few seconds later, she called me again, “Get up, hurry, Amanda get up!” she exclaimed directly into my ear. I swung around looking but saw nothing, however I heard the dogs out side barking and whimpering. I ran out to find my two beloved pups fighting, my husky Karra had my lab Sandy pinned to the ground face in the dirt, much like an elementary school brawl. Apparently, Karra had found herself a tasty rabbit that she caught and the lab wanted her to share!

Normally I do not leave my dogs outside over night, but with the heat it was cooler outside than it was in, so I opted to let  them relax in the cooler air. Well that was a mistake, however this isn’t the first time that my ghost, this woman had called me for something. A few times it was nothing but mischief, once or twice I adverted disaster by finding my older son had snuck down  and was up to no good. She is my angel, the sweeter side to the two entities that live in my home.  The other, a man whom seems to be a bit distraught about us being there, but has been calm for sometime now but sometimes causes trouble.

After breaking up the fight and cleaned up the mess I simply thanked her before returning to bed. I do not know the reason as to why she is still here, but I sleep much easier knowing while my eyes are closed she is looking over us!


The Bell Witch

John Bell house, home of the Bell Witch of Tennessee

Most likely one of the most infamous hauntings in America, the story of The Bell Witch is one that will never lose its power to capture peoples attention.
Jonh Bell was a man haunted by something more than his past. By something that would torment he and his family, months at a time over the course of many years.
Was it a demon? Was it a poltergiest? Or was it what it claimed to be, the angry, vengeful spirit of Kate Batts. A neighbor that John Bell was thought to have cheated out of her land many years before.

John Bell moved his wife and three children, Betsy, Richard and Joel from North Carolina to Roberston County, Tennessee in the early 1800’s. It was here that his story begins.

One day in 1817 John as per usual was checking his crops. During this time he encountered a strange beast with the body of  a dog with the head of a rabbit between the corn rows, he shot at the animal and it vanished.  Hours passed and Mr. Bell put the strange incident behind him until dinner time, when they began to hear noises, something beating against the outside of their log cabin.

The incidents did not stop there, the children began to wake frightened, hearing what they thought were rats gnawing at their bed posts, having the covers pulled off them during the night and the noises only grew harsher and more violent as the nights passed. Mr. Bell often ran from the house attempting to catch the assailant but always returned disappointed and empty handed.

As time passed, the family began to hear voices, and the youngest daughter Betsy was brutally beaten by the spirit. It all came to an end in 1821 when John Bell himself fell ill and passed on December 20, 1820. It was said that the witch poisoned him. From then on, her presence vanished, there were no more occurrences to account as if her sole purpose was to kill John Bell.

Many theory’s speculate the cause of her presence, one of which was she was John Bell’s mistress, or possibly he took her land and the witch took revenge via magic. No one knows, but the fact remains, there are many accounts of the haunting and torment of the Bell family. Enough in fact to make the story not only real but believable…

Now the Bell house is long gone, but the ghost stories have yet to end. Some people say that they still hear the laughter of a woman near the property, sometimes singing. Maybe she still haunts the site, proud of her accomplishment in the death of John Bell…

To find more on the Bell Witch and the full story please visit this very informative site!

http://www.bellwitch.org/home.htm


Last night was fun!

Last night was party time for the spirits in my home. I haven’t gotten to that story here yet so I will give you little info, I presently have two spirits in my home. A male and a female. The man is much more aggressive when he wants to be, he makes sure his presence is known, as for the woman, she is relatively quiet most of the time.

Well last night she decided to wake me yet again. I was sound asleep comfy in my bed to hear a woman’s voice call out. She said simply

“Amanda, time to wake up.” Her voice was soft and soothing.

I woke up and looked around and nothing, the room was quiet and dark, I looked at the clock, three thirty am. I whispered to her, shhh you’re two and a half hours early.

I rolled over onto my side, annoyed but still semi calm. Just as I started to drift off to sleep once I heard a slam come from the kitchen. I got up annoyed to check on the dog, whom I found cowering under the table. I searched through the house for anything left askew or what may have caused the bang I heard, I found nothing. I called out to my friends once more, “Enough is  enough I have to work tomorrow.”

Well they continued to have fun, the T.V. turned on and off repeatedly, and a few other noises, but I drifted back to sleep not to be awoken again until the alarm went off…


Dreams

Recent events have led me to write this post. I have always been a dreamer, since I was a child I would have dreams that essentially came true. My first one was when I was in the second grade. Thank goodness for it because I passed the pop quiz with flying colors, as I got older the dreams slowed down. When I was in my twenties I had a reoccurring dream of someone having a motor cycle accident. Every night for three or four months, it was blurry, I could not make out the rider, the stores, or anything for that matter, all I could see was a blue small car pull out of a parking lot and hit him. The dream ended when I had ran into an old friend at the store.
He proceeded to tell me all about the accident I had in my dreams.

Last night I had some very vivid dreams, something I haven’t had in months. My dreams have not only been scarce but mostly fictional. I believe them to be past lives. I revisited history, many past lives that gave me clarity on who I really am.

My question to you is, do you have dreams that show you either the past or future?


Flintlock Drive

After moving away from George I moved in with my mother into a brick style house located in Mastic NY. I met a ghost here, that took the form of the owners father. With some research I had found that he passed away during the construction of the building. This spirit was one of the first to actually scare me.Everything was calm when we first moved into the upstairs apartment, a small two bedroom that didn’t have much, but we called it home. I shared a room with my little brother, now a bright blue eyed red head now the age of 4 or 5. Not to sound cliche, but it all started during a thunder storm. The only window in our bedroom was situated to the right of my little brothers bed.

I sat up awake, the roaring thunder leaving me restless. I just watched the flashes of light dancing on the wall just above my brother’s sleeping head. What I saw in one of the flashes did give me quiet a start. I remember him so vividly, a tall man, dressed in a white T shirt that was torn to ribbons soaked in blood, blue jeans that seemed to be frosted with various contractor items, such as paint and sheet rock dust, black work boots, his hair was dark, a total mess and his stare was piercing. His eyes burned a hole directly into my soul, he terrified me and his gaze looked down at the sleeping toddler with such malice that I quickly ripped the boy from his bed and pulled him into mine. I stared back at the apparition my own gaze holding just as much malice, I threatened it, verbally yelling at him, that dare he harm a hair on his head, I would kill myself and give him an afterlife he would forever regret. The apparition smiled before fading into the wall, little did I know my threat was what would do me in.

I became the center of his attacks, invisible hands trying to push me down the steps, doors slamming closed in my face, noises following me throughout the apartment. He was calling me on my bluff. I began to practice Wicca, finding restitution in the protection spells and the newly found knowledge of the paranormal. My circle of friends began to differ from the ghetto thugs that I once admired to psychics and other magical beings. Two of my friends, Jan and Dave (yes the names are changed) were of the psychic persona. Jan was a medium, she took spirits into her body enabling them to speak. She reminded me of Sybil, with her multiple personalities, I never knew who or what I was speaking to. All and all she was my best friend, crazy or not. She entered my house once and only once, the spirit that plagued me quickly tried to take over. She told me he was pure evil, he was not the man that he posed as but something much more sinister. David, never entered the house, he merely stood out front realizing that the entity was a demon, or so he told me.

As time went on more and more strange happenings became more daily routine. I held onto the banister tightly any time I neared stairs, my little brother slept in bed with me out of fear of something happening to him and I pretty much became used to his antics by now.

It was a summer day about ninety degrees out and I decided to take a dip in the pool. As I swam around alone I began to see things. I would dive down and see a dark figure floating above me, when I brought my head back above water the figure was gone. I tested this theory a few times, forcing my eyes to remain open as I brought them both above and below the water, the figure continued to vanish each time I was above the water line. I decided I didn’t want to be swimming with a vanishing dead body and got out of the pool. I laid in the sun for some time drying off before going up stairs to change. A few of my friends came over later that day and we proceeded into the basement of the house. I had gotten permission to use the basement from the owners son because there was a pool table down there. He had left the door unlocked for me. After a few rounds we all decided to head back upstairs. We stood in the garage smoking and just talking about teenage garbage, you know, this one’s a slut and that one got the snot kicked out of her and the other one has it coming, teenage garble, when we began to hear foot steps coming from the basement. We looked at each other in awe, all were accounted for and there was no other way into the basement, not even through the house. I decided to be the tough one.

“Hey knock it off would ya, your scaring the babies around here.” I said laughing.

His reply, a low growl, GET OUT! Before slamming the door so hard the frame nearly came off. Well even though the garage door was open, we still needed to pass by the basement door to get out, we decided that was a bad idea. The lot of us tore through the back yard as if someone had set us on fire, as they tried to jump over the fence as I proceeded straight through it. It was agreed from then on that we would never visit the basement again.

A few weeks later I was in the owners portion of the home playing Nintendo. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I listened to his foot steps walk up behind me, I heard them stop directly at my back, I gave him a warning shout, telling him I wasn’t in the mood. I was answered with a piercing shriek and a smack to the back of my head. I saw stars as I regained my balance, I stood still a little wobbly and cursed at the nothingness that stood before me. I again was answered with more violence, a sharp pain to my gut left me gasping for air. I staggered out of the house and went straight to Jan’s house. I called my father begging him to pick me up. I had had enough.

My father moved me out of the house, I fought desperately to have him take my brother as well but my mother would not give up custody, they moved out shortly after but no one said a word about the thing that lived with in…


Pepper’s ghost theory

I decided to stray for the real over to the fantasy for a spell. If you haven’t heard of what this is, well it’s a very convincing way to invent a ghost.

Ever heard the term, with smoke and mirrors, well this is why. Through the proper use of lights, glass and mirrors you can create a very convincing spectral image. For example


you can see in this video a very real looking ghost that play’s the piano, quiet convincing correct? You can not see any mirrors, glass or lights to project the image. If you read the comment section you can see that there was a piece of poster board just out of view. The image is projected onto that board which reflect off the screen and into the glass which is right in front of the window. The glass has no border so it blends quiet nicely into the background making you think it’s not there.

Another example:

This clearly shows how the ghost is executed.

Pretty convincing huh? I am currently in the process of generating my own ghost for a haunted house that I do. I can only hope I can pull it off in time!

Hope you enjoyed and now you know how to spot a fake!