Ghost

Photo: Emily Carydias

 

A MELBOURNE tourist believes she has caught photographic evidence of a ghost haunting Babinda Boulders.

Emily Carydias was on a tour that included Babinda Boulders on Thursday and was aware of the legend of the Aboriginal woman who is said to haunt the water.

from Cairns dot com dot au

Can you see the woman’s face in the water?

I can.

I’m not sure if it’s a real ghost or not- but I do like the story the photographer tells.

She just pointed her camera and clicked and says she caught a ghost on film.

Argue with that.

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The Charles Dickens Experiment

If I had to choose my all time favorite Ghost Story

It would be Charles Dicken’s

A Christmas Carol.

It has it all, ghosts, gloom, despair, human monsters ( my favorite kind of monster ) and at the end when Scrooge is in the Graveyard and has guessed exactly who is in that uncared for grave and says:

“Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point,” said Scrooge, “answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?”

Pure Ghost Story Gold.

So here’s the deal.

Normally from November till Christmas I do the light hearted stuff.

But this year I do believe that today I will return to my Owl Creek Bridge Blog and begin

The Dicken’s Experiment.

I want to see if I can keep it odd and macabre during the Christmas Season.

I’ll bet you I can.

So check out my daily posts HERE and see how I do.

Happy Holidays!

You know, until I get my hands all over it.

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A Girl Can Dream, Can’t She?

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I have always wanted to live in a Haunted House with a cemetery in the

 front yard.

Not in the back yard, not hidden on the side yard.

But right in

THE FRONT YARD.

If I can’t have that I’m hoping that one day I’ll at least have haunted furniture like Max has.

Check it out HERE

On The Tenth Day

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On

Day 10

It all begins to make sense

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Photo: Roadside America

Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me to explain the psychology behind it

but I get a lot of request for ghost stories during Christmas.

Here are a couple that’ I’m really glad I wrote because not only do they creep me out I think they’re really funny at the same time. And for what it’s worth- in my opinion- these stories could have only been written by someone who

has a Fiji Mermaid at the top of her Christmas Wish List

( it’s on the bottom too- oh- and in the middle and written in the margins as well )

So without further ado-

 from my Vaults at

Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge

 May I Present:

Once Upon A Nightmare

” Once I had a nightmare ” my friend Bonnie told me ” about this witch who tried to break into my house “

” Okay, ” I tell Bonnie thinking this sounds like a good story to kill that long bus ride home from Seattle ” so how did it go? “

“Well, in my dream I heard my dog crying and in my dream I woke up and went and looked out my bedroom window. “

” And your dog was…”

” Hanging from a tree. “

” Like Hell you say. “

” It’s true, so I tried to run down my hallway to help get her out of the tree but the floor was gone and all I saw where the floor should have been was this dark pit filled with people with snake’s eyes and they were talking to me in a language I couldn’t understand.”

” I really hate it when that happens…” Bonnie looks at me a little strangely and I say ” you know… in my dreams.”

” Well sure.  So anyway I go back to my bedroom and crawl out my window and then I fall into my rose bushes. “

I turned that image over in my mind a few times..

Bonnie isn’t into breaking a sweat for any reason- she wouldn’t run wouldn’t run from Lizzie Borden  swinging an ax to save her own  life so I couldn’t begin to imagine her crawling out of a window.

I smiled and encouraged she went on.

” When I get outside there’s this woman standing by Tippy and she’s got her back turned towards me. As much as I want to help Tippy I don’t want her, whoever she is, to turn around.”

” No. ” I tell Bonnie. ” You certainly do not want that.  It’s a psychology thing…”

” Yeah well, she doesn’t turn around. She just reached up and grabs Tippy by her neck and yanks down. “

” Damn. ” I say ” So what did you do?”

” I run back to my front door and just as I run through it, the door slams shut and I throw myself against it…and I can feel the knob turning in my hand and just before it opens I lock it.”

” Good for you. “

” It didn’t matter, because the door swung open and pushed me back and then the Witch came in with Tippy. She was dragging Tippy by the rope and then Tippy opened her eyes and- she wasn’t Tippy anymore.”

” What was she? “

” Dead.” Bonnie says sadly. ” And I started to cry and scream for Tippy not to leave me and then I woke up.”

” Look, it was only a dream right? I mean Tippy isn’t really dead and the Witch didn’t get you.”

Bonnie looks at me and I look at her and Bonnie asks me if I think she’ll have that awful nightmare again.

 ” Bonnie”  I say as I  pull a rope from out of my pocket ” you’re not awake yet.”

THE END

Really…that was

THE END

let’s pause here for a brief commercial break:

and now let’s continue on to:

Washington Street

On the corner of Washington Street, just down the street from where I get off the bus in the morning was the rusted ruined shell of a phone booth standing in the corner of a Parking Lot.

The glass was gone, the coin box was gone and the metal cord that connects the receiver to the phone was gone too.

All that was left intact was a phone book that had to be about 6 years old.

One day I saw someone who looked looked like my childhood friend standing in the booth with the receiver to his ear.

 As I walked by he held it out to me and said,

” it’s for you. “

It’s not you- I thought to myself-

 I haven’t seen you in years

not since the first day of work when my code that was supposed to open all of the doors

wouldn’t work  and the Manager had to key his code in for me and  he couldn’t stop aplogizing because not only could I not get into the work area I also couldn’t get into my office  or to the room where we kept the keys for the cars or the supply room

 and

when the door to the work area swung open there was my friend

laying on the cot.

My first best friend

was the first person I embalmed.

It’s not you

I thought to myself as I walked down the street.

And the man in the booth called out to me.

” They’ll try you again later.”

A week later the phone booth was gone – the city was about to start construction on a new building across the street- and that corner was now being used for the Job Sight Shack.

The New Building is up now

The Parking lot is back

and so is the phone booth.

 I don’t walk on that side of the street anymore.

I can’t.

Look What I Dug Up!

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Tomorrow, Saturday, November 3, WNJ’s own Joanne Austin and Ryan Doan will be signing their book Weird Hauntings: True Tales of Ghostly Places, at the Barnes & Noble store in Howell from 2 to 4 PM. The store is located on the northbound side of Route 9.

 

NOW HERE’S A TASTE….READ THIS BOOK…IN THE DARK…I DARE YOU

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Weird Hauntings 
“Did you hear something?” “Is someone there?” “Did you ever get that feeling you were being watched?” Sometimes, fellow readers, there are no answers to these questions. At least no answers that make sense in our real, tangible, predictable world. Because there is another world out there – one that’s full of weird hauntings.And who better to bring otherworldly nightmares to you than Weird NJ’s own Joanne Austin, who has compiled the eeriest, strangest, most hair-raising, and true (as far as we mortals can tell) stories of ghosts that haunt our neighborhoods, battlefields, restaurants, roads, hotels, schools, and.….homes. All the dead are beautifully illustrated and brought back to life by long time Weird NJ artist Ryan Doan (RyanDoan.com).Whether it’s the specters that traverse Zombie Road, the Nob Hill Ghost, the spirits of weary soldiers at Antietam, or the antics of little Sarah who invisibly moves objects in an Ohio inn, you are about to encounter specters who will startle you, sometimes make you smile, and, more often than not, scare the living daylights out of you.

Weird hauntings are everywhere. And, good people that we are, we even include their addresses.

Sleeping with the lights on tonight? Don’t forget to check under the bed.

Did You See That?

Just doing my part to spread the Halloween joy…

 Here are some treats to get you in the Halloween Spirit

! enjoy !

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For some Devilish Delights ( and I DO MEAN Devilish Delights)

 visit

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at

The Hungry Ghost

He says it’s all about Pies, but for real Tony loves that spooky stuff so check him out at Tales at Twilight

I AM NOT WORTHY I AM NOT WORTHY visit my heroes Mark and Mark at Weird New Jersey –they so rule.

And to get that little chill- you know the one that runs up and

down your spine just as the lights go off…

read Max’s Ghost Story

Want to see something really strange? Then vist the West Midland Ghost Club in the U.K. ….

or you could stay local like me and hang ( ha ) with the crew from A.P.A.R.T

ONE MORE DAY!

NOW GO FORTH AND HALLOWEEN….

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Legend Of The Tommy Knockers

from Teller Colorado History 

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They ( the Miners ) believed that while working down in a mine the ghosts or spirits of dead miners who had been killed in mines would come to claim their souls. 

When all was quiet down in the mine shaft sometimes the miners would hear a taping, the sound of a pick hitting rock. 

 This was the sound of a Tommy Knocker and many, many times when this sound was heard there would soon be a cave in of the mine and many miners lost their lives this way. 

Therefore, when the miners heard this sound those who believed in the Tommy Knockers would run from the mine and would not return to work in it again. 

consider this: what it would feel like if you woke up one night and heard that sound coming from under your bed.

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for more tales of the Macabre

vist

anita’s owl creek bridge

 

Do You Believe?

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People debate it all of the time- with themselves, with each other and I think it’s a waste of time. 

Ghosts are for real…and if they aren’t they should be because when it comes right down to it, we all need a good story now and then.

And  good stories make for good times.

So read this article and remember…it’s FIVE MORE DAYS!

and that cool breath of air on your neck.

it’s just me…

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That’s the spirit: Belief in ghosts high

By ALAN FRAM and TREVOR TOMPSON, Associated Press

Those things that go bump in the night? About one-third of people believe they could be ghosts.

And nearly one out of four, 23 percent, say they’ve actually seen a ghost or felt its presence, finds a pre-Halloween poll by The Associated Press and Ipsos.

One is Misty Conrad, who says she fled her rented home in Syracuse, Ind., after her daughter began talking to an unseen girl named Nicole and neighbors said children had been murdered in the house. That was after the TV and lights began flicking on at night.

“It kind of creeped you out,” Conrad, 40, of Hampton, Va., recalled this week. “I needed to get us out.”

About one out of five people, 19 percent, say they accept the existence of spells or witchcraft. Nearly half, 48 percent, believe in extrasensory perception, or ESP.

The most likely candidates for ghostly visits include single people, Catholics and those who never attend religious services. By 31 percent to 18 percent, more liberals than conservatives report seeing a specter.

Those who dismissed the existence of ghosts include Morris Swadener, 66, a Navy retiree from Kingston, Wash.

He says he shot one with his rifle when he was a child.

“I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a white ghost in my closet,” he said. “I discovered I’d put a hole in my brand new white shirt. My mother and father were not amused.”

Three in 10 have awakened sensing a strange presence in the room. For whatever it says about matrimony, singles are more likely than married people to say so.

Fourteen percent — mostly men and lower-income people — say they have seen a UFO. Among them is Danny Eskanos, 44, an attorney in Palm Harbor, Fla., who says as a Colorado teenager he watched a bright light dart across the sky, making abrupt stops and turns.

“I knew a little about airplanes and helicopters, and it was not that,” he said. “It’s one of those things that sticks in your mind.”

Spells and witchcraft are more readily believed by urban dwellers, minorities and lower-earning people. Those who find credibility in ESP are more likely to be better educated and white — 51 percent of college graduates compared to 37 percent with a high school diploma or less, about the same proportion by which white believers outnumber minorities.

Overall, the 48 percent who accept ESP is less than the 66 percent who gave that answer to a similar 1996 Newsweek question.

One in five say they are at least somewhat superstitious, with young men, minorities, and the less educated more likely to go out of their way to seek luck. Twenty-six percent of urban residents — twice the rate of those from rural areas — said they are superstitious, while single men were more superstitious than unmarried women, 31 percent to 17 percent.

The most admitted-to superstition, by 17 percent, was finding a four-leaf clover. Thirteen percent dread walking under a ladder or the groom seeing his bride before their wedding, while slightly smaller numbers named black cats, breaking mirrors, opening umbrellas indoors, Friday the 13th or the number 13.

Generally, women were more superstitious than men about four-leaf clovers, breaking mirrors or grooms prematurely seeing brides. Democrats were more superstitious than Republicans over opening umbrellas indoors, while liberals were more superstitious than conservatives over four-leaf clovers, grooms seeing brides and umbrellas.

Then there’s Jack Van Geldern, a computer programmer from Riverside, Conn. Now 51, Van Geldern is among the 5 percent who say they have seen a monster in the closet — or in his case, a monster’s face he spotted on the wall of his room as a child.

“It was so terrifying I couldn’t move,” he said. “Needless to say I survived the event and never saw it again.”

The poll, conducted Oct. 16-18, involved telephone interviews with 1,013 adults and had a margin of sampling error of plus or minus 3.1 percentage points.

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AP News Survey Specialist Dennis Junius contributed to this report.

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