Fear Itself And Everything Else

This blog will soon be coming back from the dead. ~ This blog is dedicated not only to the average paranormal such as ghosts, but to anything that could possibly keep you awake at night. I also will post folklore and other oddities I find interesting. Whether the things I post are real or not is completely up to you. ~

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These five kids and their families seem to think so:

1) He showed us his grave

When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off running towards the gravestones, my dad and I followed him...

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Oakabella Homestead - Ghosts and Hauntings - Sometimes the spirit of a location will reach out to grab you. There are many stories of people dreaming or having vision of a location before they have ever set eyes on them. A lot of the time this could be a premonition of the site of an event yet to happen. Sometimes it could be a glimpse of a past or future life. Sometimes on the rare occasion it can be both. For more than forty years the current owner of Oakabella Homestead had been dreaming of the old white home sitting amongst the dusty and scrubby landscape. The dreams gave her a perfect vision of the house she would later own, a house located outside of Geraldton, Western Australia. At the time, and for most of the duration of these dreams, she was living in Canada but it was in 1989, when she moved to Perth, the dreams become more vivid and frequent. When she finally travelled out to the homestead with a friend she instantly recognised it as the house from her dreams. Oakabella Homestead was established in 1851 by James Drummond on 44,000 acres of land. The land, including and surrounding the homestead, was very important to the local indigenous tribes and confrontations between the natives and the pioneers soon broke out. It is not known how many deaths occurred due to these confrontations but it can be safely assumed there were more than a few inflicted on the indigenous population. After the Drummonds left Oakabella Homestead it passed through several owners before being purchased by the William and Amy Jackson on July 1, 1910. The Jackson family used the land for farming and also, interestingly, for breeding horses for the British Army in India. Unfortunately, as with all families in the the era, there were a number of child deaths in the homestead. Not all were from disease and the other afflictions that caused high child mortality. Several accidents have occurred including that of one child who fell while climbing through an open window breaking their neck. In 1973, another of the Jacksons met an untimely death. George Jackson was sitting in his room cleaning his gun when it went off killing him. If you have a look at reports on the internet you will read how this is one of the only rooms that has any dark or foreboding feelings tied to it. The furniture has been left in place and some people have found that the bloodstain can still be seen on the walls, floor and furniture under specific lighting conditions. The house underwent a massive restoration and refurbishment in 1995 and opened to the public for tours in 1997. Cat bones were found in door and window frames, an old form of warding off spirits. Apparently the ghosts wanted it kept old as new appliances and tools had a habit of breaking. All the furniture was kept instead of renewing as was many of the artefacts of pioneering life. All fifteen rooms of the homestead have a story to tell and you can hear these by taking the tour. The current owners put the history of the homestead and land in more importance to the ghost stories. The house is virtually a museum as are the accompanying buildings. A majority of the pieces on display are from the Oakabella estate itself as well as other interesting collections from the region and of colonial times. It has been said that Oakabella Homestead is a portal or a meeting place for local spirits. The spirits of previous owners of the house, those that have died on the property and even the souls of those who have passed away in nearby Geraldton are said to make themselves known on occasion. Children seem to have a lot of interaction with the spirits as the ghost of a little boy has presented himself to them on many occasions. George Jackson seems to be the loudest of the spirits with his banging on the walls of the house. Footsteps have been heard in the halls, electrical appliances go haywire, doors swinging open and closed and on rare occasions objects and tools moving and sometimes rising off of benches. The traditional owners of the land the Yamaji people state that the ancient spirits tied to the dreaming also still wander the landscape. If you venture off the beaten track you will find caves complete with cave paintings and artefacts as well as traditional meeting grounds. As with all locations of indigenous significance it is warned that you do not remove objects from the site. You may soon find that you want to send them back in a hurry. Ashley Hall 2012 Picture: Oakabella Homestead. Inset Left: Detached kitchen. Inset Right: Path to Georges room.

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The Curse of “Litte Bastard”

On September 30th, 1955, James Dean was driving his Porsche Spyder when it crashed (head on) with another car. Dean was pinned inside, neck broken. His friend in the passenger seat was thrown from the car and survived. So did the man Dean crashed into.

This is where the urban legend of this curse begins. George Barris (a car designer) bought the Porsche to use it for parts. When it was delivered to his yard, it rolled of the truck and broke a mechanic’s legs.

Next, a doctor named, Troy McHenry bought the engine of the Porsche to replace his own. He died in a car crash the first time he took it out for a drive.

The fatalities and injuries continue. Another doctor bought some parts and was seriously injured in a car wreck. Someone bought two of the tires and got into a wreck when both of them blew out at the same time. The shell of the Dean car was being transported to a road safety exhibition in Salinas when the truck skidded and crashed. The driver was killed. This urban legend, whether true or not, is an interesting one.

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My fathers side has kicked me out because i'm a sin for certain things i can do. Anyways i was telling her how to protect her self since her bf is getting aggressive. She lives all the way in utah but i could feel something bad showing up in my room. That night she felt pressure on her chest. I want to know your thoughts and if you know anything about this "tower".

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My cousin's bf is getting into trouble with demons and is changing. She tolled me they went camping in a desert in Utah twice with him. In the first one their friend went crazy and tryed to slit his wrist and her bf said a "witch" was trying to take him or his skin. Which reminds me of skinwalkers. The other time she heard a crying baby but her daughter was asleep. (sorry need to make another one!)

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i had a dream last night after i had woken up at 4am feeling sick with this fear that i wouldn't wake up if i fell alseep again. At the end of my dream i suddenly started reading from something. I saw a black, white, and red sketch of an old church bell tower. On the tower was a shadow of a goatman. I think i called it "devils tower" ofr "tower of the devil". I think some of it had to do with my cousin. (second part coming sry)

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I know one thing about the dreams, there is a girl at my school, (yes, I am under 18, over 1) who may have the same problem, her name is Lauryn, does this mean it is normal? Or that we must share something to have the exact same phenomena? I often think about it, what do you guys think? (Sorry I keep asking about it, I just really need to know how and why it happens)

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The Creature of the Dump

By Stephen Wagner

Have you ever seen a creature you could not explain? For one junkyard treasure hunter, her encounter with a strange animal is one she'll never forget.

Sometimes it's difficult to believe your own eyes. When people encounter a thing they cannot explain - something completely alien to their experience - they tend to doubt their own senses at first. The mind tries to relate what is seen to previous experiences, but when that thing is so totally bizarre, many people second-guess their experience. "I couldn't have seen that," they tell themselves. "It doesn't make sense."

In a poll of readers a few years ago, I asked if they had ever seen a living creature they could not explain. Of more than 650 respondents, 47 percent said that they had. That's a lot of unexplained sightings.

Paula M. had one such sighting. But it wasn't of a Bigfoot, a sea serpent, or even a chupacabras. In many ways it was much stranger. And try as she might and after diligent research, she has yet to come up with an explanation for what she saw.

HUNTING FOR GLASS

The encounter took place on a warm, otherwise ordinary day in the summer of 1999 just outside a small town in Oregon.

One of Paula's hobbies was prowling through old junk yards and dump sites for old vintage bottles and glass. On this particular day, she headed to an old off-road dump site that she had heard about but had never been to before. Paula parked her car on the side of the road and hiked a short distance to the dump.

The dump was typical of several she had been to: Piles of discarded household items and furniture, scattered mounds of rusting old appliances and metal. This recess was quiet and secluded. It was surrounded by trees and had patches of tall skimpy grass and weeds amid the trash. A small stream rested at very bottom of the recess with slow moving water one to two inches deep.

HOLES IN THE GROUND

Then Paula noticed something peculiar - something she had never seen at any other dump site.

"As I was staking out the area," she said. "I happened across some tunnel-like holes in the ground. The holes were of a peculiar size, which made me wonder what kind of animal possibly could have dug them."

Paula noticed six or seven of the holes, each about two inches in diameter and partially camouflaged by the sparse growth of the recess. The holes could have been made by any number of burrowing creatures, Paula reasoned. She didn't worry about it.

Experienced in this hunt for junkyard treasures, Paula sifted around here and there for about 30 minutes until she found a spot that looked inviting on the slant of a hill, about three-fourths of the way down to the stream. Dropping to her knees, she took her hand trowel and began to dig. Paula especially valued the old bottles with embossed lettering, but such finds rarely made their appearance quickly or easily. She dug in the dirt for nearly an hour - so long that in this kneeling position her legs were beginning to go to "fall sleep."

SOMETHING MOVED

Paula decided to take a break from her excavation and stretch her legs. She stood and walked around a bit. "While I was moving about at the bottom of the recess, I thought I saw, from the corner of my eye, a clump of dirt move. It was about the size of my fist."

She turned to look squarely in the direction of the movement, trying to detect it again. But nothing moved. "Nah," she thought, "it was nothing."

Paula was about to return to her dig when she saw it again. About 10 feet away from her, the clump of dirt moved, like it was pushed out of the ground from beneath, and rolled down the hill. Paula began to get a little nervous. Whatever had made those tunnel-like holes was apparently making another one. And she wasn't particularly keen on watching a rat, a snake, or some other potentially dangerous animal come slithering out.

Then she saw it. Something living began to poke itself out of the ground!

THE CREATURE APPEARS

Paula's first reaction to seeing this "thing" was saying, "Oh, my God! What are you?"

Paula was familiar with the outdoors and was reasonably sure of what animals she might encounter in a junkyard. But this thing she could not identify. She stepped cautiously closer to it, thinking that the vibration of her digging maight have driven it from its burrow.

She stopped about four to five feet away from the creature. What she could see of it was poking out of the ground about five inches. "At this point, I wasn't sure what end of the animal I was looking at," Paula said. "It was about two inches in diameter, and the end of it was perfectly smooth and round - like a cue ball. It was light-brown in color, very much like the surrounding earth. It had a worm-like shape, but didn't taper down at the end as worms do, and was firmer around looking. It had no distinguishing or familiar features to indicate to me what it was."

Its size made it obvious that this was not a worm - at least not any kind of worm Paula had ever heard of. And she could not see its entire body, only what was poking out of the ground, so who knows what the rest of this thing really looked like.

STRANGE EYES

Paula looked at the creature closely, trying in vain to find anything familiar about it. She could not detect any eyes, mouth, nose or ears. It had no fur, scales or worm-like ripples on its skin. What it did have was patches of peach-like fuzz - very fine and spaced apart like the hair on a young human's arm - covering what looked like soft, dusty skin about the texture of a person's. It was not wet, slimy or tough looking.

By now, Paula was completely perplexed. This was like nothing she had ever seen in person, at a zoo, or on any nature program on television. And if this creature wasn't strange enough, it then gave Paula a remarkable surprise.

"All of a sudden," she said, "while I was examining it, two big beautiful crystal blue eyes popped open! Now I knew what end of the animal I was looking at."

All thoughts of this being some kind of giant worm were immediately dismissed. Worms don't have eyes - not like that! More curious than frightened of this remarkable animal, Paula began to wonder how big the body was and what its arms, legs, and tail looked like - or if it even had any such parts. "The white of the eye surrounding its blue iris was the whitest I'd ever seen - a pure virgin white. The size of the eyes were quite big in proportion to its body size. I wondered if it were a juvenile."

Paula was totally astounded when the eyes opened because while first looking at it she could not tell that it had eyes at all; there were no visible eyelids, eye lashes, bulges, indentations, holes or slits of any kind. The curiosity seemed to be mutual. "My presence didn't seem to bother it because it studied me for only a short period of time. Then it ignored me. It appeared content and relaxed while it exposed itself to the sun. Its slow motion movement and blinking reminded me of a turtle."

A CLOSER LOOK

Paula felt that the creature was harmless and stepped even closer to it for a better look. She looked for its mouth, nose, and ears, but couldn't find them. She wondered if they were camouflaged in the same way that its eyes had been. She also tried to determine where its head ended and neck began because it had no chin or indentations of any kind to separate the two. The body, neck, and head appeared as one - like a living, flexible tube with eyes.

Paula was startled when the creature began to move, and she instinctively stepped back. The animal slowly began to sway the top of its body back and forth as it stretched itself upward toward the sky, all the while slowly blinking.

"I tried to get it to look at me again by clapping my hands and yelling, but it continued to ignore me." Since it had no discernable ears, Paula wondered if perhaps it couldn't hear sound. So she tried waving her arms and hands about to draw its attention to her. But all it did was stare at the sky, continuing to sway its head back and forth, stretching upward while blinking slowly. It was as if it were hypnotized by the light of the sun.

BACK UNDERGROUND

After about five minutes, the creature decided to retreat into its lair. "I watched it until it finally pulled itself slowly back into its burrow. I looked into the hole after it, but it was so dark that I couldn't see anything."

Paula isn't quite sure what to make of this peculiar encounter, but it haunts her. "I haven't been able to erase it from my mind, and it's driving me crazy! I've asked many people about it and have spent countless hours searching the Internet for answers to any known or unknown animal fitting the description of the animal."

Paula returned to the dump site the following Spring in hopes of getting another glimpse of the mysterious creature. No such luck. Some of the hole openings were there, however. "I am convinced that this animal still exists and lives there. It's possible that it hibernates, so I will go back again in early to mid-summer and try and get another glimpse of it - and possibly capture it on film."

Hopefully, Paula will succeed in capturing the animal on film or video. It could be something well known to science, if unusual. For now, however, the creature of the dump remains unknown.

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The Mysterious Case of Elisa Lam

There are mysteries that are so eerie and strange that they boggle the mind for days on end. The case of Elisa Lam is one of them. In February 2013, this 21-year-old student from Vancouver, Canada, was found dead inside the Cecil Hotel’s rooftop water tank in Los Angeles. The L.A. County Department of Coroner ruled the death “accidental due to drowning” and said no traces of drugs or alcohol were found during the autopsy. However, there is much more to the story than what is implied by police reports. The first piece of evidence that needs to be considered is an elevator surveillance tape that recorded Elisa’s behavior only a few moments before she lost her life.

The four-minute video posted on YouTube shows Elisa pressing all of the elevator buttons and waiting for it to move. Seeing that the elevator doors are not closing, starts behaving extremely bizarrely. Here’s the video.

At first, Elisa enters the elevator and apparently presses all of its buttons. She then waits for something to happen but, for some reason, the elevator door doesn’t shut. She starts to look around, as if she is expecting (or hiding from) someone. At 1:57, her arms and hands start moving in a very strange matter (almost not human) as she appears to be talking to someone, something … or nothing at all. She then walks away. The elevator door then shuts and appears to start working again.

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I was wondering if you've ever seen any Oklahoma stories? Specifically northeastern? :o

This is all I've got http://fearof-theunknown.tumblr.com/search/oklahoma

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Lavender Town.

Maybe…? Where is Lavender Town?

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Do you happen to know any stories from Virginia. (besides the cavalier hotel) :))

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I'm sorry for the lack of info. on the "Dreams from Childhood coming back to Haunt me" thing, but as soon as the headache fades, which can take between 1 hour to 1 day, and by then I forget what the person said or what the dream was about,

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The History of Zombie Road - Ghosts and Hauntings - Zombie Road is well known for the rather dark entities that traverse the wooded areas running along side it. Many photos showing strange humanoid shadow figures aka shadow people, have been captured by those willing to venture out that way at night. Gregory Myers from Paranormal Task Force gives us a run-down of the history of the area and the deaths and tragedies that have taken place throughout the years. —- Within the urban sprawl of St. Louis lies a remote area called “Zombie Road”. Urban Legend tells a variety of eerie tales which include being host to ritualistic and occult practices which spawned inhuman and demonic entities while other tales tell of those who met their peculiar demise and still roam this desolate road in the afterlife. "Zombie Road", real name "Lawler Ford Road" is about 2 miles long through a valley of forest oak land hills and ends near the Meramec River in the Glencoe, MO area where it meets the newly established "Al Foster" trail. The history of this area goes back to ancient Native American times where this was one of the few pathways cut by nature over the centuries through the bluffs to the Meramec River area just beyond them. It is believed that travelling ancient Native Americans used this pathway for foot travel and also quarried flint here for the making of various tools and weapons. In the early 1800’s a Ferry (boat) was operated at the bottom area of this passage at times where a ford was located in the river for settlers and travellers to cross the Meramec River to the other side where the Lewis family owned much of the land. The origin of the road name is unknown to historians even today. Ninian Hamilton a settler from Kentucky was the first settler to occupy and own land in this area in 1803. After his death in 1856, James E. Yeatman a prominent St. Louis citizen, a founder of the Mercantile Library and president of the Merchants Bank acquired the large parcel of land that Mr. Hamilton settled and owned. The Pacific Railroad completed their railroad line from St. Louis to Pacific along the Meramec River in this area in the 1850’s. Della Hamilton the wife of Henry McCullough, who was Justice of the Peace for about thirty years and Judge of the County Court from 1849 to 1852, was struck and killed by a train in this area in 1876. The first large scale gravel operations on the Meramec River began at what would become Yeatman junction in this area. Gravel was taken from the Meramec River and moved on rail cars into St. Louis. The first record of this operation is in the mid-1850’s. Later, steam dredges were used, to be supplanted by diesel or gasoline dredges in extracting gravel from the channel and from artificial lakes dug into the banks. This continued until the 1970’s. From about 1900 until about 1945, Glencoe and this area was one of the resort communities of the Meramec River’s clubhouse era. Many of the homes were summer clubhouses, later converted to year round residences then lost to the great local floods of the 1990’s. Some say this is called Zombie Road because the railroad workers who once worked here rise from their graves at times to roam about. Some insist that they have heard old time music, seen anomalous moving lights and other ghostly sightings from that forgotten era. Another tale tells of a patient nicknamed “Zombie” who escaped from a nearby mental facility never to be seen again. His blood soaked gown was later found lying upon the old road later named after him. Other tales include one of an original settler who met their demise upon the railroad tracks. Another includes a pioneer who lost his wife in a poker game then went back to his homestead and took his own life. Many still report seeing these lonely spirits even today. During the age of Prohibition a nearby town housed speak-easies and the summer homes of well known gangsters. Tales tell of individuals who were dealt a bad hand by such public enemies resulting in their permanent placement within the ground or bordering river to never be seen again. The bordering river has tragically delivered many to the other side through the years. Children and adults alike have taken their last living breath within its dangerous waters before being found washed up on its shores. Even during this new millennium, several children met their demise one day within its banks. The railroad still shows “Death hath no mercy” as many have met their final fate upon its tracks. Local lifelong residents can still remember multitudes of tragic occurrences dating back to the 1950’s. One of these occurred in the 1970’s when two teens were struck by an oncoming train. Some of the local residents were used in search parties to find the body parts scattered about the area. During the 1990’s a mother and her five year old child were crossing a bridge when an oncoming train met them. The mother’s last action was pushing her five year old child off the bridge. The engineer was able to stop the train and save the child. Although the mother died, this is still one of the happiest endings to a story this area will provide. More recent past has seen this area become refuge for those wanting privacy to practice the occult and other rituals. Who can really know what true doorways to the darkness or unknown were opened here. During the 1960’s a couple in their late teens were on top of the bluffs overlooking the road below.The male somehow lost footing and during the fall caught his face in a fork of a small tree growing out from the side of the bluff. His face and scalp remained while the rest of him fell to his death upon the road below. Others have also met their demise from the high bluffs above. The area has also seen its share of suicides and murders. In the 1970’s a hunter stumbled across a car still running at the end the road. Closer inspection revealed a hose running from the exhaust pipe to the inside of the car with the driver slumped over the steering wheel. One can agree that there is no lack of legends or tragedies surrounding this area which can explain the bizarre and eerie encounters of those who visit. I was one who became truly intrigued and attracted by such lore and was determined to either prove or disprove the Urban Legends surrounding it. Missouri Paranormal Research (now a division of Paranormal Task Force, Inc.), the paranormal investigative team I belong to, investigated this area on several occasions. Our visits converted many true sceptics into true believers of the paranormal. I was one of those the first time and even remarked “This was going to be like Winnie the Pooh looking for a ghost in 100 Acre Woods” prior to descending onto the old road. Within an hour several people observed a human sized shadow figure as it descended upon them from a small bluff nearby. It then ran onto the road, stopped, then disappeared into the darkness of the night. Throughout the night others heard unexplainable voices, were touched by the unseen and witnessed the unexplainable. This was one night that everyone could conclude that indeed some Urban Legends actually are real! By Gregory Myers of Paranormal Task Force Picpost put together by Ashley Hall 2013 Photo: The Shadow Children captured on film by Tom Halstead. Inset Left: Another shadow figure in the tree line. Inset Right: Bridge crossing the stream by Tom Halstead.

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Eternity, Hoffa and Lizzie Borden - This Week in Dark/Strange History - July 30, 1967 Arthur Malcolm Stace died of a stroke in a nursing in Sydney Australia. He was 83 years old. Stace was also known as Mr Eternity for the fact that he had written the word “Eternity” an estimated 500,000 times on Sydney footpaths, train stations and anywhere else he thought he could get the word seen by as many people as possible. Over a period of 35 years Stace would rise early from bed, leave his home and walk the streets in order to scribe his one worded message. Unfortunately the Sydney City Council did not approve of this defacing of footpaths and other public areas, so set the police on his trail. However, no one knew who was responsible for the freshly written words in chalk showing up around the city. He became a kind of legend. It was a reverend of the church Stace worked at who solved the mystery of “Eternity” when he saw Stace bend down, pull some chalk out of his pocket and write the word in perfect, beautiful, copperplate script – quite the feat since he was almost illiterate and could barely write his own name. The Reverend Thompson wrote about Stace’s life which revealed why Stace had written the word so many times, over and over. Stace had been born into poverty, living out of bins in Western Sydney. He became a ward of the state, an alcoholic and was sent to jail at age 15. When discharged, heworked in rather seedy locations, gambling dens and brothels before enlisting in the army for World War 1. While abroad he became quite sick and was discharged from service, after which he resumed drinking and petty crime. Living on the streets, broke and without food, he went to a church for a free feed, and that is where his life changed. He listened in on a sermon which inspired him to better his life, a short time later he heard the preaching of Evangelist John G. Ridley reading “On the Echoes of Eternity”. Stace wanted to help spread the message, and soon started chalking the word on Sydney streets. At times Stace tried writing other words, but Eternity always won over, and soon he stopped fighting it. The last known ‘Eternity’ that is left written in Stace’s own hand is a mystery in its own right. It is located inside the bell of the General Post Office clock tower. The tower was being rebuilt sometime after Stace’s death (it had been dismantled during World War 2) and when the bell was brought out of storage, the script was found within. Noone knows how it got there… ——- July 31, 1975 Jimmy Hoffa is last seen alive in a car park outside the Machus Red Fox restaurant in Detroit, Michigan. Before departing on his fateful journey, he told several people he was to meet with two Mafia leaders, and as such the disappearances were immediately blamed on the mob. Jimmy Hoffa was closely involved with the International Brotherhood of Teamsters (a labor union) rising from being a rally organiser all the way through to its presidency. However, in his early years, he became involved in organised crime and in 1964 was imprisoned for Jury Tampering, bribery and fraud. He only served about half of his prison time before he was given a pardon by Richard Nixon (also not the most honest of people). The night of his disappearance, after he failed to return home, he was reported missing and the search began. The investigation continued for several years before Hoffa was declared legally dead in 1982. The two Mafia leaders he was to meet were essentially cleared of being tied to the disappearance as they had alibis. Hoffa’s fate was and still is undetermined, but there have been many theories put forward as to where he is, the most popular being that he is buried beneath a football field at the Meadowlands complex in East Rutherford, New Jersey. ——- August 4, 1892 Bridget Sullivan, the Borden family’s maid, hears Lizzie Borden (the Borden’s younger, 32 years old, daughter) shouting that “Father’s dead. Somebody came in and killed him.” Andrew Borden, Lizzie’s father, was slumped on his side, covered in blood, on the sitting room couch. Abby Borden, Lizzie’s step mother, was found in a guest bedroom, her skull pretty much caved in. The two Borden’s had been repeatedly smashed with a hatchet like weapon, one of which was found by police in the basement missing most of its handle. Suspicion soon fell to Lizzie, as asides from the housekeeper, she was the only one home at the Borden’s Fall River, Massachusetts, home. Lizzie went on trial for the crimes which attracted attention from around the nation. Although there was some evidence that pointed possibly towards Lizzie’s guilt (she burned one of her dresses soon after the crime, had sought to purchase acid the day before the murders and had been fighting with her parents the month before) she was quickly acquitted after it was decided that she could never commit such a crime. No one was ever found guilty of the murders, but speculation is still rife, even today, so long after the murders. Definitely one to have a good read about if you have the time. ——- Until next week… Ashley Hall 2013 Photos: Arthur Stace Inset upper: Jimmy Hoffa Inset lower: Lizzie Borden

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The Most Haunted Objects of All Time - The Cursed “Chair of Death” Kills All Who Sit in It

In 1702, a convicted murderer named Thomas Busby was about to be hanged for his crimes. His last request was to have his final meal served at his favorite pub in Thirsk, England. He finished his meal, stood up, and said, “May sudden death come to anyone who dare sit in my chair.” The chair remained in the pub for centuries, and patrons would often dare one another to sit in the cursed seat. During World War II, airmen from a nearby base frequented the pub, and locals noticed that the soldiers who sat in the chair would never return from war. In 1967, two Royal Air Force pilots sat in the chair, only to crash their truck into a tree just after they left. In 1970, a mason tested his fate in the hot seat, only to die that same afternoon by falling into a hole at his job site. A year after that, a roofer who sat in it died after the roof he was working on collapsed. When the pub’s cleaning lady tripped and fell into the chair, she died shortly afterwards from a brain tumor. This list goes on, and finally the pub owner moved the chair into the basement. Unfortunately, even in storage the chair claimed another victim. After a delivery man took a quick rest while unloading packages in the store room, he was killed in a car accident that same day. Eventually, the pub owner donated the chair to the local museum in 1972. The museum displays the chair by hanging it five feet in the air so that no one can possibly sit in it by mistake again. Fortunately, no one has sat in the chair since.

[Beverly Jenkins]

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Goatman Bridge - Denton, Texas