MadLitParanormal

Stuff I find scary...Not all Paranormal posts but I’m not changing the name. I like it. My name is Molly and I hope you enjoy reading my blog. [email protected]

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Well, to any followers here, I am shutting this blog down. It’s time to move on to something a bit different for me. I don’t post enough here anymore.

If you’d like to follow my new adventures, I’m starting a new blog called Calliope’s Compass. It’ll be up and running later today with a first post!

I’m moving into an RV and I’m going to blog about true and daily life as a new full time RVer!

Thanks for following here ❤️

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⚠️ WARNING!!! ⚠️ This video contains extremely graphic content. Real cadaver dissections, Blood, and nudity.

I know it’s been awhile since I have posted anything. I’ve been insanely busy with work and school. I’m currently in the second month of a Surgical Technology Program and have already learned how to completely open a sterile OR. I’m super excited but I’m exhausted and just working endlessly and studying endlessly. It’s really stressful. This month involves multiple exams, multiple skills practicums, a discussion, and a presentation project. I assume as the months go on, the work load will only increase and get more intense. I was searching surgical videos to watch on YouTube and came across Gunther’s ER. This video is very graphic, it involves educational dissections of real cadavers with demonstrations of life threatening situations, using cadavers who, when alive, donated their bodies for public dissection. In this episode, they discuss life and death. They touch on subjects such as how much blood you can easily and quickly lose by cutting the femoral artery, drowning, airway obstructions, and cpr as well as the Heimlich Maneuver. I found it to be very educational and also slightly disturbing. I hope you all find it as interesting as I did. I’m planning on watching the second episode tonight if I have time, but time seems to be lacking right now.

https://youtu.be/mx8cDDB6OQM

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Maybe it’s Haunted!

Recently after moving into a new apartment, these touch activated lights have been turning themselves on. Specifically in one curio cabinet that I have. Maybe it’s a faulty wire, or maybe it’s haunted.

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It’s time for a total reform. The four, now ex officers involved in George Floyd’s death are being charged. Chauvin with second degree murder and the other three accessory to murder. I understand that I will never understand, but I stand with you.

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Huh...

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“Hey kids! Wanna hail Satan?”

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Green is my favorite color... lol

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Corpse That Summons Demons on Nichols Creek Road

In Milton Florida, there is a man who is convinced his house is haunted. Florida native Michael Wright believes his home on Nichols Creek Road is also the home of many spirits. And they don’t seem to want to leave anytime soon.

Frightened, but also curious, Wright has reported that the entities that share his house with him are typically only active after nightfall. While he has encountered the spirits many times over the past couple of years, he has yet to learn anything substantial about who—or what—they are.

As a result, Mr. Wright has opened his home to paranormal investigators who are bent on capturing evidence of the paranormal (just don’t show up un-announced).

But one investigator got more than she bargained for.

“I have been chasing ghosts for decades,” laughed Roxanne. “So when I found out that Michael, who lives very close to me, was opening up his home for investigations, I was incredibly excited. I am trying to start my own paranormal investigation team here in Milton, and I thought the house on Nichols Creek would be my debut of a sort.

“I arrived shortly after nine PM. Michael let me in, offered me something to drink, and told me that if I needed anything, he would be watching television quietly in his bedroom. I set up night vision cameras all over the first floor of the house, and pulled out a EVP (electronic voice phenomena) recorder.

“I started recording on all of my devices, and walked around the house, getting a feel for its layout and, well, aura. Every room had a different feeling, a different vibe to it, but I wasn’t sensing anything paranormal.

“I decided to shut off the lights and verbally invite the spirits to speak and interact with me. As soon as I was done speaking, a painting fell off the wall to my immediate right. I was starting to think perhaps Michael was right about his house after all,” Roxanne said with raised eyebrows.

“Messing around with my EVP recorder, I discovered that someone had started whispering under their breath from the moment I walked into the house. I turned the volume up and made out the words ‘in the dining room.’”

“I scurried to the dining room but stopped dead at the doorway,” Roxanne said, suddenly turning serious.

What did you see in the dining room?

“A ghostly figure. There, shrouded in a black cloak was an erect skeleton. For a moment I thought Michael had put it there as some sick joke to scare me…

But then the skeleton started to pace around the room. The only thing that kept me from running out of that house screaming was this eerie feeling like the figure couldn’t see me.

“Metallic medallions hooked into his face started making noise as he picked up his pace, and he started to speak, ’Bael, we summon you, Most Unholy. Let us gather here to do the devil’s work,’ the cloaked figure began.

“I nearly jumped a foot in the air when I heard replies from unseen entities all around us,“ Roxanne said. “They said, ‘Bael, guide us and protect us as we bring forth your terrors unto Mother Earth.’

“I knew then that I was witnessing a Satanic ritual from long ago,” Roxanne said, bending her head. When I went home, I realized that all of my cameras batteries had been drained ten minutes into my investigation and all of my EVP recording had been replaced by a terrifying voice saying ‘666’ over and over again.

“I gave up my dream of starting my own paranormal team in Milton then and there.”

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I used to live in Milton, Florida!

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Those living in the Victorian era were notoriously obsessed with death. This morbid fascination often extended to art forms, as we see here in examples of Spirit Photography.

Many people hired specialist spirit photographers such as William H. Mumler to capture the ghost of a departed loved one. Although the end result looked convincing enough, it is actually just the end product of double exposure, where the photographer was able to superimpose the image of a “ghost” onto a picture.

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Short Blurb!

Tonight as I was driving home from my long day shift, the wind was blowing so hard my car was shaking. It’s been like that all day. The wind blowing so hard that you could hear it howling as it whipped in between buildings. I was driving down a familiar road and as I came up to a row of trees that divided the roads, I saw a figure standing there, draped in a black cloak. It was only there for a second before it disappeared into thin air. It gave me a really eerie feeling and I can’t help but wonder if it was just my imagination, or something much scarier...

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WARNING: THIS VIDEO CONTAINS ACTUAL BODY PARTS FROM A CADAVER

I’ve been a fan of these videos since I first saw them on tik tok. The institute of human anatomy has so many awesome videos explaining all sorts of different things about the human body. If you’re interested, check them out on YouTube!

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Maybe not paranormal, but scary. And intriguing...

In June of 2018 I signed my paycheck away for a small sedan. I wouldn’t have done it if my previous car wasn’t about to give up on me. But it was time. Switching from a SUV to a sedan was a weird transition. Getting comfortable in a different vehicle after driving the same one for eight years, adjusting the seat just right so my leg wouldn’t cramp from sitting awkwardly, learning the new buttons and characteristics. Now, I’m a dork so I named my new car, Carlisle. Because, what else do you name a car? Lol Just shy of four months of ownership, things are going well. I’ve become comfortable in this little go cart. And it doesn’t hurt that it costs about $30 less to fill the tank each week. And having AC again was blissful! (Literally my two requirements in getting a new car... ac and smooth running).

I woke up on September 27, 2018 to my alarm as I always did. It was a work day. I’d had a regular eight hour shift ahead of me. I went through my usual routine. The cats followed me like they do every morning. Bathroom, shower, dress, brush my teeth, toss my hair into a pony tail, feed the animals, give them a quick pat on the head, pack my meal bag, make some coffee, and I’m out the door. I was right on time, early even. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. Carlisle started right up. The radio chimed in. At the time I didn’t really think much of what was playing at that exact moment. I got situated, buckled up, and put the car in reverse. Driving down the road, I had just finished eating a piece of toast that I made before I left. It was a clear morning, still dark out but nice. I drove over the bridge like I do just about everyday.

When you come to the bottom of this overpass bridge there is two straight only lanes and a far right turn only lane. To the left there is a line of barricades or reflective poles (I don’t really know what they’re called), three more straight only lanes, and then there are two far left turns lanes. Pictured below is the actual street, but not a photo I took of it.

On this day as I came off of the bridge and winded down the road to pass the intersection, I checked the light. It was green so I continued to coast towards it. I put my blinker on to signal that I would be merging left after the intersection. From the lane directly next to the line of reflective poles, which you can see clearly states “straight only”, a tan car turned right.

At 45 miles per hour (the speed limit) I was heading straight for this car that had stopped directly in front of me. My heart began to race, I immediately hit my breaks and my horn simultaneously praying the car would pull forward. But it didn’t.

At 40 miles per hour I accepted that I was about to hit this car.

At 35 miles per hour I took a deep breathe

At 30 miles per hour I closed my eyes and said to myself “if it’s my time, it’s my time.” (Jesus, take the wheel!)

Time slowed down when I t-boned the tan car. My eyes were closed but I could feel my body jerk left as the impact occurred. The smell of chemicals filled my nostrils and they burned my skin. The sound of the metal on metal connection made me cringe. It seemed to take minutes yet it was only seconds. It took me only a second to realize that I was still conscious. I opened my eyes just as we both rolled off to the side of the road. Smoke had filled my car from the deflation of the airbags (which I honestly at the time wasn’t sure of. I had so many thoughts from airbags to engine smoke to my car exploding). I was in a state of shock. I knew I was going to be in a car accident but it’s still terrifying no matter how much you mentally prepare yourself.

I heard the Bluetooth ringing. My car was connected to my phone and automatically dialed 9-1-1 after the collision. Once I realized I was able to move I began reaching for my phone which had flown down to the passenger side floor but it took me a few minutes to reach it. The operator came over the speakers. I explained that I had just been in a car accident and I didn’t think I needed medical attention. He said it seemed that quite a few people had called in about the accident and he assured me that officers and EMTs were on the way (which happens anytime 9-1-1 is called for an accident—especially if called in by other passers who don’t know if the involved people are injured). By this time I had grabbed my phone from the floor and my wallet. I noticed the other young woman had exited her vehicle. I then thought I should do the same. I reached for the handle. Pulled it. Nothing. The door wouldn’t open. I pulled on it a few times and pushed and it wouldn’t budge. I finally decided if I wanted to get out I was going to have to kick my way out. So I pulled the handle and shoved my foot against the door and it finally cracked open. I breathed a smoke filled sigh of relief. Then the door became jammed again. I had to kick it three times to fully open the door. I sat there for a moment, thanking whoever was looking out for me that day that I was alive.

When I finally got out of the car I walked over to the sidewalk. I dialed my boyfriend immediately because I knew he was closest to me. It took a few tries as he had still been asleep. But I explained what happened and he said he was on his way. Then I called my mom and she left work to come over too.

A fire truck pulled up and I talked to the EMT and signed papers refusing immediate medical attention. Other than shocked and panicked I felt ok physically. My car was another story. It was totaled. The other vehicle was also totaled. Our collisions impact smashed the front left side of my car and knocked the engine out of hers. 30 miles per hour doesn’t seem very fast until something like this happens. I was so fortunate to walk away with strains, a small cut on my elbow, and some severe bruising. The other driver seemed ok too.

After the necessary work of discussions with police officers and towing etc my mom drove me to the hospital just to make sure I was ok. A couple of xrays later and I recall sitting in the ER room waiting for the doctor to come back and tell me the news. It was then that I remembered what was playing on the radio before I pulled out of my parking spot...

A “Call 4-1-1 Pain” commercial.

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What She Said

I have worked overnight at this client’s house many times. In fact, she was my very first overnight client. The first night I felt uncomfortable because it was new to be working at night. I couldn’t do it if she didn’t sleep. I wouldn’t be able to stay awake. However, she sleeps well so I get to rest. Then it became easier. I started to even like working overnight. It was nice to have the whole day off and make money while I was sleeping here and there. Anyways, last night I worked the graveyard shift, as some may call it. I took a nap from 6:00 pm until 9:20 pm and then got ready and went to work. I had begun to feel more and more uneasy as I worked more overnight shifts with her. Her house is on an ok street. I’ve met a few of the neighbors. Just honest people trying to make the most of life. But it is pitch black at night. The contractor who was there before me told me this wild story that someone was knocking on the door and then continued knocking over and over and over. She didn’t know who it was so she didn’t answer the door. Now it could have just been a neighbor, but it’s rare that they come over after dark or when we aren’t sitting with our client outside on the porch. So I tried to let it go, but I have a very, very vivid imagination. I finally dozed off around 1:30 am after texting with my boss and explaining that I felt uncomfortable. She assured me it was fine and the previous CNA said she wasn’t sure if she heard someone repeatedly knocking. It was dark, and quiet. Even with my nap I could barely keep my eyes open. I woke up a few times in the next hour and was so tired I couldn’t see straight which was a weird sensation considering I still had my glasses on. I had several strange dreams within that hour but one that stuck out the most gave me an eerie feeling. Unfortunately, I can’t even remember it now. I woke up fully around 2:30 am. I was paranoid, of course, that someone was outside of the house and I couldn’t sleep anymore. At least not then. My client had been snoring on and off all night. She inhaled loudly and then as she exhaled she said, “Hi”. I was a bit creeped out by this but tried to think no more of it. Talking in your sleep is more common than you’d think. She snores for a few more minutes. And I tried to let myself sleep but my mind was racing. That’s when she uttered the next phrase. Inhale, pause, exhale. “Get out!” A shiver ran down my spine and stared blankly into her pitch black room across the hall. She went on snoring like nothing had happened. Blissfully unaware that she had just terrified me. I didn’t fall back asleep until 4:30 am. I woke up at 5:30 am. And then my alarm went off at 6:30 to get ready for my next shift.

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Ghost Door

I know it’s been awhile! Life has a way of keeping me too busy! Under Construction: my writing may not be up to par because this is a brand new development that I’m just learning of today (1/1/2020)

So if you have read a few of my posts you know that I have a client with a ghost in the bathroom (supposedly—still determining the truth behind the odd occurrence). Well I’ve been gone for awhile, working other clients and traveling for the holidays. I came back to work with said client today for the first time in quite awhile (I really did miss him), and come to find out, several of the other people working in the company have claimed that the door to the apartment has been “quivering”. Now this could be a number of things, so when my source told me this I was skeptical at first. She went on to ask if I knew how the doors swayed when they weren’t properly latched. I said I did, I had seen the bathroom door sway many, many times, and even the apartment door when it wasn’t fully shut. The air flow in the apartment vs. the air flow in the hall causes it to move just a bit, back and forth when it’s open or shut over but not fully latched. She then told me, and I got a bit of a chill down my spine when she said it, “his door has been doing that when it’s fully latched. It’s being opened. And no one is on the other side.” Now, I haven’t seen this happen with my own two eyes so I can’t say for sure what’s going on. I can say that the idea is spectacular and also just a little scary. People have claimed that when someone is nearing the end of their life, they may see or talk to people that they knew who are already dead. Knowing my client is the last of his immediate family, I’m beginning to wonder if it is someone he knows. Maybe they’re just waiting for him. This, to me, is the scary part. If it is his family coming to visit it may mean that he won’t be with us much longer. I dread that day.

Another blurb: When I took my client into the restroom for the mid morning clean up, I was finishing up the usual process and a light bulb flickered and went out. About ten or fifteen minutes later I went back into the bathroom. The sensor picked up my movement as usual and the light was just as bright as it was before it flickered out. Of course, the bulb could just be old. But I though it could be worth mentioning. This way I remember for future posts.

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Ouija Session

Sigourney and I were hanging out last night and after some wine and rants we decided to pull out the Ouija board. What we received was something truly creepy.

Abe in Lice Hell returned for a few minutes. We talked of course about his lice. I asked Abe why he always came to us and he spelled out “beauty”. Sigourney asked, “because you think we’re beautiful?” The planchette shoved to Yes. According to him, he was an entomologist in Europe and has a bug fetish. Of course, Abe is an interesting character and also a liar.

Neil is Gay — we didn’t hear much from Neil. What we did find out was he was supposedly murdered in a hate crime (for homosexuality) in the mid 1400s. After that we lost Neil.

Dan appeared and we spoke with him for quite awhile.

Are there any spirits that wish to speak with us?—the planchette pushed quickly over the “Yes” in the upper left corner of the board.

What is your name? “D-a-n”

Dan when did you die? “2017”

That’s so recent. “Yes”

How did you die? Dan spelled “Car crash. Uber.”

Uber? Were you a driver? “No”

An Uber driver hit you? “Yes”

Did it hurt? “Yes”

Are you in heaven or hell? “Limbo”

Is limbo scary? “No”.

Is it uncomfortable? “No”.

Are you happy/satisfied? “No”.

So you’re not in pain but you feel as though something is missing? “Yes”.

Dan then spelled out, “t-e-x-t”

Sigourney and I looked at one another. Text? Like Texting? Texting and driving?? The planchette quickly and repeatedly circled “yes”.

After that we lost Dan.

I decided to look into Dan’s story and I discovered that a man named Daniel Kopa was in fact hit and killed by an Uber driver in June of 2017. Neither Sigourney nor I had seen this news article before. The Uber driver was sentenced to 200 hours community service and $5,000.00 in reparations he had offered. He was remorseful and it is believed that the incident was indeed an accident.

If the Dan we spoke to was Daniel Kopa, May he Rest In Peace and May his family find peace in their loss.

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Coming soon...

A new Ouija board session that occurred last night. Rather interesting!