SHE EXISTS

They're not shadows. You do not have schizophrenia, nor are you schizotypal. There is more to this existence than the average person can percieve. She exists.

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Two Teens Photograph a Ghost Child During a Christmas Dinner.

On December 12th, 2015, two teenage girls out at a Christmas party being held at Harry’s Bar and Grill in Newcastle captured this spooky image of a ghostly girl sitting at a table while staring at the camera menacingly. Sophie Killip and Kayleigh Lomas, both 19 years-old, say they made the discovery while looking back at the image hours after they’d taken it.

“The table was just one down from us and nobody was sat there so we took a photo of the decorations because they were really nice.” Sophie said when speaking with the Mirror. “There was nothing there at the time but when we looked back at the photo we couldn’t believe it. It was pretty scary and I felt creeped out.”

“It looked like a little girl staring directly back at us. I could really see her, with the features and everything. I didn’t believe in ghosts until I saw this photo. Nothing was sat at this table yet there is most definitely something paranormal in the photo.”

While the image is quite eerie, it’s possible that this may be an optical illusion. The figure could be the empty space between two other party guests that just happens to take on a humanoid shape.

Does it show an actual spirit? Or is there a conventional explanation for this bizarre figure?

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[thegenxorcist]

The Beast Of Bray Road

Through the rural community of Elkhorn, Wisconsin, runs Bray Road, a 17-mile stretch of thoroughfare dating back to colonial times when it was known as the King’s Highway. Like many roads in America, it is generally unremarkable — except for the terrifying creature that supposedly lingers in its vicinity.

The first sighting of what would come to be known as the Beast of Bray Road occurred in 1936 when a night watchman for the nearby St. Coletta School for Exceptional Children was crossing the fields. He saw what he described as a hairy, humanoid creature standing between six and seven feet tall, closely resembling a wolf or a bear. Its speech was half-beast, half-human, and the watchman caught the strong scent of rotting flesh...

The Story Of The Beast Of Bray Road, The Grotesque Werewolf That Allegedly Prowls Rural Wisconsin

Alleged witnesses say the Beast of Bray Road is tall and hairy, with glowing eyes, long claws, and the stench of rotting meat.

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It Saw Itself by Just1Camilo

[systlin]

Have I ever mentioned that time I accidentally convinced the students of a college campus that the woods were haunted

[karama9]

First question, were they? (in order not to get into beliefs debate, I'm counting as haunted any phenomena that would stand a decent chance of being qualified as such by several people.)

[systlin]

Just by me.

So, I used to do night shift security at a college campus. It was a nice spot and I liked that job. I'd work there still if it hadn't closed.

It was on a large wooded property. In the woods there were loads of berry brambles, and in the summer and fall there were SO many raspberries and blackberries to be had back there. So, during my break, I'd take a bucket and a headlamp and go back there and pick a bunch. My boss and the college knew and didn't care.

What I didn't consider was that this meant, since I worked 11 PM to 7 AM, that at like 2 in the morning there would be a seemingly random ball of light bobbing around in the woods.

Behind the nun cemetery.

Because, yeah, see, this used to be a catholic university run by nuns, and many of them were buried in a little private graveyard back by the little chapel.

So from the POV of the students glancing out their dorm windows when they woke up at 2 AM for whatever, they'd see a random light bobbing erratically through the woods behind the nun cemetery some early autumn nights.

They quickly became convinced that the woods were haunted. It took me like, 2 years to happen to hear one of the students in the dorm lounge telling another one about the nun ghost that showed up as a ball of light in the woods sometimes, and how everyone was too scared to go out and go ghost hunting.

The way I just kinda stopped and stood there awkwardly like 'oh. Oh fuck. Oops.'

And that's how I had to explain to several years worth of college students that the ghost was just me looking for blackberries.

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Ghost warns roommates about a murderer

[myhauntedsalem]

Christmas Tree Ghost Ship

From 1898 to 1912 Herman Schuenemann was the Captain of the wooden schooner Rouse Simmons.

Captain Schuenemann was considered as much a part of Chicago’s Christmas as Santa Claus because his ship was better known as the “Christmas Tree Ship.”

Every November he would set sail on Lake Michigan from Thompson with a full cargo of spruces, pines and balsams piled high.

As Schuenemann reached his destination– he would steer the Rouse Simmons down the Chicago River and up to the Clark Street Bridge were thousands of waving Chicagoans would wait in anticipation.

Once the ship had docked, people swarmed onboard to choose a Christmas tree. They cost 50 cents to a dollar.

“Chicago’s Yuletide season began when the Christmas Tree Ship arrived with evergreens lashed to her masts and rigging… Her skipper would welcome throngs of Chicagoans aboard as soon as the ship’s moorings were secure. Whole families would hurry to the dock to get the pick of the crop. Many wandered on deck to watch the Captain’s daughter, Elsie, weave pine branches into wreaths, which were also for sale.”

–Reminiscences of Phil Sanders when he was a boy.

Herman Scheuenemann and his brother August before him– from 1876-to 1898– always made sure no one left without a tree. Both brothers gave away hundreds of trees to needy families, churches and orphanages.

August was carrying a load of trees to Chicago when his ship went down in 1898 in one of Lake Michigan’s fierce November gales. His brother, Herman made another trip just two weeks later determined Chicago would have its Christmas trees that year.

Unfortunately, fourteen years later Herman would suffer the same fate.

Lake sailors as well as ocean sailors are a superstitious lot–they have to be. Generations of “old salts” pass down what a sailor needs to be aware of–this includes everything that happens on and around their ships.

Captain Schuenemann was a competent and cautious sailor but for some reason he ignored a significant number of ominous warnings in November of 1912.

He was planning to sail from Thompson, Michigan on a Friday with a large cargo of trees despite severe storm warnings. His crew was nervous for there was an obvious storm brewing and the captain wanted to start their journey on a Friday.

Sailors considered it extremely unlucky to begin a voyage on a Friday. In the 1800s the British Navy was so annoyed by this superstition they purposefully launched a new ship called HMS Friday on a Friday.

Needless to say this ship and its crew were never seen again.

Captain Charles Nelson, Herman’s partner who had been a lake captain for 50 years tried to persuade Herman to delay but he could not convince him. Herman didn’t want to take the risk of being iced into the harbor and having his ship dashed against the docks by gale-force winds.

Schuenemann then ignored several more bad omens. Just before the schooner left the harbor several sailors watched in horror as droves of rats fled the ship. This is believed to be a sign a ship is in imminent danger.

Three crew members afraid now left the Rouse Simmons forfeiting their pay. This left just 13 crewmembers on the ship. Sailing with thirteen crewmembers was considered to be as dangerous as starting a voyage on a Friday.

Ships at the time nailed a horseshoe to the side of their vessels for good luck. Just as on land it is considered bad luck if these horseshoes are hung upside down–all the luck will run out.

As the Rouse Simmons set sail, the horseshoe that was hung on its side was loosened by strong winds. It was now hanging upside down on a single nail.

Captain Schuenemann left the harbor on November 22nd and sailed right into the now infamous Big Storm of 1912.

The temperature immediately dropped from 40 degrees to below freezing. Rain turned to snow and ice, which coated the ships’ rigging, sails and spars–and the Christmas trees that were on deck.

The next day witnesses in Kewaunee, Wisconsin saw the Rouse Simmons pass by flying her distress signals. They wondered why the ship with its tattered sails did not just stop but instead sailed into a blinding snowstorm.

“The Two Rivers Life Saving Crew was informed of the ships’ distress signals and set out in search of the schooner but it was never found.”

–From an article in the Chronicle of Two Rivers

This mystery was not solved until 1971 when the wreck of the Rouse Simmons was found at the bottom of Lake Michigan.

Its wheel was missing so the experts concluded that the ships enormous cargo of Christmas trees had basically turned into ice blocks on deck, which then slid into the wheel leaving the captain unable to control the ships’ course.

One popular sailor superstition is that when a ship’s bells are heard ringing of their own accord, as in a storm, this foretells death.

In the days after the Rouse Simmons was lost several people near Two Rivers, Wisconsin reported hearing phantom bells and phantom cries in the wind.

A ghost ship has also been seen through the years. It is often spotted on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day gliding in the waters near Two Rivers. People have watched as it just vanishes into a mist.

[myhauntedsalem]

The Goatman of Maryland

is a legendary half-human, half-goat creature that carries an ax.

According to legend, Goatman is an axe-wielding, half-man, half-animal creature that was once a scientist who worked in the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center. The tale holds that he was experimenting on goats, the experiment went awry, and he began attacking cars with an axe, roaming the back roads of Beltsville, Maryland. A variation of the legend tells of Goatman as an old hermit who lives in the woods, seen walking alone at night along Fletchertown Road.

Folklorist at the University of Maryland Barry Lee Pearson said modern examples of folk legends like Goatman are most commonly generated by teenagers, and the stories end up stirring interest in sites like Fletchertown Road

The Goatman has been described as being between 6 and 7 feet tall. The first reports of Goatman date to around 1957 but sighting have continued over the years. The Goatman also gets around some with numerous sightings from various places, including Texas, California, Indiana and Canada. Lets just say he hoofs it. (Sorry bad pun)

In Prince George’s County, Maryland there is a bridge called “Crybaby bridge” and it is told that if you go there in the dead of night you will hear the sounds of a goat braying.

Some people attempt to tie the Goatman to Greek Mythology and as being Pan. Pan in mythology was the god of the wild, a half human half goat type of creature, While others tie Goatman to the devil himself. Another interesting fact about Prince George’s County is that it is home of the demon possessed boy in which the hit movie The Exorcist was based on. The Goatman is not only is said to stalk and terrify humans but reports claim Goatman snatches and kills small pets such as dogs and cats. Numerous carcasses have been found over the years and not knowing what really killed these animals, Goatman got the blame.

The Goatman is an interesting legend for many reasons, from ties with the Devil, to stalking lovers in parked cars, to killing your family pets. Goatman continues to strike fear in some people and it appears the legend is here to stay. It is also worth noting that having a insane asylum near by only adds to the terror mystic.

So when driving or visiting Maryland keep your ears sharp for the sound of a braying goat and your eyes peeled for the glimmering of an ax, because you never know when the Goatman will strike next.

[gothic-allegory]

“I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.” ― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

[myhauntedsalem]

The Sallie House

The Sallie House in Atchison, Kansas has a national reputation as one of the most haunted places in the USA. This average-looking painted brick house at 508 N. Second Street, was built between 1867 and 1871, and gives no indication from the street of its spooky reputation, but the many experiences of those who have lived there suggest otherwise.

It is known as the Sallie house because the daughter of its previous inhabitants had an imaginary friend named Sallie, and she is believed to be the malevolent spirit haunting the house. The most frequent activity revolves around actual physical damage being done to people; above is documented evidence of house owner Tony Pickman’s scratch marks.

As well as this, the Pickmans experienced other strange phenomena including:

Wall-hung pictures turned upside-down Strangely melted candles and burnt finger marks Multiple photo anomalies Tony had an actual sighting of Sallie on Halloween morning, 1993 While napping, Tony heard of woman’s voice say, “Here’s your remote,” as the TV remote control was placed on his chest by unseen hands

During the first Sightings taping, Tony received three bloody scratches on his arm. One night Tony dreamed that he was being pulled out of bed by his wrist by a little girl. Upon waking he found burn marks on his wrist that were much like the fingerprints of a small child.

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The Sunken City Derwent, Derbyshire  An entire village that was flooded to fill the Ladybower reservoir in 1944. Several creepy events happen near the site whenever the waters recede: vines allegedly pulling people into the buildings, the chapel bells ringing despite no bell being present, spectral figures reportedly visible under the water as the water rises to crest the buildings again. There persist allegations that the people of the village were conducting magic rituals at the site. 

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Sacro Bosco (Sacred Grove), Gardens of Bomarzo, Italy; the words Lasciate ogni pensiero voi ch entrate (Abandon all reason, you who enter here) are inscribed on the Orcus Mouth of Hell.

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