Ghost Ping...
Ghost Ping!
The Jersey Devil (from halloweenghoststories)
The Jersey Devil tale has been around for a while. It's shown up in The X-Files and movies such as The Last Broadcast. But no one has ever captured the Jersey Devil ........
The Jersey Devil, the supposed mythical creature of the New Jersey Pinelands, has haunted New Jersey and the surrounding areas for the past 260 years. This entity has been seen by over 2,000 witnesses over this period. It has terrorized towns and caused factories and schools to close down, yet many people believe that the Jersey Devil is a legend, a mythical beast, that originated from the folklore of the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Others disagree with this point of view. The following text will show there is evidence to support the existence of an animal or supernatural bring known as the Jersey Devil. The evidence consists of the stories of the Jersey Devil's origin, the sightings of it, and finally, the theories on it.
There are many different versions of the birth of the Jersey Devil. One of the most popular legends says a Mrs. Shrouds of Leeds Point, NJ made a wish that if she ever had another child, she want it to be a devil. Her next child was born misshapen and deformed. She sheltered it in the house, so the curious couldn't see him. On stormy night, the child flapped it's arms, which turned into wings, and escaped out the chimney and was never seen by the family again. A Mrs. Bowen of Leeds point said, "The Jersey Devil was born in the Shrouds house at Leeds Point." 1 Another story that also placed the birth at Leeds Point said that a young girl fell in love with a British soldier during the Revolutionary War. The people of Leeds Point cursed her. When she gave birth, she had a devil. Some people believe the birth of the devil was punishment for the mistreatment of a minister by the Leeds folk.
Another story placed the birth in Estelville, NJ. Mrs. Leeds, of Estelville, finding out she was pregnant with her 13th child, shouted,"I hope it's a devil". She got her wish. The child wad born with horns, a tail, wings, and a horse-like head. The creature revisited Mrs. Leeds everyday. She stood at her door and told it to leave. After awhile, the creature got the hint and never returned.
Burlington, NJ, also claims to be the birthplace of the Jersey Devil. In 1735, Mother Leeds was in labor on a stormy night. Gathered around her were her friends. Mother Leeds was supposedly a witch and the child's father was the devil himself. The child was born normal, but then changed form. It changed from a normal baby to a creature with hooves, a horses head, bat wings and a forked tail. It beat everyone present and flew up the chimney. It circled the villages and headed toward the pines. In 1740 a clergy exercised the devil for 100 years and it wasn't seen again until 1890.
There are many other versions of the legend. The legends say it was the 6th, 8th, 10th, 12th, or 13th child, It was born normal or deformed, and the mother confined it to the cellar or the attic. Although there are many discrepancies in all of these stories, there are 3 pieces of evidence that tie all of the legends of the Jersey Devil's origin together.
The first thing that ties the legends together is the name "Leeds". Whether the mothers name was Leeds or the birth place was Leeds Point, all of the stories include the name Leeds. Alfred Heston, the Atlantic County Historian, believes that the devil could be a Leeds or a Shrouds baby. He discovered that a Daniel Leeds opened land in Great Egg Harbor, NJ, in 1699. His family lived in Leeds Point. He also discovered a Samuel Shrouds, Sr. came to Little Egg Harbor, NJ, in 1735 and lived right across the river from the house of Mother Leeds. The 3rd fact ties in the Burlington story with the others stories. Professor Fred MacFadden of Coppin State College, Baltimore, found that a "devil" was mentioned in writings from Burlington as early as 1735. He also indicated that the word Burlington was used to was the word used to names the area from the city of Burlington to the Atlantic Ocean. This means that the name that is now used for the birthplace such as Leeds point or Estelville, could be the same place referred to in the Burlington Legend.
The origins provide some validity to the existence of the Jersey Devil, but the sightings are the most substantial pieces of evidence. The sightings have been divided up into 3 time periods, pre 1909, January 16-23, 1909, and post 1909.
From the pre 1909 era, few documented records of sightings still exist. The ones that do confirm the existence of the devil.
In the early 19th century, Commodore Stephen Decatur, a naval hero, was testing cannon balls on the firing range when he saw a strange creature flying across the sky. He fired and hit the creature but it kept right on flying across the field. Joseph Bonaparte, former king of Spain and brother of Napoleon, saw the Kersey Devil in Bordentown, NJ, between 1816 and 1839 while he was hunting. In 1840-41 many sheep and chickens were killed by a creature with a piercing scream and strange tracks. In 1859-94, the Jersey Devil was seen and numerous times and reportedly carried off anything that moved in Haddonfield, Bridgeton, Smithville, Long Branch, Brigantine, and Leeds Point. W.F. Mayer of New York noticed while visiting the Pine Barrens, most of the locals would not venture out after dark. The devil was sighted by George Saarosy, A prominent business man, at the NJ/NY border. This was the last reported sighting before the turn of the century.
In 1903, Charles Skinner, author of American Myths and Legends, claimed that the legend of the devil had run it's course and that in the new century, NJ would hear no more of the devil. New Jersey rested easy with that thought for 6 years, until the week of January 16-23. 1909. During this week, the devil would leave his tracks all over South Jersey and Philadelphia. He was seen by over 1,00 people. This was his largest appearance ever.
It all started early Sunday morning, January 16, 1909. Thack Cozzens of Woodbury, NJ, saw a flying creature with glowing eyes flying down the street. In Bristol, NJ, John Mcowen heard and saw the strange creature on the banks of the canal. Patrol James Sackville fired at the creature as it flew away screaming. E.W. Minister, Postmaster of Bristol,NJ, also saw a bird-like creature with a horses head that had a piercing scream. When daylight came, the residents of Bristol found hoof prints in the snow. Two local trappers said they had never seen tracks like those before.
On Monday, the Lowdens of Burlington, NJ, found hoof prints in their yard and around their trash, which was half eaten. Almost every yard in Burlington had these strange hoof prints in them. The prints went up trees, went from roof to roof, disappeared in the middle of the road, and stopped in the middle of open fields. The same tracks were also found in Columbus, Hedding, Kinhora and Rancocas. A hunt was organized to follow the tracks but the dogs wouldn't follow the trail.
On the 19th the Jersey Devil made his longest appearance of the week. At 2:30 am, Mr. & Mrs. Nelson Evans of Gloucester were awakened by a strange noise. They watched the devil from their window for 10 minutes. Mr. Evans described the creature they saw:
"It was about three feet and half high, with a head like a collie dog and a face like a horse. It had a long neck, wings about two feet long, and its back legs were like those of a crane, and it had horse's hooves. It walked on its back legs and held up two short front legs with paws on them. It didn't use the front legs at all while we were watching. My wife and I were scared, I tell you, but I managed to open the window and say, 'Shoo', and it turned around barked at me, and flew away."
Tuesday afternoon 2 professional hunters tracked the devil for 20 miles in Gloucester. The trail jumped 5 foot fences and went under 8 inch spaces. The hoof prints were found in more parts of South Jersey. A group of observers in Camden, NJ, saw the devil. It barked at them and then took off into the air.
The next day, a Burlington police officer and the Reverend John Pursell of Pemberton saw the Jersey Devil. Rev. Pursell said, "Never saw anything like it before".3 Posses in Haddonfield found tracks that ended abruptly. In Collingswood, NJ, a posse watched the devil fly off toward Moorestown. Near Moorestown, John Smith of Maple Shade saw the devil at the Mount Carmel Cemetery. George Snyder saw the devil right after Mr. Smith and their descriptions were identical. In Riverside, NJ, hoof prints were found on roof tops and also around a dead puppy.
On Thursday, the Jersey Devil was seen by the Black Hawk Social Club. He was also seen by a trolley full of people in Clementon as it circled above them. The witnesses descriptions matched others from the days before. In Trenton, Councilman E.P. Weeden heard the flapping of wings and then found hoof prints outside his door. The prints were also found at the arsenal in Trenton. As the day wore on the Trolleys in Trenton and New Brunswick had armed drivers to ward off attacks. The people in Pitman filled churches. Chickens had been missing all week throughout the Delaware Valley, but when the farmers checked their yards that day, they found their chickens dead, with no marks on them. The West Collingswood Fire Department fired their hose at the devil. The devil retreated at first, but then charged and flew away at the last second.
Later that night, Mrs. Sorbinski of Camden heard a commotion in her yard. She opened the door to see the Jersey Devil standing there with her dog in it's grip. She hit the devil with a broom until it let go of her dog and flew away. She started screaming until her neighbors came over. Two police officers arrived at her house where over 100 people had gathered. The crowd heard a scream coming from Kaigan Hill. The mob ran toward the creature on the hill. The Policed shot at it and the devil flew off into the night. The streets of Camden were empty after this.
On Friday, Camden police officer Louis Strehr saw the Jersey Devil saw the devil drinking from a horses trough. The school in Mt Ephraim was closed because no students came in. Mills and factories in Gloucester and Hainesport had to close because none of the employees came to work. Many New Jersey residents wouldn't leave their houses, even in daylight. Officer Merchant of Blackwood drew a sketch of the creature he saw. His sketch coincided with the descriptions from earlier in the week. Jacob Henderson saw the devil in Salem and described it as having "wings and a tail"4. The devil was only seen once more in 1909 in February.
Since 1909, the Jersey Devil has continued to be sighted by people all over New Jersey. The number of sightings that have been reported to the authorities has dwindled over the years. This could be attributed to the fact that people don't want to be branded as crazy. Even though the number of reported sightings has dropped, there's still a considerable amount of sightings in the post 1909 era.
IN 1927, a cab driver on his way to Salem got a flat tire. He stopped to fix the tire. As he was doing this, creature that stood upright and was covered with hair, landed on the roof of his cab. The creature shook his car violently. He fled the scene, leaving the tire and jack behind. Phillip Smith, who was known as a sober and honest man, saw the devil walking down the street in 1953. The characteristic screams of the Jersey Devil were heard in the woods near Woodstown, NJ, in 1936.
Around 1961, 2 couples were parked in a car in the Pine Barrens. They heard a loud screeching noise outside. Suddenly the roof of the car was smashed in. They fled the scene, but returned later. Again they heard the loud screech. They saw a creature flying along the trees, taking out huge chinks of bark as it went along.
There have been other sightings since 1909, such as the Invasion of Gibbsboro in 1951. The people there saw the devil over a 2 day period. In 1966, a farm was raided and 31 dicks, 3 geese, 4 cats, and 2 dogs were killed. One of the dogs was a large German Shepard which had it's throat ripped out. In 1981, a young couple spotted the devil at Atsion Lake in Atlantic County.
In 1987, in Vineland an aggressive German Shepard was found torn apart and the body gnawed upon. the body was located 25 feet from the chain which had been hooked to him. Around the body were strange tracks that no one could identify.
The sightings and prints are the most substantial evidence that exists. Many of the theories on the Jersey Devil are based upon that evidence. Some theories can be proven invalid, while others seem to provide support for the Jersey Devil's existence.
One theory is that the Jersey Devil is a bird. Mrs. Cassidy of Clayton thought it was an invasion of scrowfoot dicks. The scrowfoot dick is much too small to be mistaken for the devil. Others believe the devil is really a sand hill crane. The crane used to live in South Jersey until it was pushed out by man. The sand hill crane weighs about 12 lbs., is 4 foot high, and a wingspan of 80 inches. It avoids man but if confronted it will fight. It has a loud scream whooping voice that can be heard at a distance. This could account for the screams heard by witnesses. The crane also eats potatoes and corn. This could account for the raids on crops. This theory doesn't explain , however, the killing of live stock. It also doesn't explain why people described the devil as having a horses head, bat wings and tail, all of which the crane doesn't have.
Professor Bralhopf said that" the tracks were made by some prehistoric animal form the Jurassic period"5. He believes the creature survived underground in a cavern. An expert from the Smithsonian Institute had a theory about ancient creatures surviving underground. He said the Jersey Devil was a Pterodactyl. The Academy of Natural Sciences could find no record of any creature, living or extinct, that resembles the Jersey Devil.
Jack E. Boucher, author of Absagami Yesteryear, has a theory in which he believes the devil was a deformed child. He thinks Mrs. Leeds had a disfigured child and kept it locked away in the house. She grew sick and couldn't feed the child anymore. It escaped out of hunger and raided local farms for food. This doesn't take into account the incredible life span of the devil. The child would have been 174 years old in 1909. It also doesn't account for the sightings of their devil flying.
Only a small amount of the sightings and footprints could be hoaxes. The Jersey Devil has been seen by reliable people such as police, government officials, postmasters, businessman, and other people whose "integrity is beyond question."6 As for the hoof prints, even if some were hoaxes, There is still no way to explain most of the tracks, especially the ones on roof tops and tracks that ended abruptly as if the creature took wing.
The last theory is the most controversial one. Many people believe that the Jersey Devil could be the very essence of evil, embodied. It is said that the devil is an "uncanny harbinger of war"7. and appears before any great conflict. The jersey devil was sighted before the start of the Civil War. It was also seen right before the Spanish American War and WW I. In 1939, before the start of WW II, Mount Holly citizens were awakened by the noise of hooves on their roof tops. The Devil was seen on December 7, 1941, right before Pearl Harbor was bombed. He was also seen right before the Vietnam War.
The Jersey Devil's habit of being a forerunner to wars could be because of his possible demonic origins. In 1730, Ben Franklin reported a story about a witchcraft trial near Mt Holly, NJ. One of the origin legends say that Mother Leeds was a witch. The devil's birth could have been a result of a witches curse.
Other facts support the supernatural theory are the reports of the death of the devil. When Commodore Decatur fired a cannon ball at the devil, it went through him and he was unaffected.
In 1909, a track walker on the electric railroad saw the devil fly into the wires above the tracks. There was a violent explosion which melted the track 20 feet in both directions. No body was found and the devil was seen later in perfect health. In 1957, the Department of Conservation found a strange corpse in a burned out area of the pines. It was a partial skeleton, feathers, and hind legs of an unidentifiable creature. The devil was thought to be dead, but reappeared when the people of New Jersey thought that this time his death was real. Each time he is reported dead, he returns. Sometimes this year. The Jersey Devil will be 260 years old. It seems the devil is immortal, which a supernatural being would be. Another thing that supports this theory is the incredible distances the devil could fly in a short period of time. No animal could travel as fast as the devil did in 1909 when he was sighted in South Jersey, Philadelphia, and New York through out the week.
None of these theories can give a definitive answer to what the Jersey Devil was or is, but the sightings prove there is something out there. Whether the Jersey devil is a bird or a demon, is still left to speculation. The people of New Jersey have definitely seen something out there lurking in the Pine Barrens.
When I was 14 (in the 1960s) my daddy decided that farming was his next big thing, and he bought an 18th century farmhouse and property from an eccentric old lady who was a story in herself, in New York ... and we hadn't lived there long before we were visited by The Ghost. (We named him Albert, for no reason other than that we had to call him something). Albert was a short man with dark hair, and although he manifested himself in various parts of the house, particularly in the kitchen/pantry, the only place he was seen was in the furnace room, a dim figure in the shadows that scared the bejezuz out of the handyman the first time he went down there ... although the house also had a poltergeist (which is not a ghost as you probably know, but an energy field), Albert never bothered anybody and we got used to him and his footsteps on the stairs or closing doors.
Research revealed that the basement of that house was built of the stone brought over as ballast in a Dutch sailing ship, and we speculated that Albert was a Dutch sailor although we never really found out anything about him.
Dad sold the place to a young married couple when he retired, and I asked him if he'd told them about Albert. He said that he had not, although in New York you can void a property sale if it turns out to have an undisclosed ghost. But the young man contacted him some months later and asked if he knew that the basement was haunted; Daddy asked him to describe the ghost and he accurately described Albert. Fortunately they didn't mind him! They had no children so no poltergeist and we never heard any more about them.
My sister Donna's latest husband, who is a Mohawk Indian, said that in the house in Alabama where my parents now live, there is a 'presence' in the upstairs bedroom, that my thoroughly unimaginative Jewish uncle and auntie thought they saw one night, but nothing is known about who or what that is and it has never bothered anybody either.
Those are my ghost experiences.
ping for later
15 years ago I bought a two-story, hundred-year-old, log house near Estes Park, Colorado. Right on a great trout stream. Lots of character, etc. Sat on some acreage with good privacy. Everything was right about it, save for the levitating bed.
This could be disconcerting as hell. There were mornings-after when I seriously thought I should design a safety belt to keep me strapped in while I tried to sleep. The bucking and gyrations were so bad it was as though I was flying through some of the worst turbulence I had ever encountered in my extensive international flying.
My love life started to go to hell as no one would actually spend the night in the place. Comments such as 'There's something really spooky about this place' were being heard more and more from hopeful (on my part) sleep-overs.
Then she showed up at the foot of the bed one night about six months after moving in. I say 'she' as it was more of an indistinct faintly luminiscent figure that just seemed female. I decided not to turn on the light as it would destroy my night vision and I still didn't know what I was up against. It was a moonless night and dark as only it can be in the country. I slowly reached over, picked up my .44 Mag, swung it around in the direction of the thing, and observed.
I also decided that, in total darkness, I couldn't exactly make out where my feet were and probably stood a good chance of shotting off a toe, or worse. Besides, it was ludricrous to think one could actually shoot a ghost.
So, I returned the shooter to its place on the night stand. I had a feeling as though 'it' smiled approvingly.
This went on for years. My brother stayed with me one time and got up in the middle of the night, drove to the nearest town of size, checked into a motel, and departed for home three days early. My secretary, who would check on the place every few days when I was overseas, refused to go anywhere near it at night.
Finally, I bought a sailboat, fell in love with sailing, and started living on it on a more or less full-time basis, in San Diego. I was always apprehensive about leaving the Colorado place unattended.
This problem was solved when a good friend became divorced from her husband and needed a temporary place to live while going through the legal proceedings, etc. I volunteered my place, she and her teenage daughter moved in, and like magic, 'it' was no longer around.
I sold the place a few years later and the new owners say everything is perfectly normal.
How boring.
It was a girl, young, beautiful, resplendent in a long white evening dress. Her troubled eyes were glaring straight toward him. Obviously she was in need. He jumped from the car and ran around to where she stood motionless. "Can I help you?"
"yes." Her voice was low, stranger. I want to go home. I live in High Point."
He opened the door, and she got in. As they drove off, he said, "I'm glad I came by. I didn't expect to find anyone like you on the road so late at night."
"I was at a dance." She spoke in a monotone. "My date and I had a quarrel. It was very bad. I made him drop me back there."
He tried to continue the conversation, but she would say nothing more until they were into High Point. "Turn at the next left," she said. "I live three doors on the right." He parked before a darkened house, got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. There was no one there! He looked into the back seat. No one! He thought she might have rushed up the sidewalk and out of sight.
Confused and undecided about what to do next, he thought it only reasonable to find out if she had entered the house. He went up the steps and knocked on the door. No one came. He knocked again. There was no sound anywhere. After a third knock, through the side panes a dim light appeared from the pitch-black hallway. Finally the door was opened by a white-haired woman in a night robe.
"I brought a girl to this house," he explained, "but now I can't find her. Have you seen her? I picked her up out on the highway."
"Where?"
"At the Jamestown underpass. She told me she had been to a dance and was on her way home."
"Yes, I know," said the woman wearily. "that was my daughter. She was killed in a wreck at that tunnel five years ago tonight. And every year since, on this very night, she signals a young man like you to pick her up. She is still trying to get home."
The young man turned from the doorway, speechless. The dim light in the house went out. He drove on to Lexington, but never has he forgotten, nor will he ever forget, the beautiful hitchhiker and how she vanished into the night.
Stalin is alive and well living in Hillarys body
John Kerry died last November and now were all being haunted by his ghost.
This young couple is out parked on a Lovers Lane. The girl is real nervous and uneasy. It seems that there had been a report about an escaped criminal in the area. He was supposed to be dangerous, a mad killer. They called him "The Hook" because one of his hands was missing and he wore a hook in place of it. He was supposed to have used it on all of his victims. Anyway, the girl was real uneasy for some reason. Supposedly, they were not aware of the escaped killer. She kept saying she had an uneasy feeling but she did not know why. The guy finally got upset at her. He thought she was just making up excuses because she didn't want to park. Finally he lost his temper and stepped on the gas. He really tore out of there fast. He didn't say a word on the way home. When they get to the girl's house, he just got out and went around to open her door. When he got to the door, there was a hook hanging on the handle.......
OK, here goes. Back in the early 70s, my husband and I drove our van down to northern New Mexico to visit some friends. They lived in a very old stone farmhouse, no indoor plumbing or electricity. There were a few old tumbled down out buildings. They told us that in the evening, they had to go upstairs by about 8:00 p.m. because the noise in the downstairs got started, doors and cabinets openning and closing (not actually moving, just the sounds.) footsteps and a cold damp air pockets. My husband did experience the air pockets. So we slept that night in our van out front. About an hour after we dropped off to sleep, we woke up to the sound of hammer on anvil. My husband's father had an anvil and worked metal so he knew that sound. Our dog was shiffering uncontrolably in to bottom of our sleeping bag. The next morning we got up and walked around the property. We explored one of the tumbled down out buildings. In one, there was a room where there had been a hearth. The floor was broken. In the basement below was an anvil, on it's side, inaccessable.
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Does anyone watch the ghost hunters on the sci-fi channel? I love that show, they visit a lot of historical places and all kinds of spooky stuff happens to them.
It was either William or Henry James who decreed that all of us belong to one of two categories: those who believe in ghosts, and those who do not wish to believe in ghosts. These admissions may actually be of some significance, for what we fear is not so much the being as it is the unknown surrounding it. Of all the ghost stories shrouded in mystery, that of La Llorona is probably the best known. It can be traced back many miles and three centuries to become a part of the Mexican border folklore. There are countless variations on her story, but they all carry the same theme
the weeping woman seeking her children.
Among the old folk tales told up and down the Rio Grande is the story of Maria Gonzales. She was not a great beauty, and she had nothing in the way of a dowry to offer, but she fell madly in love with a dashing young nobleman who walked past her window each day. She was not alone in her love for this man. Everyone on the street watched the young man, and women everywhere wished to marry with him. He was tall and strong, with deep brown eyes and a warm, winning smile which showed beautiful white teeth.
This man was very popular with all the ladies, and it seemed like he would never take a wife. Maria believed in her heart that if she could get him to notice her, let him know in some way how much she loved him, then her state of poverty would not keep them apart. She began to formulate her plans, and on the next day, she began to carry them out. At the expected time of his walk, she strolled casually out on her patio so he might see her when he walked by. She had dressed in her finest clothing and had put flowers in her black hair.
In time, she found a little more courage to stroll out to the gate and eventually to the street. The handsome man did notice her, and when his dark eyes looked into hers, there seemed to be a spark. That one moment was enough to give her hope that one day he would be hers. When he asked her to marry, even though she had no dowry, her heart beat madly with joy.
The marriage began happy, but it soon turned sour for Maria. Although she dearly loved her handsome husband, he did not return her love in the manner she had expected. He continued his flirtations with other women, especially the beautiful young ladies from the rich side of town, and this deeply hurt Marias pride. He was kind and attentive, but it was not long before he began staying out a little later each night.
After the birth of two children, Marias handsome husband became even more distant. He continued to go out at night, and sometimes, he would not come back until the next morning. Word came to Maria that he was gambling and spending all his money on other women in town. She tried to ignore all this, but it began to tear her up a little at a time. What disturbed her most was that her husband would pay far more attention to the children than to her. It got to the point where he would come home for a visit, and he would bring the children some kind of small gift, but he would completely ignore Maria. He would not even look in her direction.
This kind of treatment began to push Maria further and further into herself. Her eyes became a little wilder, and her mind seemed to be off somewhere else most of the time. Instead of trying to appear young and attractive, she began to look older and more tired. Her once soft features began to harden, and deep lines began to etch her face.
The end came on the day that Maria spied her handsome husband riding with a beautiful young woman in a big, fancy wagon. This woman lived on the other side of town, a part of town where only the very rich were ever seen. Maria suspected that he regretted his marriage. As she watched, her children ran to meet the wagon, and she saw her husband give them a big smile and pieces of candy, but he never once looked in her direction.
Jealous rage boiled up inside Maria. When her husband and his new young woman companion rode out of sight, she took her children down to the river. In a moment of insane anger and jealousy, she threw them from the cliff, drowning both of them. As soon as she did it, she realized what she had done. But only for a moment did she come back to her senses, only long enough for her to go out of her mind.
Maria fell to her knees and began moaning and crying. The townsfolk who heard her terrible weeping and wailing quickly made the sign of the cross. Something evil had happened, and the townsfolk knew it. Maria never went home again, and her husband disowned her. She lived like an animal on the outskirts of town until she was nothing but skin stretched tight over her bones. One dark, stormy night, she finally threw herself into the river at the very spot where she had murdered her children.
It was only a few days afterwards that La Llorona appeared. At the exact spot where Maria had drowned her children, when it was a dark and silent night, a voice carried thinly on the wind. It was cold and wavering, choked with tears, calling out Mis ninos, mis ninos! In her madness and with the passage of time, Maria had completely forgotten what her children looked like, so she called out for all children. Whenever she found a child alone in the dark, near the water, she took it.
Most people think this is just a tale told by parents to keep their children from playing too near the water, but this is not true. La Llorona does exist. As late as 1957, a small Mexican boy playing along the Rio Grande with two friends encountered her. It got to be late in the afternoon, and then the sun was suddenly gone and the moon started coming up. The two friends were afraid of La Llorona and talked of how she would be out and about on a night like this. They decided to go home, but their friend just scoffed at their fear.
As heavy clouds covered the stars, and everything was still and quiet, a small hole slowly opened up in the clouds to let a hazy, silver moon shine through. The boy stood dumb struck, as he saw a ghostly white form rise up out of the water. Then, he heard the sound. It was a terrible crying sound. Mis ninos! He wanted to run, but his legs would not obey, and he felt a harsh coldness slowly move up his backbone. All the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His mind screamed for him to run, but his legs would not move. He stood rooted to the ground, as a tall woman with a long, thin, pale face that was white as chalk with large, deep empty eyes reached out a withered hand and moaned in a pitiful voice, Mis ninos!
The hand took hold of his arm and wrapped long, bony, cold fingers around his wrist. The fingers began to squeeze tighter and tighter. Although his fear was intense, he could not move. It was like a terrible dream where a person just cannot move, and whatever is after you just gets closer and closer. The boy felt the woman tugging him step by step toward the water, and he was powerless to fight back.
Mis ninos, she wailed, and her mouth was as dark and cavernous as the night sky. She pulled him toward the water, drawing him closer and closer to her.
At that moment a church bell rang. By the time that first tone had wavered off into the night, the boy felt that the icy grip on his wrist was growing looser. The bell rang again and again, and it was as if her fingers were melting away. By the last peal, he was free.
The boy ran home. When he got home, his mother was very angry, until she saw the whiteness of his face. She demanded to know what had happened, but the boy could no longer speak. He drew pictures to tell what had happened, and there were the terrible red marks on his wrist where the bony fingers had touched him and held him too tightly.
La Llorona still cries for her children. She comes in the dark, on the wind, seeking that which is forever lost to her.
(She is also known as the ditch witch. Growing up in New Mexico, we would often hear stories of her trying to drown children walking the ditches at night)
Very disgusted with a Halloween card in target. On the cover, it had a photo of President Bush saying "Boo." Inside, it said "This is the scariest card I could find." I hope it was just one type in a box shipment of various cards and not a special request on the part of the store.
I dropped of the books at the various points for restacking. One book remained on the cart and I was surprised at the age of the book cover. I opened it and saw that it was a part of our Rare Books collection. Only certain librarians could enter those hallowed grounds. I didn't want to leave it unattended so I took it home.
The book as dated 1685 and the author was Martha Corey. It was written in Latin and my high school Latin allowed me to translate the title, "The All Seeing Eye". Under the title on the title page was an illustration of a pyramid topped by an eye, which seemed to penetrate my very soul.
I was a history major and recognized the grad student who had checked the book out. She was very beautiful Douglass student and I had said hello to her on occasions at the History Department.
Saturday morning I went to the Library and checked out a Latin to English dictionary. I looked up the personal information on the grad student since she had special access to the Rare Books Collection the additional personal material was needed. Her home was listed as Salem Massachusetts, which rang a bell! Her name was Martha Corey and the coincidence shouted at me. A quick search revealed the fact that Martha Corey had been tried at the Salem Witch Trial of 1692 and hung!
I hid the book return transaction and went back to my room to read more. The book contained a series of spells which prepared one for exercising and invoking The All Seeing Eye. I worked day and night for five days. I knew that Corey was always in the History Department on Thursday so I camped out near her professors door so that I could run into her. We met and said our hellos. I asked her if I could talk to her about the eye! She was startled for a moment and then led me into an empty classroom. It was there, in hushed tones, that she spoke of her ancestor. After these furtive admissions she asked me if I would like to attend her coven! I said yes and she said that she would pick me up when I closed on Friday night.
She picked me up and we drove out to the forest which lay to the west of Rutgers. We walked into the forest and came upon her coven standing in a forest clearing. There was a large fire in the center of the group and several smaller fires where cauldrons were emitting green smoke. Our arrival was noted and the coven grew quiet. Martha stood on a tree stump and began to speak. I was introduced and a short speech in Latin was delivered. I was to be joined to the coven and the search for my third eye was to begin. I was drawn to the center of the glen and given a goblet of green liquid. I drank it while Martha sang a lovely song. The coven then came to me and welcomed me to the group. I was startled to meet the Rutgers Dean of Men, the Mayor of New Brunswick, The Chancellor of Douglass College and many teachers and dignitaries from the local communities.
Martha handed me another goblets and we began to drink and sing as we danced around the central fire. My forehead began to itch and I imbibed more of the fire water. Martha kissed me and my hands began to explore her lovely form. Soon we were rolling on the forest floor and we ripped at each others clothes. The debauch began and the howls that filled the night air were those of lust unleashed! Afterwards I looked across the glen and thought that I saw a horse headed creature with horns, a forked tale and a fiery breath......
my house is quite thoroughly haunted. got a little kid who likes to throw his ball at you. at least 6 people have seen the little boy, but most have dismissed it. the time we really took note of him was when we were laying in bed, daughter was downstairs with the baby monitor on. we heard, very clearly thru the monitor, the voice of a little boy, "can i share your pillow?" my daughter was under 2 at the time, and was not talking that clearly. i rushed downstairs to find her curled up on the other side of her crib off her pillow. she now insists on sleeping with at least two pillows in her bed. if we put her down with one, there's always a second there in the morning.
i have also had reports of people seeing dragons.
About fifteen years ago I was working as a Field Engineer for a cellular company who owned dozens of cellular licenses across the country. This was the early days of the original cellular system rollout, circa 1987 or 1988.
It was common for us field guys to travel extensively because this company had a habit of buying licenses that were about to expire. Usually, we'd have 20-30 days to turn a system on to save the license after they'd purchased it. 100 hour work weeks were common in those days
On this particular occasion I'd flown into DC from Dallas after working near San Angelo and Midland for the past week or so. Due to weather, my plane was delayed and I wound up getting to Dulles rather late, after midnight as I recall. I picked up my rental car and headed out to Cumberland, MD, the site of our next system cut.
The interstate between DC and Cumberland, I was later told, runs through part of the Antietam Battlefield. This particular night it had been raining and there was a fog about eye level along the interstate. It wasn't really thick fog, but it was enough to make you slow down on this moonless night. As I passed through the Antietam area there wasn't much traffic on the road. I was trying hard to stay awake and not thinking of much but the bed that awaited me in Cumberland.
As I was driving along, I saw a man walking down the side of the interstate. As I got closer, I noticed he was dressed in what appeared to be rags. I figured he was a homeless guy, but as I got a bit closer I noticed he appeared to be carrying a stick. As I passed him it was clear that he was carrying a rifle and was dressed in Union Civil War garb. Needless to say this really spooked me.
Just as I passed him I looked into the right side rear view mirror and didn't see him. I looked into the center rear view mirror and saw his face and the upper part of his torso plain as day in the back seat of my rental Caddy! When I turned around to look to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, he was gone. Needless to say I didn't have any trouble staying awake for the rest of the drive to Cumberland. I never saw anything like this before or since.
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