Dolls & Magic

Ghosts XXVIII

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 09:00:00 +0000

The following story has occurred over the past several months; in fact, the first siting should have been included in my last installment, only I forgot. It seems to me that this ghost does not want to be forgotten, so I've decided to get on this, even though I've been busy with other things.

We live across the street from a Romanian church, the mass is still given in Romanian. The building itself, I've been told, used to be a barn, so you may imagine that my Catholic friends laugh at this church, but I've always thought it rather charming. I've never been inside, but I walk Shiner around the grounds often.

This story actually begins with a funeral. Several months ago Ron was away on business when I noticed that somebody must have died. I knew it wasn't a typical funeral either, for although the parking lot is expansive, the cars were parked all the way up the entire street. I also saw for sure it was a funeral, as the mourners were all dressed in black. By the looks of the crowds, I only assumed it must have been the priest that died. If not he, I figured it must have been either somebody young or rather very important.

A couple of days later I was walking Shiner when on the very far perimeter of the church property, by what I refer to as the candy house, for its dark and multicolored brick, we walked right up to the shape of a person in a cloud. I've never encountered a ghost quite like this before. It certainly was a puffy cumulus cloud, in the very shape of a person, taller than me. We were right along side of it. It lingered for a few moments then just vanished. It did not slowly dissipate; it was there one moment, gone the next. At the same time, I thought, once again, that it was the priest. I'm not sure why, but since this ghost has been making himself known, I've only just come to the conclusion that what you think at the very instance of encounter about a ghost, is probably correct. This might even be how they make themselves known to you, unless of course, they are tricksters. This ghost, however, is not.

A few nights ago, and several months after this first siting, I was, once again, out with Shiner, only this time, by the church mail box. First, I heard something. I thought I heard somebody walking right near us. Then, I heard something that sounded like great wings, taking off, only this sounded a bit more distant. I thought it could be a big owl, as it was very late, or rather, very early in the morning. But then, I saw him, very quickly, only for an instant, but this time in full color. Shiner seemed to sense something too. He was right by the mail box and was nearly solid, but gone in a flash. I also thought it interesting, if not relevant, that that mail box number is 411, but with the flag down, blocking the 4, it became 111. I only noticed this, just then, as 111 is the number of The Holy Spirit. I also wondered if this was perhaps the priest popping in on Shiner. Shiner always perched in his window and barked at the church goers, but had since recovered from major surgery. He also had his staples removed on 1-11. 111 is also known as the number of completion. Remember, all this time, I did not know that the priest had actually died, it was just a hunch. But, afterwards, I came in and told Ron about what I had seen, and he told me that, yes, indeed, their priest had died.

Since Shiner's surgery, I no longer smoke in the house, as he had a lung removed. Only just tonight, (this morning...), I was out front smoking when I could see a dark shadow in the shape of a person flitting across the church parking lot again. So, I figured that he wanted me to tell you about him. I think he's a very nice ghost, probably the least creepy ghost that I've ever come across.

Thanks!

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 16:25:00 +0000

I did this as a Thank You to PVEC, but it will grace the inside cover of Minie Ball #4, signed and dedicated to Shiner, and will appear in my ZAZZLE shop too. LOVE Shiner! XO*

Minie Ball #4, Cover

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 15:15:00 +0000

Minie Ball, Number Four, will be the first two-parter, based on my book, A Dark Peace. Part One takes place in Gettysburg, prior to, and during The Civil War. It's a love story. It will likely take me as long to finish as the last one. There is a photograph of a Civil War era ghost at Fort Mifflin on the back cover. Also, a copy of Elizabeth Thorn Buries The Dead is on the inside back cover. The covers are full color with black and white ink material, printed professionally on card stock. This edition will be dedicated to Shiner, to help to pay his hospital bills, and since he is a character in the story too. (Shiner was attacked by a demon dog and is recovering), Thank The Lord! As I now see it, there will only be five Minie Balls.

Captivating Tarot, For Sale!

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:00:00 +0000

I've finally gone and self published my Captivating Tarot. You can get them through me, or here: http://www.etsy.com/listing/86173123/captivating-tarot

Ghosts XXVII

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 14:50:00 +0000

I can hardly believe that I'm this past due with my ghost stories already, but I am; so I'd better get them in writing while they are still fresh in mind.

First, the day of the earthquake: I felt the earthquake; it rattled the kitchen cupboards and dishes. I actually went outside. Later, that same afternoon, I was out in the garden, when I came back in the house, the ghost was standing in the foyer. At first, I thought in was Ron again, like before, that's how real he looked, only Ron was not home yet. I can never be sure if these ghosts are father or son, as maybe, the father appears as he was when he was younger sometimes. I say that, as I believe this was the father, the one who built the house, but they both come around from time to time.

Then, Gettysburg: several things have happened in Gettysburg, the last couple of trips. First, I had my new video camera, and was recording around the old cyclorama. Ron was there, and so was my Witch. It was creepy. It smelled so bad, like death. The wind was howling, and it was summer time. I actually thought I'd get an earache; it was so cold. I was sure my camera was going to pick up on all sorts of creepy things, but nothing recorded. I was there again, in October. Just after getting there, on a very warm and sunny day, I had to get my jacket out of the car, as I was experiencing some dreadful cold spells. Then, on to The National Cemetery, as it's always my first stop. There are a lot of ghosts that live there. I think some of them are Rebels in unmarked graves, as they didn't bury The Rebels. Anyways, Ron had said something to me that irked me. Then, (and, this is where it's actually pretty funny), I heard a very loud, rude noise. Assuming it was Ron, I decided not to say anything about it, since we were in the cemetery, out of respect. Only later, when I confronted him with it, he swore it wasn't him. So, I think it must have been directed at him. I do. Some of those ghosts have gotten used to me visiting them there. That same day, Ron was ascending the look-out tower with my camera, while I was down in the woods, on Culp's Hill. Culp's Hill is frighteningly haunted, especially at night. I was first hearing movement and whistling in the surrounding shrubs, and it wasn't birds. Then, I looked up, into the clearing, trying to see who might be making the noise. There was a dark figure, all browns, raggedy, feature-less, looking back at me. I couldn't see the bottom of his legs either. Then, he vanished.

I got all sorts of creepy pictures in Hamburg. Ron says it's all my camera, and the lights, but I don't think that explains them, when a few of the pictures are fine, and my camera, fully charged, all-out-and-died when we reached the bridge. And, the camera works fine again, now. Anyways, we had eaten at the old hotel at the crossroads at Hex Street before. I knew it was haunted then. In Hamburg, Hex Street leads to Witches Hill, where the witches dance naked with the devil. Not me, of course. But, I did see a ghost on the bridge. It was just a very dark figure, not very tall. I could sense it as well as seeing it. But, I really have no idea where some of the crazy pictures come from. You can check out these videos on my You Tube channel.

There is also a ghost kitten behind the house. I've seen and heard her, mewing. She is a little calico, maybe four months old. She makes me very sad. I've seen her during the day, but she cries at night. I've gone out calling at night for her, but she's not there.

Finally, just today, I saw another ghost car, witch' is what got me to writing down the stories. It was a fifties style hearse with a chrome grille, bumper, and mirrors. It was following behind the fire truck, which had the sirens wailing. Then, it vanished. That's how I know it was a ghost car.

Pumpkin Kids

Fri, 28 Oct 2011 00:50:00 +0000

Shiner & The Pumpkin

Mon, 10 Oct 2011 17:30:00 +0000

Actually, The Pumpkin is A Lot Bigger than Shiner.

Alice

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 01:35:00 +0000

Check out Alice! We sure get more than our fair share of Praying Mantis around here!

Minerva's Early Wish

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 12:45:00 +0000

I guess this August heat put a jump-start on my March seeds...

What the fog brought in...

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 11:19:00 +0000

As the fog lifted this morning I found these. They aren't daisies, but very delicate little mushrooms.

Minie Ball #3 Centerfold

Sun, 29 May 2011 11:29:00 +0000

I'm hoping to have this one done by The Fourth of July...

Minie Ball #3 Cover

Tue, 12 Apr 2011 01:54:00 +0000

Here's the cover for Minie Ball #3. Judging by how long it took me to finish, I'm betting this next Minie Ball will take me the longest yet. It will contain my first Civil War novella, Ghost on the Highway, adapted for comic. It is also the first Minie Ball to take place in modern times, concerning a Rebel ghost, and dreams of a past life. It will also contain the novella's original cover art, on the inside back cover, as well as the poem, Gettysburg, and a ghost photograph from Fort Mifflin.

Spirit Quartz

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 19:08:00 +0000

I know this is wyrd, but I wanted to share my new rock with You, just because he's so cute.

Ghosts XXVI

Sun, 03 Apr 2011 10:42:00 +0000

These next couple of stories have happened over the last couple of months. The ghosts seem rampant lately. First, I was driving the same road as always; I happen to be on this road at least once a week. It is a rather dangerous intersection, but I've never noticed anything strange about it, except for this one instance. I was waiting behind several other cars when I saw a gold sedan coming from the other lane right at me. There was nowhere to go, and I was certain that the car was going to drive right into me. This all happened very fast, as accidents do. I didn't notice anybody in the car. Then, the car just vanished. It was as if it disappeared right into my car. It seemed very real and solid, as if it was really there. It couldn't have gone anywhere else. Looking all around, the car was just gone. I suppose it was a ghost car. I don't know what else it could have been.

Next, I was waiting for somebody in the parking lot of their bank. This wasn't my bank. As I was waiting there a beige car drove up to go through the drive through. I thought it was pretty weird that somebody dressed in brown, (I couldn't even tell if it was a man or woman, as once again, this happened pretty fast), opened up the back door of that car and just sort of toppled out. The car was pulling up pretty slowly, but it never did completely stop. This passenger too, looked very solid and real, but once they were out of the car, they had just disappeared too. I looked all around. There was no place they could have gotten to that fast, even if they were running, which they weren't. I wondered if the driver knew that they had a ghostly hitchhiker on board that wanted out at the bank. I then relayed this story to the lady that I was waiting for, because I had wondered if they might be somehow connected to her. She tried to make up a lot of excuses as to where they might have gone, so I was pretty sure that she didn't believe me, and decided to drop it. I still wonder about it though.

Then, the ghosts here. Sometimes at night I can see them outside the French doors, but when I look again, they are gone. I still don't know about them. But, last week I saw one out there in stark daylight. That's a first. I thought it was a real person, but there wasn't anybody out there.

Last, but not least, Captain Hood. Captain Hood was one of the first graduates of West Point. He died in the 1840s; he was in his thirties. His tomb was robbed. The robbers stole his body and tossed it all around. It was never recovered. There was a monument there too, but it has since been moved. While there, I could hear somebody walking around behind me. There wasn't anybody there. But, if You look towards the end of my video, one of the last stills, to the upper right hand corner, You can see him, just where I heard him rustling about. Now, I'm not certain if this is connected to Captain Hood or not, because on our way to the tomb, we also passed a motorcycle accident, where a man, also in his thirties, was killed; but right after returning home, before I even got a chance to look at the photographs, something tugged on my shirt twice. Another interesting thing is that Ron, also made a video of the tomb, only on his phone. Now, that phone is possessed. Since he made that video it only flashes this strange screen and will not work at all otherwise. Other people say they call it and leave messages, and that it works; but it doesn't. It won't even ring. It's dead.

Captain Hood's Tomb

Sat, 12 Mar 2011 21:12:00 +0000

The ghost of Captain Hood,

to Possum Hollow is bound,

searching out his stolen body,

that was scattered all around.

In a thorny thicket,

the crow has built his nest,

crying for the Captain,

still he cannot rest.

The stones, they are a ruin,

the bones, returned to clay;

but Captain Hood still lingers,

longing for the day...

The Little People

Sat, 19 Feb 2011 04:33:00 +0000

The video: http://youtu.be/y4R-annfSDg

2 3/4 x 4 3/4 inch art cards, same size as standard Tarot. Originals are $25.00 each. You can purchase a printed set of ten of these from me or my Etsy shop. They are printed on card stock and come in a little signed keeper for $6.00 US. There is a postage charge of $2.00 on the sets for customers outside The US.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/68405439/the-little-people

Rebel Candles

Thu, 17 Feb 2011 23:42:00 +0000

Check out my Herbal Mojo section of The Art Gallery, or my Etsy shop, for new sizes and scents to come. Being magic candles, they are seasonal and slow in the making. Up and Coming Scents: Rebel Yell, Rebel Ghost, Mint Julep, Moonlight & Magnolias, Bonnie Blueberry, Shortnin Bread. Sizes will include Mason Jar and Little Travelers. Each is a bit unique, all magical. There is a postage fee for these outside The US, $2 for Travelers and $4 for the Mason Jar. Also, keep in mind, with these, that I can only accept money orders on orders over $10.

2011 Tarot Calendar

Tue, 28 Dec 2010 02:59:00 +0000

New for 2011: Tarot Calendar: Get it here: http://www.cafepress.com/dollsandmagic.407594212

Minie Ball #2 Centerfold

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 13:32:00 +0000

Ghosts XXV

Tue, 07 Dec 2010 13:47:00 +0000

I've only just realized that I've totally neglected mentioning another haunted house in the place where I grew up. I can't really call this a second-hand ghost story, but it does involve my two Best Friends. They had more experiences there than I, the one lived there; but I can vouch to say it's haunted.

The house is just a couple of streets away from my Grandparents' old house, and, in fact, the ghost there, knew my Grandparents too. It had belonged to my Best Friend's ex-husband's Grandparents. It was the Grandfather who haunted the house. First, while there, I did get the strange feeling that somebody else was around, and I could hear somebody upstairs when nobody was up there. I asked my Friend about it, and she said, "Oh, yeah, it's Brian's Grandfather. Sometimes he spies on me, and I get the willies." Also, she would have strange dreams while sleeping there. And, for a while, the Grandmother, his wife, was away in a home, before she passed away. She kind of lost it and would think that she was back at home with her husband sometimes. She would even call cabs to try to get back home; although, she actually didn't really know where she was at that time.

Anyways, my first experience while there was when my friend gave a sex party, not an orgy or anything, just one of those Sassy Sensation parties where women get together to buy sex toys, lingerie, and things like that. Well, the hostess went to make a champagne toast, when suddenly the glasses just shattered out of nowhere all over her. I said, "Brian's Grandfather doesn't like that."

The next thing was even wyrder. I had brought my other Friend over for the first time. We were all out on the porch when my Friend went to the bathroom. When she got back, I said, "Do You want to leave?" I didn't know why, at the time, since we hadn't been there very long, but she just looked funny and very white, whiter than usual. She said, "Yeah." So, we left. A couple of weeks later she told me what had really happened to her while she was in the bathroom. Getting ready to pee, she heard an old man's voice say, "Get Out!" The first time scared her. The second time, she said, "Okay, I'm trying!"

Then, the day of my Friend's wedding, as they had been living there a bit before they got married, I was upstairs in one of the bedrooms. There was a lot of commotion downstairs at the time, with the wedding party and pictures. The door shut. First, I thought somebody was playing a prank on me, but when I couldn't unlock the door, that only locked from the inside, I got scared and started beating on it and yelling for somebody to let me out, as I was afraid that they'd forget about me and leave without me with all the wedding day distractions. The door did eventually open and let me out, but it was pretty scary.

They don't live there anymore, but I'm betting the Grandfather still does.