Dolls & Magic

I must admit that I've been putting off recording the latest happenings, since moving again, to this house, out in the middle of nowhere, as I see things. I don't know. Sometimes, I think, I have to distance myself from the strange happenings before documentation. But, I've been thinking, that these things become known to me for a reason, for reasons of their own, I suppose they probably want to be shared. I'm a very private person about personal matters, however, only sharing certain things with the certain few that I know probably won't consider me batshit crazy.

First, I start this wyrd collective chapter with a note concerning all the ghost hunting craze out there. I laugh at the ghost hunters that call themselves skeptics. What a joke. They only believe themselves, so why should I believe them? I am a believer in psychics, of course I am. I think we All house our own unique gifts and abilities. The ghost hunters that present themselves as helping people, not just as honestly morbid and curious, I laugh at them too, unless they call a priest. I believe in priests too, even if they would not have me. It is, afterall, an old Irish belief, that priests are blessed with the gift of second sight. Anyways, I love watching and reading all the ghost stuff still, even if it usually makes me laugh a lot more than it scares me. The ghost hunters that laugh at the ones that run and scream...I say they probably have never encountered a ghost, because that is the only natural instinct or reaction, unless, you actually knew the ghost in life. Usually they are scary. So scary that you scream at them and unintentionally,  scare them away. But, that's just what I think.

So, my first never recorded ghost story involves somebody from my past. I never want to talk about her, but I Loved her very much, she was very kind. Right after she passed, I saw her running past the house, the old, haunted house. She waved at me and said, "Tell Paul I can run now." I knew I was seeing her in my mind's eye, as if she was sending a messsage that she knew I could relay. I was not shocked or scared at all. It was a wyrd comfort, and I smiled. I told him what she had said. He warned me not to go repeating my nonsense or else I'd be committed; but, then, they insisted, against my belief, that I should too be present when they went over the funeral arrangements. I had to tell her daughter what I saw. This Lady had bad legs and could hardly walk let alone run. She was so comforted by what I told her, because, she said she had been obsessed with her Mother having on her tennis shoes for some reason, but didn't know why. I don't know if I can call this a ghost story, because, I saw her through my mind's eye, that is, knowing, in truth, that she really wasn't there, but, in retrospect, with the message, I think she really was. Another wyrd thing about her is that just before she died, she started calling me at odd hours out of nowhere about nothing at all really. I just add this as strange, because, she had never done this before.

On to modern times, as that all happened some years past. This house, I have not wanted to talk about it at all. I live here now, so it is hard to relate what has happened, but I think I have chased several ghosts away. I don't care. I'm only one girl, and I cannot tolerate being bossed around by All of these Italians. Sorry. But, I will say, that the man that built it, as well as his son, have made their presence known at times, but for the most part don't come around much since we have settled. But, some other wyrd things have happened too. I think some of it may be ghostly, but entirely unrelated, so I'll start there.

There are some Really Old houses surrounding this house, so I believe this strange stuff has to be somehow related to them, or, perhaps, some little cabin that was once around here. There were also a lot of Natives around this area, so who can tell? Anyways, this stuff started when we were painting the house, and part of the reason that I didn't even want to come here. First, lots and lots of noises. Sounds like somebody is totally ransacking some area upstairs. I say it's the squirrells and groundhogs and call it a day, but there's more to it than that. I am walking from the bathroom, through the den, which is just below ground level, and seems to hold some cave-like stench at times, when I feel a strange fizzle of electricity, smell that stench, and nearly walked through which I could only describe as a charred child. It was burnt black as cole, probably about four feet tall, I don't know, seven years old? I felt sick. I told Ron about it. He had seen it too. He said it was black, but who could tell, as it was burnt. I have never seen it again, but sometimes with that stench I wonder what it was. A victim of a fire or something?  Could even just be a demon, but I don't think so. I probably will never know, but to be honest, the house behind looks like a Colonial Governor's Mansion, so who knows what may have been here before. The house across the street must pre-date that one by a century.

I think I've seen the demons here too. That's what I think they are. They know it if I talk about them, but I don't care anymore. This time they looked like that old Predator movie, they were so camoflauged in their movement. I say they, but this was only one, I think, the size of a tall man. Might not have even been a demon, but I think it was. This was last year, I think, December.

Another strange thing happened here then. It is so bizarre that I never even wanted to talk about it, but it did happen, so. I actually told Chip Coffey about it, it intrigued me. I can tell You, I was scared at the time though, because I was in the bathroom by the den when a voice came out of the drain and said, "What are you doing?" I got so scared that I didn't move for over an hour, just sat there. I know I heard it. It was like three in the morning. After I heard that, I actually looked out to check the house next door, to see if any lights were on. There weren't. As if a voice could travel from next door up the bathroom drain, anyways! I thought, how ridiculous, but it gets stranger, because the very next night I watched that Mothman movie for the first time...Scared? Yeah! Scary! That Mothman talked to the one guy from the bathroom drain! So, I made my Death Tarot The Mothman after that.

But, it got, stranger, fast forward last summer now. I think this goes back further than the Natives, and I've hardly told anybody about it, as they will All think me mad. But, it happened, so I Really have to tell it. For future notice, so You know, I will freely discuss the ghosts, as I think they rather crave the attention, obviously, themselves...even the demons...I mention. But, I never discuss The Little People, as they hate it, and I Must leave it at that. Even whispers to family about them...no. And, don't consider my art stuffs some accurate portrayal... over-active imagination is all. But, not this:

I was walking Shiner around twilight when what I can only describe as a saber-toothed lion sort of beast jumped over the boulder next door and nearly knocked us both down. Shiner actually wrapped himself up around a pole, by his leash, so dizzied he was by this shocking thing. There I was, just staring at the dog, noting that he had seen it too! Well, it gets wyrder, but first, let me describe the thing to You. It was bigger than a pit-bull, but smaller than a cougar. It was somewhat transparent, and it soared off of the ground, so that you knew at first glance that it wasn't alive, but it had a tawny gleaming coat and rippling muscles. It's head was too large for it's body, much bigger than a pit-bull, and it had enormous sabered fangs. It's hind legs were huge and strong, more like a jack-rabbit, and it had long claws, probably two inches long. It's paws were big, way bigger than a big dog. The thing about it that was unforgettable were its huge flaming eyes, golden yellow, orange. I was pretty excited and shaken, so was Shiner. I didn't really want to tell anybody, but was thinking about some of the other odd things that had happened in the back yard, like berry bushes uprooted, vanished, overnight, as if they had never even been there, the ground, still firmly packed tight, untouched...Now, the huge mash downs and screams I hear I attribute to the deer, having fauns and all...Anyways, after I got back, as my parents were visiting for the weekend, my Mother was the one that brought it up, said they saw something wyrd in the car with glowing eyes, too big to be a deer. They tried to track it, but it seemed to disappear...She asked ME if I knew what it was! So, I told them. One other funny thing about this entire incident is that I had done some ink drawings for Oberon Zell-Ravenheart's A Wizard's Bestiary, so happened to have a copy and decided to look up Native American feline beasties. They did, indeed, talk of these cats. Really, I think what I saw was some ghost cat. I've seen and heard, experienced lots of ghosts cats before. Only this one was by far the Biggest. There were ghost cats in my houses in Sinking Spring and Oakland. Nearly every family member has now seen Lou too, the dead family cat. I think some evolutionary unknown cat lays buried somewhere here beneath the rock. I'm sure You think I'm crazy, but when some new unknown strain of saber-toothed cat turns up... Or, it could just be the demons.