14th 2008f October, 2008
Yesterday me and my best friend Amihan were shopping at the Mall for hats ( I love those old lady styled hats with fruit and birds on the brim…the one I was wearing that day had little cats dancing around the edges ) when she asked me if I had heard the story about the E-Mail Soul eater and I was very sorry to have to say I had not heard that one.
” Well,” Amihan ” tells me- “the E-Mail Soul Eater is this demon who sits in this Library and sends out this picture and if you don’t pass her picture around she’ll come out of your computer and kill you.”
” Yeah but why…”
” She doesn’t have a Soul, so she eats them to stay alive.”
” Oh she does, does she?”
Amihan opens up her purse and takes out a couple of pieces of paper and I see that one is a copy of the e-mail and the other is the picture and I say to her:
” You have got to be kidding me.”
” No, it’s true. I mean I think it is.”
“Listen Amihan- Demons are old world. They do things the old fashioned way, that’s in their nature -they are hands on and in your face. Please Amihan, e-mails?”
” What the Hell kind of stupid story is that? ” I ask and then I took the picture from Amihan and folded it up in a neat little square and I put it in my back pocket.
” I know, I know, I took the e-mail and the picture and if I don’t pass it along the E-Mail Soul Eater will come and get me. Well I hope she does. “
Amihan is near tears and she says, ” Why did you do that? “
” Hey Amihan, don’t worry about it. “
Amihan does look worried so I shrug and say as I pull my hat down over the little horns on my forehead ” Don’t worry about her, Soul Eater, Soul Thief, whatever- all I know is I don’t need the competition.”
:::to read about the real “E-Mail Soul Eater” go HERE:::
3rd 2008f November, 2008
You know that I’ve share a bit on this blog about some of the weird sounds and feelings I get in my church building. Well, tonight, I was opening up the parish hall for a group to meet. One of the other church volunteers came in and said she had been here for a while but she was too afraid to use her key to come into the hall. I asked her why. She said that when she is in the building alone, she has the feeling that someone is about to walk down the stairs from upstairs and enter the room. I’ve never told her about my feelings of the same “presence” and how I don’t like being alone in the building at night. Somehow I feel “validated”……
28th 2008f October, 2008
by a.m. moscoso
There’s a lot of things I like about Halloween-
first of all
nobody thinks it’s weird that I have a skeleton in my living room- sitting in a chair- by my phone-I bought him from Bucky’s Boneyard, I named him Edgar
(click the pic to got to Bucky’s Site)
I also love the bite sized candy snacks because I’m not happy with sitting down and eating a boring old candy bar- I like them best with wrappers decorated with bats and ghosts and zombies stamped on them.
Most of all I like anything dealing with Zombies because they are the dumbest monsters to ever be dreamed up and I take a certain weird pleasure in biting their candy heads off.
You know, before I do a little trephination.
But most of all I enjoy Halloween because of the movies-
the vendors put them all out there, old ones, new ones, whatever, which is good because they’re all good-in their weird way.
These are the best of the Strange and Weird-
And my personal favorites.
The legend of La Llorona – a Medea-like myth that has haunted the Americas for more than 500 years. Now this supernatural spirit hunts again. Over the course of one ominous day this anguished soul terrorizes New York City escalating her appetite for vengeance. A young mother comes under her spell and collides with two detectives a witch/curandera – and the many who suffer this horrifying vengeance. Evocative and suspenseful haunting and disturbing this supernatural thriller brings to life the chilling legend proving there is no rest for a mother who murders her child and that La Llorona is real
dvd and review from:::
Now this film is one of my favorite Sci-Fi Horror films of all time I only watch it once a year so as to not ruin the experience for myself-
I knew it as 5 Million Years To Earth, but it’s listed at IMDB as
I like this review, it’s from IMDB.
If you click the pic it’ll take you to the Amazon page where you can order a copy.
Workers excavating at an underground station in London uncover the skeletal remains of ancient apes with large skulls. Further digging reveals what is at first believed to be an unexploded German bomb from World War II. Missile expert Colonel Breen is brought in to investigate, accompanied by Professor Bernard Quartermass. When the interior of the “missile” is exposed, a dead locust-like creature that resembles the devil is found. It is determined by Quartermass that these “locusts” are evil Martians who altered the brains of our simian ancestors to eventually lay claim to the Earth. When Quartermass’s suspicion that the missile can reactivate the dormant evil in humans is confirmed, all hell breaks loose.
Written by Rick Gregory
click the pic it’ll take you to the Amazon page where you can order a copy.
And it wouldn’t be Halloween without
Arsenic and Old Lace.
I mean the story is about two sweet old ladies who are cold blooded killers
and they bury their victims in their basement
They also love to bake and celebrate Halloween.
What is there NOT to love about a story like this one?
See…it’s not just about the candy.
It’s about the Monsters too…
more on that later.
Home of Hammer Films
If you click the pic it’ll take you to the Amazon page where you can order a copy.
28th 2008f October, 2008
Our sons have all worked in food service, mostly for the same local people. Occasionally, this has included some contract work for other local businesses. One year, they did the food at a local dinner theater, associated with the Wyoming Territorial Park, where the old Territorial Prison is. The dinner theater is housed in a renovated barn near the main building, and was used when the site was part of the University stock farm. To my knowledge, the barn has no connection with the prison from when it was actually a prison.
The Territorial Prison has its own ghost who appears only rarely, and since there were no executions at the prison and it didn’t have many deaths, there is no real reason for it to be a hotbed of ghostly activity. The barn that houses the theater has even less reason to be haunted, unless there are ghostly travellers going through, attached somehow to the Interstate highway that runs nearby. The highway has seen more than its share of fatal accidents.
Of course, the barn did house an interesting collection for a number of years. For a while, it held the U.S. Marshal’s Museum. This display included equipment actually used by the Marshal’s service, and items they confiscated from criminals in the performance of their duties. These items, used in violence, might have had something attached to them and might be the source of an experience one of our sons had, late one night.
One of our boys (whom I shall not name because he’d be annoyed with me) was the last person there one night, and was cleaning up and washing the dishes left from the dinner theater. It was quite late at night, and except for him, the building was empty. He came into a room, looked up, and standing there was a man, dressed in black. Or rather, it was part of a man. Part of him wasn’t there.
Our poor son was more than startled; he was terrified. He left the dishes, the cleaning, and the building then and there. He did call his boss and tell him what happened, and either the boss or my son called another of my sons who, grumbling, went out and finished the dishes. This other son was quite derisive in the classic manner of brothers, and considered the whole thing an excess of imagination on his brother’s part.
The son this happened to swore that it was real; it was a while before he would agree to work there after dark alone. These days, if you ask him, he’ll say that no, he doesn’t believe in ghosts. But if you sneak up on the topic and he’s in the right mood, he’ll talk about the experience in a manner that suggests that he really does believe it happened – and it wasn’t his imagination working overtime!
-She Wolf © 2008
27th 2008f October, 2008
My husband Pat and I had been married about six years, and since our family was growing we needed a larger place to live. We found an older house which we could rent that was just right – it was still small, two bedrooms and a yard for the kids to play in, but just right for us. The larger bedroom was at the back of the house, and we put the boys in there, since the room would double as their playroom. Pat and I took the smaller bedroom at the front, which also had a door that opened into the front entry hall directly across from the front door. I blocked that off with furniture since I didn’t want anyone coming into the bedroom by accident.
Pat was working as a reporter for the local newspaper at the time. He worked a 3 pm to midnight shift. We lived about five blocks from the newspaper building, so unless he decided to go out with the guys after work, he could walk home within just a few minutes, and he was usually home shortly after midnight.
I tried to stay awake until he got home, and would usually lie in bed and read until I heard him come in. Since the front door was just on the other side of the blocked off door in the bedroom, I could clearly hear when he got home.
Occasionally, I would hear Pat come home a little bit early. This was always welcome, except…
Except that sometimes he wasn’t there.
It would sound exactly like his footsteps walking on the wooden porch, coming in the front door, closing it, and opening the door to the front room. I would call out, but there would be no answer, and no further noises of him walking through the house. I wasn’t asleep, just reading and involved in my book; I don’t recall it ever happening when I waited up in the front room, only when I was in the bedroom.
And strangely, I don’t recall being particularly alarmed by it, after the first time. It just happened, and it only happened a few times. I did mention it to Pat who still remembers it too, but he never experienced it, even after he left the newspaper and took a regular eight to five job with the university. It only happened very late at night, when the children were asleep and I was waiting, alone, in the bedroom. Besides this, the house always had a comfortable feel about it, so perhaps that was why it didn’t scare me. I don’t think I ever even thought the word “ghost” in connection with it at the time. (Perhaps this was self-preservation so that I wouldn’t be frightened all alone late at night!) But I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
We only lived in that house five years before we outgrew it, too, and moved again, leaving the late-night homecoming behind.
-She Wolf (c)2008
26th 2008f October, 2008
I have an orb picture. This picture was taken in the main ballroom of the Queen Mary. The ship has a history of haunting, particularly in the ballroom. This orb, circled in red, seems to glow with its own light. This orb seems to be attracted to harp music.
L. Gloyd (c) 2006, 2008
25th 2008f October, 2008
I live in a ‘Retirement Community’, in other
words, the median age is about 70 years old.
So needless to say, the life expectancy of
tenants isn’t the same as it would be in
a ‘college complex’ or ‘family
The amenities include a pool, Jacuzzi,
small private gym, computer room,
library, and a dining hall for get
-togethers and the ubiquitous
Bingo game once a week.
Being the age that they are, the tenants
rarelyuse the pool on the evening or
the night. That is when we young folks
can laze in the pool or Jacuzzi and visit
in almost complete privacy, except for
the regular walk-throughs by on-site
I tell you this everyday minutiae so you
understand how a pool for about 400
people can be empty at 8 p.m. or so.
Not too long ago, my brother Matt,
his ex-wife Doreen, and I went down
to the pool area and availed ourselves
of both the Jacuzzi and pool. Being
the only ones there we sat in
companionable silence in the Jacuzzi.
I try to take my cameras everywhere
I go, because you never know when a
picture will be there.
I took some night shots of the
landscaping, Jacuzzi, and pool
before we returned to the house
and showered prior to sleeping
like a trio of logs.
When I downloaded the pictures
and went through them, I wasn’t
terribly surprised at some of the
shots being too dark, but one of the
photos held a startling scene:
I counted no less than 10 orbs
floating over the pool in this shot!
I am sure that were I to listen at
night when the wind is right, I could
hear voices chatting and laughter
between people that are no
21st 2008f October, 2008
Remember the X rating on movies?
I used to gaze longingly at those posters, boldly emblazoned with the letter X, depictng vampires, creepy old houses and creatures from just about everywhere.
That X was my worst nightmare. It was only ever stuck on the movies I wanted to see.
“We’re going to see The Blob,” my father would say. “You can go and watch Pinnochio.” He’d press the ticket money into my hand and then he and my mother would flaunt their adulthood by passing the door marked by an X.
I couldn’t think of anything cooler than being allowed to see The Blob. Older kids just pass the magic age of 16 would tell me in superior tones how creepy and scarey it was.
“Scarier than the Creature from the Black Lagoon?”
“Oh, MUCH scarier than that. Too scary for a little kid like you.”
But I loved vampires and creatures from outer space and huge gorillas who ran off with nubile earth women.
“What’s King Kong going to DO with her?” My father wanted to know. “Stick her in a cage and feed her mice?”
“Hush, not in front of the child,” my mother would scold.
I really wanted to see The Blob. I sat through Pinnochio in a sulky silence, thinking of the screams and moans of the terrified audience in the cinema next door.
“As soon as I am 16,” I promised myself, “I am going to see an X rated movie.”
And I did. On TV. The Blob.
Maybe it lost something on the small screen. Maybe I lost something growing up. But I did discover why my dad, a Marx Brothers and Daffy Duck fan from way back, loved X rated horror movies.
I never laughed so much in my life. It was even funnier than the plastic pink full color version that I saw later, also on TV.
I still love those old X rated movies. The Creature from the Black Lagoon? Hilarious. Bride of Frankenstein? Better than Jerry Seinfeld. Better than Jerry Springer, even.
Pass the popcorn. It’s time for the late night horror show. Bela Lugosi. Cool.
20th 2008f October, 2008
16th 2008f October, 2008
by a.m. moscoso
” That daughter of yours- she’s a quiet one, isn’t she? ” The 6th Grade teacher at Old Creek Elementary School said to Mr. and Mrs. Erbin at the last Parent- Teacher Conference” I don’t think I’ve heard her say more then four words in the entire time she’s been a student here. “
Mr and Mrs. Erbin looked at each other and before Mr. Erbin could open his mouth to reply Mrs. Erbin snapped, ” And whose side of the family do you think that problem came from? “
” Like I was the one responsible for wiring her brain.” Mr. Erbin pushed his face staight into his Wife’s face and they glared at each other.
” Really Mr. Erbin- nobody in this room had the sole responsibility for-” Mrs. Snodgrass wasn’t sure if she was repeating what she heard correctly so she said with a little hesitation ” for wiring Cynbel’s brain.”
Mrs. Erbin shrugged and looked up at the ceiling and smirked, and that one little gesture seemed to push Mr. Erbin straight into Angersville Population 1 where he became the Mayor upon arrival.
” We both had a hand in our daughters development Mrs. Snodgrass. We studied and observed, we took classes and tests we asked questions and attended more lectures until we were positive, confident that we could raise a healthy, intellectually superior child. And do you know what we have here?”
Mrs. Snodgrass was too polite to say what they had here.
” Cynbel eats bugs, she only takes a breath once every six hours and one of her eyes is permmantly shut. I’m sure that you’re aware she won’t the touch the food on her plate unless it’s moving. Do you know what it’s like to have to sit next to your child and jiggle her plate so she’ll eat? “
” Go ahead and tell her who came up with that nifty little idea.” Mrs Erbin muttered.
” It worked, didn’t it? “
Mrs Snodgrass looked at both of the Erbin’s and shook her head- just a little.” Mr Erbin…we have the means to help your daughter -“
Mr. Erbin shouted, ” Our daughter is beyond help Mrs. Snodgrass because our daughter is like a science experiment gone horribly wrong. You must be able to see that.”
Mrs Erbin looked liked she was going to pick something up and hit her husband with it.” Anybody with eyes in their head can see that you insensitive fool. Go ahead and tell her whose project it was. “
inspired by the Soul Food Cafe Writing Prompt