Friday, December 31, 2010


I'm sorry, but my internet is experiencing "technical difficulties"....

(Or in other words).... COMCAST SCREWED IT UP!

They came to work on my neighbors' line, and ended up disconnecting MY internet!

And to make matters worse....(as they're so good at doing!) :/ they can't come to fix it until the 1st.

(Or so they say!)

I'm gonna have to call and double check that, because I find it hard to believe that they're working on a we'll see.

(Regardless, they better get it back on SOON, or they're gonna be Com-CASTRATED!) >:[

Anyway....The blog will be back up and running as soon as I am!

In the meantime, I'm "borrowing" wi-fi from Burger King, Holiday Inn, Motel 6...where ever I can find a hot spot. 

Can ya believe McDonalds CHARGES for wi-fi when you can go right across the street to Burger King and get it for FREE?!


But I was sayin'...

Y'all are super cool for stickin' with me through this, and I promise I'll be back with a terrific new blog just as soon as I'm back online!

I would do one now, but it's kind of hard to concentrate at Burger King! (Especially when the sun is shining through, directly on top of a very BALD man's head, and it's totally blinding me!)

See y'all again real soon ok?! ;)

Love, Queenie! :)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Welcome back to the playhouse!

I have more Christmas goodies for you!

That is, more true stories of ghosts, hauntings, and other paranormal phenomena on or around the Christmas holiday! Enjoy!

WHAT WOULD CHRISTMAS be without a few good ghost stories? Next to Halloween, thanks to Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol", it might be the holiday most associated with ghosts and the paranormal.

So it might be no surprise that every year, we can present stories from readers who have had ghostly encounters and other paranormal experiences on or around the holiday season.

Consider these true tales of truly haunted Christmases...


By Jim T. @

"These events occurred in Toronto, Ontario in December, 2009. I had just started seeing a new girl and she invited me over for dinner a few days before Christmas. It was my first time visiting her apartment, which she shared with a roommate who had already left to go home for the holidays.

After dinner, we went out to her covered porch for a smoke. As soon as I went into the room, I was drawn to a curious, faded portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait showed a woman in her late 20s or early 30s, and she seemed have a strange sentience in her stare.

I asked the girl about it, and she said it was a picture of her great-great-aunt, taken in 1907. She took the picture off the wall and showed me the date scrawled on the back of the frame.

Later, we were in her room watching television and I took a bathroom break. The bathroom was adjacent to her room, and it had old plumbing - her sink had dual faucets for hot and cold water. I washed my hands in cold water when I was finished. I am 100 percent certain of it, and I cannot explain what happened next.

After I rejoined the girl, we were talking when all of a sudden, the sound of running water rose from the adjacent bathroom. She looked at me and said, "You left the water running."

"No, I didn't," I told her. "I'm sure I turned if off." And I was. I washed my hands in cold water and I certainly wouldn't leave someone's bathroom without turning off the faucet.

When I got up to check the bathroom, sure enough, the water was running. Thinking I somehow must have left the water running, I went to turn off the cold water tap on the dual faucets... but it was already locked in place! It wasn't turned on!

The hot water was running. I didn't touch the hot water tap when I was in there not two minutes earlier. I am 100 percent certain of it.

Suddenly, I felt an extremely cold chill. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, but it's probably just because I got so suddenly spooked knowing some unseen force had turned the tap on.

The girl and I talked about it afterward, and it all came back to the strange picture of her great-great-aunt hanging in the covered porch. She said she had the picture since she was very young, and it had always transfixed her.

She said this wasn't the first time strange things like that had happened - the lights turned themselves on and off, and the television did, too - and that it always seemed to be triggered by a male presence in the house. I asked why. She said she'd see what she could find out about her great-great-aunt.

It turns out her great-great-aunt had committed suicide when her husband left her for another woman.

All I know is, that the hot water tap turned itself on!"


"There's a strange road I have to take to get back home. There are always weird shadows and other unexplained things that seem to enchant the roadway. One night, I believe whatever it is that haunts this stretch of pavement, may have followed me home...

I was driving home alone, my car filled with Christmas presents, when I began to get near the "haunted" area of road. As I made a right onto the road, a large, shadowy figure darted in front of my car.

 I slammed on the brakes and the truck behind me nearly crashed into me. Shaking, I gingerly placed my foot back on the pedal and continued down the road.

As I came to a bend in the road, it slowly began to climb and my headlights washed over a strange, shadowy creature crouched on the double-lines. It stared at me with orange-yellow eyes, and then it bolted to the right.

Again, I slammed on my brakes and ignored the annoyed honk behind me as I watched the creature, which looked like an enormous black dog, continue to stare at me as it ran across the road and up and over a high fence (that no normal dog could clear). Scared out of my mind, I hurried home.

Sunday night: I was watching TV in my family room with my daughter, who was curled up asleep on the opposite couch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw waves of energy (that's the only way to describe it) seem to generate over the floor. Just black waves.

 Then it felt like someone punched the right side of my skull so hard that I was seeing stars! My head throbbed and I fell to the floor, waking up my daughter.

Clearly alarmed, she asked what was wrong and I said that it felt like someone punched me, but we were the only two home!

Ever since then, I've been getting these horrible migraines and feel as if I'm hallucinating. I'd experimented with acid while in college and that's exactly how these hallucinations seem.

But I have no history of any kind of mental disease and I have never hallucinated in my life!

Has something from the "haunted road" followed me home?


"We have always assumed our home was haunted and have gotten used to it over the years. It is a historic house on old Hwy 100 west of St. Louis, Missouri. Last year something happened, though, that has us wondering what exactly it is, that haunts our house...

We were in the kitchen talking in the late afternoon after my husband came home from work. He was sitting so that he was looking into the living room and I was looking at him, as were my two children.

Suddenly, the color just drained from his face and he started sputtering and jabbering. When he could finally talk, he clearly he asked, "What is approximately twelve to fourteen inches tall and human shaped, but extremely skinny with big knobby knees?"

I didn't know how to even answer and turned to look, but didn't see anything. We bring it up now and then to discuss, but only among ourselves, as most people don't want to acknowledge such things.

One strange thing happened right before Christmas that has me wondering if it involves our little companion...

The kids and I were making cookies and were standing at the kitchen counter. I dropped one to the floor but felt a slight swish by my pant leg as it fell. I went ahead and emptied the tray, then bent down to pick up the fallen cookie.

No cookie anywhere. There was nowhere for it to go. I had the dog outside so she wouldn't be in the way. I was upset and sure there had to be an explanation!

I made the kids get down on the floor with me and we crawled around. There were no gaps between the cabinets and floor - nothing! I even checked my pants legs to see if it bounced up into them. My kids were wearing shorts and no shoes.

Was that slight swish I felt that little guy having a Christmas cookie? If it was, then he was way too fast for us to see him. But then why did my husband get to see him for just a second before he disappeared?

Am I glad that our house doesn't have ghost... but possibly something else? I don't know. It's all too crazy to wrap one's mind around. But I do swear that this is absolutely true."

Monday, December 27, 2010

Strange Santas & Haunted Holidays Part Two!

Telling Ghost Stories Is A Lost Tradition On Christmas Eve

By Jeffrey Peterson, For The Deseret News

"While reading a list of all the modern Christmas traditions that were either borrowed from pagan winter festivals or invented by the English during the mid-19th century, it's remarkable to see how little Christmas has changed over the past 160 years.

People still send Christmas cards, decorate evergreen trees, go door-to-door caroling and stuff stockings with candy. Christmas, at least as most Americans celebrate it, really is a product of Victorian England.

In the last few decades, though, perhaps one of the most interesting Victorian Christmas traditions has been almost completely lost from memory.

“Whenever five or six English-speaking people meet round a fire on Christmas Eve, they start telling each other ghost stories,” wrote British humorist Jerome K. Jerome as part of his introduction to an anthology of Christmas ghost stories titled “Told After Supper“ in 1891. “Nothing satisfies us on Christmas Eve but to hear each other tell authentic anecdotes about specters.”

The practice of gathering around the fire on Christmas Eve to tell ghost stories was as much a part of Christmas for the Victorian English as Santa Claus is for us.

Traces of this now-forgotten tradition occasionally appear in noticeable places at Christmastime, although their significance is generally overlooked.

One verse of Andy Williams’ classic Christmas song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” for instance, clearly says, “There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.”

The most obvious example of how Victorian ghost stories have persisted to some degree in modern Christmas celebrations, however, is of course Charles Dickens’ own “ghostly little story” (as he calls it in the introduction) “A Christmas Carol.”

Some argue that Dickens’ Christmas ghost story single-handedly saved the winter holiday from dying out during the Industrial Revolution. At a time when England was no longer celebrating Christmas, Dickens reintroduced many centuries-old traditions with his instant holiday classic.

Marley's Ghost confronts Scrooge in 1938's version of "A Christmas Carol."

It has become so much a part of Christmas in its various film adaptations and theatrical versions that people don't even wonder why Dickens chose, of all things, four spectral visitors to bring about Ebenezer Scrooge’s transformation from miserly curmudgeon to selfless philanthropist.

Isn’t there something inherently unseasonal about ghosts? Don’t ghosts belong with all the ghouls and goblins of Halloween?

Not so for Victorian England!"

To finish reading this article, you can click the link below:

(From Christmas)

Have you had a haunted Christmas when you have had an experience with ghosts or poltergeists? Or have you had a genuine sighting of what you believe to be the real Santa Claus?

Below are some reader-submitted stories from people who have!

Christmas Eve Phone Call
"In June of 2002 my brother died. We were extremely close. He lived in the Midwest...I live on the West Coast. Every Christmas eve ..after his family opened gifts they would call to wish me a Merry Christmas. Christmas Eve of 2002, I returned home from shopping and noticed that there was a message on the answering machine. When I listened, there was much static. Within the static however, you could hear my brother's voice saying "Merry Christmas" and then inserted my nickname that no one else knew. Without saying a word, I had the rest of the family listen to the message. Every one of them said "It sounds like Uncle Pat wishing you Merry Christmas!" There is no doubt in my mind that it was him....however that could have happened?! I haven't heard anything since, but it was THE BEST GIFT EVER!"

Santa At The Bedroom Door

It was 1961 on Christmas Eve. We were living in Boardman, Ohio. My bedroom was at the end of the house. I went to sleep on Christmas Eve.

I don't know what time it was, but I know it was very late when I suddenly woke up. I was staring at my bedroom door, which was catty-corner from my bed.

The door slowly opened, and I squinted my eyes shut just a bit because I didn't want my mother or father to catch me up in the middle of the night. There was a nightlight in the hallway and one behind the dresser in my room, so there was some light.

I was so astonished, however, at who opened the bedroom door. I found myself looking at a man dressed in a red suit. He had white trim around his waist, like fur, a long white beard, and was wearing a Santa hat. He had red pants and black boots. If I close my eyes, I can still see Santa standing in my door, it made such an impression on me.

He stood there and looked at me for a few seconds, then closed the door. I pulled the blankets over my head for a while - I was so scared! Finally, I looked out, but no one was there.

 The next day, I asked my mother if she or my father had been out of bed the previous night. My mother said no; in fact, my sister was only four months old, and my mother said she had slept through the night for the first time, and neither of my parents had gotten up, they were tired and they both slept.

So I don't know who or what looked in my bedroom that night. I told my mother I saw Santa, and she got really mad at me and told me that I did not. But I know what I saw... it was Santa Claus. And I swear this story did happen! I know I wasn't dreaming!"

He sees you when you're sleeping...

He knows when you're awake...

Air Traffic Santa
"I grew up in a suburb of Memphis, TN. In the 80s, I was 8 or 9 years old. My parents and I were coming home from a Christmas party on Christmas Eve.

When we pulled up in the driveway we saw Santa Claus in a sleigh hovering above our house. All you could hear were sleigh bells. The sleigh was illuminated so that we could see Santa (in full outfit) in the sleigh!

I remember seeing reindeer but I don’t know how many there were. Santa waved at us and flew off in the sleigh. I’ll never forget it and I’ll never forget my Dad’s face of total shock. He was a air traffic controller and when he went back to work after the holidays he asked about it and nothing came up.

Another bizarre twist, last year (2009) on Black Friday, I was waiting in line at a local Target store and broke out into conversation with another lady in line.

We were talking about Christmas shopping and all of a sudden out of nowhere, she mentioned that her brother had seen Santa Claus in his sleigh 2 years before.

I stood with my mouth wide open because I couldn’t believe it.

I have never told this story to anyone other than family members because I have feared people would make fun of me, but I know I’m not alone! Every Christmas Eve, I still think about him and look outside to try to get a glimpse."

Evil Santa

"I'm 34 now, but I still remember this vividly, like it happened just then. I was 10 years old, and it was a stormy night on Christmas Eve.

I was lying in bed, unafraid of the storm raging outside because I'd never really been subjected to any horrifying material at that young age. But suddenly, as lighting flashed, a dark figure was lit up in the sky, and it looked a lot like a chariot driven by many horned horses.

This stirred up my old belief in Santa Claus, but naturally I dismissed it because I'd found my parents writing on the presents from "Santa" two years earlier. Suddenly, another bolt of lighting ripped across the sky and the figure was gone.

I relaxed and was about to close my eyes when suddenly another bolt of lighting flashed accompanied by booming thunder. I sat upright, and looked around the room.

There, in the corner on my chair, was a fat figure. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and growled, "Hello, sonny. You've been a NAUGHTY boy." I remember he said the word "naughty" in a ferocious tone, and it scared the hell out of me.

He stood up and he was suddenly illuminated by my desk light. He was fat, with a bushy white beard and red rosy cheeks and a red nose plus the jolly red suit, but his eyes were bloodshot and he had CLAWED hands and CLAWED feet sticking out of torn boots.

I was about to scream, but he jumped on me and pushed me against the wall. He was too strong, and I couldn't struggle free, but somehow, I managed to pry my face from his gruesome hands, and I managed a loud scream for a couple of seconds.

The "Santa" grabbed my throat and squeezed, and just as I was blacking out, my parents came running in. I just saw them burst through the door as I went out cold.

The next morning, my parents told me I had been screaming and I was pressed against the wall for absolutely no reason, but my neck was bruised and I had scratch marks on my chest.

 I went to have it checked out, but we never found the cause.

 I never saw the Evil Santa again, but that sure as hell made me question whether or not he really exists, and whether he is good or evil.

He's coming to town!

Ho Ho Ho...
When Ya Gotta Go...Ya Gotta Go!

"I heard this story from my husband years ago. He was small, probably around six. His family was spending Xmas at the old family homestead. He was in bed when he heard a noise outside and ran to the window to see what it was; what should he see, but a fat, white bearded man walking through the swirling snow towards the house. He crept downstairs to get a good look at Santa. How disappointed he was when he discovered it was only his grandfather in his red “union suit” on his way back from the outhouse!" ;)

Ok kids...that's it for now, but thanks so much for visiting my blog today! I know it's after Christmas, but it was always a tradition before my mother passed away, to celebrate Christmas right up til the first of the year, and now I'm keeping that tradition going myself. Thanks for joining me! :)



Sunday, December 26, 2010

Merry (Or Scary?!) Christmas....Tales of Strange Santas & Haunting Holidays!

Hello & thank you for visiting the playhouse!

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas!

And to keep "in the spirit" of things, I've posted a few stories that I thought appropriate for the occasion...Some are still scary, but with a holiday theme. I hope you enjoy them! :)

Ever since Charles Dickens published A Christmas Carol in 1843, ghosts have been part of the Christmas tradition – a different kind of Christmas spirit, so to speak.

Many people, besides Ebenezer Scrooge, have encountered ghosts at the Christmas season. Some of those spirits, like the eerie Ghost of Christmas Future, are dark and foreboding, while others, like angels, seem to embody the joy and hopefulness of the holiday.

Light a yuletide candle and consider these true stories...

Mother's Christmas Present
"My mother, to whom I was very close, passed away in 1964 when I was 17 years old. I left home that year and moved to Ontario from Nova Scotia.
In 1969, I met a girl whom I will call Karen and we got married in March of 1970. In December of 1971 we were expecting our first child. We were living in a small 1-1/2 bedroom bungalow. There was a fireplace in the living room. My wife and I loved the fireplace and we had it lit every night.
It was Christmas Eve, 1971, and we had just finished putting the gifts under the tree and a nice fire gave off a beautiful glow. On the tree, one string of lights, which was supposed to flash, had stopped several days before.
It was five minutes to midnight when the fireplace suddenly just about went out, and the string of lights started to flash – and the other lights stopped flashing! My wife and I were sitting on the floor and it had become very chilly in the room.
I looked over to my Lazyboy chair... and a figure was sitting there – my mother with a big beautiful smile on her face! My wife, who had never met my mother, said she could see the same thing. This "ghost" never spoke, but just kept looking at me and my wife and smiling.
At 12 midnight, the fire in the fireplace started up again and the lights on the tree stopped flashing and the others started flashing again. I looked over in the chair and the ghost was gone.

No matter what I did to those Christmas lights, they never flashed again."

Father Christmas Ghost

"I am Magda and now I am 14 years old. When I was seven, I was in Poland with my family (that being where I come from!) I couldn't sleep that night because it was Christmas Eve and like many other children, I was too excited to fall asleep. My mind was going crazy!

But after midnight passing by, I decided to get into bed and close my eyes. I tried sleeping, which would not work. So, I just ended up tossing and turning to find a comfortable position.

In my bedroom, there was a large wardrobe (which belonged to my cousins. We were staying at theirs!) I happened to look at it and found myself staring at it for a couple of seconds...

 I began to see what vividly looked like Father Christmas!

He had a white, long beard and a red jacket. I stared at it, eyes wide-open for what seemed like ages, but was in fact only probably a few seconds.

I couldn't move, I could hardly breathe properly!

At that time, my dad came into my room to say good night to me, and he could see my scared face. I pointed up to the wardrobe (I could still see Father Christmas) but my dad just looked at me as if I had gone mad. In the end, I burst into tears and ran out of the room into the kitchen.

My family heard me and came running after me. I explained what had happened and they told me that I just got a little too excited about Christmas.

I know that's not true and that I really did see him. What I can't figure out, is why?!

Was it really Father Christmas or was it an evil spirit trying to get through to me by pretending to be him?"

MawMaw's Last Christmas

"My ex-husband and I spent the night with my MawMaw on Christmas 1997...

I was "bigger than a house" pregnant and was munching on some left over Christmas dinner. We all were sitting in the dark while watching a movie.

I was feeling fine and my baby was kicking about. I moved closer to my MawMaw so she could feel the baby move. I sat beside her for the remainder of that movie.

She had a Christmas tree sitting in front of the window that was decorated with ornaments that she had whenever my mom, aunt and uncles were babies and some ornaments that my PawPaw liked a lot. They were looking their age, but still gave a nice shimmer when the Christmas lights would blink near them.

I felt a little funny. I thought it was a pregnancy thing. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to see what it was.

On the tree, there was this large, gold ornament, which belonged to my PawPaw. It was spinning very fast around and around as if someone had wound it up and let it go. I found this utterly fascinating because the rest of the ornaments sat still. The tree did not move and nothing was disturbed.

I tapped my MawMaw on the shoulder and pointed to the tree. She looked surprised for a moment and a great peace washed over her. She said aloud, "Alvin (that was my PawPaw's name), I love you too. And Merry Christmas." Then her touch lamp came on, blinked twice and went off again.

Two months later, she passed away. For the rest of my life, I will always think that he was there letting her know he was waiting on her to go with her to Heaven. I never felt like he moved into the light until she joined him."

Christmas Phone Call from Heaven
"My mother passed away three years ago. We were very close and I miss her daily...

Last Christmas evening, I went to bed and woke up to the phone ringing.

I answered it and a voice that was very familiar to me said, "Hello there." It was my mother's voice!

The line had a static noise and it started to cut in and out. I said, "This can't be you, mom. You're dead!"

She said, "Oh, come on now!"

She sounded a bit agitated, and then we were cut off.

My 16-year-old daughter was sleeping in the next room and also heard the phone ring that night.

I know it was my mother's voice: she has a Norwegian accent and it was her!"

Santa Sightings!

Over the years, many children and adults have reported sightings of the real Santa Claus - not department store Santas or bell-ringing Salvation Army charity collectors, but the real thing!

They even claim seeing the sleigh and reindeer in some cases. Are these illusions seen through the eyes of Christmas excitement and expectation?

Or are these cases of genuine Christmas magic?

Below, readers report on what they believe are genuine sightings of the real Santa Claus...

Several Strange Santa Sightings

"It was Christmas Eve of 2002 in New York City. We invited some friends and relatives over for dinner, sort of like a Christmas Eve celebration...

 After that, I decided to go to my room to watch some television, but there was nothing good to watch. I then found myself pacing back and forth in the hallway. My house is big, so there was no one with me. Everyone was in the living room watching a movie I wasn't interested in.

About seven minutes into my pacing, I saw a tall, fat figure scurry away about 20 feet away from me. It was crouched down, too. It was even wearing some sort of Santa Claus suit. I didn't believe in Santa, but this just freaked me out. There was a strange man in my house!

I quickly ran to where my parents were and told them all about it. They grinned at me and said jokingly, "Maybe it was Santa Claus." I didn't believe that, so I just sat down in the living room with my family and everybody else.

Then it occurred again on Christmas Eve, 2004. I remember it more vividly than the last one. I was lying on the couch in the living room. My parents were in the kitchen having a conversation about a business blog or something.

Suddenly, I saw a huge man, about seven or eight feet tall, crawl underneath the tree and just vanish. Before it disappeared, it looked at me and said, "Shh." Very strange, so I went into the kitchen and sat with my parents.

Smaller happenings occurred the following Christmases. I recall one in 2007, it was daylight this time and I just happened to see another tall figure with a Santa hat trudge by me for two seconds, then it was gone.

This really happened!"

"I had an experience when I was three years old and still young enough to wear footed pajamas. The year was maybe 1969, Christmas Eve...

I wanted to see what Santa had brought me, so I quietly walked down the hallway and looked around the corner to our living room.

I saw my parents and someone I didn't know around our Christmas tree. The stranger was an old guy with a white beard and hair with a red suit. I quickly went back to my room as fast as I could with footed pajamas and slid into bed.

I told my mom what happened many years later, and she insisted that I was dreaming or that it was my dad.


That wasn't possible, because my dad was sitting in a chair behind the stranger and my mom was standing right next to my dad!

I'm African American, and during that time the tenants in our building were all African American, so Santa really stood out!"

(Kinda like Rudolph stood out amongst all the other Reindeer I guess!;)

"I was about 7 and I was looking outside my second-story window, just waiting to see him. I saw something approaching in the distance: it was a huge sleigh and it was flying right over my house!

I don't remember seeing any reindeer, but I did see a man dressed in red with a beard. I was so startled, but I kept looking, even sticking my head and half my body outside of the window!

I told my family, but I knew they really didn't believe me.

I swear on my life to this day that I saw something.

I don't know if it was really Santa Claus, but I did see what I described!"


"I was five years old, and I was in my room when I heard shuffling in the living room. I got up and peered around the doorway, where I saw a man in a Santa suit standing in front of the Christmas tree...

He must have felt my presence because he turned around and looked at me. He didn't look jolly or kind and happy like you would expect Santa Claus to look. He looked kind of eerie, like he was staring into my soul.

Automatically, I ran into my parents' room and hid under the covers. I don't know why I was so scared at the time, but I wrote it off as a dream for a while before I forgot about it completely.

Years later, I remembered it.

I thought it could have been a burglar, but when I asked my parents, nothing was ever missing from that apartment. The only time we were ever robbed was when we moved later on.

The only explanation I have now, is that it was some kind of creepy apparition."

"He sees you when you're sleeping"....
"He KNOWS when you're awake!"...

"He KNOWS if you've been BAD or GOOD"....
"So BE GOOD for goodness sake!"

(And by "good" I mean be good enough to come back & read my next blog!)

Coming Soon!

Come on...

Source: Sightings

Monday, December 20, 2010

What Time Is It? Time For More Mysterious Time Slip Tales!

A Blip in Reality

In 1991, Glenn was a university student in Nova Scotia. What began as an ordinary bus trip back to his home town to visit his parents turned into a confusing distortion of time and space...

“I sat at the back of the bus and there was nobody around me,” says Glenn, “but there was a family sitting behind the driver in the front.

The bus ride was uneventful until we came close to my parents’ home town... 

I was looking out the window and looked at the Michelin tire factory as we went by it, going uphill. 

When the bus reached the top of the hill, I got a strange feeling, and for some unknown reason, I started to imagine many people on the bus laughing at me! 

“Right then, there was a blip in reality and the bus was suddenly about a mile back on the highway!

I then had the experience of watching the bus drive by the tire factory again! 

This kind of scared me, and I noticed that the family sitting in the front, who were talking loudly before, were now dead quiet. 

“I approached the bus driver when we stopped and told him what I thought happened. 

He looked really nervous and he said something like, ‘Things like that happen.”


Just take this account from a man in Chile, in 1977...

Putre, Chile, 1977 - At 3:50 a.m. on April 24, during army training exercises, a guard saw two fuzzy violet lights descending from the mountain and heading their way. 

At 4:15 a.m., Corporal Armando Valdez set out into the dark to investigate them. He returned 15 minutes later, but from the opposite direction in which he set out. 

He seemed to be in a kind of trance, muttering, "You do not know who we are or where we come from." 

Inexplicably, the corporal had several days growth of beard, and his watch had stopped at 4:15 - but showed a date of April 30! 

Or how about this one, in Maine:

Oxford, Maine, 1975 - At 3 a.m. on October 27, David Stephens, 21, and an 18-year-old friend were in a wooded area when they heard a strange sound. 

They got in their car to go investigate, and the vehicle was soon enveloped in a colored glow. There was a blink in reality and the two instantly found themselves about a mile away with the car pointing in the opposite direction. 

They subsequently suffered various physical abnormalities, including severe disorientation.

Or how about this England!

Somerset, England, 1974 - On July 28, Peter Williamson was having a barbecue in his backyard garden, which was interrupted by a heavy electrical storm. 

His dog, spooked by the threatening atmosphere, cowered under a tree. Peter went to rescue the animal. 

There was a bright flash - and Peter vanished into thin air!?! 

Police were called and a thorough investigation and search were conducted, without success.

At 8 a.m., three days later, Peter was found in some nearby bushes with one foot in a pond - as if he had just appeared there out of nowhere!

Things like this happen all over the world.
Even in Brazil...

Linhares, Brazil, 1981 - On April 20, Jorge Ramos, who was a representative for a chemical company, left his home at 6 p.m. to travel a few miles to a meeting. He never arrived. 

His Volkswagon was found on a side road a few miles from his home; the key was still in the ignition and all his business and personal effects were in the car. 

Police investigations could not account for what happened to Jorge or where he was. 

Five days later, his wife received a frantic call from Jorge. He said that while driving his car he was covered in a strange white glow after which he found himself in a dreamy, floating state. 

He came to standing by an unfamiliar road and sought help. To his shock, he discovered that the date was now April 25 - and he was 600 miles from home!

Is there any hard evidence for these bizarre occurrences?

An incident happened in Florida, which may have been captured on videotape:

In 1996 at 11:16 p.m., surveillance cameras were routinely monitoring and taping the area around a small factory.

The videotape reveals what happened: 

As a worker approached one of the gates, a fuzzy white glow appeared and covered the area where the man was standing. 

There was brief electrical interference to the cameras, but when they cleared, the man had disappeared. 

One hour and 50 minutes later, the cameras recorded his sudden reappearance. 

He was on all fours, violently ill and suffered a two-hour gap in his memory.

Drive Through Time

Another instance of time slippage that took place in 1969 is claimed by a man only identified as L.C.

In October of that year, L.C. and an associate were driving along Highway 167 when they passed what would be considered to be an antique car in mint condition. Oddly, however, the car's license plate was dated 1940. And that was just the beginning... 

As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C. noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing. 

The windows of her car were rolled up, a fact which puzzled L.C. because, though the temperature was nippy, it was quite pleasant and a light sweater was sufficient to keep you comfortable. 

As they pulled up next to the car, their study turned to alarm as their attention was riveted to the animated expressions of fear and panic on the woman's face.

Driving alongside of her at a near crawl, they could see her frantically looking back and forth as if lost or in need of help. 

She appeared on the verge of tears. L.C. called out to her and asked if she needed help. To this she nodded 'yes,' all the while with a very puzzled look at their vehicle.

After L.C. motioned to the young woman to pull off to the side of the road, L.C. and his friend drove ahead of the old car and pulled off themselves. 

They got out and looked back for the car... and it had simply vanished!

This episode was supposedly witnessed by another driver who was behind both cars. 

Time slippage? 

A ghost car?

Or just a little too much gin on the road trip? 

If true, this story is one more for the time-travel folder of the unexplained!

What can be concluded then from these anecdotal tales? Did these people actually travel, albeit briefly, into the past to glimpse scenes that once were? 

Or were they caught up in a form of haunting where, like an old movie, they saw a scene that had somehow been implanted in a location and allowed to "play back" again for those sensitive enough to pick up the lingering impressions?

Perhaps there is a natural phenomenon that under the right conditions and location can produce briefly a doorway to another time and place. 

Even though this may sound outrageous, this natural "time machine" could show that modern concepts and perceptions of time need to be seriously reconsidered. 

It may be that the past and even the future might be closer then thought with current scientific theories. 

With the right frame of mind and the right natural conditions, the barriers of time and space that have traditionally kept mankind locked into place may finally be broken, allowing the mysteries of the world and the universe to be finally revealed.

See ya next "time!" 

Sources: ""
"On The Edge Of Time" by Tim Swartz

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Weird World Of Time Slips...

Time Slips

On The Edge Of Time...

We are used to time progressing in a linear fashion, one event leading to another. Strangely, it doesn’t always work like that.
Consider the experience of Eula White in rural Alabama when she was a young girl in the 1920s...
“In those days,” Eula says, “rural Alabama was still kind of backward. Little electricity, and horses and wagons the only transportation for many farm folk.
I remember it was a bright summer day...
Early that morning, the other women and I had gathered on the front porch of the Hawkins' farmhouse to shell quite a few bushels of peas and beans.
“About mid-afternoon we were still on the porch shelling peas.
We looked up and saw Mr. Hawkins approaching the house.
Thrown across the saddle in front of him, was a large white, cloth sack of flour, and cradled in his left arm was a brown bag of other groceries.
We watched as he rode up to the gate, and he stopped there, waiting for someone to open it.
One of the boys ran to the gate and opened it.
Then, in full view of all of us women and children, Mr. Hawkins vanished!
He just disappeared, instantly!
“We sat there for a second or so, just astonished.
Then, terrified, we began screaming!
After a few minutes, we calmed down, but were still shaking and confused.
We just didn't know what to do!?!?!
So after a while, we went back to shelling peas.
Mrs. Hawkins made one the boys close the gate.
“About a half hour later, we looked up and again, saw Mr. Hawkins riding toward the house with that same white sack of flour across the saddle in front of him, and that same brown bag of groceries in his left hand.

Again, he rode up to the gate without a sound and stopped.

None of us had the nerve to open the gate.

We were all just too afraid to move!

We just sat there staring at him, waiting to see what would happen next.

Finally, to our relief, Mr. Hawkins spoke:

 "Well, is someone going to open the gate for me?"

You see...Mr. Hawkins got there before he arrived!”

A similar replay of time happened to Ryan Bratton at the age of eight...
It was an otherwise ordinary day for him and his friend as they were sitting in his yard while other kids rode their bikes up and down a driveway.
“A car came down the road and stopped at a house,” Ryan remembers. “A kid got out and ran inside making noises that kids around his age make. Then a girl rode her bike down the driveway.
“A couple of minutes after this happened, the SAME car went down the road, stopped at the house, and the SAME kid got out of the car and ran inside screaming the EXACT things he had been saying. Then the girl went down the hill on her bike AGAIN.

I looked over to my friend and he said he had no idea what had just happened.”

In 1997, Lyn lived in a small outback town that was built in 1947 and had changed little since that time.

"I was driving toward the main intersection of the town, when suddenly I felt a change in the air. It wasn't the classic colder feeling, but a change, like a shift in atmosphere. The air felt denser somehow.

 As I slowed at the intersection, I seemed to be suddenly transported back in time to approximately 1950. The road was dirt, the trees were gone and coming toward me to cross the intersection was an old black car, something like a Vanguard or old FJ Holden.

As the car passed through the intersection the driver was looking back at me in total astonishment before he accelerated. From what I could see he was dressed in similar 1950s fashion, complete with hat.

"This whole episode lasted perhaps 20 seconds and was repeated at least 5 times during my time there, always at the exact spot. I tried to make out the registration plate number but the car was covered in dust."

Lyn wondered if there is someone out there still living who remembers seeing a strange sight at the intersection back in the 50s...of a weird car with a bug-eyed woman at the wheel.

"Time Slip & The Watermelon Men"

By Brandie @ "Your True Tales"

"One afternoon, I was coming home from work. As I was coming over a hill, I noticed several men in a field on the left. They were sitting around eating watermelons out of the field. About 20 or so melons were busted up and scattered over the ground.

As I approached them, the men all looked toward my car. One man looked me right in the eye and started running right in my path. I was going pretty fast and when I noticed that this man was going to run right in front of me, I slammed on brakes as hard as I could. The man kept going and I missed hitting him by less than a foot!

I was so angry that the man would pull a stunt like this, I turned and looked at him. He was on my passenger side just at the rear of my car at this time. I flipped him off while expressing my anger pretty loud. My windows were down and I could hear all of his friends laughing at me. Then I noticed that they were all dressed funny – like clothing from the 1920s with hats on and some had scarves tied around their necks.

I drove on home, (which took about two minutes) and went in and told my dad what happened. He said he would go down there and say something to them. He was pretty angry, too.

My dad was gone about five or six minutes, and when he came back, he told me that I had better quit making stuff up, and to be more careful driving.


He told me there were no men there and he could see my tire marks where I slammed on brakes. He thought I made the story up, to keep from getting in trouble about my tire marks.


I told him he must have looked at the wrong place and that I would go back with him and show him. This was less that 15 minutes after I had first went by.

When we got there, the men were gone and all of the watermelons were intact. We got out and looked. There were no footprints in the field at all and there should have been, because the ground was all muddy!

 That is the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me!"

The most amazing experiences of slips in time, perhaps, are those in which people actually see, hear and even interact with other people and things that seem to have been in another space and time...
John was a six-year-old in Stoke-on-Trent, England when his brush with the past occurred. He was on his way to school with his friend when they stopped to watch some builders working on some new houses.
 As they approached the site, they noticed an old cottage nearby. An old lady came out and offered John and his friend some lemonade, and they went into her house.
After leaving the cottage, they continued on to school, only to discover that it was almost 4 o'clock and school was just closing! They had left home at 1:30 p.m. on a journey that should have taken about 20 minutes!
The next day, John and his friend took the same route to school, but to their amazement there was no sign of any cottage or the old lady they had seen the previous day!
The only explanation seems to be that John and his friend experienced some sort of time slip in which for a few hours, they were transported back to an earlier time when indeed a cottage – and its occupant – did exist on that land.

To hear actress Daryl Hannah's Time Slip experience, click the link below:

(Episode 19-Part 1)

See ya next "TIME" kiddies! ;)


Sunday, December 5, 2010

Even Wes Craven Has Seen The "Hat Man-Shadow Dude"!!

Hello and welcome to today's blog!

If you've been following my blogs, then you know I am most intriqued by this "Hat Man" that so many people have reportedly seen...

Every day, I hear more & more about this guy...but for some reason, I never get any closer to the truth! :(

Though I'm sure the truth is out there, it is very elusive!

There are many theories, but no one quite knows for sure, who (or what) this guy is...or why he's here!?!

But he is here...

In fact, he's been here a very long time.

And by the looks of things...he aint goin' no where!

Except maybe back to your bedroom night after night...

To watch you while you sleep...

But why?!?!
What does he want?!?
Does he have a purpose?
Or is he merely an observer from another dimension?

(From Unexplained

"Shadow people are pretty well-known, supernatural entities that seem to be a wide spread phenomenon."

Many cultures from around the world have always claimed to having seen shadowy beings lurking around.
One variation of this type of entity is "The Hat Man."
This type of entity is mostly featureless, although they /he/it clearly have masculine forms and wear old fashioned hats. 
It’s also been suggested that this strange entity is somewhat of an inspiration for Freddy Krueger!
Wes Craven has talked about an experience he once had when he was a young boy, in which he saw a scary looking man walking down the street wearing a bowler hat...
The man had scars all over his face and looked up at Craven through the window and gave off a sense of foreboding.
While this could have just been an ordinary guy and not a shadowy person or demon, it was still a creepy experience. 
People who reportedly come across a hat man usually claim to feel a frightening feeling, as if they are being threatened.  
While some ghosts don’t seem aware of the presence of the living, it seems that shadow people do.
Witnesses claim that, despite not seeing his face, they have a sense that the hat man is staring right at them.
Furthermore, it would seem that this entity’s sole purpose in visiting people is to make them as uncomfortable and frightened as possible. 
They normally don’t try to communicate, except for the fact they are emitting bad vibes. 
Their mere presence alone is enough to make someone feel extremely uncomfortable and even threatened.
Still, there’s no evidence to suggest that something very bad happens after someone sees the hat man. 
The “ghost” or “demon”, whatever it may be, usually goes away after a few moments and nothing bad ever seems to happen afterwards. 
So, are shadow people really malevolent? 
Is the hat man really a threat to anyone?
It seems that this phenomenon provides more questions than answers. 
Most people who witness hat men claim that they’re solid and definitely an outline of a male body. 
The outline of the hat is also distinct and solid. 
It’s only natural to assume that they’re real enough to be more than just the witness’s imagination. 
One theory, is that they could be physical manifestations of one’s own psyche...
That they are somehow created subconsciously, after an individual experiences some problems in life.
Whatever the case may be, anyone who ever witnesses a hat man will undoubtedly feel creeped out by him!
Whether he’s an actual entity, or a psychic manifestation of someone’s subconscious...

He definitely gives off negative vibes and a sense of foreboding to anyone around!"

(Photo inverted--see the smaller shadow person beside him?!)


What is the Hat Man?

This has been a question that I have asked myself for the last nearly two decades.

Ever since the time I saw the dark shadow man with a long cape and a wide brimmed hat standing in the dark doorway of my great-grandmother’s hallway...

 I have wondered in the back of my mind, as to what he (or it) could be?

Is he a ghost?

Is he a demon?

Is he some kind of interdimensional being?

Is he an alien?

Is he Satan himself?

Since that time, I had not given a lot of thought as to what I had seen that night.

I simply relegated it to being a figment of my imagination—a curious dream as I laid there in bed drifting in and out of sleep.

This was what I believed, and this is what I told others...until the day I learned that my story was not the only one out there...

In 2007, I was listening one evening to a radio program and on the show there was someone talking about a phenomenon known as the “shadow people”.

They described these shadow beings as being like shadows, only darker.

They stated that they would often appear in people’s rooms at night and just stand there—staring at them while the person being stared at would feel a sense of fear and dread.

They noted how the shadow beings were all similar in appearance—some would be large and some would be small, some had what appeared to be reddish eyes and some were just faceless.

They even mentioned that some shadow beings appeared in other forms, like cats and spiders and indiscriminate, shapeless dark blobs on the ceiling, etc.

None of these descriptions really struck a nerve with me or even reminded me about my own experience, until the person mentioned a phenomenon that she said was very strange...

A particular shadow being that seemed to show up all over the world.

As she went on to describe this being, I felt chills go down my spine as the hair on my arms stood straight up.

I immediately remembered my experience and worse yet—relived the sense of dread and fear.

She mentioned that the being that shows up most often, is that of a dark shadowy figure of a man with what looks like a long cape and large wide brimmed hat.

She descriptively called the being: "The Hat Man".

At that moment, I knew I was faced with a new reality—a fork in the road, if you will.

In order for me to cope with what had happened to me, I had to find some way to make sense of all this.

The first thing I did in my research, was scour the internet for as much information as I could find on this “Hat Man.”

I was shocked by at least a couple of things:

One being, the fact that there was not that much out there about the Hat Man-meaning nobody knew what he (or it) was.

And two, the sheer number of people who have had this exact same experience (there are literally thousands!)

Since there was nothing out there that adequately addressed the issue at hand, I decided to take it upon myself to begin a research project on this phenomenon.

My research into Shadow People and the Hat Man in general, began in late 2007.

Immediately as I began my research, I knew that there needed to be a place for people to share their stories.

A central location where encounters and eye witness accounts of the Hat Man could be catalogued, researched, and analyzed.

So in early 2008, I launched The Hat Man Project, an online medium through which people could connect and share their stories of the Hat Man experience.

After reading over hundreds of stories and speaking with numerous individuals about the Hat Man, I have begun to draw some preliminary conclusions as to what The Hat Man is, and what his purpose is in observing those he appears to.

To read more, click the link below:

See ya next time, as we delve deeper in to the dark & mysterious world of The Hat Man, here at Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse! 

Bye Bye! :)