Shadow Creatures and the Tuurnagait in the Woods...(Part Two)

Continued from part one:
http://queeniescrib.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadow-creatures-and-tuurnagait-in.html

"Apparently between the years of 1939 – 1946, 41 children in that area had been reported as missing or lost with no trace. That is an average of over ten kids a year.

I would pray to God every night to keep them away, some nights it worked, and others it wouldn’t.

I was very sincere and very scared having to go into my bedroom after sunset. There were times when I could not sleep at all, and other times when, (nobody ever knew this) I would cry myself to sleep wishing they would just leave.

I always knew when they came because I could feel them in the room with me and outside my window watching me. The piles of rocks would appear near the house for years to come and I would see them out of the corner of my eye.

I never in my life wanted my little sister to go through that, so I never, ever brought it up or said anything about it to her. I would come to find out years later that she too knew of these shadow people who lived in the woods and had the same dreams and similar experiences as I did but never said anything to anyone.

When we talked about it years later, she burst into tears, telling me that she thought she was the only one and that she thought she might have been going crazy.

A year later on my 15th birthday, I was having a party at the house and it was an outdoor cook-off with some of the people from town and a few friends from my dad’s company were over. One of them was an old Native American Indian we called Long John.

 He told us kids not to wander off too far into the woods and stay close or the giant witch will get us.

 I FROZE DEAD IN MY TRACKS after hearing that!

I asked him to repeat what he just said, and sure enough, I had heard correctly.

It was an old Inuit legend that a giant witch who lived in the woods would come and steal children away from their parents when they wandered too far.

She would heat up rocks and put the children on the rocks and cook them up for supper!

I could not believe what I was hearing, this was the first time I had ever heard this story, and it knocked the wind out of me, because it was so close to my own experiences.

The Giant Witch was an Atanarjuat, but an evil one, and Indian sorcerers often use disembodied spirits for their own bidding to carry out their deeds. They are also, according to the legend, able to possess people.

I started carrying a protective charm that was made for me by one of the elder shaman that made me appear in my astral form as a tall and strong hunter to the shadow people and the witch, so that they would leave me alone.

It may have been a trick of psychology, but whenever I carried that talisman with me (which was a leather bag stuffed with herbs and bark, a bottle cap and an eagle feather tied together) I never was bothered long by these creatures. I simply had to point at them and they would scatter and not return. I still have that same charm over 60 years later.

My message is that if anyone ever claims to have seen these creatures, I would think twice about discounting them.

I write my story because only recently, have I been made aware that others have seen them too.

I am not any more psychic than any of you, but I have seen some very strange things in my life that I cannot account for, other than to believe in the supernatural.

There may be more to this life than any of us could ever know."

Written by Ty Chase, Copyright 2009

Shadow Creatures and the Tuurnagait in the Woods...(Part One)

"As a 77 year old man, I have lived an extraordinary life and have seen many things, but none of things that ever happened to me was as terrifying or horrific as when I spent my first summer as a 14 year old boy in the pacific northwest on a camping trip. The memory of that time still terrorizes me to this day when I think of it. I want to share my story with all of you...

It was 1946, just one year after WW 2. My father moved the family (my mother, younger sister and me) from Chicago to Washington State.

My father was offered and accepted a job in the logging industry, and after the war, we all packed up everything we owned and headed out on the road together. As I recall, it took us about a week.

I was excited and nervous about the move we were making.

Little did I know at that time, just how nervous I should have been...

My father had bought an old three bedroom timber framed house for us off of an old dirt road about a half mile to our nearest neighbor. We were surrounded by the tall pine and fir trees that are common to the area.

 I never initially put much thought into it, but I had begun to notice as the weeks passed, strange figures looming around the house at night. They appeared to be in the form of shadow people, which I would watch from my bedroom window after the lantern went out.

At first, I was not very afraid of them, just more curious. This would turn out to be a mistake.

The shadowy figures did not move as the rest of the shadows did under the moonlight...they moved differently and with a purpose.

They always appeared regardless of if it was windy or not. I cannot explain exactly how I knew they were different, but they definitely were. They resembled people and walked through the forest in steps around the house.

One day, I was looking for evidence of their trespass. I never found any footprints, but I would occasionally find stones that were stacked up into small piles around my window.

At first, I discounted them, thinking it was my sister. I confronted her and she denied it. She has always been very honest and sincere and I believed her when she said she didn’t do it. Her and I had a special bond, she looked up to me and would never lie to me.

At nine years old, I know also that she would not have been able to move a few of the larger rocks into place.

My Father was always working and never really at home, when he was, he liked to read his paper and listen to his radio programs. My mother would not indulge herself in such trivialities as going into the woods and making piles of rocks, she was too busy keeping house.

I would walk down to the mailbox to collect our mail, about a half mile away, often. I would get the worst feeling that I was being followed and watched.

The further away from the house I got, the more intense the feeling.

Sometimes I would run as fast as I could down that dirt road to get the mail and get back as fast as I could. It was about a 20 minute walk to the mailbox and a 20 minute walk back. I had managed to cut my time down to 25 minutes there and back and became a good runner because of it.

Even though I could never actually see them during the day, I knew they were following me when I would wander too far away. I always felt that I could be taken at any time.

 I would regularly take down the piles of rocks, and within a few nights, they would re-appear, often in different places. And as I said, there never was a sign of human activity. I did not know what to do about the strange rock formations and the shadow people I saw. Every time I would ask about it, I was told to stop being stupid.

One night, they came really close to my window, I remember because it was a hot summer night and the frogs were unusually loud that evening. It was about 9 or 10 o’ clock at night, the sun had set not long before; we were tucked into bed… (My bed time was 8 o’ clock). I heard a terrible thump on the wall facing the outside near my window.

I jumped out of bed, ran over to the window and saw it. It was a black shadowy thing with a head and arms and a torso with no legs that whipped its head around and looked up at me. I swear to this, that thing was real and it was there.

I was so terrified I froze for a moment.

Then I ran to the closet in the den and grabbed dads Remington rifle, loaded it as fast I could and got to the door. I was so scared to open it that my fingers were shaking. But I closed my eyes and managed to do it.

I turned the latch and the wooden door creaked open to the night.

I took a very cautious and nervous step out onto the porch and turned right, where my bedroom window was, to look at the thing.

 IT WAS STILL THERE!

I did not know what to do, or what it was, I was never so frightened in all my life. I raised the rifle and fired off a round into it.

I quickly reloaded the bolt action rifle and got off another two shots before the rest of the shells from my pajama front pocket spilled out onto the wooden deck. The thing did not react to the bullets being fired through it, instead it just menaced at me floating there by my bedroom window.

It was not long before my dad came running out to the porch, the thing had whipped away so fast in less than a second that by the time my dad was there, it was gone.

He took the rifle from me, picked up a few shells reloaded it and pushed me behind him. He stood between me and the dark woods where this thing had come from and asked if it was a wolf.

I bit my lip and, lied. Yes, it was a wolf.  "Did you get it?" he asked. "I’m sorry, I don’t think so" I said, feeling bad for telling a fib to my father.

A few weeks passed. I had begun having night terrors and would have a recurring dream that a giant witch lady was coming to pick me up and scoop me into a basket and take me away. She cooked people on rocks and ate them.

I understand how ridiculous this sounds, but it was a chilling and grisly dream that I had often.

She was a witch who lived in the woods and would use the souls of her former victims to gather up more children. As a 14 year old in those days, I was considered a young man and not really a kid as such, but someone had forgot to tell the witch that.

I got to a point in my life that I needed to know what was happening. I certainly couldn’t talk to anyone about it, especially in those days. So I started investigating.

What I found in the public records and newspaper archives scared the hell out of me even more"...

Continued in part two...link below:
http://queeniescrib.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadow-creatures-and-tuurnagait-in_14.html

HAUNTED ROCKERS...(Part Three)

There are many tales of haunted rocking chairs on the internet. Some people won't even be in the same room with a rocker, because of things that have happened in their past with these mysterious pieces of furniture, such as the tale in the video below...

And here's another haunted rocker tale, from Jo White, of "ghosttoghost.com"...

"When my father was 12 or 13 years old, he lived with his family in an old house in Nocatee....

With this house, came a strange rocking chair made of solid oak. Every night at midnight the chair would start rocking by itself - as if someone was sitting in it.

One day my grandmother decided the chair had to go - and put it in a shed behind the house. As was her custom, she padlocked the door.    She kept the key in her pocket at all times as there were other items in the shed she did not want to children to get hold of.

The next morning, the kids went to school and Granny and Grandpa went to work in the fields. When my father  and his siblings returned home from school they found the old rocker in the living room in the exact spot it had always occupied!
             
When Granny got home, the children ran to her and asked why she had brought that spooky old chair back into the house. Granny replied that she had not and thought the children were playing a joke on her.

As she went into the living room, she gasped in surprise when she saw the chair sitting in the same spot Granny tried putting the chair back into the shed several times and every time it would find its way back into the house while everyone was away.

Not more than a week after her last attempt, the house burned to the ground. The only thing left standing was the old rocker!"

Or how bout this one?

"I  was maybe 7-10 years old, when around christmas, I had spent the night at my aunt Lori's house to be with my cousins...

 I was sleeping on one couch, and my cousin Emily on another. My aunt lori's rocking chair was at the head of the couch I was sleeping on (my cousin was across the living room).

I had fallen asleep and awoke to the sound of the chair clunking (it made very loud noises when it was rocked in). I turned my head around to see who was rocking in the chair, but no one was there!

I got off the couch and touched the part where your butt would be, it was cold and I was so scared. I then said to who ever was rocking in the chair "please stop you are scaring me..." it wouldn't stop.

I went to go wake up my aunt Lori, she had came out of the room and the chair stopped. She said "Nothings wrong Rachel, go back to bed..." As soon as her door had closed, the chair began to rock again.

At this point I was terrified! I thought that if it was a nice ghost or my Grandma Helen, they would have stopped.

I woke my cousin Emily up to go in the next room and she didn't even seem to notice the chair was even rocking. When we get into her room and closed the door, the chair began to rock harder and harder... almost violent rocking.

I don't know how I went to sleep that night!

That's the most scared I've ever been my entire life!

 I'm now 16, and it bothers me to this day. I've always wanted to find out who was rocking in that chair that night!"

That's all for now kids, but remember, the next time you go shopping for furniture...you may want to by-pass the rockers! ;)

~Queenie~

THE HAUNTED ROCKING CHAIR...(Part Two)

I was alone, and terrified!

"My husband was at a meeting and I had him paged. Wow, this was a bad idea! He was so mad, he screamed for hours. We had the biggest argument, and I told him I was not spending another night alone!

My husband's boss had a little girl, around 10 years old and she would come over almost every weekend to play with my daughter.

She had been visiting the entire time I was pregnant, and toward the end of my pregnancy, my husband asked her if she wanted to come spend the night because he had a pharmacy meeting and did not know how late he would be.

He told her it would be good company for me, and she could play with my daughter. Well she came and she fell asleep on the couch and I went to bed around 11:00 p.m.

My husband returned home around 12:00 p.m. and found the little girl sitting up on the couch shaking.

She started howling that she wanted to go home, she wanted to go home!  He called his boss and brought her home and she would never say what had happened.

The next morning, I went to visit her mother to see what had happened...

Her mother said that her daughter said she saw the rocker rocking very hard and she got very scared. Her mother also said she was probably dreaming, being away from home and all. I agreed with her, because, as I said earlier, my husband refused to let me tell anyone about what I had seen.

By this time, I was laid up again and on total bed rest. I had different people come and stay with me during the day, but sometimes at night, when he was late and no one else was home, I could hear the rocker rocking in the living room from my bedroom.

I was beside myself, but my husband would not believe me and told me to stop driving myself crazy with this nonsense.

I became sicker and sicker, not only from the pregnancy, but I started to believe I was going mad. I cried constantly and nothing would console me. I was totally petrified and the rocking only intensified. During this pregnancy it was much worse.

The trailer would become ice cold, to the point that I was freezing and it was in the summer time.

My mother came about a week before my son was born and stayed a month. While she was there, the rocker did not rock.

After my son's birth, I was laid up due to problems from the pregnancy. I had to have surgery approximately 5 months after his birth and I had constant nurses & friends to help take care of me, when he was not there.

Also at this time, we were building a home and two weeks after my surgery, I was able to be on my own. I never saw the rocker rock again.

We moved into our 4 bedroom home, bought new furniture and we put the rocker in the spare bedroom. I would only go in there to dust and vacuum once a month.

I became pregnant with my third child, and by this time, I had come to believe that maybe I was just seeing things. After all, pregnancy can cause weird things in women?

NO! That was not the answer!

During my 8 month of pregnancy, my two children were sleeping in their room and it was late. I was walking to my bedroom and it started to get really cold down the hallway, next to the spare bedroom.

I stopped by the spare bedroom door... and I heard the rocker squeaking. Then...I heard a woman's voice, very softly singing!

I froze!!!

When I could finally move again, I backed down the hallway and ran and got my two kids...then I ran to the garage. I backed the car out of the garage and parked in the driveway. Then I locked the doors until my husband came home.

When he finally got home, he said once and for all, that he had had enough! This had to stop!

I told him the only way to make it stop, was to get rid of it!

(note from Queenie: That thing woulda done BEEN gone if it was in MY dang house!)  :/

A few days later, he called me from work and said he was donating the rocker to the Jaycees to be used at Wal-Mart for Santa Claus to sit in, to take pictures with the children, and that two Jaycees were coming to get the rocker.

The two Jaycees arrived, and I showed them where the rocker was. It took both of them to lift the rocker into the bed of their truck. They thanked me and my husband for the donation, and said it would be put to good use. I never told them a word about what I had been through during my pregnancies with my three children. They left my house.

The rest of this story is not by me, but by both Jaycees as to what they witnessed that afternoon:

They were driving down the Loreauville highway, approximately 30 - 35 miles per hour. The passenger saw something out the corner of his eye and turned toward the bed of the truck.

He said the rocker was floating in mid-air about three feet up from the bed of the truck!

He screamed at the driver and the driver looked in the rear view mirror and they said the rocker lifted even higher and higher and fell onto the highway, breaking into pieces.

They pulled off the side of the road and could not believe their eyes. They had numerous other witnesses in cars that were behind them who had seen the entire thing.

They told me it took them a good half an hour after they picked up the pieces and all the witnesses left to continue on.

They arrived at the pharmacy where my husband was working and explained what had happened.

My husband was floored, he could not believe it!

Not only did the two Jaycees tell him what had happened, but several other people who had seen it from other vehicles. My husband then told them to contact me and I would tell them everything that had happened.

Both Jaycees returned to my home that afternoon. When I answered the door, they were still terrified. They told me what had happened and they wanted to know what had occurred over all these years. I proceeded to tell them all the facts of what had occurred.

A few weeks later we were at my mother-in-laws for the weekend and I told her that we had donated the rocker to the Jaycees for Christmas so that Santa could take pictures with the kids sitting in their laps.

Before I could tell her that the rocker had fallen out of the truck, she looked up at me and had the biggest smile on her face.

She said "You know Aunt Rose would be pleased to hear that if she were alive...She rocked all 7 of her children in that rocking chair, and all 12 of her grandchildren...In fact, they found Aunt Rose dead in that rocking chair one morning, she had passed away in her sleep."

My husband looked at me and I looked at him.

I was finally a little relieved, somewhat, to know that this thing that had scared me half out of my mind, was not someone who wanted to hurt me, all she wanted to do was rock babies.

We never told my mother-in-law what had transpired over the years and I never told anyone, until three years ago, one of the Jaycees contacted me after 33 years, wanting to get my story to put in the upcoming Halloween section of the Daily Iberian, In New Iberia, La.

He told me he had never forgotten that afternoon and never will!

I was divorced from my husband and had been for many years, so I gave them permission to write my story, but not his name.

Well the story you have read was on Sunday's front page news three years ago, and filled the entire front page.

We had all the witnesses who had observed what had happened, sign a release saying that everything they had witnessed was true."

Thanks for visiting the playhouse! And I must say, you're off your rocker if you don't stay tuned for more haunted rocking chair tales!

THE HAUNTED ROCKING CHAIR...(Part One)

"Hello, my name is Deborah Soileau and I live in South Louisiana. I am currently 55 years old and my story started 35 years ago...

 My husband was going to pre med school in Baton Rouge, La and I was the only one working. We lived in a small apartment and the only furniture we had was donated by our family.

My mother-in-law gave us an old rocker, which needed covering and the wood needed sanding and re-staining. My husband and I recovered the rocker in a black material and re-sanded the arms and legs. The rocker was very old and very heavy.

My husband then transferred to Monroe, La to attend Pharmacy School. There I got a job at a local bank. During the last year of his schooling I became pregnant with our first child and after 7 months of pregnancy my doctor took me off work and partial bed rest.

 My husband then had to get a part time job and he would attend school all day and work from 3:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m or later at the school cafeteria, which left me home by myself every night except for weekends.

Around my 8 month of pregnancy I was laying on the sleeper couch in the living room watching television. We had purchased a very small mobile home when we moved to Monroe. I had the living room/kitchen light on. All of a sudden the rocker starting rocking, at first a very slow rock, then a litter bit slower, then a little bit faster...

I sat up unable to move, just staring and saying; "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

I stood up and slowly backed out of the mobile home and went to my neighbor's trailer. (We lived in a large trailer park and we were friends with a lot of people who lived there.)

My next door neighbor's lights were on and her husband worked nights. I told her I could not sleep and I was not feeling well, and wanted to stay at her place until my husband got home. I was too embarassed to tell her what I had just witnessed.

When my husband came home, I told him I was too scared to go back in the house. He just laughed at me and said I was just seeing things and that I had probably fallen asleep.

I assured him this was not the case and he said it was probably the air conditioning vent on the floor making the chair rock. I said, "Well if that's the case, how come I just now noticed it, when I am always home?" He then moved the rocker totally away from the vent.

Days and nights passed, and many nights, the same thing would happen. It only occurred at night between 8:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m. and only when I was alone. I started making every excuse I could to visit neighbors. My husband was really starting to get worried about me and said it had to do with my pregnancy and being put on bed rest. He did not want me to tell anyone about what I was seeing.

The time finally came and I had my child, a little girl in December of 1974. My mother came to stay with me for the first month and the rocker completely stopped rocking.

My husband graduated within this time frame and I went back home with my mother, while he packed up the trailer and found a mover to move the trailer to New Iberia, La. where he had found a pharmacy job.

We moved into another trailer park and I returned home after about 1 week. He was working days and would get off at 6:00 p.m. I did not see the rocker rock for a long time.

Time passed and when my daughter was two, I was pregnant again, with my second child. I was probably close to 8 months at the time, and had put the rocking chair incident out of my mind.

Until one night, when it started all over again"....

(Continued in Part Two)

The Closet Monster...(Final Chapter)

 Creepy Crying In The Room Of Doom!

 I Wonder...Did The Closet Cause It?

"I grew up in an old house in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...

It was a three-story home built around 1880, about 15 years after the American Civil War ended. A lot of unexplainable things have happened to me while I lived there, but nothing was enough to make me want to move out.

I always believed this house was haunted. I've experienced: hearing footsteps ascending the stairs, stopping in front on my bedroom door; something unseen pulling on my hair; seeing a cat in the house when I didn't own a cat; doorknobs jiggling on their own; both of my front windows shattering for no reason at the same time; seeing a two-foot dark figure run across the floor and vanish behind a recliner; and having a blanket yanked off of me while I was sleeping.

These things I shrugged off as either seeing or feeling things that weren't there.  With some of them, I was satisfied with my own explanations, like maybe a variance in temperature could have broken the windows... or the blanket could have slid off me through the course of sleeping, and I may have mistaken it for being yanked off of me, etc.

But there are two stories that stick out in my mind as being the creepiest...

Ever since I can remember, I've always heard noises in one of the closets in my room. Not just random noises, but particularly loud banging. Sometimes it would even wake me up. Because of that, I never used that closet for anything but storage.

Occasionally, I'd get up and open the closet door in an effort to put my mind at ease, in hopes of finding the cause, but I never did find out. The only thing I could compare it to would be that it sounds like someone was inside the closet and banging on the door to get out.

Eventually, I resorted to not using the closet at all and I reversed the door knob. The knob only had a lock on one side and I put the lock on the inside of the closet, and then I locked it. The only way the closet could be opened was either with a screwdriver from the outside, or it can be unlocked normally from the inside.

One night during the summer of 1984, I went to bed as normal, but when I woke up the following morning, I noticed my bedroom door was open. I thought it was peculiar because I always lock my bedroom door, plus it was summertime and I had the air conditioner running.

While I was trying to convince myself that I accidentally left the bedroom door open, I noticed that the closet door was wide open. My jaw hit the floor! There was no way that anyone could've unlocked the closet door because it was locked from the inside. I could only conclude that something was in the closet, unlocked the door, opened it and walked around my bed while I was sleeping, and opened the bedroom door and left the room.

Ever since then, the noises in that closet have ceased, and I put a desk in front of it.

In the summer of 1999, I moved into my parents' house because I had two surgeries and needed help doing things until I recovered. My parents are the kind of people that were always arguing. There was a lot of negative energy in that house and it was the main reason I had moved out several years prior.

During this time, my parents were discussing getting a divorce, which I believed would probably be in the best interest for both of them. It was obvious they had grown to hate each other.

I'm a night owl, and every night around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., I would hear my parents argue about various topics, and would usually end up with one of them getting up to sleep in the spare bedroom. 
This spare bedroom had a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball which was put there by my brother during one of his temper tantrums and had never been repaired. The hole went completely through the wall, from the hallway into the bedroom.

One night, I heard them arguing and realized I needed to use the bathroom. I decided to wait until the argument was over. After everything had settled down, I went to the bathroom. While I was in there, I heard crying. Actually, it was more like sobbing or weeping, with some whimpering and moaning. It sounded kind of creepy really, almost painful. I finished my business and left the bathroom.

As I walked down the hallway in complete darkness (because the hallway light was broken) I had to pass by the spare bedroom, so I paused for a few moments at the hole in the wall, and I heard the crying coming from inside the room. I continued on, and went to bed and didn't think much else about it.

The next day, I went downstairs for breakfast and asked my mom who stayed in the spare bedroom last night. She said no one had, and asked why. I told her I heard someone in the spare bedroom crying and said it was neither of them. The discussion went on for a few more minutes and she insisted it wasn't them. It was at that moment, when the chills went down my back, and I was having flashbacks of the scary experiences I had in the house when I was younger.

About two weeks later, I went downstairs in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. While in there, I once again heard the crying. Every hair on my arms and legs stood straight up. Now I was really scared. I finished my business and was somewhat relieved that the door was shut, but at the same time, I was terrified to leave the bathroom to go back to my bedroom because I knew I had to walk by the hole in the wall.

It took me about 30 minutes to muster up the courage to come out of the bathroom. The whole time, the crying was persistent. I ran down the hallway in partial darkness, ducked below the hole in the wall, and ran up the flight of stairs to my bedroom, the whole time feeling like something was behind me, and slammed my door shut and locked it.
 
I asked my mother about it again the next morning, and again, she said no one stayed in the room. I suppose it's kind of silly of me to have acted that way, but if any of you had seen, heard or felt some of things that I've experienced in that house in my youth, you may have reacted the same way.

I now live on the other side of the country with a family of my own, and have absolutely no odd occurrences. But my family still owns the house, and one day after my parents pass, I will own the house. 

Though I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with it!"


Ok kids...that's it for today.


I hope you've enjoyed the Closet Monster blogs, and if you have any closet tales of your own to share, I would be thrilled to post them here!


 Thanks for stoppin' by! :)


And until we meet again...

Remember to keep those closet doors 

~Queenie~

The Closet Monster...(Part Three)

 Ok, so as I was sayin' in part one... 

I had my own "closet monster" as a child, and it tormented me for nearly a year, before we finally moved out of that dreadful house.
To this day, I still don't know what was actually in that mysterious closet, and it's very doubtful that I ever will. (And I probably don't even wanna know!)


An interesting fact about it though...

Just a few months ago, (while working as a pizza delivery driver) curiosity got the best of me as I was driving down the street the old house still sits on. And while I know "curiosity killed the cat"...something just compelled me to stop and take a look inside my old bedroom... just one more time. 

After all, I was a big girl now, and the house was vacant...what could it hurt right?

 My legs were like jello as I crept through the tall grass, and up to the window that used to be my own...

As I peered through the dirty glass, I almost expected something horrible to jump up and scare the pee outta me! 

Fortunately, no monsters appeared, but I did notice something very interesting...

THE CLOSET HAD VANISHED!

I was very confused at first, and I had to do a double-take to make sure that I did indeed have the right house...but I soon felt silly, because there's no way I could mistake this house for any other!
Then I realized, someone had gone to all the trouble to completely cover the closet with sheet rock...Like it was never there!

Hmmm...I wonder why the former tenants had not wanted a closet in that bedroom?

Perhaps, it was because the closet contained...

A CLOSET MONSTER!

(That would be my guess anyway!;)

  And now for another closet monster story, from the paranormal files...Enjoy!

The Hag From The Closet

"The story I'm about to tell you is 100% true. About two years ago in October, I was sleeping over at a friend's house...

After a long day of gossip and stories, we were getting ready for bed (not to sleep, but to stay up late and watch movies). Around 1:00 a.m. my friend went to bed, but I stayed up a little longer to watch the rest of the movie. After the movie was finished, I started to nod off...

I woke up about two hours later, freezing cold. I got up to check the thermostat; it was completely normal, untouched. All the windows were closed and the door was shut. I was perplexed. My friend was sleeping soundly, but I felt like I was in a freezer. In an attempt to warm myself up, I grabbed the covers and wrapped myself in a cocoon. 

About 10 minutes later, I heard a noise, kind of like something sifting through plastic bags and clothes. I soon realized that it was coming from the closet. I lifted myself on my elbows to see across the room. My blood ran cold. What I saw was terrifying! 

A woman was coming out of the closet. She was naked, very pale, and had long, dark hair hanging over her face. I shook my sleeping friend beside me, but she wouldn't wake up. Every cell in my body screamed for me to run, but I felt like I was rooted in place.

The woman was getting closer. I then noticed her arms and fingers were unnaturally long. She grabbed my leg, her ice cold fingers penetrated through the thick quilt, and it felt like it burned. At that moment, my body finally reacted. I kicked my legs as hard as I could. 

One of my kicks got the woman in the stomach. She staggered backward and fell to the ground without a sound. What happened next, still sends chills down my spine! She crawled backwards, back into the closet, almost spider-like. She sank into the pile of clothes in the closet, like it was water. Her head was the last thing to sink down, and I saw that she was grinning -- a horrible grin that would scare even a crying baby into silence!

The next morning, I told my friend I wasn't feeling well and went home. When she asked if something happened last night, I just said, "I'm just not feeling well."  To this day, I still won't go to her house. She's still my friend, but I will never go back to that house!"

Stay Tuned For More...

Coming In Part Four!

The Closet Monster...(Part Two)

Who's "Hanging Around" In The Closet?

"I was visiting my cousin for the weekend and she lived in an apartment with my nanny...

Her room was huge and had a lot of space. Her closet was against the wall by the door to the room.

One night, I was having a sleep over with two of my cousins in her room. The door was shut and the lights were out and we were getting ready to go to sleep.

I was the youngest, so I slept in the middle of the bed between my cousins. I was about 6 and they were around 10.

I remember not being able to fall asleep because I felt as if someone was watching me.

I looked up from the covers and saw a light in the closet glowing out from under the door.

The door was closed and I could see what looked like someone walking around in the closet due to light being blocked out... like there were feet standing there.

The door opened and one of her dolls was thrown out of the closet onto the middle of the floor!

I was so scared and shocked I couldn't move and hid under the covers.

I told my dad the story because my nanny (his mother) lived there with my dad and her four other children, and was now raising my cousin in the same apartment.

He told me the apartment was haunted and when he was younger, they experienced many strange things in that room.

He also told me that a man who lived in the apartment before my nanny, had hung himself in the closet.

They lived there for many years, but finally moved out."

More creepy tales comin' outta the closet in part 3!

~Queenie~

THE CLOSET MONSTER...(Part One)

The Closet Monster Is Real!

(At least to many children around the world, that is!)

And I was one of those children, when I was around the age of seven...

I remember lying in my bed at night, terrified, sweating under the covers, as I listened to the noises coming from my closet... 


Daddy said it was just rats (as if that wasn't scary enough!) but I knew better.


Rats couldn't move heavy boxes across the floor, or jiggle the door handle. Even a seven year old knew that!


I'll talk more about that in part three, but for now...

Here's a few stories from other people who have had experiences with their own closet monsters (aka "closet ghosts")...Enjoy!

 (By Marie @ "Archive X")

"On august 1st of 2005, my son and I moved into this duplex...

When I first arrived to look at the place, it seemed fine, but now I think that I jumped into this too quickly. 

The first night of our stay, my son and niece said that something had touched their legs. 

The second night of our stay, my son and I were lying down shootin' the breeze in my room. The bedroom door that was cracked half way open had closed, then re-opened. This happened a couple of times, until we finally worked up the nerve to get up and turn on the light. 

The next night, my son blacked out after having (what seemed to be) a nervous break down about the ghost living in his room and closet. Now, the thing about it, is my son is a big 15 year old, and he does not scare easily!

After 20 minutes, he went back to his normal self and cannot remember the incident. 

That same night, he went to sleep with me, and I woke up to something pulling back and forth on the door knob of my closet.  I screamed, but my son never woke up! 

Relatives have said that this place gives them bad vibes, and that sometimes, they can hear people talking. 

One cool day,  I decided to turn off the air conditioner and open the front door to get some fresh air, when suddenly, there was knocking at the door. Looking through the peek hole of my front door, no one was there!


Now it is day 28, and last night, my young nephew and I were sleeping, when suddenly, he woke up screaming. He had jumped off the bed, and the bedroom closet swung open in front of him!

But this morning, he can only remember standing in front of the open closet... hearing the high pitched scream of a female. 

I talked to the people who lived in this duplex before me, and they also lived with this ghost. Even after saying prayers and using holy water, the ghost will not leave! 

I'm a single mother and it took my savings to move into this place.

Unfortunately, it seems we're stuck here for a long time...but this ghost is going to drive us insane!"

Be sure to come outta the closet for part two!

Coming Soon, to a closet near YOU!

Strange Stories Of The Supernatural...

 Repressed Memories

 

Having studied the arts of health and taking psychology, I know that we repress memories, and sometimes those memories surface when either we are old enough to understand, or maybe it isn't so scary anymore, or simply they just pop up.

Recently, I was lying with my son, trying to get him to sleep, and as I did, I was trying to remember as far back as I could. What can I say? I was bored! Well, one of these long lost memories came to mind.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed, re-living each childhood memory, from most recent, on back, and further back I go, just relaxing, and replaying those thoughts in my mind as if they were real. My body lay loose and relaxed, almost in a state of sleep when...

I was lying in my crib sleeping and it began to shake. Not violent, but like someone would do to your shoulder to rouse you. Intermittent and quick, urgent in a sense.

I remember crying, and standing up. I could see my parents sleeping in their bed, and remember the thunderous sound of my father snoring. 

I looked down the hallway, lit palely by the bathroom light, and saw a shadowy figure coming my way. It was a big fuzzy person, but pitch black shadowy. 

And this thing was huge! It stood from floor to ceiling, and I even remember it ducking under the threshold of the doorway! I cried a little louder. My parents slept soundly. 

This figure came to the edge of my crib, the end closest to the hall, and it disappeared. I looked back to my sleeping parents, and I saw flames in a waste basket next to my parents' bed! I screamed bloody murder! Crying as hard as I could! 

My mother jumped up out of bed, picked me up, and tried to soothe me. I cried louder. 

As her consciousness rose, I remember her screaming to my father, "Glenn! Wake up! Fire! Wake up!" He jumped out of bed, and raced to the hall.

And that is where my memory ends.

I told this to my mother, and she confirmed there was a fire in our apartment when I was about 18 months old. The sleeping arrangements I described to her in more detail were the same.

The only variance is that the fire was not in the bedroom as I remembered, but was in the kitchen where she forgot to turn off a pot of stew, filling the house with smoke. 

The funny thing is, she said she doesn't remember there being any smoke upstairs, just that awful smell of good food burning.

I wonder if that black figure was one of the reputed shadow people, or an angel. Maybe they are one in the same? 

Regardless, nothing was damaged. Just some smoke stains around the stove. We were awoken in the nick of time! 

She doesn't recall any other odd incidence in that place of residence. But they didn't live there very long either; it was only a six-month lease. 

She said she was glad something must have been there to wake us up!"

 My Sister Saw My Doppelganger

"One day, roughly 10 years ago, I was maybe 13 or 14; I got off the school bus (which stopped directly in front of my house). It was around 3:00 in the afternoon.

As I was walking down the steps off the bus, in front of my driveway, my garage door was open and my older sister was in the garage taking out the trash.

She suddenly stared at me and her face turned white and she dropped the garbage bag and froze. I vividly remember the look of terror on her face. She just stared at me as I got off the bus and I stood in the bottom of my driveway puzzled as to why she was looking at me like that.

I slowly started toward the garage; afraid that maybe she had some bad news to tell me, maybe about a family member or something...

I walked up to her and asked her what was wrong. For about two minutes she didn't speak and just looked pale, looking at me then looking confused. Finally we went inside and she sat down and kind of stammered.

"You were... Wait you were at school?"

I said "Yeah...?"

She told me what had happened just minutes before I got home.

She said she was upstairs in her bedroom, doing homework on her bed. She had her radio on the floor, near her door. She told me that I, clear as day, opened her bedroom door and told her the music was a little loud and asked if I could turn it down. She said I could, and I turned her music down. Then I left the room and shut the door.

Now, we had other siblings, but we all have different fathers, and are mixed with other races, and each are about 4 years apart in age. I am the only white girl, so there was no way she could have confused me with my other two sisters. 

She said this happened about 15 minutes before the school bus came and I got off. Sure enough, after we went upstairs and into her bedroom, her volume on the radio was down quite low.

To this day we still have no explanation as to what happened!"

Stay tuned to this blog, for more strange stories of the supernatural...

   ~Queenie~