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This experience is from Paul Green – Author, Radio Presenter and Psychic Medium. 

 

A PRIVATE HOME IN BLYTH

I have come across many examples of problems at homes and work places during my mediumship career so far, but a few stands out from the rest, either due to the peculiarity of the activity or the reasons behind it. The first example starts with a tale of me being tracked down that is almost as interesting as the story of the haunting. I used to get collected on a regular basis by the same taxi driver after attending bike club meetings; on the journey to my home, we would chat about this and that but over the months, she learned about my “sideline” as a psychic medium. The conversations would often turn to my gift, nothing remarkable about that until much later in my life. I had moved into my present home and had not encountered this woman since moving, she had changed cab companies and I for various reasons ceased to go to the pub as regularly as i had used to.

It was a great surprise one morning to answer a ring on my doorbell to find her standing on my doorstep. At first I assumed she was simply at the wrong address but then she began asking if I “still did the spooky stuff”. Confirming I did still do “spooky stuff” she asked if I could help out a friend.  It appeared she had somehow tracked me down through a series of links and friends of friends even though I had moved 2 years ago. Once I was over the surprise, I listened to her tale.

A friend of hers was so afraid of the activity in her home she was spending all day wandering the local park or town centre until she had to return home to collect the children from school. After finding out a bit more about the situation, I agreed to visit the house but first I called a fellow medium to sort out a time and date we could both go. In cases such as this, it is normal for mediums to work in pairs, simply as an insurance in case either one is badly effected by any energies encountered.

The day come and we both met outside the address given, it was a typical end terrace house with a nice view over a local park. Upon ringing the bell, we were greeted by a tallish woman with very short hair. Without having to use any psychic sense, you could see the worry etched on her face, the medium accompanying me, a woman called Helen, works differently from me.

Helen always stops on the doorsteps of a home and asks any energy within permission to enter, while I, with my typical “in your face style” charge in with attitude written all over me, once inside we found a group consisting of the woman who had greeted us, her partner from a civil partnership and our mutual friend the taxi driver, as always, i asked that they told us nothing except any areas in the home they do not wish us to go.

I always ask this, as I never forget that we are in someone’s home, in this case, we were given a free reign to go where we wanted. Helen and I at the same time instinctively went upstairs.  As I took the lead, we started to climb the stairs. We encountered an elderly spirit man who attempted to block our path but I insisted he move aside.

I have no idea why he wanted to block us other then maybe he already felt that some “strange people” had already invaded his home and we were just another example. At the top of the stairs on the landing was a bookcase, which we later learned that this man used to move the books around on, this was just one of the ways he was attempting to make his presence known to the rest of the household. Helen and I also discovered that this chap used to like to hover on the step leading into the toilet; he felt he could see most of the coming and going from there. However, apart from this man there were no other spirit energies around i felt sure we had found the source of the problems. Neverless, we still needed to complete our tour of the house to be sure, so Helen and i descended back down to the ground level, this time with Helen taking the lead. She was drawn into a small room at the bottom of the stairs that appeared to be used now as a room to cope with the usual “overspill” of any family. While she went into that room, I popped my head into the front family room; there was nothing really of interest from a mediumship point of view so after a few minutes I returned to the hallway. Helen was stood inside the small room at the bottom of the stairs, she was rooted to the spot and appeared to have some problems breathing. Her breath was coming in short rasping gasps so I wasted no time and simply grabbed her by the collar and dragged her out, sometimes the solution to a paranormal problem does not have to be mystical. She told me that the stench of pipe tobacco and the feeling of being short of breath had been overwhelming in that room.

Once she had recovered we as a pair ventured back into the room, we were greeted by the same old chap we met on the stairs, he then started to talk to us. He was called Charles, not Charlie but Charles, he was very insistent of that. He told us that when he and his wife were both alive moved to Blyth as he was taking up a job at “the docks”, I could not quite gather if this meant Blyth port or the shipyard that used to be there.

He said he was employed as some sort of draughtsman but he was not from the northeast and had moved into the area to take up this job. He was most definitely an in charge style of man and yet very reserved, he did not mix well and he seemed to have a low opinion of the people he worked with in Blyth, therefore, his life while alive revolved around him, his wife and the house we were standing in.

All was well until to his absolute disgust, his wife “died on him”, even as he communicated with us, you could clearly sense the utter bewilderment and loss he felt at the death of his wife. He felt totally abandoned and really did not have the skills to care for himself. As he aged he ended up living, sleeping, eating and existing in the room we were in, the same room Helen had experienced the breathing problems.

As we started to understand and have empathy with this man, he began to ask questions of us. This led us to begin to understand the reason for the recent paranormal activity that had so terrified the present homeowner.  He preferred to address his questions to me for no other reason than the fact i was male. For many years after his death he claimed he liked to pop back to the house, but until now he had not attempted to make his presence known, being happy just to draw comfort from revisiting his home. It seems that what prompted him now to try and get attention was his complete and utter lack of comprehension on the situation.

In short, when the two life partners “married” and moved in together, it seemed he felt he had to make himself known, he was unhappy and did not understand the situation or approve. Even from beyond the grave often we find that people’s personalities do not change, he turned out to be a nice enough guy, but was just bewildered by the situation. Once i explained how upsetting his activities were to the occupants his attitude changed. He had never intended to scare anyone, he simply wanted some answers, in addition, I pointed out that if any of the children living in the property came across any of his activities it would be scary for them.

He was most apologetic and concerned, we reached an agreement that he would still pop back in and see this old home but the visits would be not made ‘public so to speak. After a little more chat and even him asking for assurances that I was not playing a practical joke on him regarding the two women being married, he left the room and house. Helen and I spent a little more time checking there were no other spirit people in the home then we did a standard cleansing of the whole house and added some layers of protection to it. We joined the rest of the people in the kitchen and over a coffee we learned some more of the experiences and events that had caused so much concern.

The owner told of finding the same kitchen chair over turned every time she left the room, no matter if it was for 2 minutes or overnight, it looked as if someone had taken the time to place it in that position rather then it falling or being pushed over. She showed us scrawls using crayons that had appeared overnight on sheets of paper left in a locked room, they started to leave these sheets out because the walls and table tops were being scratched or drawn on. Most of the attempted were just lines or meaningless scratching but some appeared to be crude attempts at forming letter and words, after some more advice Helen and I left the house and to date there has been no further problems with the ex-owner who i feel sure even now is not totally convinced that the whole thing is not the Geordies winding up an outsider.

Now that Game of Thrones is over and we still have a few months until The Walking Dead starts up again, i have a fun new game for you and your friends to try out. By fun i mean ridiculous and weird.

But bear with me, this game sometimes has spooky and scary consequences. So if you are brave enough, and don’t burst into a fit of laughter, give it a go.

Preparation:

The game needs at least two players. One person sits on the floor with their legs crossed and another person lies down straight, with their head on your lap with their eyes closed. If there are more players they must sit in a circle around the first two people.

The person who is crossed legs should gently rub the temples of the person lying down and tell either, or both, of the following stories.

Cat Story 1: 

There once was an old lady who owned a Cat.

The cat was very nice.

It meowed and purred.

One day, the cat got hit by a car and died.

Catscratch, catscratch, catscratch.

poep peop peop

 

The old lady got a new cat.

The cat was very mean.

It hissed and clawed.

Catscratch, catscratch, catscratch.

 

One day, the cat got hit by a car and died.

The old lady decided not to get anymore cats.

Catscratch, catscratch, catscratch.

 

Cat Story 2:

You are walking through a dark alley late at night.

You are the only one there.

The ground is slick with rain.

The alley is filled with garbage cans and litter.

But then you hear something.

A movement in the garbage cans.

You pick up your pace.

You want to get out of the alley fast.

But then you see something.

Red eyes. Glowing red cat eyes.

They are the eyes of an enormous cat.

You run, but the cat chases you and jumps on you.

It scratches you, one, two, three.

Cat scratch, cat scratch, cat scratch!

 

Immediately after you have finished the story/stories, get the person who is lying down to quickly stand up and lift up their shirt. There should be scratches on the person’s back. Scratched from the cat……

Ok so i watched this film a few years ago and i have never been able to get it out of my head. I thought i would share it with all you horror lovers.

It is called Bedfellows.

I dare you to turn out the lights and watch it alone……

The problem with 99% of paranormal stories and urban legends you read about is that they can all be debunked or are called out for being a hoax. So, it is so exciting to finally get a story, which to this day, has everyone wondering ‘What the hell happened?.’

This is the story of Don Decker aka Rain Boy. It all began in February of 1983. Don, 21 years old from Pennsylvania, was serving a short 4 – 12 month prison sentence for receiving stolen goods, he was granted a furlong to attend the funeral of his Grandfather James Kishaugh. However, what no one knew was that Don has been abused by his grandfather as a child and lived with this burden his entire life.

Don hoped he could move on, “No other part of the family knew anything about what happened, and it was like good fighting evil. The evil was gone and I was hoping, you know, that everything would change.”

After the funeral, Don decided to spend the night with his friends, Bob and Jeannie Keiffer. That is when the unexplained began to happen.  While at the Keiffer’s home he started to feel a bit uneasy and he started to get a deep chill. Suddenly, all around him, water began to drip from the living room walls while the Keiffers noticed Don fall into a strange, trance-like state.  The Keiffers notified the landlord, Ron Van Why. When Ron and his wife arrived, he was just as puzzled by the problem as the Keiffers.

“We’d decided maybe it was the plumbing, but there were no pipes in the front end of the house to leak. There was basically nothing there that the water could have come from.” 
After watching it for a while, I discovered that it wasn’t only coming from the ceiling down. It could come from the wall over or from the floor up. There was no basic direction that it was coming from. It could come from anywhere.”

They then decided it was time to phone the police. Patrolman Richard Wolbert arrived at the scene and couldn’t explain what what happening.

Officer Wolbert recalled the moment he met Don. ‘Trust me, trust me, just walk into the house,’ Don said. I walked in the door and he came right in behind me. And I couldn’t get two steps inside the door and I was absolutely pelted.

Not only was it raining inside, the water drops also defied physics.

“We were standing just inside the front door and met this droplet of water traveling horizontally. It passed between us and just traveled out into the next room.”

Another Officer John Baujan arrived at the scene and was terrified that he was witnessing things, that in reality, he shouldn’t be witnessing. The police decided to make some reports about the incident and the Keiffers and Don decided to grab some food at the diner that is across the street from them. Ron and his wife decided to stay at the house, but as the other three left for the diner, the rain immediately stopped.

That is when things got even more weird.

The owner of the restaurant, Pam Scrofano, noticed something strange about Don as he sat down to eat with the Keiffers; she thought he was possessed.

“You looked at Donny and he was like in a trance. He would look at you, but not knowing you were there. I said to Jeannie, ‘He’s got to be possessed.’  We’re sitting there. Couple of seconds later, there’s water all over the pizzeria, too. I’ve never seen anything like that happen. I went in the cash register, I had a crucifix there, I took it out, put it on him. And the minute I put it on him and it touched his skin, he got burned. There’s no way that anybody could have played a joke like that. This was real. Donny was doing it himself. He was doing it without realizing he was doing it.

Don now realised that everything that had happened in the house, and now in the restaurant, was because of him. But WHY was this happening? No one knew.

Back at the Keiffer’s house the landlords wife confronted Don and blamed him for everything that was going on. At that moment, everything in the house started rattling, pots and pans in the kitchen were banging together, like an earthquake, except there was no earthquake.

Don suddenly levitated off the ground. He was just floating. Everyone was terrified and no one could explain a thing. Don recalls that frightening moment. ”

I was just like floating. Then it was like a push. It wasn’t like somebody taking their hand and pushing me. It was like feeling it all over your body at once. I’m a big guy, you know, I’ve always been assertive, and that made me felt like a newborn. You know, I’m scared right now just talking about it, really.”

A few hours later the two officers arrived back at the house with their Chief. Officer Baujan explains what happened.

“When the chief got to the house, he was pelted with water just as Rich and I were. I got the impression that he was put on the spot, maybe a little bit embarrassed, like we expected something out of him that he could answer. There was no way to explain what happened. I think he was put in a position where he might have felt a little uncomfortable.”

The Chief just told the officers it was nothing more than a leaky pipe and no report was ever created about the incident. The Chief told them to not talk about it ever again, Officer Baujan was told to forget about what he had saw, but this was impossible.

The next day, three officers ignored the orders of the police chief. They went to the Keiffer home to continue their investigation. One of the officers was Bill Davies:

“We’re standing there and I gave Mr. Decker this gold cross to hold. Next thing he says, ‘It’s burning my hands.’ And there’s no explanation for it. When you picked it up, when you grabbed it, it’s not hot-hot, but it’s hot and I held onto it.”

Don also once again levitated off the floor. Lt. John Rundle said he witnessed it:

“All of a sudden, he lifted up off the ground and he flew across the room with the force as though a bus had hit him. There were three claw marks on the side of his neck, which drew blood. I have no answer for it whatsoever. And, I just draw a blank, even today.”

Officer Bill Davies was also at a loss:

“I’ve been a cop 40 years and I’ve never seen anything like this, never. There’s always an explanation when something happens.  If you gotta investigate, you come up with something. This is why it happened. For this case, there is no explanation.”

Finally, on the third night, Ron Van Why asked a preacher to come to the house and try an exorcism. Every Protestant minister and Catholic priest in Stroudsburg had turned Ron down.  Ron explained what he saw:

“As she started to pray, Donny went into a convulsion. He started to shake. He pulled himself up into like a ball and the longer she prayed, he started to relax, then. By the time she got done praying, the water was gone.  And that was the last that we saw any water at the house at all.”

The mysterious rain was gone and Don Decker appeared to return to his old self.  But the change was only temporary. After his furlough, Don returned to jail. Within a few days, the mysterious rain returned, this time, in the jail.

“They put me in a maximum security cell. I was in there with another inmate. And I was thinking I should make it rain in here. And all of a sudden, water started coming out of the concrete floor, and at that point, I thought, ‘I can do stuff.’”

According to Don, he now realized he could control the rain, at will. A sceptical guard challenged him to make it rain in Warden Dave Keenhold’s office. Warden Keenhold recalled:

“I was sitting at the desk, writing a report. I was all by myself in the administration area. Nobody else was around. It was approximately 8:00 in the evening. At the time, I didn’t feel anything, but my shirt was drooping down.”

An officer entered and told Warden Keenhold to look at his shirt:

“And right about the center of my sternum, about four inches long, two inches wide, I was just saturated with water. I was startled. I was scared. The officer was frightened at that particular time, and I just didn’t have an explanation why it happened.”

The Warden called in the Rev. William Blackburn:

“All of a sudden, I received this frantic call from a sergeant in the jail. And he said, ‘Can you come over? We need you. We need your help.’ So he brought this very meek and mild-mannered young man into the room. And he was asking for my help.”

Don told the Reverend that he could make it rain and that crosses placed on his body burned. According to the Reverend Blackburn, he told Don to admit that he was just making things up, then:

“All of a sudden his demeanor changed and this smell came into the room. Nurses and doctors, medical people, say when you walk into a room where someone is dying with a cancer or something, usually there’s a smell. You can tell when you walk in the room. I smelled a smell like that multiplied five times at least. Evil, foreboding. He raised his hand and rubbed his fingers together. And all of a sudden, it started to rain. It was like the devil’s rain. It was a mist. I was in the presence of evil. I opened up the Bible and started to read to him. But the pages never got wet. So help me, it was a frightening thing. 
I think I was praying more for me than him. I prayed, and it was only a brief period, and the rain stopped.”

Rev. Blackburn said he noticed a sudden change in Don as well:

“He subsided and you could feel a peace. He said thank you. He got tears in his eyes. We hugged and prayed together. He was possessed. There was no doubt in my mind. There’s no way a human could do what he did in that room. There’s no way that he did anything, but what he did was spiritual, and it wasn’t of God. Guaranteed, it was not of God.”

Don Decker said that he feels like the bizarre occurrences won’t happen again:

“Well it’s over. It hasn’t happened again. Basically, I’m just hoping that it never will, and I just, you know, go day by day. And as for my grandfather, I think what had happened was his doing. Because he abused me when I was young, he got a chance to abuse me again.”

Chip Decker, no relation to Don, and Peter Jordan are the main paranormal researchers on this case. Chip was impressed with the eye-witness accounts:

“I think what makes this case very unique is that all of the witnesses are so credible. We’re dealing with very good, well-seasoned police officers that were obviously rather frightened and shaken by this, but also had the powers of observation.”

Peter Jordan:

“The Donald Decker case is by far the singularly most fascinating and important case I have ever personally been involved in. That does not mean I believe that it necessarily is proof positive to me of demonic infestation. But it is the case, in my own personal experience up to this point, that comes the closest to that hypothesis.”

In all, nine eyewitnesses, plus Don himself, were willing to go on record saying they saw, heard, and felt phenomena apparently not of this world. And they continue to believe Don was possessed by the devil. They have found no other explanation for the bizarre events.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was on the subway. It was me alone and there were 3 people sitting across from me. It was perfectly fine, until I noticed that the women in the middle kept staring at me. She wouldn’t stop. Her eyes were wide open and she never stopped to look the other way.

Midway throughout my ride a man came on the train. He sat down next to me and whispered into my ear “If you know what’s good for you, you’d leave with me on the next stop.”

I did as told, and when we got off he told me “I’m a doctor. I could tell the women in the middle was dead. The two people next to her were propping her up.”

 

– Unknown

scary-masks

Maskaphobia is the fear of ‘masks’ and is especially common in children. Fear of masks is also linked to Metamfiezomaiophobia, which is the fear of mimes, clowns and people in disguise. A common theory states that these phobias may be rooted in our expectations of human appearance and behavior.

Masks distort the wearer’s appearance, causing him to look strange and unusual. Most masks do not feature moving mouths, so when the wearer speaks, the sound appears to come out of nowhere.

Wearing a mask may also change the wearer’s behavior. Many people wear masks as part of becoming a character, causing the wearer to act in accordance with that character. Additionally, some people love the freedom that a mask’s anonymity provides. The wearer might behave in socially unacceptable ways while hidden behind the mask.

Religious Issues

Even when not being worn, masks often seem to carry a certain mystique. They are worn in some cultures as part of religious ceremonies. Members of that culture may see the masks as a symbol worthy of respect, while those of differing religious beliefs might view those masks as somehow evil or dangerous.

Maskaphobia in Pop Culture

Many films and TV shows and even Broadway plays exploit the fear of masks. For example, the popular Halloween series focuses on a serial killer hidden behind a mask. The Phantom of the Opera explores the fate of a disfigured musical genius who wears a mask to conceal the horror.

These and other works both demonstrate the effects of maskaphobia and help to create it. After growing up with the images of stalking serial killers and disfigured antiheros lurking behind masks, is it any surprise that our brains naturally begin to wonder what is behind any mask that we see?

Symptoms of Maskaphobia

Maskaphobia is extremely individualized. Some people fear only horror masks or religious masks. Some people have a more generalized phobia that might even extend beyond masks to costumed characters as well. Clown phobia may also be related to maskaphobia.

 

Common symptoms include, but are not limited to, sweating, shaking, crying and heart palpitations. You might have a panic attack. You might try to run away or even hide from the person in the mask.

Complications of Maskaphobia

Masks are extremely common in today’s world. From carnivals to theme parks, movies to retail grand openings, costumed characters can be found almost everywhere. Many of these characters wear masks, which are much cheaper and easier than complicated makeup.

 

If your maskaphobia is severe, you might attempt to avoid situations that could involve masks. But since masks are so common, this could start to become all-consuming. Eventually, some people with maskaphobia become isolated or agoraphobic, afraid to venture into unfamiliar settings.

Treating Maskaphobia

Fortunately, there is help. Cognitive-behavioral therapy is particularly common and effective. You will be taught to explore your feelings about masks, and replace negative messages with more positive self-talk. You might be gradually exposed to different types of masks through a process known as systematic desensitization.

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