Thursday

The Horror Story : The Old House

The Old House
From: Christina (Seaderial@gmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Dayton, OH
Source: wirenot.net


When I was younger, around 7 years old or so, I moved to Ohio because my mother wanted to move in with her boyfriend. I remember when I first saw the house we were moving to, I was amazed and loved the idea of actually having a house and not an apartment to live in. However, my joy was somewhat short lived. My mother's boyfriend turned out to be sort of abusive towards my sister and I and made it clear that we would never lie to him or my mother or consequences would be severe and etc.

Anyways, I slept in my own room on the top part of a bunk-bed in the upstairs of the house, my mom's room was across the hall and my sister's room was down the hall next to my mother's room. (I say this so you get a better picture of what the home was like) I was happy to have my own room, but soon found it to be quite scary. This may have been a child's imagination at work - but often at night I could swear I'd wake up and hear someone else breathing in my room besides me (I knew what my dogs sounded like when they slept, so it could NOT have been them!)

There were also times when things, oddly enough sometimes food items would dissapear and my sister or I would be blamed. Of course my mother and her boyfriend always believed my sister, but didn't believe me when I said I didn't do it, so I always ended up getting blamed for things I knew I didn't do, but at the same time I knew my sister couldn't have done them either, as she rarely lied. Further more, why would she lie or something as dumb as missing food? (Especially when our mother's boyfriend had that strict rule about lying.)

These two last encounters are the worst ones, however. One evening, my mother and her boyfriend left to go on a hunting trip, leaving my sister and I behind. I slept in their room because I had felt safe in there when my mother was around.. however, I found being alone very frightening. I remember almost being asleep, when I heard a voice speaking to me. The scariest part was, it called me by my name and I had never heard this voice before. It was low and scratchy, and I distinctly heard it tell me to 'get out of here'. Needless to say, I ran out of the room crying. I tried to go to my sister, but she was sleeping and angry that I woke her up. I ended up sleeping in my new room (I had gotten moved to a different one down the hall because we had painted it/put new carpet in it for me recently) with my door locked and my dogs by me.

The final part of my story is, one afternoon after school, my friend and her brother were staying over for a while because they had gotten locked out of their house. We were all sitting around in the living room watching television, waiting for my friend's mother to call and let us know she was home so they could go home. We were in the midst of a conversation, when all of the sudden we hear a VERY loud banging noise on the floor below us. We all looked at eachother, obviously scared to death because we were the only ones there. Now, I had never liked the basement of the house, so I didn't dare go down to see what was going on. The banging happened a few more times, until finally my friend and her brother got so scared that they ended up wanting to leave, and I went with them when they did. We ended up waiting on her porch in the rain until her mother got home, but it was better than being in that house.

Something else weird happened as well, but not as odd as the things stated previously. We had this stereo connected to the tv, and ocassionally it would turn onto full blast then all the way down, or even turn off by itself, and this would happen even when my mother was around, but she always dismissed it.

Anyways, I apologize for the length of my story, and I know it could all be explained by me being young at the time, but I'm 17 now and I remember it all VERY clearly, and it feels good to get it out of my system. My mother has sinced moved out of the house with my sister and I, and all I have to say is, good ridance, because I still get the creeps whenever I see it.

Thanks for reading!

Friday

American horror-a scary paranormal experience

While browsing on net I found this scary paranormal story on American horror. It tells about the scary ghost story creepy paranormal experience and scary paranormal phenomena. I hope you all, my paranormal lover friends, like this paranormal research paper on American horror. Here the ghost story follows-

To consider the Native American position in horror demands a look at Native American history in general because, like people of ethnic Jewish origin, genocide has had an overwhelming and catastrophic effect on both past and present. For Native America, horror has been attached to reality for centuries, and many would argue it continues to linger. Obviously the level varies in every individual man or woman, but the socio-historical connection is there. Look at native poet Sherman Alexi’s poem “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”:

I have seen it and like it:
The blood,
the way like Sand Creek
even its name brings fear.

Despite Alexi’s (and, by implication, all Natives’) deep understanding of horror, Native Americans have largely been pigeon-holed or relegated to the background of the genre proper. In more classic horror, or anything from the Lovecraft-Poe-Blackwood literature days, a Native character could only be a superstitious drunk, or some other simple plot device, like an archeological wonder to evoke the dark, mysterious past. Change has not yet come, and we can, essentially, find but two main forms in which Native America shines in modern horror: Monster-Myth and Place-Vengeance.

The Native Monster-Myth strain entails a little diffusion in form, but not much. First, there’s the sort of woodland monsters sub-genre, including werewolf offshoots (Wolfen, Ginger Snaps Back, Wendigo) and other bizarre or fantastic creatures (It Waits, the Masters of Horror episode Deer Woman, the killer bat movie Nightwing, or even the cannibalistic blend of native and white legend in Ravenous). These are monster movies of a violent sort, all a bit incestuous within the entire werewolf-vampire strata of ideas. In these films, particularly in concern to werewolves, we find a great deal of Euro-Native cultural blurring. For the most part, wolves are not negative creatures in Native mythology. European folklore views wolves as horrible creatures, and this may in part come from the plagues that devastated Europe in the Middle Ages, and the huge wolf populations that would thrive on things like devouring the abundant bodies, or even snatching up small children from their village homes. Remember, Central Europe was once an enormous forest, and only in the last few centuries were wolf populations contained and effectively wiped out. But, like the vampire, the werewolf is one of those legends that has seemed universal enough to countless Euro-descended artists, and so it has been blended with the mythologies of distant cultures as though it were. If you want to see something closer to genuine Native American mythology on film, you probably should ignore werewolf cinema; consider instead Dreamkeeper. It is to Native myth, perhaps, what Clash of the Titans is to Greek myth (even if it isn't quite horror).

While Native Monster-Myth films point at the horror of the wilderness and the mysterious (still powerful phobias in North America), the Native Place-Vengeance branch of horror is focused more on actions and consequences, all stemming from the original sin of Columbian conquest of the Americas and European appropriation of Native land. We’ve seen it play out nicely in the Poltergeist films and Pet Cemetery, and even the older Death Curse of Tartu. At this point, in fact, it is a cultural cliché that we’ve seen parodied in the likes of South Park (the pet store from hell), and soon in a full-length feature by Troma titled Poultrygeist (about a fast-food restaurant built on a burial site). Again we see it, slightly altered, in the segment from Creepshow 2 titled Old Chief Wooden Head. This time it’s a Native who’s paying for what he’s done.

So we’ve got the fear and we’ve got the punishment, check and check. Other horror centered on Native America is hard to pin down. There is a very intriguing essay on The Shining as being full of metaphors about white conquest and native genocide. Then, like a one-man band, there’s Lou Diamond Phillips, a guy who’s been in at least a dozen horror b-films and television shows, beginning back in 1990 with The First Power, a cop and Satanism flick that might be best described as part-Se7en, part-Shocker, part WGN Saturday afternoon action movie. Phillips is, in fact, 1/8 Cherokee, along with a little bit of everything else. But hey, while blood quantum counts in government policy, it certainly does not in horror cinema.