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Behind Every Cloud is a Kindred Spirit (BECKS)I lost my grandfather when I was 17. I had a VERY difficult time getting over it. How could I still communicate with him? I loved him so much I didn't think I could live without him. I read everything I could get my hands on to do with the "afterlife" and that started it all...the love of Ghost Hunting and the Paranormal. I have been researching the paranormal for over 37 years!! It is my way of staying in touch with my grandfather. Being a Ghost Hunter is not always as exciting as it seems on TV. Many nights I have sat in the dark and not a thing happened. BUT it is those times you DO get that one voice, that one explainable picture or have an experience that sends chills down your back that makes it sooo worth it all!!! My purpose of this blog is not to make people believe in ghosts but maybe to open their minds just a little bit... I LOVE this crazy thing called Ghost Hunting. It is as much a part of me as breathing. I am just a girl that refuses to accept we can't still contact our loved ones after they die. My grandfather won't let me.
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2/14/2018

THE SOLDIER AND THE NUN- A GHOSTLY LOVE STORY THAT HAUNTS A PENNSYLVANIA CATHOLIC SCHOOL. THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL LOVE STORY!!!!




Happy Valentine's Day everybody!!!!

To me, Valentine's Day isn't just for lovers....it's a day for LOVE.  Love of friends, family, pets, and it can be hard for some people that are alone that has lost loved ones.  Listen, you are NOT ALONE!  Your loved ones are all around you, wither you see them or not.  Here's what YOU on a day like today....do something that was your deceased loved ones FAVORITE thing to do.  Make a favorite dish, watch their favorite movie, maybe even have a quiet cup of coffee and "reflect" about all the times that person made you smile.  Guess what????  That is what your loved ones want you to do today.  Being happy sometimes is hard on Valentines if you have lost someone dear to your heart....but "smiling" in their HONOR isn't hard at all!!!!!!!

So here is a ghostly story about lost loves.  It is from the book Haunted Love by Chris Gonsalves. It's not your "typical" love story and that's why I wanted to share it with you. It has a BIG twist in this love story!!! And yes, you can actually visit this haunted place in real life.

Rose  was at the top of her sophomore class at Mercyhurst College, a Catholic girls' boarding school in Erie, Pennsylvania.  There Rose was right at home.  To her is was a little bit of heaven on earth.  Those feelings lately had her considering entering the school's convent, where she could chart a life on course to becoming a Sister of Mercy.  Sister Rose.  A nun.  The life of quiet, contemplative solitude and service was increasingly appealing to her.

One night at a local barn dance, Rose was standing alone when a boy in a hand-me-down suit walked up and asked Rose to dance.  Nervously, she accepted thinking he looked so gentle....and smart.

He said "My name is Tom".
"I'm Rose" she said as Tom put his arm around her waist to guide her to the dance floor.

Rose was a bit sad when the evening was over, as she really liked Tom and wanted to see him again.

A few days later, one of the dorm supervisors came to her room and told her she had a visitor.

"Is it Tom?" Rose asked the messenger.
"I didn't ask", the woman replied.  "It's a frightfully skinny boy with messy brown hair".
Rose's smile widened.  "It's Tom".

Rose found Tom waiting for her downstairs, flower in hand.   He'd brought them, he said, because his brothers told him that's what a boy should do if he felt a girl was particularly special.
"Is that how you feel?" Rose asked.
"Oh, yes! Yes I do!" Tom replied.

From that moment on, the two were inseparable.  Wasn't long before Tom presented Rose with a simple gold ring, a symbol of their engagement.  It was early winter 1941.  Their families began to plan a wedding for the spring of 1942, a wedding that would never take place.

In December 1941, the global war reached a thunderous crescendo in the skies of Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.  Suddenly the United States was pulled into World War II and across the nation young men were drafted to fight the war on several fronts.  Tom knew he had to go and serve his nation.  His brothers were all going, as were nearly all of his friends.
"Let's marry before you leave," Rose said.
"Rose, we have no money, and beside there's no time," Tom replied.
"We don't need much," she said.  "We'll have a simple wedding, just you and me.  Please Tom".

He held her close, her face cupped gently in his hands.
"Rose, I love you.  Nothing in the world is going to keep us from being married and living the rest of our lives together.  But I want to do it right.  You deserve the best there is.  And I want our children someday to know their dad did the right thing for his country when duty called.  Let's wait, my love.  When I return we'll have a wedding like you've only dreamed of."

Rose uneasily conceded.  Tom was assigned to the army infantry.  Within weeks he was shipped out to fight the Nazis in Europe.  He wrote home regularly, telling Rose about the horrors of war and professing his ever deepening love for her.  Rose found the letters heartbreaking.  The thought of the kind, gentle boy she knew being hardened into manhood by war and violence both sickened and saddened her.  But with her abundant faith she resolved to keep the love he relied on burning strong.  She prayed for him almost constantly.


One week before the spring day they had originally set for their wedding, Rose got the news that Tom had been killed in action, along with his entire squad.  Their bodies were never recovered.

As if she had been physically kicked, Rose doubled over and fell to the floor in the kitchen of the simple farmhouse where Tom's family had already begun mourning his loss.  The life she knew, and the life she had dreamed of were over.

In the months that followed, Rose found comfort in the Queens chapel at Mercyhurst.  She spent long hours there in the shadowy, deep-blue room, lighting candles to Tom's memory and praying for guidance.  Finally, she decided that she knew what she was to do with her life.  Without a second thought, Rose stopped mourning her fiancĂ© and joined the Sisters of Mercy.  She would never love another man, she decided.  She would become a nun after all.

After Rose's final vows she went alone into the chapel to pray.  Symbolic of her transition from Tom's fiancĂ©e to bride of Christ, she took off her engagement ring for the first time since it had been given to her years before.  She placed it on the tiny fingers of the Christ child statue and left it there.  She had no more use for it.

One afternoon in 1945, Rose was on her way back from lunch when the mother superior stopped Rose and told her she had a visitor.  This must be very important, perhaps the bishop is here, but what would he want with her.  It was very unusual for the mother superior to announce an arrival of a visitor.

Rose sat in the pew and waited.  Almost immediately she recognized the figure.  It was Tom!  In his uniform and still painfully thin.  He ran to her and tried to embrace her.  Her years of chastity in the habit forced her to keep him at arm's length.
"Rose, it's me Tom!" Tom said.
"I know.  I'm so happy to see you. But what.....why....?  They said you were dead."
"Dead. Yes, I know.  I'm so sorry, Rose.  I'm so sorry so many people were hurt, but most of all you."

Tom tried to explain the unexscplainable.  He escaped an ambush and hide behind enemy lines for more than a month.
"Why didn't they tell us then, Tom?"  Rose whispered.
The days and pain of hose day and months came rushing back at her.
"Why couldn't they just say they made a mistake and you were alive?" Rose asked as she started to cry.
"It's because of what we did in that month we were missing, if the army had ever let on that any of us had lived, a great many men might have died." Tom said.
Tom spent the rest of the afternoon telling Rose how they'd lived as fugitives behind German lines.

Rose took Tom's hand and said "you took an Oath for your county but I took an Oath of my own."  She pointed to the little statue where on the child hand hung her little gold band.

Tom started to cry.  He knew that the love he had dreamed of and longed for would never be.

A few days after Tom returned, his family and Rose's family joined forces to ty and convince the young nun to leave the convent and return to a normal life as a wife to the man who loved her so deeply.

She told them she would pray about the matter but in the end, it would be His decision.

There would be no easy answer.  The more Rose sequestered herself in the dark chapel, the more conflicted she became.  She prayed and wept before the statue of the Christ child, but all she felt in return was that she was being pulled apart by two great forces bent on destroying her.  What had she done wrong?  Why was she being tortured for following a pure heart from tragic love los to a life of godly service?

With what seemed like nothing but a life of conflict and sadness ahead of her, Rose fell into a deep depression.  A short time later she did the only thing she could think of to ease the pain.  In her tiny, sparsely appointed room directly above the Queen chapel in Mercyhurst, Sister Rose tied a blanket to a ceiling light fixture and hanged herself.

Intense right!!!!!!  Now here is were it gets even more interesting and the "haunting" part comes in.  Becky said(LOL just had to through that in)

News of her suicide rocked the Sisters of Mercy and the college at large.  It didn't take long before reports began of apparitions of the young nun all around the campus, especially around the college tower and in the Queens chapel and nearby Christ the King cathedral.  Witnesses saw her wandering students' rooms, often reflected in mirrors or passing like a misty vapor through the dormitory halls.  Sister Rose's ghost remains mostly benign until a female student crossed path with it in a violent way.

Lori was a senior in 1954.  She was in love with a boy at the nearby college of Erie.  The two had been dating for nearly four years.  Lori thought this had been long enough and her boyfriend needed to "step up".  She decided a little practical joke was in order.

She called her boyfriend and asked he met her on a Wednesday evening at the Mercyhurst campus.

She told him she "had a very urgent matter that needed to be discussed."


Lori snuck down to the dark chapel and grabbed Rose's engagement ring off the statue's tiny figure.  As soon as she had it in her hand a blast of cold wind shot through the chapel, extinguishing the candles and leaving her in pitch blackness.  She gasped and the sound echoed around the cavernous room.  Lori immediately found her way to the door and ran out!

Lori's plan was simple.  She was going to wear the ring and pretend she'd been asked by another boy to be his bride.  As she sat there looking a the little gold band she was overcome with sadness. She knew the story of Rose and Tom and thought that maybe Rose would like being a part of bringing to loves together.  She couldn't have been MORE WRONG!

One of Lori's friends spots Lori and hysterically tells Lori that the police is looking for her!
"Oh my gosh" did they think she stole the ring?  Did someone tell them she took it.  Surely she could explain why she had the ring.

Her friend say, "No Lori.  It has nothing to do with the ring!  It's your boyfriend.  He was coming here to meet you when a truck crossed in from of him and hit his car.  They said he's dead, Lori.  I'm so sorry."

Lori immediately ran back in the chapel and placed the ring back on the small finger of the statue.  She cried all through the night and her friends found her the next morning exhausted saying "the ring did it, the ring killed him."

After a half of dozen attempts to keep the ring under lock and key, in which it kept showing up back on the child statue of Christ, administrators decide that burying it might better serve all involved.  Not to mention that every time they would lock up the ring, the paranormal activity would increase.  The location of the ring's final interment has never been made public.

Sister Rose continues to haunt the Catholic school, appearing more frequently to young men and women in love.  Countless paranormal investigations have examined the college and the convent, some saying definitely haunted with evidence of photos and videos.  Because of all the interest, Mercyhurst officials now have started locking the chapel and the Old Main tower at 10PM  perhaps to keep the curious out, or perhaps to keep the lovesick in.


2/03/2016

YORKTOWN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL-THESE WALLS HAVE STORIES OF MURDER, SUICIDE, THE INSANE, AND THE LOST THAT HAVE NEVER FOUND THEIR WAY OUT!!!

Yorktown Memorial Hospital,
 Yorktown, Tx
After a long drive down...... everyone just wanted to unload their cars and rest for a while before the investigation later that night.  But I couldn't wait!!!  Deak and I unloaded the car and I told him I was going to drive down to the hospital and take a few pictures during the evening before it got dark.  He said, ok...he would get things ready for the investigation later that night so.... off I went. 

Now, Yorktown is not the kind of town that you have busy highways and traffic jams.  It's the kinda place where you find a bit older, a bit worn-down, framed houses....lots of trucks passing on the two-lane highway that is the main street through town.   The place where everyone knows everyone and the BEST place to eat is at the local Valero gas station.  And one of the MOST POPULAR places in town.............Yorktown Memorial Hospital.  Not because of it's famous doctors or well known facility.........but for its GHOSTS!!!  Just ask any local and they are sure to have many stories about the hospital that they are all to happy to share with you.

As I pull up.....and step out of the car.....the sun is starting to set behind the hospital and in the distance I can hear someone mowing the lawn and silence on the highway as this time of day, even the truck traffic has slowed to almost none.  Standing in front of the hospital, I simple say out loud, "hello my friends" as I had visited this place last year and was counting the days until I returned.
 
I walked around the outside of the hospital taking pictures and with a chill....... not knowing if it was the wind....... or maybe it was because I felt like SOMEONE was watching me and I WASN'T ALONE.....I suddenly felt the need to peek inside the windows.  And just between you and me....as I walked up the broken steps of hospital.......I can't lie....with a little bit of hesitation and just as much ANTICIPATION ...... I looked inside.  It did look spooky???? hhuuummm Not really.  But it did have the FEEL of a place that held many stories......and stories I couldn't wait to hear!!!!


 
 
I stop and think to myself about all the tragic events that took place here.   A double murder, 2000 patients dying, numerous suicides, unbelievable accidents, and countless souls who remain looking for answers.   Can I help?  Can I provide them with the answers they seek?  I'm not sure, but the one THING I can offer them.....is sympathy.  That my heart aches for them. But lets also be clear.....I am a little scared of them....LOL  Especially those with a BAD TEMPER!!! LOL
 
Well, time to get back in the car and head back to the hotel to get ready for the investigation.  By now, it is starting to get dark and everyone is going to be getting excited about going on our ghost hunt tonight!!!
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You know that FEELING that I had that I WASN'T alone......seems I wasn't!!!!  Sitting way up on the top of the hospital watching my every move was a great, big BUZZARD!!!!  NOW THAT'S SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Birds that eat dead things......yyyuuuccckkk!!!!!!!!! Is this just some weird sign of things to come....

  We have a good group headed in for the night.  Several of us from last year returned this year hoping for the same amazing experience with the paranormal.  Mike and Terri Fairfield, Tammy Hightower, Calisa Anderson, and MY favorite person and boyfriend Craig Deacon (Deak).  We did have some new people with us this trip.....Jeromy and Pam Jones of Paranologies and one of their friends(sorry can't remember his name).  But our other new visitors who had never been here before was Chris Anderson (Calisa's husband whom we were soooo excited to have him along) and Rebekah Black who is a radio personality on KLUV 98.7 in Dallas.  We were also glad she could come along.


Picture taken by me. :)


  It's a full moon and we are all packed and ready to go in.  I am looking at the stairs in a different way this time................I am just hoping I can make it up them with my three coats, longjohns under my jeans, three pair of socks, gloves, furry cap, boots and not to mention...the two sweat shirts and an undershirt under them.......oh and did I mention I am carrying two very heavy equipment bags!!!
I kinda looked like the Puft Marshmellow monster in the Ghost Busters moive but this time in black!!!
 
Let's just hope if I start to fall backward SOMEONE will stop me or I'm liable to roll and roll...... right out into the street and become the first "road kill" that that buzzard says....:
"oh man.....I'll pass on that"!!!!!!! lol

Anyway......you guys ready to go inside and see and experience all that we did?
Well......get ready...........and TOMORROW you will go inside with us and see our videos, our pictures and our amazing personal experiences we had.

This is just going to have to broken down into a couple of different parts because of all the evidence I have to share with you.  See you tomorrow....:)


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12/22/2015

TRUE STORIES OF GHOSTS, HAUNTINGS AND SIGHTINGS OF SANTA HIMSELF DURING THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY



MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!  First, I just want to get a little "mushy" and then I want to tell you about some TRUE Christmas ghost stories!  Ok.....here comes the "mushy" part...

I wanted to take a minute and THANK ALL OF YOU who stop by and read my blog every Tuesday. You have know IDEA how much it means to me and how many times by writing my blog knowing you were depending on me..... made me smile and gave me strength when "life" was just "picking on me"(so to speak).  And for all of you who have connected with me on Facebook, it is so fun talking with you guys there.  Also, a SPECIAL THANKS to all of you who have emailed me and entrusted me by opening up yourself and sharing your paranormal experiences.  I know it is hard to share such personal things with people you don't really know and that you chose me, well....from the bottom of my heart Thank You and I am ALWAYS here if you need me!

One more thing and then I'll get to the "good stuff"...... when you are with your family and friends this Christmas....just take a moment and say a prayer for all of those who have been affected this past year by the violence of mass shootings and such terrible acts of terrorism as those in Paris and more recently in the US.  This is for my followers in France:  "  Puissent vos coeurs talon et peuvent vous sentir la chaleur de l'amour cette saison de vacances de chacun d'entre nous ici aux Etats-Unis et dans le monde. Que Dieu vous bĂ©nisse tous."  Translation: "May your hearts heel and may you feel the warmth of love this holiday season from all of us here in the US and around the world.  God Bless you all."

Ok.....now lets move on.....CHRISTMAS AND PARANORMAL phenomena have long had a close relationship. From the many miracles said to surround the birth of Jesus to the traditions of Dickens' ghosts in A Christmas Carol, it seems a time of year when the supernatural is possible. Following are just a few stories of encounters with ghosts and other strange phenomena at Christmas time -- including sightings of Santa Claus himself! What do you believe?



CHRISTMAS CHURCH GHOST

I never really believed in supernatural stuff, but this incident made me believe otherwise. This was about nine years ago in Samoa. I was playing hide-and-seek with the other little kids from my mum's village of Satua, Western Samoa. I was quite young then, so I always followed my older cousin around.

It was the middle of the night, and most of the kids were used to hiding anywhere in the dark. I wasn't used to it as I was only there for the Christmas holidays. I actually live in Australia.
Anyway, we all went to hide. Since we were all hiding in the graveyard, we all found our way around in the light that the church cast onto the graveyard. We all hid in the shadows and waited for the boy. We could all hear the boy coming, so we kept quiet. The boy was pretty loud, so we watched what he was making a fuss about. He had walked into the church as he thought that his brother was hiding there.
As he walked into the church, he later told us, he saw a boy standing right at the front of the altar.
He didn't know if it was his brother because the boy's back was turned. He ran up and tapped this boy on the shoulder. As soon as he did this, the strange boy disappeared! Our friend fainted!
We went home to tell his parents and we returned with the boy's parents to find him still lying there, dead still.
The parents took the boy home and we never played in the graveyard at night again. We later found out that the boy's brother had been at home the whole time and he hadn't been to the church at all! What really scared us was that the boy who fainted has been ill since that night and he still hasn't recovered to this day. Whoever it was in the church must have been pretty mad that we kids had disturbed him!-- Paulina T.

CHRISTMAS GHOST'S CARESS

It was Christmas time of 1995 or '96 at my aunt's house on a reservation in North Dakota. Some of my family was in the living room watching television, the kids were playing in the rooms or sleeping, and my uncle, aunt and I were sitting at the table putting a puzzle together. My cousin, who worked at a casino, would come home around midnight or 1 a.m.

This night, as she pulled up and was walking toward the house, she looked in the window and saw me sitting at the table, my uncle sitting across from me and someone standing to the left of me and someone standing in the corner, so she continued to walk in the house thinking nothing of it.
When she got in she said her hellos, put her stuff away and came and joined us at the table.
As we were sitting there talking, she looked at me and asked who was standing next to me a few minutes ago and who was in the corner. I told her no one and she said, "Yeah, there was someone standing next to you.

It looked like your mom and she was playing with your hair." (I have long hair, which I used to wear down all the time.) She said this person was running her hand on my hair, like a mother does to a child.

It kinda freaked me out, being I was probably only 12 or 13 at the time. My cousin swears up and down that someone was standing over me rubbing my head and watching me put the puzzle together with my aunt and uncle, and that there was another person standing behind this person. We got around to thinking it was probably her mom she saw. (She passed away on her birthday a week before Christmas back in 1992.)

In my family we consider our aunts and uncles to be just like our moms and dads. After thinking that it could have been her, it didn't scare me so much.  However, we couldn't figure out who the person was standing in the corner. And always around Christmas time something strange always happens... and we just think it's her visiting us.-- V. Page

SANTA STUFFS THE STOCKINGS

When I was nine years old (I am 30 now), I could not get too sleep on Christmas Eve because I was excited about presents and wondered if my parents had anything to do with the gifts that I received from Santa the year before.

That night it was hot because the heater was on (I lived in Texas), so I got thirsty. Also, I was wanting to spy. I got out of bed and cracked open my door to make sure no one was out in the living room, so that way I could get something to drink.

When I opened the door, I saw someone bent over, then he stood up.It was Santa Claus, dressed in the red and white get-up! Something strange was that I could see the Christmas lights from the tree shining through him. He was taking the stockings down off the mantel and placing them on the coffee table. When he started to turn around to put the next stocking on the table, I closed the door and jumped into bed.

The next morning I woke up and told my sister what I had seen. I told her where he had put the stockings. When we went into the living room, the stockings were where I said he had put them. We both turned and looked at each other and froze for a moment. From then on, I have told everyone that I believe in Santa! -- Misty G.

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 cater-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. -- Karrie K

And to all a good night.....

9/22/2015

MERCY BROWN, THE RHODE ISLAND VAMPIRE-IS SHE LOOKING FOR HER HEART THAT WAS CUT FROM HER BODY AND BURNED OR HER NEXT TASTE OF BLOOD???


 Vampires?  They bite you on the neck...... they suck all the blood out of you .........and then  they turn into bats and fly off into the night.  Nothing to major.  Right?  Do they even exist??? Listen….I believe that spirits can fly all around us and through walls and move things…..so who am I to judge. J 
The cases of Vampires all over the world before, during and after “Dracula” both seduces and frightened u but the case of Mercy Brown, the Rhode Island Vampire now here's a FRIGHTENING story!!!!

Mercy Brown has the distinction of being the last of the North American vampires-at least in the traditional sense.  Mercy Lena Brown was a farmer’s daughter and an upstanding member of rural Exeter, Rhode Island.  On March 17, 1892, Mercy’s body was exhumed from the cemetery because members of the community suspected the vampire Mercy Brown was attacking her dying brother, Edwin.
 
The Brown family had tragic loss after loss.  Consumption (known to us today as pulmonary tuberculosis) took its first victim from the Brown family in Dec. 1883 when it took Mercy’s mother, Mary Brown.  Seven months later, the Brown’s eldest daughter, Mary Olive, also died of consumption.  The Brown’s only son, Edwin contracted the disease and was sent away for treatment.  But the treatment could not help Edwin as he continued to get worse, so he returned home to die.  Mercy by this time had contracted the disease as well and shortly died after Edwin returned.   Her grave is located in Exeter, Rhode Island Historical Cemetery Number 22 behind the Chestnut Hill Baptist Church.

George Brown began to panic!  He had lost his wife, two daughters and now his only son. The doctors back then had no explanation for what had taken the lives of his family.  Rumors of vampires in this area were commonly talked about back in the 1800’s.  George felt his family was cursed.  He was willing to do ANYTHING to stop the evil that was plaguing his family.  He WAS EVEN willing to dig up the body of his deceased daughter, remove her heart, burn it, and feed the ashes to his son because he felt he had no other choice. YUCK!!! YUCK!!! YUCK!!!! (Sorry, but that is YUCKY)

Folklore says that after that….Mercy turned over in her grave!!!  There’s a newspaper report that says she wasn’t actually interred in the ground.   She was actually buried in an above-ground crypt, because bodies were stored in the wintertime when the ground was frozen and they couldn’t really dig a hole.  When the spring came, they would bury them then.
Because of the questions concerning Mercy’s body, they had her body examined.  The report stated that “her heart and liver had blood in it.  And it was LIQUID blood which meant to them that is was FRESH”!
Even though Mr. Brown believed that “cutting out the heart of a vampire, burning it and feeding it to a victim, would kill the vampire and the victim would have the curse of the vampire broken and would heal, Mr. Brown’s son still died a couple months later.
Today some claim to see Mercy Brown’s spirit near her headstone.  Others have also spotted a glowing ball of light above her grave.  Is Mercy looking for her HEART or her next “taste of BLOOD”?????
I would LOVE to know if anyone else have heard about Mercy or has visited her grave.  :)
 

11/04/2014

WHY DOESN'T ANYONE WANT TO TALK ABOUT GHOSTS????

So, I am finally back from vacation!!!!  It was GREAT fun but now it's back to reality... LOL  But....the good part about that is that I MISSED YOU GUYS and am so happy to be back.





I wanted to have a really GREAT SCARY story to write about over the Halloween holiday and thought what a better place to find that than in JAMAICA...mon.......sorry....picked up a little Jamaican lingo there...LOL

First, I want to speak to the general belief of ghosts and hauntings in Jamaica. It seems, that everyone on the island has had an encounter, or a good ghost story to tell but in the same breath....if you ask about GHOSTS or hauntings you will find out real quick...they DO NOT want to talk about it...well, in public at least.  It seemed like every time we brought up ghosts to ANYONE they had that "dear in the headlight look".....you know.....the one like....."did you REALLY just ask me that????".

Jamaican's believe in what is known as a Duppy. Duppy is a Jamaican Patois word of West African origin meaning ghost or spirit. Duppies are generally regarded as malevolent spirits and pure EVIL.They are said to come out and haunt people at night mostly, and people from the islands claim to have seen them. The 'Rolling Calf','Three footed horse' or 'Old Higue' are examples of the more malicious spirits.  Duppy folklore originates from West Africa. A duppy can be either the manifestation (in human or animal form) of the soul of a dead person, or a malevolent supernatural being. In Obeah, a person is believed to possess two souls - a good soul and an earthly soul. In death, the good soul goes to heaven to be judged by God, while the earthly spirit remains for three days in the coffin with the body, where it may escape if proper precautions are not taken, and appear as a duppy.

Anyway, we took a tour to the St. Peter's Anglican Church in Falmouth, Jamaica.  The original Church was destroyed by the great earthquake of 1692 in Port Royal. A second Church which was constructed shortly after, was destroyed by fire in 1703. A plaque outside the vestry of St. Peter's Church, records that it was rebuilt between 1725-1726.


St. Peters Anglican Church
Falmouth, Jamaica
Since 1726, the building has undergone much restoration. Its walls are now faced with cement marked to simulate stone blocks, thus hiding the original brick walls of the Church. The original black and white tiles can still be seen in the aisles of the Church.  If you would like to read more on the church click on the link below.

http://falmouth.lib.virginia.edu/exhibits/show/falmouth/duke-street/st--peter-s-anglican-church


The church is very beautiful but believe it or not the church was built OVER and around a cemetery!  That's right...there are tombstones everywhere!  In front, in back, on the sides, some even appear to be protruding out from underneath the church!







Many of the gravestones in the church cemetery are over 200 years old.  Some graves were decorated with seashells. Apparently this is a custom practiced in places in the world where African slaves were sent. They said the sea had brought them to their new country and the sea would return them to Africa when they died. “The sea brought us- the sea shall take us back.”  But we found current graves with dates as recent as 2011.

Now, is it haunted??? I personally did could not find any information on any hauntings around this church.  But with the history of the land, and many stories of abused slaves and many are buried around the church, I find it hard to believe that there aren't some restless spirits wondering around.
I took tons of pics and didn't even catch an orb!  But then again, it was late in the afternoon, still plenty of daylight and many visitors to the church.  So......I don't know.  This would be a great place to investigate at night when things were quiet.....IF you could get someone to allow you in.

Oh well, it was still an awesome place to visit and would suggest that if you are ever in Falmouth, Jamaica check it out. :)