Graveyard Bones from Ghost to Ghost-part 2

This is the second installment of my paranormal postings. You can check out the first one here.

Cemeteries and graveyards tend to be associated with ghosts and scary happenings. If you believe ghosts are simply imprints of a life once lived, a soul with unfinished business, or the spirit returning to loved ones, then it seems odd that they should reside in such a place. They can be peaceful places, but you have to admit, as the sun sets and shadows appear…things starts to get spooky.

Abney Park, London

Old St. Mary’s, London

There’s nothing better than a stroll through an overgrown graveyard…in daylight.

Here is supposed evidence of a haunt in a graveyard as seen on Ghost Hunters.


Sometimes graveyards spring up in odd places. Cow fields, playgrounds, front yards, and car parks. I’m sure most people have caught wind of the Richard III discovery. How glamorous. I wonder if he got a laugh from it or was appalled as his grave was decorated with asphalt. Did he haunt the place? Anyone?

I’m impartial when it comes to believing in life after death, but I’m open. I do enjoy a good ghost story, real or created. Some of the best stories I heard are those from CBS Radio Mystery Theatre, Lights out and similar programs from long ago. Relic Radio is a good site to check out for old Horror radio programs, as well as other genres. You can find a whole load of CBS RMT episodes here.

Have you ever been curious to know what it’s like to haunt a house as a ghost? You can have a go if fancy! Play Haunt the House.




Graveyard Bones from Ghost to Ghost

For the past few days I have been listening to past episodes of Ghost to Ghost AM (the annual Halloween show for Coast to Coast AM). Listeners phone in to tell George Noory (and Art Bell when he was a presenter) their personal ghost stories. Some of which are truly spine tingling and eerie. I have delved into the world of spirits and supernatural most of my life, but of late, it had seeped into the nether regions of my brain. These shows have brought forth memories and ideas which I have held regarding ghosts, spirits, entities and such. I was a fervent believer as a child, however, my certainty has faded as I grow older and more stupid. I maintain healthy skepticism and I’m chillin’ on the fence like a beat up old ear-torn alley cat. I have a few tales of my own I should like to share with my reader (or readers, if I may be so bold). 

My first encounter started when I was a young child.  I woke up one April Fool’s morning to the sound of crying. I walked into the kitchen and I was told my aunt had passed away.  A few days later we traveled to my grandparents’ house in the mountains to stay for the duration of funeral festivities. One night either before, on, or after the funeral  we all retired to our respective bedrooms. I slept in the same bed as my mom in my Aunt’s old bedroom. As my mom often does, she was reading a book and the lamp was left on. Late in the night I suddenly woke up and I could hear my mom snoring, and the lamp was still on.  The blanket which covered us suddenly begin to pull itself  uniformly up towards my shoulders. I…strangely, was not frightened but I suspect a bit of “WTF?!?!” was going on in my brain as I called out to my mother and she said simply in her sleep something like “It’s nadie”. Well, who the hell “Nadie” was I didn’t know, except I would later find out “Nadie” was a great-great grandma of mine I never met. 

From then on, as I grew older, I became aware of strange things happening back home.  One time I was sitting in my bedroom floor looking at some stuff and a wire hanger flew from one corner of my bedroom to where I sat. That time I freaked out big time.

I would see glowing lights outside of a window, and knocks from outside of the house were frequent when the house was quiet or I was home alone. My family were open to such strange and unusual incidents and so I was never made to feel I had gone insane or anything like that. 

I have for you now two photographs taken back in 2002. This was taken with 35 mm black and white film. I heard my cats playing around and knocking things over so I had to go out to break up the party. I opened my door to find all four cats looking towards me and I thought it was the funniest thing so I snapped a few shots and this is what I found:

Is this a ghost? You decide. 


Rats- Friend, Foe…or Fried?

I’d like to talk about rats.  A nightmare to some, pets for a few and testing subjects for us all. 


Personally, I happen to like rats. I happen to like most things that have a mother (except some monkeys and people, and I’m not too sure about cockroaches, but I do miss having them around) So, I find it hard to understand why they have such a horrific time in our world. Getting blamed for wiping out a chunk of the population (did they really do this?) and remunerating mankind by sacrificing themselves as lab animals, doomed to spend their lives as test subjects for the prevention of human death, longevity of human beauty and food preservation for human consumption.  Why?

Ah well…unpleasant as it may be, you would think they would gain some respect in the process. Without them, you could argue, medicinal advances would not be made and we would not have the privilege of paying half our wages for health insurance, to which we are denied should we have the gall to make a claim to it and therefore we die young anyway. 

Why then must these little creatures, as well as many others sustain this torture under the guise of health, happiness and prosperity. Ah.. I think that last one may have something to do with it… 

Anyway, it’s rather unfortunate but there are ways we may be able to rectify this unfairness. Even if you haven’t got the means to rally up protesters or anything (like, would that even make a difference? what, for five minutes, maybe)

You can change your world by changing the way you think.  If you disagree with such things, then the first place to start would be to abstain from all that which is derived in this manner.
 Start with one thing this week. It may not make an immediate difference, but the journey of a thousand leagues begins with a single step.

In anycase, I have come across some interesting examples of evil rats.   The first being the James Herbert Trilogy. I have only read 2.5 of the three. I…got distracted.  The first in the trilogy as you well know was fabo. I suppose when you get into the second and third, you know what you’re up against. There is no invisible terror in the begining and a monster you cannot see is by far greater and more powerful than one which you can see. 
 Deadly Eyes is crap. I’m sorry but it’s crap.

but the rats are hilarious

Here is another example of a rat that should not exist if, in fact, it did exist. 

Giant rat caught in China

Eating wires is a particularly bad habit of rats and mice. In fact a similar episode like the woman in this article happened to my mom, which would be particularly bad if something like this was alive and making it’s way to you, car or no car.
 For reference, this is what the Montauk Monster looked like. Based on its teeth and front paws, the creature was determined to most likely be a raccoon.
 And it would not be advisable to eat these creatures, because as one Joel Brinkley points out, it makes you aggressive. ( Like we need to eat rats to be aggressive, we practically are rats, less civilized, perhaps.)

And one more mention of these little darling rodents…