Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Blood on the Mattress



When my grandma was growing up in Costa Rica around 1940-something her mother was dating a guy who seemed like bad news. Just all around weird guy, neither my grandma or her sister liked him. Their mother wouldn't listen. He's fine, he takes care of us, etc.

Except one night this guy decides he's had enough of "being nice" and "taking care of them". He decides to murder my great grandma in her bed via a hammer to the skull. There is a LOT of blood. Not just on the walls and ceiling but soaking into the mattress beneath the body. My grandma and her sister come home to find their mom dead, their house covered in blood and the murderer nowhere to be found. So they call the police, the police take the body away, do a cursory examination of the crime scene and call it a day. It was rural Costa Rica before the Second World War. There wasn't a lot they could do forensically and the only thing they had to go on was the fact that the boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

So the police leave, leaving twelve year old grandma and her nine year old sister to clean up the mess. They scrub the blood off the walls and ceiling then realize something. If they throw away the bloody mattress then they have no bed left. The one they shared with their mother was the only bed in the house. So, being poor and frugal, they decide to flip the mattress. My grandma held the bottom end while her sister turned the whole thing up on one end. Instead of flipping the mattress my grandma ended up doused in all the blood that had been pooling inside of it. Apparently it was cold, and thick, and more like syrup than liquid. To this day my family maintains that getting doused in her murdered mother's blood was what turned her into the crazy/evil woman we all know..

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Lady in White

The summer before all my friends and I left for college was one of those perfect times in your life. You all probably know what I'm talking about, bonfires, parties, and all that stuff. On one particular late night myself and group of friends are bored until one friend suggests we visit a place called Beil Hill. Now its important to remember the friend who suggested it never mentioned any specific lore or stories, just that it was allegedly haunted. So we figure why not, I mean who doesn't love a good creepy place to visit every once in a while?

So five of us pile into my old Cavalier and we take Route 18 into the Pennsylvania countryside. So we get there and almost immediately all of our moods change from joking to dead serious. We see this dirt hill that looks like it belongs in another time. Despite our diminishing bravado not one of us would dare chicken out(mostly because we have a girl with us)

 The hill goes up on a high slant so I drive up to the hilltop and turn the car around so we can go down slowly and take in the surroundings. While I creep down the hill I start to slow down to stop. I see this fence but its not normal and my friend in the passenger seat thought the same. This thing is made up of a pile of gnarled and old looking timber. I remember thinking it looked like those stick things they find in the Blair Witch Project. While myself and my friend in the passenger seat look at this odd fence I hear "Huh?" from my back seat. Before I can react everyone in the back starts screaming. "GO NOW!" DRIVE!" So I don't even hesitate and haul ass off the hill and start speeding toward civilization.

As soon as I get back on Route 18, I start to realize that they must be fucking with me. So naturally ask what they saw and everyone starts talking at once. "There was a light at the top of the hill." "It was moving towards us." Okay that was weird, I was on the hill so I doubt they saw a porch-light, so yeah they have to be fucking with me. So I ask more questions hoping to catch them in a lie or a contradiction. Bad idea. They all get very angry at my skepticism and claim that there was something under my car. They said they saw something crawl out from under the car like a spider. They said it was "flowing" as it came into view but the girl in the back said it was a dress as she put her face in her hands. The other friend said it seemed like it was maneuvering back towards my car as I was driving off the hill like it was "coming back at us" the others corroborate this. Alright, they must be going for an Oscar and we go home.

A few weeks later I'm out and about and run into an old local history buff and for whatever the reason I mention the story in passing. His response still creeps me out. "Oh, the lady in white?" I slowly turn around and ask him to explain. He goes on about a story of a woman who was killed in a carriage accident on the hill in the late 1800s, she was killed by a fence. He says according to some folks, she roams the hill and the surrounding farms dressed in white with a lantern, trying to find her way home in the dark. This brings me to a few weeks ago. I've just graduated college and came back home while I look for work so naturally I reconnect with some of those old friends and the subject of Beil Hill comes up. Sure enough the details are the same. Like I said reddit, I'm a skeptical guy. But sometimes I catch myself wondering about the Lady and the Lantern on Beil Hill.
Some proof its a legend http://i.imgur.com/29079lX.png

Friday, September 11, 2015

Creepy Encounter at Camp



When I was about 10 years old I went on a field trip with my 4th grade class to a summer camp. For the most part , it was a typical experience. Rafting, bad food in the mess hall, hiking, campfires, etc. Hell one of my friends did the typical movie thing and brought dirty magazine's from home. We were supposed to be there for 4 days, I only lasted about 3.

It was late at night cause I stayed up to do the Trash duty and clean the mess hall, after I picked up the final granola bar wrapper I made my way to the showers to clean up before turning in for the night. Halfway through, I hear a loud shuffling sound outside the showers. I stop what I'm doing and listen intently, but the shuffling stops. I assume it's my friends pranking me as they typically do, and get out of the showers.

Just to put this into perspective, the showers and the boys cabins are a good walk away with NO way to illuminate your surroundings, that's why they shower before dark and with groups, to make sure nobody gets lost. For someone like me whose by himself having to navigate his way through the woods, it's pretty fucking terrifying! To make matters worse, the flashlight I brought was back at the cabin. So I was stuck having to navigate my way back with a piece of shit lantern that barely gave me enough light.

So anyway, I grab the lantern, and start my walk to the cabins. About halfway through I hear this ungodly loud moan coming from right the fuck in front of me! I panic and drop the lantern, running in the opposite direction of the sound, I can't see anything and in my haste I fall on something. I examine the thing I fell on and realize it's squishy and soaking wet. I hear the moaning again from behind me and book it to the direction of the cabins. I'm instantly greeted by 3 flashlights and concerned looks.

Apparently the other campers heard the moans and the counselors went to investigate, only to find me. Covered in head to toe in fucking blood! They brought me back to the cabins and I'm immediately bombarded with questions about what I saw. My friends shut them up after a while.

The next day I went home. Could you blame me? I was NOT gonna stay there after the shit I've been through. I almost forgot about this incident until a while ago when I was reminiscing about this with one of my friends who stayed at the camp. I asked him what happened after I left and what he told me made the blood freeze in my body.

Apparently after I left, the moans at night got louder and closer to the cabins and freaked everyone the fuck out, and as for that big mound I fell on, while the counselors were investigating the source of the moaning, they found a deer on the trail I was on. The head was ripped clean off, and it's entrails were laying in a separate pile next to the carcass.

That's my encounter. To this day, it remains the scariest experience I've ever had in my life. Everyone I've told thinks that I'm bullshitting it, but my friends who were there always defend me. I still don't know what the fuck was in the woods that night.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Scary Doll


Scary Carpark

I was in a KFC carpark at about 8pm, and I had gotten out of my car to fetch something from the boot before I could go through the drive through. My car was still running, the door was wide open and the car park only had one other car in it, which was just a bit ahead of where mine was parked.

I was closing the door to the boot and the other car honked their horn, however I could see no reason why, I wasn't in their way and they could have driven past with ease. I was tired and they were being rude, so I gave them the finger before I began walking back to my door. Then the man in the passenger side of the other car jumped out, left his door wide open and began running towards my car.

At this point I shat myself, because there was nobody else around and I'm a young female who at the time had no idea how to defend myself against a potential threat, so as soon as I was back in my car I locked the doors and began to drive towards the exit of the carpark. However, the man hadn't managed to get to my car on time, so the woman who was driving their car began accelerating towards the exit of the carpark to try and block me in whilst the man ran towards my car again at the exit.

I managed to get past their car by driving over the pavement, and the relentless creeps followed me for about 15 minutes before vanishing. I ended up driving around for a while in the opposite direction of where I was living at the time, and went to stay with a friend for a few hours before actually driving home.