My Poor Neglected Blog!

My poor blog as been neglected for far too long, but I do have ideas for new posts. So look for that very soon!

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The Old Hag

The Old Hag Syndrome is a sleep state that has effected people for years all around the world, including myself. I've had this happen around ten times so far throughout my life, each episode terrifying, leaving me to feel as if I might be dying. But how real is it? If there anything to it other than just a myth?

If you have experienced it, then you know what it's like to be in that half awake state and be paralyzed, feeling as if someone is holding you down, sucking the breath from you.

My last episode happened in my old house(the haunted one, see earlier blog post), it left me sleeping with the lights on at night, which I do to this day. Yup, I can't sleep in the dark anymore without feeling smothered.

I'm interested in hearing about other peoples experienced. If you have had The Old Hag, I'd like to read about how you dealt with it.

Have you ever encountered a ghost?

If you go back and read my first post on this blog, you will discover that I lived in a haunted house for a period of almost three years.

My experiences varied, but seemed to increase more as time passed. In the end, I sold because I didn't want to live with it any longer among other things.

My question is: Have you ever encountered what you think might have been a ghost?

What's creepy to you?

The idea for this blog post just came to me last night during one of my nightly walks to the bathroom.
First off I detest mirrors even during the daylight hours but at night, they creep the hell out of me.
I also hate windows that face out onto darkness. Somehow I always expect to see someone or something staring back at me.
What stuff creeps you out?

Can you see it?

Spring Heeled Jack, Man or Myth?

Spring Heeled Jack, just the very mention of his name evokes images of terror from yesteryear.

The first reported sighting of this dubious character was in 1837, with further reports coming in from all areas of London, other parts of England, and right up into Scotland.

Urban legend or demon? Who is to say. But for a period in time he seemed to bring down a reign of terror for all those who claimed to have had encounters with him.
He was frightful in appearance, with claw like hands and eyes like balls of fire. It was claimed he could also leap high in the air, landing on the tops of buildings. All this was wrapped in a black cloak with a rubber- like black skin covering his body.

Man or myth? But when he/it started to attack people, there was an uprising and many sought to drive him/it for whence it came from.

One woman claimed to have been blinded by the fire Spring Heeled Jack spit from his mouth. Another said he appeared out of nowhere and clawed at her face and chest.
The last reported sighting of Spring Heeled Jack came during the 1870's. That is in England...

This story also has a local connection. In 1929, residents of St. John's, Newfoundland claimed to have spotted a being, dressed in black leaping the rooftops of the city. And while he didn't attack anyone as in England, they said while leaping, he'd let out a erie laugh into the night. Could it have been Spring Heeled Jack?

I hope you enjoyed this little tale. Real or not it makes for one heck of an interesting read.

Cheers.

Memories of Halloween

From the smell of woodsmoke in the crisp night air, to the smell of the grease paint we used on our faces, these are just a few of the things that evoke memories of Halloween's past.
As a child, this was my second favourite time of year, the first being Christmas.
I remember getting out from school and literally running home to wolf down supper, just to get a head start on getting reading for trick-or-treating.
While some carried pillowcases for their loot, I always preferred a highly decorated plastic bag, making sure I had extras in my pocket if needed.
We'd run from door to door, talking amongst each other, figuring out which house was best to hit first.
There was a magic in the air and everything felt sinister. Back then I even remember looking at the night sky, thinking that I just might spot a witch gliding past the moon on her broom. Ghosts lurked everywhere, providing that extra thrill we all so desired.
These memories comfort me now, and I smile whenever this time of year comes around.

What memories do you have of Halloween?