Timmy's blog: "oooo, scary!!"

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door-- Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-- Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore-- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-- 'Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered-- Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never--nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!-- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore-- Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!

Just south of San Antonio, Texas, there is an intersection of roadway and railroad track that has become very famous in the paranormal and urban legends catagory. The intersection was the site of a tragic accident in which several children were killed - but their ghosts forever remain at the spot. And the curious from all over the world come to this intersection of railroad track and roadway to witness firsthand the paranormal phenomena they've heard takes place there. This is the story as I have heard and read about it. Back in the early to mid 70's, a school bus full of children was making its way down the road and toward the intersection when it stalled out on the railroad tracks. A speeding train, going way to fast to slow down in time, smashed broad side into the bus.The crash killed 10 of the children and the bus driver. Since that dreadful accident almost 30 years ago, any car stopped near or on the railroad tracks will be pushed by unseen hands across the tracks to safety. It is supposedly the spirits of the children, who push the cars across the tracks to prevent a another accident and tragedy like the one they suffered. Everday, cars will stop on the haunted intersection to see if the legend is true. The driver of the car will stop some 20 to 30 yards from the tracks and puts the car in neutral gear. And sure enough, even though the car is going up an incline toward the tracks, the car begins to roll. It rolls very slowly at first, then steadily gaining speed - seemingly of its own accord and against gravity - up and over the tracks. This has been tested time and time again, and cars really do roll up and over the tracks - every time. The best part about this legend is as follows. Before you put your car in position near the tracks, sprinkle a light film of white powder - like talcum or baby powder - over the car's trunk and rear bumper. After the vehicle goes up and over the rail road tracks and comes to a halt. Go behind your vehicle. You will see tiny sets of fingerprints and handprints all over the back of the vehicle.these prints are those of the ghost children that were killed all those years ago. Many who have tried it swear that indeed they can see the evidence of small children's handprints in the powder.

Of all tales and legends of the supernatural and paranormal, this story is arguably the most documented, the most chilling, and one of the most difficult to explain. As the legend is told, Some 1500 years before Christ, there lived an egyptian princess known only as The Princess of Amen-Ra. When the princess past on, she was placed in an ornate gold coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor. Luxor was a city on the banks of the Nile. The Princess of Amen-Ra laid in her tomb, undisturbed, for over 3000 years. That all changed in 1898, when she was unearthed during and excavation of Luxor. During the excavations, 4 rich young Englishmen were invited to visit the dig. While there, one of the excavators offered the 4 men the oppertunity to buy a gold coffin containing the mummified remains of The Princess of Amen-Ra. The four men drew lots to decide who would get the priceless piece. The man who won had to pay several thousand pounds for the ornate coffin. He had the coffin shipped directly to his hotel room, where he could examine it more closly. Later that night, the man was seen walking out toward the desert. The man never returned to the hotel, and was never seen again. The next day, one of the remaining three men claimed ownership of the coffin. He was shot accidenally,later that day, by an Egyptian police officer. His arm was so severly wounded, that a local Egyptian doctor had to amputate it. The mummy and coffin where then given to the third man in the group. The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire life savings had gone bankrupt. He committed suicide that same day. The fourth and last man in the group suffered a severe illness soon after taking possesion of the mummy. Because of the illness, he lost his job, and was reduced to selling matches and apples on street corners. Soon after the misfortune of the 4 englishmen, a London buisnessman bought the mummy and coffin from an undisclosed dealer. Soon after purchusing the infamous mummy, his wife and 2 of his children were killed in a road accident. Along with that, his house was damaged by a fire. The buisness man decided to get rid of the mummy, and donated it to a British Museum. The coffin and mummy arrived to the museum on a truck three days after being donated. As the coffin was being unloaded, the truck rolled back and crushed a passerby. After getting the coffin off the truck, it was brought up stairs by two workers. One of the workers fell, later on, and broke his leg. The other workers fate was far worse. Seemingly in perfect health, he died 2 days later of unknown causes. Once the Princess of Amen-Ra and her gold coffin were placed in the Egyptian room, all kinds of strange things started happening. The museum's 3rd shift security guards frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing coming from inside the coffin. Other exhibits in the room would fly off their shelves, and some pieces would disappear, only to be found in other rooms in the museum. One time, a security guard on the night shift made an obsene gesture to the coffin. His partner found him in the room two hours later. He was dead. The security gaurd that found him quit soon after. No one ever wanted to go near the coffin. The cleaning crew wouldn't go anywhere near it. Only once did a cleaner go next to the coffin. Two days later, his son died of the measles. Finally, after only a month of being displayed, the owners of the museum had the coffin put in the basement. Figuring that the Princess of Amen-Ra could do no harm down there. They were quite mistaken. Within one week of the move. One of the helpers went seriously ill, and died. Soon after that, the supervisor of the move fas found dead in his office. By the time the supervisor was found, word had leaked out to the media about the mummy. An asspiring journalist was granted permission to photograph the gold coffin. After taking a few pictures of the coffin, he went home and developed them. When they were developed, the journalist made an astonishing discovery. The paiting on the top of the coffin was that of a horriying, disfigured human face. After seeing this grotesque picture, he went into his bedroom, took out a gun, and shot himself. Soon after the journalist committed suicide, the museum sold the mummy and coffin to a private collector. During the short time it was on display in his house, many people that came into the house either got very ill, or was found dead for no exact reason. The owner eventually banished it to the attic, after no one wanted to take it off his hands. A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, was invited to visit the premises. Upon entering the house, she suddenly felt a dark energy swirling about the home. Determined to find the source, Madame Helena started to search the whole house. She was immedialty drwawn to the attic. Upon entering the attic, she had no trouble finding the source of the problem. The owner, who was now frantic because he brough this casket ito his own home, asked Madame Helena if she could exorcise the evil energy. "There is no way possible to exorcise evil. Evil remains evil forever. What was never good, can never be good." said Madame Helena. " I implore you to get rid of this ghastly monstrosity as soon as you can." Frantic to get rid of the casket and mummy, the gentleman contacted every museum in the area. But no one would even consider taking the cursed piece. The fact that over 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster, illness, and/or death from either owning or handling the casket. And all those misfortunes happened in barely a ten year span, was now very well known. After months of searching for someone to take the mummy, the gentleman was contacted by an American archaeologist. He wanted to buy the princess and her casket, saying that the misfortunes that surounded it was nothing more than quirks of circumstance. The American paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal from England to New York. In April of 1912, the new owner of the princess and her casket, escorted his treasure aboard a cruise liner set to sail for America. This brand new White Star Liner was about to make its maiden voyage to New York. On the night of April 14, 1912, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied about 1,500 other passengers of that new White Star Liner to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. The name of the ship was of course, the H.M.S. TITANIC.

As the legend is told, a young couple living in a large house, had gone out to a dinner party one evening. The couple had left their babysitter in charge of their two children at the house. With the children already in bed, she decided to go into th living room and watch some television for a while. As she was about to get comfortable on the couch, the phone rang. As she picked up the reciever, all she heard was a man laughing menicingly, and a voice that said " I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up. Thinking it was a prank phone call or someone just trying to scare her, she slammed the receiver down and turned up the television. A few minutes later the phone rang again. As she picked it up, she could her the unmistakable laughter coming over the phone line. She then heard the man say, once again, " I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up. Getting very frightened and worried, she hung the phone up. Not knowing what to do, the babysitter calls the operator. The operator tells her that they would notify the police and, should he decided to call again, to keep him talking in order to give the police time to trace the call. Only a few minutes after she finished talking with the operator, the phone rang again. It was the voice again. After he said, "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up," she tried to stall him by askin why he was doing this to her. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he hung up the phone on her. Only seconds later the phone rang again. This time it was the operator, who said, "Get out of the house right now, we traced the call and its coming from the upstairs phone. The man is in the house with you.". The baby-sitter dropped the phone and, at the same time, heard someone runnin down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. The police burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher's knife. The man had broken in through one of the windows upstairs. He murdered both of the children while they slept, and was just about to do the same to the babysitter when the police arrived