Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 31

Dear Fake Diary On My Microsoft Word,

When I wake up, this had better be a dream.

Not that I don’t enjoy entertaining and consoling my dead ex-boyfriend…

I really do; I always love entertaining and consoling guys.

Just not…well…dead ones. Dustin thinks it is extremely funny that I am writing a diary while he’s sitting next to me. I personally do not think there is anything funny about sitting next to a ghost while writing in a fake diary because your nerves are frazzled beyond repair. I need to talk, and Mr. Dead Boy isn’t working. That was just for you, Dustin. So, anyhow, I guess you’d want to know how this happened. Well, sorry, honey, but I have no idea. All I know is, in the middle of the night, I woke up to my ex-boyfriend (Dustin) leaning over me over me, a scared look on his face. Now, me, I would have probably screamed out of shock, because I was in the presence of a guy and wearing my boy short boxers and a barely toddler sized shirt. I was practically naked! But, Dustin was covering my mouth, because he knows me so well. He looked surprised for a second, thenrelieved. Hmm

I almost fainted and pulled his hand away, trying to figure out what to say to him first. What are you doing here? How did you get here? How did you get in? Why are you here? And of course, the ever-popular ex-girlfriend question: Do you have a new girlfriend? Believe me, I was seriously considering asking him that question. Haha. Sorry, off topic. Anyhow, I didn’t have to ask him anything; it turned out, because he pulled me up and sat down next to me.

” Lily, I’ve got to tell you something” He started, looking down. He actually still looked scared, which confused me, considering I am not that scary to talk to. Little did I know he wasn’t scared of me, but of his lack of a heartbeat. Ha. Sorry, I just love those little jokes. I leaned back, trying to cover my legs from him, and … Wait, he says to add something

that I have beautiful legs and I shouldn’t hide them. Kiss up.

And I said ” Could it have waited to the…um… morning? There’s this amazing thing called a phone and, you, erm, push the buttons and boom! I’m on the phone

!” He laughed, but kind of sadly,

“Yeah, but I can’t use the phone now. You see my god… this is so harddon’t freak out, ok?” I nodded, wondering what was up, and why he couldn’t use the phone. He looked at me for a moment, and then started to get up,

“Never mind, I…I don’t know-” He ran his hand though his hair and I knew there was something seriously up. He had only done that once in our relationship, and that was when he was breaking up with me. I caught his arm, trying not to notice how warm he was(Gimme a break, I was still attracted to him).

” Tell me, come on, I won’t freak out, Dust, you know me.” I said soothingly, knowing he would open up when he heard his nickname. He leaned back and closed his eyes. ” I don’t know, Lily, it’s just so screwed up, I swear-I- I think I’m-” he bit his lip and looked at me. All these things started going through my head.

Specifically one, a weirdly strong thought.

“You’re gay aren’t you?” I whispered.

He seemed taken back by this, and then he looked angry. He frowned at me. “Lily, this is not funny. I am not gay.”

He looked at me, realizing I was not joking, by the relief I’m sure he saw on my face. He rolled his eyes, and chuckled. “You think I’m gay?”

I shook my head, “Well, if that’s not it, then…?”

He looked stricken. “Fine, I’ll just say it… I think I’m dead.”

To be Continued

Supernatural activity: True or false? – Part 20

True! Here’s a true story for you:

The Haunting of the Doll Named Robert in Monroe County, Key West, Florida

The Artist House, where the Robert doll resides, was built in 1898 by a Mr. Thomas Otto and his wife. The Otto’s were known for abusing their servants and one of these servants, a serving girl, was said to have been accomplished in the art of voodoo.

The young servant girl gave a doll to Gene, the Otto’s son. It is said that the doll was hexed with a voodoo curse, which would explain some of the strange happenings that occurred in the house after that.

Gene promptly named the doll “Robert” and he took him everywhere. The Otto’s often heard Gene talking to the doll and then they would here him answering in another voice. Gene’s mother heard these conversations and would sometimes throw the bedroom door open and find Gene cowering in a corner and the doll perched on the bed on in a chair starring down at the boy.

Strange things began happening in the house and each time something occurred, Gene would say, “Robert did it.” Some of these happenings include servants being locked out, dishes being thrown about the dining room, clothing and bedding torn up and even some of Gene’s most prized toys were found mutilated.

Soon family members and close friends began to believe that the doll was responsible. Many had claimed to hear the doll giggling, some caught glimpses of it while it ran up the steps and some even saw the doll looking out of the window at them!

When Gene grew up, he didn’t move out of his parent’s home and he never let go of the doll. Many believe that the doll had a hold on Gene that was unbreakable.

After Gene’s parents died, Gene spent day-after-day in the house with the doll. The staff slowly began renouncing their positions until none of them were left. Gene and his “possessed” doll were the gossip of the town.

Eventually Gene took a wife but the marriage was doomed from the start. Gene apparently continued to take the doll everywhere he went. The doll even had his own special place at the diner table, as well as, his favorite chair beside Gene’s bed.

Gene’s wife is said to have went insane during the marriage and her cause of death is unknown. This poor woman is thought to haunt the Artist house to this day!

Gene eventually died and the doll was left alone in the house until it was sold to new owners. The new tenants promptly moved Robert to the attic but apparently he was unhappy there. Soon the owners began finding Robert in many areas of the house. The final straw was when one of the owners woke to find Robert at the foot of their bed holding knife. Needless to say, the tenants quickly moved out.

Robert was then moved to the East Martello Museum in Key West, Florida. The doll is now well guarded and viewed by tourists from all over the country. Many claim he has smirked at them. Others have claimed that their cameras would stop working while they tried to photograph him or the photos would come out blank; even though their cameras would work fine in others areas of the building and their other photos developed perfectly!

Christian Success Training- The Supernatural Success Power In Asking

“You have not, because you ask not”

James 4:2

It’s our fault we are not successful as Christians as we want to be.

Not God’s.

Christ Himself gave us the key to Success by simply using the word ASK.

But yet, we have a tendency to ask of others, the world, our friends, our family, our work associates, our neighbors, and ourselves, before we ever ask God.

It’s called “Living Horizontally.”

The first thing we do, is look around us to see who we can ask, what we can do, who we know, and where we need to go to find what we desire.

We need to “Go Vertical” and ask God what He can do, and who He knows, first and foremost. This one Christian Success Secret can revolutionize your Success.

We all struggle with living Horizontally, as it is part of being all too human.

But why not ask?

Ask God for the Success that you desire, and ask of His Holy Help, and His Holy Touch. His Spirit is our Helper, and He can help us succeed Supernaturally, and in Ways we cannot imagine.

Godly Success Nugget:

God can do more for your Success in one Divine Breath, than you can in a lifetime of 24/7 effort.

Is your Success Journey on life support? Is it struggling simply to survive? Is it on it’s last breath? Are you supporting it with your life and efforts, but not God’s?

Your Success should be on God’s Life Support System, and let Him breathe His Life into your Achievement, and the Holy Spirit support you, as only He can. God’s Success Power is Unimaginable, Immeasurable, and Undeniable. And it is there for our Asking.

Ask Him to breathe His Power and Touch on your Success efforts and put some new life in your daily Christian Success walk. His Success then becomes your Success.

He’s waiting.

amen

blessings…doug firebaugh

(c) HEM/ SuccessChurch (all rights reserved)

Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 13

The Sorceror gazed at the portal he created. Finally! He had conjured up something others would not dare to do. This would make him powerful! So powerful that others would have no choice but to bow down to him. He had used a forbidden, ancient magic to open this portal. It was forbidden for a purpose, and it had been many years since someone would dare do such a thing as to use it again.

The portal would lead into another realm. A realm of untold horrors that if unleashed back into this land, would be a cause of great suffering! Unimaginable terror.

Turun, a young son of a noble, and Jiana, a spirit-speaker, hurried hastily to try to catch up to the Sorceror. They rode through the burning desert but as they came closer to the mountain, they saw that the portal was already prepared. They new that now it was too late for them to stop the Sorceror. Whatever he was about to do, it would be done. Whatever horrors would be unleashed, would surely be unleashed. T

They were too late, they had failed. And now doom and disaster awaited.

The Sorceror leapt into the portal, and laughed. A laugh echoed all over the desert as the portal shrinked to a close.

Just then, Jiana, the spirit-speaker, sensed a spirit trying to communicate with her.

“Jiana… There may be hope still… But you must…”

And then she could not hear anymore…

Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 29

Christina turned to look at him her smile was back. “Is it a spell book? Do

you think we can get out of here with it?” she asked hopefully.

“No,” he replied, “but I think you should see it anyways.”

Her smile faded just as quickly as it had come and Jeff wished it would have

been a spell book now more than ever. He turned around to go back to the

book with her not knowing what she would do once she saw that or what her

powers may be like afterward. They walked together standing side by side and

Jeff had left the book to the page with Christina and her mother on it.

Christina looked at the page at first not understanding what it was but soon

coming to grips with what she was seeing.

Christina’s eyes flashed with red and her cheeks followed next. She was

angry and rightfully so. She had just found out her whole life on one side was

a lie and it was evil. She found the truth they both knew but didn’t want to say

or believe. Her mother had brought her here. Her mother wasn’t a good witch;

she was inherently evil and wanted Christina to be the same way. Christina

was supposed to be here and be some sort of evil ruler. Christina was supposed

to be into sacrifice and torture and death for fun. But Christina didn’t want to

be like that; she had never been that way and wasn’t raised evil. Christina now

wondered if her dad knew about her mom and if that was why they split up and

if that was why she stayed with her father all this time. These were questions

that Christina thought for sure now would never be answered. Her mother

had allowed her to be hurt and her friends to be hurt and killed. Her mother

had made all that happen. Her mother was over a hundred years old according

to this book. And her grandmother was nearing two hundred years old before

she died.

The binding of the books are really flesh, she thought, and this is where I’m

supposed to stay forever. I’m supposed to bring down the earth

Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 23

Abby Oakley stood silent at her parent’s living-room window as she looked out at the Christmas Day fog. Throughout the day, she had watched it creep into the valley, smothering the sunlight and hovering just above the last traces of December snow. By dusk, she could no longer see Slab Mountain in the distance. Abby caught sight of her pasty reflection in the glass and turned away from the premature darkness that had crept quickly into Dayton, turning the aqua-pink sky a brilliant purple.

An hour later, Abby was standing at her own window in her small apartment on Pleasant Hill. The very top of Slab Mountain was peaking out from the bank of fog hanging over the town. Above it, a bright starlit sky sparkled as a million shooting stars raced and faded out of existence. A loud knock startled Abby and she walked to the door, peering out the peephole.

“Whatever you’re buying, I’m not selling,” Abby said.

“Very funny-let me in,” said a muffled male voice from the other side of the door.

Abby opened the door and motioned the tall man into the one room apartment. “Ho, ho, ho,” he said tipping his baseball cap in her direction.

“Whatever,” Abby said, returning to the window.

“That bad?” The man asked following her.

“What do you think?”

“I think you need to cut your family some slack-it’s Christmas Day-can’t you be patient with them for one day out of the year?

“Well-I used to be able to, but this year I just couldn’t take it.”

“So tell me Abby,” he said holding an invisible microphone to her face, “why do you hate your family?” Abby shoved his hand away and flipped him the finger. “Such a lady.”

“You sound like my mother, who by the way-insists on calling me by my given name-and my grandmother noticed the weight I’ve gained since I saw her last. My other grandmother has some sort of sinus condition so getting through the meal was torture and why do old people make strange noises under their breath?”

“Ahhh-dunno.” He shrugged his shoulders and pinched Abby’s cheek.

“Do that again and you’ll never refer to me as a lady ever again.”

“What is your given name?”

“Nice try-I’ll never reveal it.”

“Come on-it can’t be as bad as Lucius Slade. I sound like a soap-opera villain.”

“Does your mother call you Lucius’?

“No, but…,” he began but started giggling as he stared down at her Christmas calories don’t count!’ t-shirt and blue fleece pants. “Is that what you wore today?” He was still laughing-he

Believing in ghosts – Part 36

My whole life my grandmother told me stories of ghosts that “haunted” the houses she lived in. Apparently they liked her a lot. Everywhere she went, there they were. Were there really ghosts in her house? It is hard to tell. I don’t know if what we think are ghosts really are. Are we just holding onto the past and hoping for some kind of connection? I have dealt with having these beings in my life as far back as I can remember. Strange things happening in our house. Shelves coming off of the wall for no apparent reason, and always in the same area of the house. Are they ghosts or are they Angels and Demons?

They very well could be Angels and Demons. We know from scripture that they exist here on earth. Angels are here to protect us and help us through our trials and tribulations. Demons are here to turn us away from God. Some say that Angels and Demons fight over your soul while you sleep. Perhaps they fight all the time, everywhere. Maybe all that fighting is enough of a ruckus to make us take notice.

Even though my father tells me there are no ghosts, and that the bible says so. I have yet to read that passage. I know it says that we rest until judgment day. What if we are restless? What if by rest, God did not mean sleep, just rest? Do you see any ghosts working out in the field? No, because they are resting. On the sixth day he rested. I really don’t think he slept all day. I think a lot of people have misinterpreted the bible on several issues. Perhaps this is one of them. I believe that there are several beings that I cannot see that are all around us, all the time. I just don’t know what to call them.

Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 18

RICHARD TARBOX

CHAPTER 1

THE FEAR OF DEATH

“NOOO!”Screamed Richard Tarbox awakening from a restless sleep.Richard threw the sheets off the bed,as a man who is entangled in fear as he struggles to be free from death.Richard is lying there in a fetal position on the mattress.His eyes panic stricken and wide open.His face pale as if leeches had fed on his blood throughout the night.Richard is taking short breaths to control the rhythm of his heartbeat.His entire body is bathe in sweat,Richard remains silent and motionless for sometime,letting his mind wander in its thinking with pictures flashing within the realm of thought.The ghostly full moon with its’gray illumination piercing through the mini blinds of the bedroom window.Shapeless lights dancing with the floating dust settling on the bare hardwood floor.Richard sat up,crossing his legs in a yoga position on the queen size bed.He grabs a dry side of the bed sheet,wiping the sweat from his forehead,it has already dripped into his eyes making them burn and bloodshot.Richard Tarbox finding it difficult to see as he squints,blinks.Ever since childhood,Richard has been haunted by these strange nightmares,which have developed into a great fear of death.The night terror always begin with a funeral in progress.Family and friends have arrived to pay their last respects to the dearly departed.Each mourner is wearing a black hooded cloak.Their faces are overshadowed in darkness.Each one of them is standing in a u-shape line around the coffin.The misty rain is falling steady,splashing little droplets of water on top of the coffin.There is a preacher holding a bible,opened up in the middle.His lips are moving,but his vocal cords produces no sound.The nightmare has created images of darken silhouettes moving in a fast forward speed,lasting for only a few minutes.The nightmare resumes normal slow speed.The coffin slowly descends into a six feet hole in the ground.One at a time each mourner throws a single black rose into the dark hole,turning their backs from the grave and vanishing into the cold darkness.A caretaker gripping the handle of the shovel,with his left hand and places his right hand on the neck of it,bending his body and thrusting his arms forward,throwing the muddy dirt into the grave.The dirt making the sound of a thump as the particles of rocks and sand are caked together,hitting and sticking like mud pies on top of the coffin.The caretaker throws another shovel full of the muddy dirt into the grave.

Various types of ghosts – Part 2

Only recently, have people begun to realize that the words “Ghost” and “Spirit” can refer to more than one entity. For a long time, even people in the areas of paranormal investigation used “ghost” to cover an entire field of hauntings. However, the world of paranormal investigation continues to evolve. Not only do they expand their collection of equipment, but their knowledge and understanding of the paranormal, itself.

Because of the many forays and studies conducted into the world of the paranormal, investigators can now classify types of ghosts and hauntings. There is still a lot more to learn and classify, but until then, this is a basic list of the types of ghosts, or entities, as well as the types of hauntings.

First, take a look at the various types of ghosts.

Orbs

The most common form of ghostly activity is in orbs. They occur with relative frequency in pictures and videos. Unfortunately, orbs are being refused as paranormal evidence. Orbs can be explained away as dust, water, or insect life, and thus is debunked as paranormal activity.

Mist

Mist is another rather frequent form of ghostly apparition. Mist looks exactly as it sounds. A fog or vapor in a specific area and commonly caught on film and video. However, there are possible explanations that should be investigated when you believe that you have caught a mist. The first is a temperature variation. When you open your front door, sometimes a mist seems to flow from your house. This is a common occurrence when hot air meets the cold air outside. Other things to watch out for are breath, smoke, and steam.

Apparition (Full or partial)

An apparition is the spirit seeming to manifest itself, in part or completely in front of a witness. Sometimes cameras and video recorders catch the image of a person when we do not see them. The apparition looks human, or rarely takes on an animal form. While looking at the figure, the objects behind them can be seen.

Shadows

Like orbs, shadows are actually a very common type of spirit. They look just like shadows of someone moving around. Sometimes these shadows have a defined form, other times they do not. Some shadows are extremely distorted while others are nothing but a blob of darkness. There can be both stationary and moving shadows.

Now we move on to the types of hauntings:

Residual

The residual haunting is the most common form of haunting in the world of the paranormal. The spirit that is involved in the haunting goes through the custom that they

Photographing ghosts – Part 5

Its an exciting sojourn off the beaten path! Ghosts are a phenomenon that has a lot of scientific and eyewitness accounts to warrant further investigation, just like any other subject that we know little about. For example, we know more about the surface of the moon than we know about what lays in the deeper fathoms of Earth’s bodies of water. There are accounts of ghost going back to prehistoric times.

I like to look at pictures and videos of ghosts. It gives me the creeps. We laugh uneasy laughs, and its fun. I’ve even seen a few, and so have many other people I know. But what I would like to know is why ghost chasers or whatever they prefer to be called, insist that ghosts like to hang out in cemeteries? I mean, it just makes no sense. Why would the deceased want to hang out there and not in the places they knew and loved?

Many experts in the field don’t believe that there are very many in the cemetery, that they are more frequently in populated places, and that makes more sense to me.

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