Thursday, March 29, 2018

Dawn Shivers

My last post -wherein I discuss a strange voice my mother kept hearing at the foot of her bed around six in the morning- has me reflecting on a few strange dawn hour encounters of my own. Sunrise is often underrepresented in the annals of creepy lore but I've heard it said that all of the transitional hours (dawn, noon, dusk, midnight) weaken the barrier between our world and the ones beyond. Now, while the following stories aren't necessarily paranormal in nature (I'm not sure what they are...), even if their origin is human (and I'll honestly probably never know) then perhaps those hours bring out something within ourselves as much as it does those from beyond this plain.


Even before I started actually working nights I was a complete night owl, often not getting to bed until around six or seven in the morning. Well, this was one of those mornings. I distinctly remember not crawling into bed until after sunlight had already started filtering through the tapestries I used as curtains. Sun up, sure, but still too early for what happened next (not that there's ever really a good time for this...). As I was lying there, trying to fall asleep but not feeling particularly tired (I was a compulsive coffee drinker) there came from my eastern window a voice. "Momo". I froze. Then again "Momo". What the actual hell? Who would do something like this? Who would stand outside my window at six in the morning and loudly whisper my name? It was a man's voice to be sure, sort of flamboyant but definitely male. There was only one person who came to mind, one person unhinged enough to do something this bizarre: the neighbor. At the time I was still at home with my parents and back then they had this absolute nightmare of drunk living next door, this obnoxious white trash queen (I'm sorry, but that's really the only way there is to describe him) who was constantly stumbling around, inviting himself over and staying long past a welcome that was never really there. I remember once he said something to piss me off right before I was about to go out and as I was trying to leave with my friend he decided to stand in the middle of the road and refuse to let her car past until I accepted his apology and gave him a hug. He was just so far gone it was unreal. So while I never actually got out of bed to peek out the window, I'm pretty damn sure that's who was out there. Definitely the sort of thing he'd do. It'd be cool if it was actually some sort of fae creature mimicking or just coincidentally sounding like the neighbor but I doubt it. Nobody wants to hear some strange voice calling out their name, not at strange hours, not at any hour! Don't be creepy that way, people, it isn't cool.

"Strange Music"

Another time I was in pretty much in the same state as I was in the above encounter, getting to bed around dawn and just sort of lazing about, waiting for a sleep that was slow coming. This time however, instead of some irritating alcoholic yell-whispering my name, there came on the wind a most lovely flute song. It was definitely live, and seemed to be coming from about a block over. Now probably someone was simply outside welcoming the sun but never before had I heard such music in the neighborhood and never again did I. Perhaps it was someone's guest, perhaps it was something more. I really couldn't say.

I believe once I heard indescribable, animalistic cries as well around this time but my memory on that particular event pretty much ends there. All of these sort of took place around the same time though, about six to seven years ago I'd say. That much I do remember.

 You sort of see what I mean though about these events probably not being paranormal but with that thin sliver of possibility that they are? I mean, considering some of the very definite high strangeness that has taken place in these parts (tree spirit, anyone?), who could blame me for at least entertaining the idea that something a little more magical had transpired?

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

A Voice At the Foot of the Bed

I've been meaning to blog about the following since its occurrence back in January but have honestly had little motivation to write (a perfect example of why this site will never have a regular upload schedule), so here we are two months after the fact and after time has had opportunity enough to expunge certain details from the experiencer's memory. Well, at least the main points of the story are still in tack, counting for something I'm sure...

The time frame here is estimated to be around six in the morning. My mother was fast asleep when she suddenly found herself jerked awake by a very loud, very clear voice calling out to her from the foot of the bed. She can't remember now just what was said, only that there was a definite air of familiarity to the voice, as if it belonged to either my sister or I or possibly even one of her siblings. There was no distress, no urgency to the voice either. Just the sound of someone casually trying to get her attention. Looking around the room however my mother could clearly see that no one was there and thusly rolled over and fell back asleep. A little while later however the same thing happened again and again no one was there. Then, after going back to bed once more the same thing proceeded to happen one last time! That's three times in a relatively short span that my mother was wrenched awake by this disembodied voice. Was she just having a series of vivid, repetitive dream experiences or was something more - a time slip, perhaps - at play here? She claims that nothing like this has ever happened to her before, and there is a definite history of weird, residual type sounds playing in their house but sleep can also bring on some unusual experiences so honestly I really don't know what to think.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Kansas City Legends: Rickey Road

I'll just go ahead and be up front here and say that my actual experience with Rickey Road took place ages ago but the thing as a whole was so unremarkable that I haven't bothered blogging about it until now. However, as boring as it may be, Rickey Road is none the less a part of Kansas City lore and as such is every bit as deserving of an article as all the other local legends I have covered.

Unlike many of the other local legends I've talked about in the past (places like Stull, KS and Sauer's Castle) I was totally unfamiliar with the mythos of Rickey Road until I went actively searching online for haunted places around town to check out. A lot of that probably has to do with the fact that RR is sort of opposite to me in the spectrum of the KC metropolitan area, out in the suburbs of Independence, MO whereas I'm here in Roeland Park, KS. My guess would be that for those growing up in Independence however this is or at least at some point was quite the legendary haunt.

The story (at least according to this article) goes that back in the 1960s a young girl was beheaded along the road resulting now in the occasional hapless driver coming across a decapitated head rolling its way across the street. A teen suicide, murderous stepfather, ghostly bride, bizarre creatures, werewolves, malicious witches, orbs and a disappearing cemetery and stone wall are all also said to haunt Rickey Road.

However, what was supposedly once a desolate and unlit road now has the tell tale marks of creeping civilization. Street lamps, houses. Deforestation. I mean, it's still not the most happen' spot in KC but neither is it completely isolated. Coming off of Noland Rd the stone wall (very present, not magically appearing) is indeed there but soon after you start running into homes. Not many, but a few. And they all have these vast, neatly manicured lawns. After those, a bit more forest, then a few more homes, more forest, more homes, and so on until RR turns into E 67th St (which you can all see for yourselves on Google Maps). I definitely don't want to say that the place isn't haunted, as we only did a drive through and not a proper investigation but based on first impressions it didn't seem exceptionally more creepy then any other stretch of semi-rural road.

If anyone lives in the area and knows anything more or has actually had an encounter I would love to here from you!

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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Possible Postal Poltergeist

Most of the time my job is so loud and busy that even if something otherworldly were to occur the likelihood of anyone noticing it would be slim to none but the other day it just so happened that I found myself caught up in that rare moment of near-tranquility. There was a great deal of mail laid out on a stationary belt and I was just sort of dully staring at it when I noticed one of the little parcels sort of lift itself up and then settle back down. Usually I'd just attribute this to settling or some sort of air circulation from nearby vents but there was none of that present at the time and absolutely nothing else was moving on that belt. It moved as if it had purpose, like some energy was pushing it up but couldn't sustain itself so let it fall back in to its original place. Admittedly I didn't bother to inspect the package to see if perhaps it was something inside but a large part of why I didn't do this was because it seemed too small to harbor anything with much force (it was smaller then a sandwich bag and relatively flat). Also, past experience has taught me that when something inside these packages is malfunctioning it almost always sustains itself, which did not happen here. It was just one jolt forward and then nothing.

Now, I'm not saying this was paranormal but I'm not ruling it out either. A friend and former coworker had this app on her kindle (or phone, I don't remember which) that functioned as a sort of dual EMF reader/spirit box and one night we took readings on that same area of the building and came in to contact with an energy named Fred. Now, I don't know if this app was worth a damn but according to my friend this name was an alias used by a man who worked in our building ages and ages ago who wound up murdering several prostitutes and as per my friend's information this was the name he'd give out to some of the women he picked up. While I can't currently verify the validity of this detail what I can verify is that this man really did exist because my dad used to work with him so as soon as I find out some more information (like his name) I'll be sure to post it. From what I understand though he would've primarily worked in the same location I was in at the time of my spooky little encounter.

Now, if it's not a ghost and it isn't a fluke then a poltergeist is a definite possibility. I mean,  a busy building full of stressed out people could definitely make manifest a dark energy, and there's plenty of that to go around.

Another possibility is that the item being shipped was itself haunted.

Other people I know have also seen weird lights in the forest out behind the building, heard strange music on the wind, and one time thought they saw me moving around in my car when I wasn't there. Like I said before though, it's such an active location for the living that the less so would have a difficult time making themselves known so it's difficult to say for sure what's going on, what's just industrial noise and what (if anything) is paranormal.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Someone in the House?

So the other day someone was in my parents house. Someone who didn't belong. Only no one was there. Vocal phenomena is rare in their house but not unheard of and in fact the story I'm about to share reminds me a bit of the first story I ever blogged about.  In that inaugural entry I discussed the small but distinct voice I heard while waiting in my parents' living room for a car ride (read the full details here). Now, audio activity as a whole is not so uncommon in their home, but usually takes the form of knocking, doors opening and/or closing and phantom footfall. Rarer still will be what sounds like muffled talking, almost as if a distant television were on. They've had shuffling in the basement, heard nobody messing around on the computer, to mention nothing of the several bizarre cases if humming my sister has heard outside...but rarely has anyone heard distinct, outright vocalization.

Everyone was out running errands but my mother. It was later in the afternoon, somewhere between 5:30 and 6:00 and she had just stepped into the restroom when she heard it. Before there was even time to close the bathroom door she heard a man's voice go "hm hm hm" in a very obvious way. It didn't sound like my father or any other guy my mom knows, nor did it sound as if it was directed towards her. Very innocuous my mother says, like someone reading the newspaper and remarking on it. Mind you that not only were my father and sister out of the house but no media was on. No computer, no radio, no television. Nothing. Now, usually when things happen around here (at least inside the house) one gets the feeling that these are simply slips in time or residual hauntings. All the activity centered around doors, footsteps in the kitchen, the computer...these are all heavily trafficked areas of the house and any activity could easily be attributed to memories in the woodwork from things current residents have done. But perhaps that isn't entirely the case. Perhaps these walls still possess energy from previous occupants. The house itself was built in 1960 and my parents have owned it for the last thirty or so years meaning that even though my family has had plenty of time to embed its own spirit into these walls that doesn't mean we completely overrode what was here before. Or maybe it was a glitch in time and space, a teeny tiny audible peak into another time or perhaps even another dimension. Wandering spirit, fairy, the mind playing tricks, I could spend hours speculating but really, all I can say for certain is that I am certain of nothing!

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Something in the Bushes

       Is there something malicious, or at the very least chaotic neutral, lurking in the vast foliage of my parents garden? From mysterious white rectangles and bizarre noises to strange creatures in trees, I've covered my fair share of bizarre happenings courtesy of their (and the neighbor's) yard. As long time readers of this blog already know I have always been forthcoming in my opinion that there is some sort of fairy living out there. Of just what nature exactly I do not know but I'm starting to suspect more and more that while it isn't necessarily evil whatever or whoever is hanging around is not to be trifled with (which is the case with most fairies, mind you). I say this for several reasons. First is the feeling one gets out there. Could this simply be from psyching ourselves out? Of course. But let me just say that as a night worker I'm used to the dark. It doesn't bother me. However, every time I attempt to go out late at night into my parents' garden I can't help but feel as if I'm being watched or that something is lying in wait to pounce on me. Even merely looking out back or passing by the apple tree one gets the sense that they're passing by a whole other world and it's a little eerie to say the least. But, being that no one has ever been attacked or menaced in any direct sense I don't think it wants to hurt us, just wants us to know that it could.
          Again, perhaps I'm just freaking out over opossums and raccoons. But when there is a very real history of high strangeness present (I mean, floating white rectangles and very solid looking cryptids?), these apprehensions are pretty justifiable, wouldn't you say?

           My second reasoning is based on the recent behavior of one of their cats. This cat, Shaggy, is leashed trained and gets nightly walks around the yard. Shaggy is a giant ginger tabby, a fierce hunter and fearless beast who takes no crap from anyone. Anyone but, say, a fairy perhaps? For two nights in a row he'd reach this patch of weeds in the far corner, sniff it, and then dart off in a blind panic. He has never behaved this way before. My mother thought maybe he could smell some larger animal, but there were no signs of trampling from other animals. The possibility of dog poo was also brought up but Shaggy usually just tries to bury the stuff and again, no signs of trampling. Sweat bees? Now that is admittedly not outside the realm of possibility. Tonight, for the record, he outright ignored the area. So just what was it that scared him so much? Was Shaggy just being neurotic, was he stung, or was some unseen entity threatening him in some way? My sister and I are going to go out to that spot tomorrow night (with plenty of protection) and see if we can't come up with some answers.

Wish us luck!


My sister, best friend, and I did make it out to the spot but were quickly distracted by an incoming storm (the lightning was just too cool) so nothing much was gained from our prodding. But I imagine that even if we had managed to sit out there for a while we probably would not have encountered much. Fairies are unpredictable, prefer to be left alone, and don't play by our rules so loudly wanting to see one would probably be every reason for a fairy to stay away! For what it's worth though around one in the morning we did hear a small animal being attacked in that area. Even if unrelated, hearing death squeals (especially at odd hours) is never not unsettling.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

All Squared Away

Here's an interesting little glitch in the matrix experience, courtesy of my roommate/best friend Hannah.

Hannah was driving west down Shawnee Mission Parkway, right where it goes over I-35. There's currently (as of this entry) some construction work being done along there and to compensate they've had to temporarily repaint the lanes. Well, as she's going along she's sort of absently staring at the white line on the road and as she's following it notices that a small square of it is black but then suddenly it's just not. Like, her noticing it made it vanish, the line going back to white. From how she described it the encounter reminded me of a small glitch in the graphics of a digital broadcast.

This isn't the first interesting story I've written about Shawnee Mission Parkway either. I've blogged in the past about a ghost dog seen along the road in addition to a mystery egg that fell on top of the same Hannah's car at three in the morning. So, next time you find yourself on the Parkway, be sure to keep yourself alert. Who knows what you might see!

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