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!


UPDATE

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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A Rustling in the Basement

I have my own place but on my days off I prefer to spend most of my time at my parents' home. You know, give myself a change of scenery. In fact, most of this blog is written from their computer (this post included), updated in the wee small hours of the morning while you're probably asleep. Being that I keep what is essentially a vampire's schedule (wake up at sundown, go down at sunrise) I've become very acquainted over the years with the night's music. All those little bumps and creaks, hoots and howls that make up its soundtrack, I can easily pick out what's expected and what's less so. Or, at least I usually can. Sometimes though...

A couple of weeks ago I was at this very computer, listening to music and browsing internet nonsense when I heard a minor ruckus in the basement, like someone was moving boxes around. I froze momentarily before reminding myself that it was probably just one of my parents' cats. Still, I felt off about the situation and oddly compelled to get up and check to see that all the upstairs doors were locked (though, in retrospect I don't know what good I thought this was going to do if something was already inside...). Satisfied that the back door was locked I peered down the basement stairs on my way back to the living room but all down there was darkness and I didn't quite feel up to turning the lights on. By now the noise had subsided though and so I settled back in, sure it was the cat. It happened a few more times, that shuffling sound, but I did my best to ignore it and finally it went away.

It wasn't until the next week, casually going over what I heard with my mother that I started to wonder if it really was the cat. For one, she's usually a lot louder or infinitely more quiet than what was coming from the basement. If she sees something outside down there she'll usually start mewing and attacking the window or begin kitten ripping around the basement (which is the term used for when a cat starts energetically running about for reasons that seem nonsensical to us humans...its a very distinct sort of cat-induced chaos). What I heard though was more like items being carefully moved about, though perhaps Chanel (that's the cat) was just walking amongst the junk in an unusually loud but also weirdly unexcited manner. I never did hear her come up stairs though, and usually I do. Maybe she was simply being extra sneaky that night. When I eventually did find her a couple hours later she was asleep in the bathroom. If I had had my wits about me I would've spent more time checking upstairs to during the initial event but I was just a little too unnerved at the time to consider these details.

Don't know, it's really hard to say with this one. Though abnormal sounding for sure, I don't have full confidence that this was a paranormal experience but heck, you never know. I'm kicking myself for not immediately checking every room upstairs to determine whether or not the cat was in the basement. If I had done what a good investigator should do then we'd either have a much greater mystery here or none at all. The whole affair did give me the creeps, but I could've very well just been psyching myself out.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Letting the Black-Eyed People In

What happens when you let a black-eyed person in to your home? To let something so malicious, an entity so foreign and dangerous violate your personal space, what are the consequences? Well, no one knows. Or, is it perhaps more accurate to say that no one has lived to tell the tale? If you're a frequent visitor to this website or to the larger world of Fortean phenomena then no doubt you are already acquainted with the idea of the black-eyed people, but for those few who may not be let me recommend reading this first.

I used to spend a lot of time on a web community for anime fans known as Gaia Online. Though anime was what initially drew people (myself included) into Gaia, the forums actually covered a wide variety of topics, including the paranormal. It was here that I spent most of my time (surprise surprise) and at one point I managed to get a pretty popular thread going on the topic of black-eyed people. Most of it didn't stick with me, and as I didn't have this blog at the time I didn't really think to save anything of interest sorry to say. However, there was one story I do remember because it was the only story privately messaged to me regarding the subject. You'll have to forgive my wonky memory but what I can relate is worth telling because it might just offer a clue as to what happens when you let the BEP in (since it's been years and since I can't recall the person's name I'm hopefully not wrong in sharing this).

This person was staying at a hotel with their parents. Now, the way I think I remember it is this kid finds the BEP in their hotel room but that might not be right. Perhaps the entity was just wandering about the hotel, but I think they do end up in the room because I have this sort of thought like I remember being surprised that they were in the room without being invited in. So, this person, this kid, they go into their hotel room to find this entity there and the next day their mother dies. Completely out of left field. Shocking and tragic.

Unfortunately that's also all I can recall and want so badly to do the whole affair more justice but honestly don't know how. Can't say what sort of interaction the mother had with the entities, if she was the one who let them in or if they let themselves in or what. Don't even remember if the BEP was a kid or adult, what gender it appeared as. Nothing. It's all just too fuzzy for me. But still, there is useful information here. For one, they clearly bring death, which can't be all that surprising to those who've been following these cases. Two, it makes you realize that a hotel is probably not a safe haven from these beings. Think about it. A hotel is a public space, even your room isn't really your room, just a bed you're borrowing for a night or two, which is apparently good enough to give the BEP the green light. So be cautious next time you're on vacation! Be cautious everywhere you go! These things are clearly out there and clearly they mean us no good! The best I can recommend is surrounding yourself with positive energy and keeping your mind resilient and focused if ever you should encounter one of these things.