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lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin. Her husband had died, so
she was there all alone. She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog. T
hey both loved each other very much and the dog loved her and comforted her.
Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know
that he was there to protect her.
One night, she had gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done
routinely every night since her husband died. But this night was different. She
had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering. She
wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him, so she stuck her
hand out by the bed and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always. She
figured he was just cold so she went back to sleep.
The dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night so she stuck her
hand out, the dog licked it and she went back to sleep. This happened a third time,
and she stuck her hand out and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked
her hand. She stayed awake a few moments afterward and the dog had stopped whimpering.
She went back to sleep again.
In the morning, she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed, but nothing licked
her hand. She thought that the dog had already awaken and was just in the front
room. She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip......drip.....drip.....drip,
so she walked into the kitchen and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't dripping.
She continued into her bathroom to take a shower. As she walked in, the drips got
louder! She turned and looked above the bathtub and SCREAMED! There, hanging from
the light by his tail, was her loving companion, with his blood dripping into the
bathtub. She screamed and began to cry. Wiping her eyes and sobbing, she turned
around and looked at the mirror. In the mirror she saw the dog hanging and written
on the mirror with a finger, in her dog's blood with drips and streaks hanging
down from each letter, were the words... HUMAN'S CAN LICK TOO!
A group of young girls were
having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl
claimed that the old man who had been buried earlier that week in the graveyard
down the street had been buried alive. She claimed that if you tried, you could
hear him still scratching at the lid of his coffin. The other girls called her
bluff and told her that she wouldn’t do it. They said she was too afraid to go
down there to the grave that very night. They continued to challenge her and
eventually she gave into the peer pressure and accepted their challenge. Since
she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the others that she actually
followed through with the task. She was supposed to take a stake with her and
drive it into the ground so the next day the girls would know that she had been
to the grave.
She headed off to the gravesite, stake in hand, and never returned. The other
girls assumed she had "chickened out" and had just gone home instead.
The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old man's
grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and when she tried
to run from the grave, she couldn’t... she died of fright right on the grave!
A beautiful 8 year old
girl, Izzy, got this adorable china doll for her birthday. She called her
Sam. One day Izzy was playing with her doll until her mom called her for bed. Izzy
put the doll in the basement and went up to bed.
In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard "China doll,
china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll,
china doll in your parents room, now they're dead." Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.
In the morning she raced to her parents room and they were dead. She cried as her
brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to
bed early and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night she heard chanting again. China doll, china doll in the
basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your
parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room now he's dead." Izzy
shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.
In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in
her room and wouldn't come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.
She heard the chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll,
china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll,
china doll in your brothers room, china doll, china doll in your room." She gazed
up to see the doll. "Now you're...dead!"
The police found her the next day with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was
chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired, brown eyed china doll,
on the hunt for her next victims.
A young couple were delighted
to purchase the old-fashioned house in the Stuyvesant Square section of
Philadelphia. They moved into their dream home in the winter of 1889, bringing their
six year old daughter with them.
There was a lot of refurbishing to do, so the little girl tended to go up to the
attic to play while her parents were occupied with the house. It wasn't as bad as
it sounds, because the previous owners had converted the attic into a playroom.
It even had a fireplace at one point, but it was currently boarded up.
After a couple of weeks of hard work, the downstairs rooms were finished. The mother,
realizing that she had been neglecting their daughter, attempted to try and spend more
time with her now, but the little girl seemed distracted. She kept stealing back
up to the attic alone to play.
Exasperated, and perhaps a little hurt the the child was not being responsive to
her attentions, the mother finally asked, "What's so interesting up there in that stuffy room?"
"It's the little boy with the shiny buttons," the child replied. "He's so much fun to play with!"
"What little boy?" the mother demanded, wondering if a servant child had stowed
away in the room. She went to investigate, but found the room empty.
Certain that her daughter was just being contrary, she urged her husband to discipline
the child. At her father's stern voice the little girl became hysterical. She kept
repeating that there was a little boy and he wore a blue jacket with lots of shiny
buttons on it. As her father listened, he became more and more curious. Formerly a s
eaman, he realized his daughter was describing a child's sailor suit, complete with
the brass buttons.
The girl's father made some inquires about the Cowderlys, the family that lived
in the house before them. He learned that they had come from England, bringing their
children with them, two boys and a girl. The youngest child, a boy, was born retarded.
The neighbors described the youngest boy as a sweet innocent child, but added that Mr. Cowderly
was ashamed of him and tried to prevent him from being seen outdoors.
According to the boy's parents, the neighbors continued, the young boy would often
sneak out to go down to the river. The story goes on to say that one day he fell
in and drowned. His body was never recovered, but his cap had been found floating
in the river. Shortly after the disappearance, the Cowderlys put the house up
for sale and, leaving Philadelphia, dropped out of sight.
The former seaman's suspicions were now thoroughly aroused. He accompanied his
little daughter to the attic and asked her to show him where the little boy came
from. She pointed to the boarded up fireplace. Her father called in workers to
open it and then to remove the mortar that cemented up a cavity beside the chimney.
As the mortar was chipped away, the corpse of a small boy was revealed. He was
clothed in a little blue sailor jacket with four rows of brass buttons down the
front. Further examination revealed that the back of the child's head had been
crushed by a violent blow.
The little boy was murdered!
In 1897, a family named
Otto lived in a nearby house in Key West, Florida. They owned a plantation and had
a lot of servants working for them who they treated very badly. One servant girl
gave their son, Gene, a present of a doll. What the Ottos didn’t realise was that
this servant girl knew voodoo.
Gene's full name was Robert Eugene Otto. His parents had always called him "Gene",
so he decided to give the doll his real name, "Robert".
Many Strange things began to occur in the Otto household. Many neighbors claimed
to see Robert move about from window to window, when the family were out. Gene
began to blame Robert for mishaps that would occur. The Otto's claimed to hear
the doll giggle, and swear they caught glimpses of the doll running about the house.
Gene began to have nightmares and scream out in the night, when his parents would
enter the room, they would find furniture over turned, their child in a fright,
and Robert at the foot of the bed, with his glaring gaze! "Robert Did It".... The
doll was eventually put up into the attic. Where he resided for many years.
But Robert had other plans. Visitors that entered the house could hear something
walking back and forth in the attic, and strange giggling sounds. Guests no longer
wanted to visit the Otto home.
Gene Otto died in 1972.The home was sold to a new family, and the tale of Robert had died do....
But Robert waited patiently up in the attic to be discovered, once again. The 10
year old daughter of the new owners. Was quick to find Robert in the attic. It was
not long before Robert unleashed his displeasure on the child… The little girl
claiming that the doll tortured her, and made her life a hell. Even after more
than thirty years later, she steadfastly claims that "the doll was alive and wanted to kill her."
Robert, still dressed in his white sailor's suit and clutching his stuffed lion,
lives quite comfortably, though well guarded, at the Key West Martello Museum.
Employees at the museum continue to give accounts of Robert being up to his old tricks still today....
The Flying Dutchman is a legendary cursed ship that
was doomed to travel around the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa for all eternity.
It was made famous in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.
The legend of The Flying Dutchman started in 1641 when a Dutch ship sank off the
coast of the Cape of Good Hope. The captain, VanderDecken, failed to notice the
dark clouds looming and only when he heard the lookout scream out in terror did
he realise that they had sailed straight into a fierce storm.
The captain and his crew battled for hours to get out of the storm and at one stage
it looked like they would make it. Then they heard a sickening crunch - the ship
had hit treacherous rocks and began to sink. As the ship plunged downwards, Captain
VanderDecken knew that death was approaching. He was not ready to die and screamed
out a curse: 'I WILL round this Cape even if I have to keep sailing until the end of time!"
So, even today whenever a storm brews off the Cape of Good Hope, if you look into
the eye of the storm, you will be able to see the ship and its captain - The Flying
Dutchman. The legend goes that whoever sees the ship will die a terrible death.
Many people have claimed to have seen The Flying Dutchman, including the crew of
a German submarine boat during World War II.
On 11 July 1881, the Royal Navy ship, the Bacchante, was rounding the tip of Africa
when they were confronted with the sight of The Flying Dutchman. The midshipman,
a prince who later became King George V, recorded that the lookout man and the
officer of the watch had seen The Flying Dutchman and he used these words to
describe the ship:
"A strange red light as of a phantom ship all aglow, in the midst of which light
the mast, spars and sails of a brig 200 yards distant stood out in strong relief."
It's pity that the lookout saw the Flying Dutchman, for soon after on the same trip,
he accidentally fell from a mast and died. Fortunately for the English royal family,
the young midshipman survived the curse to become The King of England!
The Flying Dutchman appeared as the ghost ship in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.
It’s also featured in the novel "Castaways of the Flying Dutchman" by Brian Jacques.