Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Wineville Murders

This story takes place in a city which is now called Mira Loma in California, it use to be named Wineville but I will tell you why the name changed later.

I was eight years old when I had just moved into this old creepy house with my parents my two sisters and my two big dogs, a German Shepherd and a Rottweiler. When I lived in that house I always felt like something was watching me like I was never alone. But my parents seemed to like it especially since a friend of the family that was living there had let us stay there rent free as long as we took care of the place.

Ever since I was a little girl I've always had a bladder problem. When I had to go you had to get out of my way. I remember one night I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. I walked past my parents room down the hallway towards the bathroom. The door was a little bit open and I could see a shadow on the wall. I could see the shadow of a man. At first I thought it was maybe my dad but then I heard gurgling and choking noises as if he was spitting something out. It didn't sound like my dad. I then said aloud "who's there?" the noises then stopped. I opened the door to see no one in there. Seeing this sent chills down my spine. I had even forgot why I had got up to go to the bathroom and went back to bed.

Another night when I was in the backyard with my sister we were jumping on the trampoline when we heard horses hooves stomping on the ground. This confused us because our horses were always in their stalls by the afternoon. When we turned to where the noises were coming from we saw a headless man riding on horse. The horse had glowing red eyes and steam coming out of his nostrils. Me and my sister ran inside.

The most frightening memory I had of this house which still haunts me in my mind at times was when my aunt, uncle, and cousins came over to visit. It was around 11 at night. Me and my cousin that was my age were jumping outside when we heard crying and screams of boys. We looked at each other a bit frightened and looked around. By my trampoline there were two cages where my dogs would be kept since my cousin was terrified of big dogs. Behind my dogs cages was a white wall and a fence. I turned to look at my dogs, kind of seeking protection or comfort of some sort. Both of my dogs had their ears down and were barking out of control behind them. I turned my attention to the white wall where my dogs were barking at. I then saw a shadow of a man holding a boy up in the air by his hair. I could hear the cries and hysterical screams of the boy. I could see the shadow of the boy kicking at his attacker but from the shadow he wasn't even close to hitting him. I turned to my cousin to see if he was seeing what I was and I could see he was scared, his big eyes seemed even wider behind his glasses. I looked back at the shadows to see the man slowly pick up an axe and chop the boys head off from his body. As the man still held the head in his other hand and the body fell to the floor. We both stood there with our mouths open but no screams coming out. When we heard a chilling horrifying laugh surround my whole backyard it sent throughout all of my body. We both ran inside screaming bloody murder.

After telling my parents everything I had been experiencing in that house my parents tried to console us telling us it was probably our neighbor killing some chickens or something and they tried to use the excuse that it was my imagination about the bathroom and headless horseman incident. My two sisters hearing this conversation stepped forward and admitted they too had been experiencing bad things in that house that they had seen shadows walking outside their bedroom window at night time and hearing footsteps.

My younger sister one time fell on the concrete without tripping over anything and cracked her skull. She insisted something had pushed her. She felt unseen hands grab her and push her down hard. We didn't move out of that house right away and I still experienced weird things from time to time. Things that couldn't be explained but my parents still insisted there was always an explanation to everything. I think they just wanted us to feel more comfortable in that house since we all knew we were going to stay there for a little while longer. We moved out when I was 10 or 11 about five minutes away in the same city.

Three years in that hell hole we called home. I'm now 18 and when I was 17 last year I learned of a movie called "changeling". After I watched that movie and learned where I live use to be called Wineville. In this house or ranch, a man named Northcutt use to live there in the 1920s. He would kidnap, molest, torture, and then kill little boys in his backyard. It is now named Mira Loma because of bad publicity. I'm certain now what I saw in that old house of mine was because of this and it chills every bone in my body to know I lived and slept in the same house where all these bloody and gruesome acts happened.

Written by Ana, Copyright 2010

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Different Types Vampire Creatures

There are different types of vampire creatures.

The Loogaroo

A Loogaroo is a Haitian vampire. The way the legend works with the Loogaroo is that the person is a female, very old, and who has been involved in black magic for many years. It's like a reward that an evil, black magic practitioner gets for many years of service.

I first found out about this back in 2004 - 2005 when like 6 or 7 of my older male neighbors were just sitting around on a Friday evening drinking beer. I heard some of them yelling. The next day they stopped me and told me that they saw a "ghost". They said that they saw a "ball of light" about the size of a tennis ball fly out of someone's apartment window and fly around the block and over the tops of the buildings. This ball of light had a starting point and flew around in a cognitive fashion, meaning that it was not random, but knew exactly what it was doing. They told me this in Spanish. A new neighbor overheard and wanted to know what we were talking about and why they were so agitated, so I told him. The new neighbor freaked out and asked me about the person in the apartment, from which the ball of light flew out of. I told him that she was Haitian, elderly, female. That's when he told me of the Loogaroo, which is a Haitian female vampiric entity. What was really creepy is that when the ball of light flew around, every single dog in the neighborhood starting acting crazy and barking and howling all at once.

A Loogaroo is not a Sang Vamp, instead it is a supernatural "ghost orb" that would go through walls to find a sleeping person and the ball would enter the persons body through the skin to feed off the person. The only way you would know that you were attacked is that you would wake up with a circular bruise on the area of the body in which the Loogaroo would enter.

The Aswang

The second type of vampire is actually the Sang Vamp, except that in the Philippines it is called an Aswang. Back when I was in the Navy there was this one time that there was a major Typhoon approaching. Most of the people were either in their homes or in the barracks. I decided to go for some fresh air and went to the building balcony and I was looking at the horizon and the scenery, and I saw what looked like a women in a white flowing nightgown walking around the cemetery, which was across a small body of water. The problem was that she must have been floating because she stood so far above the tombstones. Based on what I saw I would assume that her feet were barely just below the top of the tombstone line. In the Philippines, they have elevated graves, similar to the ones in New Orleans, so she must have been floating a good three feet off the ground. Even though I was trained to keep my cool and have a "soldier mentality," even then I still knew that what I saw was supernatural.

Sent in by Marisol, Copyright 2010

Friday, January 22, 2010

Ghost Friend in my Bedroom

Me and my family decided to move into a larger house together with my four siblings. As we came into our new home, I had a creepy feeling that there was something hideous waiting for us in that scary white mansion buried deep in the woods. I looked at my older siblings and asked them, "Do you feel anything scary about that house?" My oldest sister, Adeliene, gave me a funny look and said, "Are you kidding? That house is great. So huge! Wait until you see our rooms. I am so excited to see mine!" My mouth hung open. My brother Brian stared at me with a "sorry" look.

We finally made it into our new home. As we unloaded our luggage, I swear I saw something moving from the corner of my eye! I looked at the playground. No one was there. I was starting to get scared.

Adeliene, Brian, Madeliene, Kyle and me went up the third floor to see our rooms. I felt my room was colder than the others. I started to change into a new dress when, all of a sudden, my books fell off the bookcase. I swore I never moved them, nor had I seen someone else in my room. At dinner, I explained what happened this afternoon to my parents. My dad told me that I needed to adjust to my new environment so that I wouldn't feel scared. My mom said that same. The whole family, including me stayed up late to watch TV and hang out. I felt sleepy so I bid them goodnight and went up to my room.

As I climbed to my bed, I felt a roll of nausea but I ignored it. I saw a dark shadow in front of my bed and I screamed! I kept on screaming until I lost my voice. Quietly I asked, "Who are you? What do you want?" Then the shadow revealed a little ghost girl, about 10 years old. Her face was smiling and slowly I forgot the scary feeling. The ghost told me, "How do you like your new home?" I smiled and said, "Scary." I asked her where she came from and she told me this story:

"When I was still alive I moved in this house with my mother and father. Mother was a kind-hearted person who never failed to make this huge house clean. Father was a well-built man with a legendary temper. One day, my dad came home from work and I ran up to him, happy to see him home. He looked at me with eyes that haunted me until now. He shouted at me 'Never touch me again! You're not my daughter!' He went upstairs and went inside my parents' bedroom. He had an argument with my mom and he said words that changed my life change forever. 'You hear me? Listen to me, Ren! That girl downstairs isn't our daughter. Why did you let that girl inside?' My mom was sobbing, helpless. Finally father did something that made mom scream in agony. I cried and cried. Father went out of the room with blood stains on his clothes. Immediately I knew what he did. He killed my Mother. Father pointed a gun at me and shouted bad words. He finally fired the gun and I was killed."

I was amazed. I felt so sorry for the little girl. I told her "Do you want to be my friend?" She beamed and hugged me. We became friends and nothing scary happened ever again.

Sent in by Tinkerbell Austen Payne, Copyright 2010

12 Hours in Hell the Evil Ouija Spirit

I'd like to share my most horrifying story with you. I am now 20 years old, and this happened to me when I was 17.

On the weekend, my friend (anonymous) came over to my house. She had an Ouija board with her and suggested we try it. My parents were gone for the weekend, so I figured it would be okay. So we sat down on the floor, and she said that I should go first. I put the tips of my hands over the glass pointer and said, "Is anyone there?"

Nothing happened for a few moments, but then the glass started to move toward "YES". I was pretty scared then since I hadn't done anything. My friend was speechless. "Ask it something else," she said in a quiet shaky voice. I was about to say something, but then the glass started moving slowly around the board, first stopping at T, and going until it spelled out "THANKS." Me and my friend looked at each other. Then I said, "For what?"

My friend collected a scrap of paper from the trash can sitting in the other room and a pen. She came back and sat down as the pointer began moving again. My friend wrote this down: FORSETTINGMEFREE. Just then, the paper was ripped from my friend's hands and torn up. She screamed. "Go!" I yelled, "Get out! Hurry!" She and I got up and ran to the door and out of the house. That night I stayed at her place.

The next day, we went back to my house to get the board out. I had to run in, get it, and run out again. I walked up to the door, took a deep breath, opened it (we hadn't locked it), and dashed in. The board was sitting where we left it. I swooped down, snatched it, and sprinted back toward the door. Then it slammed closed by itself and locked, keeping me in. I tried to unlock it, but something was holding the knob still. I screamed repeatedly, and I could hear my friend screaming from outside.

We hadn't turned the lights off last night, so they were still on, but suddenly they were knocked out and everything was black and white. I stopped screaming and turned around, facing the living room. Then my friend yelled, "I'm going to find help! Hold on!" I heard her footsteps die away. I was breathing heavily. I dropped the Ouija board and made a mad dash to my left, into the office, the bathroom, the laundry room, and then the kitchen. I tore through the cupboard below the sink for something I'd heard about before; sulfur. Meanwhile, I heard footsteps getting closer in the living room. They were slow, though. I finally found the sulfur, and it was in a jar. I opened it and started pouring it all around me just as the footsteps were about to enter the kitchen from the doorway across from me.

Then I saw it. It was a tall, lean, dark figure in the doorway. My eyes were fixed on the shady silhouette, and I was paralyzed with fear. It got closer to me, and I could see it towered over me even when I wasn't down on my knees in fear. It proceeded until its feet stood right at the edge of the sulfur line. And then it could go no further. It looked down, and made a growling-yelling sound, I think it was in frustration. Then it vanished. I sighed in relief, but I was still shaking.

I looked at the time on the microwave. It read 6:02 p.m. I don't remember when I dozed off, but when I awoke it was to banging on the back door, which was in the laundry room, about 4 feet away from where I was curled up. "Hannah!" yelled a man's voice. My father's. I looked at the time. It read 12:12 p.m. "Hannah!" he yelled again. "Yeah?" I called quietly. He obviously heard me, though. "Hannah! Are you okay? What's going on in there? The door's locked and I don't have a key." "I... don't... really know. There's something in the house. I can't move more than one foot for safety reasons." I replied in the same raspy voice I always have when I'm scared. I heard my father mumbling among other voices, then he said, "Then I'm breaking in to get you out." "No!" I tried yelling. "It's too dangerous. Just... Just go get a priest, or something. I think it's a ghost." "A ghost?" he said. "Yes, please. Just go, now!" I yelled. "You're sure you're okay? I need to at least leave someone to stay with you. I can stay." "No." I replied. "How many do you have with you?" "Your mother and your friend." "Neither of them can stay. All of you, just go. And please hurry!" I could barely talk anymore. "Okay. Be careful. I'll be back as soon as I can." said my father. A few moments later, and their running footsteps were gone.

I was still tired, and before I knew it, it was 5:33 a.m. I lifted my head, and standing over me was the figure. I was so startled I couldn't even scream. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn't even need to go to the bathroom anymore. Once again, though, the thing disappeared. But a few seconds later, the sulfur sitting around me was blown away. Turning my head, I saw a floating blow-dryer. I screamed, and the dryer fell to the floor, becoming unplugged. I scrambled up, grabbing the jar of sulfur and sprinting in the opposite direction, into the laundry room, the bathroom, the office, and I started to make my way across the living room when I was grabbed from behind. The sulfur jar fell onto the carpet, but didn't break as I tried to wrestle my way out of the hold I was in. I was screaming hysterically, but the grip the thing had on me was like stone. All of a sudden, it wrestled me to the ground. Then it started screaming, and let me go. I grabbed the sulfur jar and hurriedly ran to my room.

Once inside, I closed and locked the door, ran to my bed, and poured the sulfur in a straight line around all four sides of it and climbed on. I was safe again. The whole house became deathly quiet. There was then a tap on my window, and I gave a small shriek. I reached over and shakily opened the blind next to my bed. My father was on the other side of the window, and next to him was a short, gray-haired man who I recognized as our local priest. My father motioned for me to open the window. My eyes drifted toward the clock on my wall, which read 5:49 a.m., and then I reached for the latch on my window as quietly as possible. I carefully flipped it upward so my dad could open it. He slid the window open as carefully as I had unlocked it. "Okay," he whispered. "Climb through quietly." I stepped slowly off of my bed and lifted one foot onto the edge of the windowsill. I bent my head, and grabbed my dad's hands. As I proceeded, he grabbed my waist and I put my hands on his shoulders. I then put my other foot on the windowsill and pressed my bent knees to my father's chest. He then lifted me off the windowsill and slowly lowered my body until I was on the ground. I ran toward my mom and my friend, my mom hugging me first. "Are you okay?" she said. "Fine," I lied.

I don't really want to go into details about the rest of the morning. The priest banished the spirit from our home, and throughout the process there was a lot of screaming and horrible ghastly noises that made me and my friend weep uncontrollably. We were allowed to go back inside at 6:36 a.m., but I preferred to stay at my friend's place again and didn't go back home until about a week after the incident. It was a very traumatic experience for me, and I'll probably never forget that figure that still haunts my dreams.

I documented everything that happened right after it did. The time, the words, everything. I never wanted to forget this, not because of the memories, but so I could one day write about it so I could share my story with the world.

Written by Hannah, Copyright 2010

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Vampire Encounters in New York

I thought of doing research on vampires ever since a strange incident I had back in 1991. I believe that I met a real vampire, not a psychic. When I first saw this guy, the word “vampire” screamed in my head. It was weird, and I thought it was my imagination.

The next couple of days, I thought of the scream that I “heard” inside my head and wanted to use a mirror to see if he had a reflection. Apparently, he read my mind, and saw that I didn’t pose a threat. We spent a few weeks just basically talking, and he was trying to hint at me about what he was, but I was too afraid to come out and just ask him. He told me about being alive over 400 years ago, not being able to go into the sunlight, etc. He basically told me that he was a vampire without using the word vampire itself.

One day, after knowing him for about a month, I go home and the next day, I woke up with a funny type of memory loss. I remembered everything clearly for the last two weeks, except that the memories about him were almost like a blur. It was like trying to remember something from ten years ago, or trying to remember a dream. As the day went on, my memories of him became clearer and I regained full memory as the day wore on. When I went back to where I was spending time with him, he was gone. I believe that he had hypnotized me to forget about him. It was kinda weird how I’m going to remember everything of the day before except for him. It’s a also a possibility that I was able to retain the memories because I had a strong mind. Who knows?

There were three real vampire encounters here in New York that were documented by authorities. The first one was released to the public, it happened around late 70’s or early 80’s and the second one was classified and sent to the Feds to be investigated. The third one was also partially released to the public.

The first one goes like this: A guy gets hit by an ambulance and thrown like 30 to 40 feet in a crowded intersection. There was an ambulance already there at the intersection waiting for the light. All they had to do was open the door and put the guy in the ambulance. They get him to the hospital where he refused all treatment, including blood work and X-rays. He wanted to leave, but he was surrounded by hospital staff and other patients in the ER. He even refused to give his name. They put him in a private room with a nurse outside. He refused all food and water as well.

An elderly couple come to visit him carrying very heavy army duffle bags, they leave later without the duffle bags. An ER tech comes to pick up patient for X-rays, he goes with the X-rays, tech, nurse goes into the room to find out what they brought into the duffle bags to him. She goes into the bathroom and finds a bunch of blood donation bags on the floor, mostly empty, she turns around and runs out of the room, the wheelchair is there with the orderly sitting in it, with fang holes on his neck. She screams and armed security guard comes running (this was the secure floor). He flashes fangs at guard, and the guard shoots. The bullets did absolutely nothing to him. He then jumps out of the window, which was like 15 - 20 stories above the ground and actually runs off like nothing ever happened to him.

This was documented on Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction as a true story. The nurse took an early retirement.

Sent in by Marisol, Copyright 2010

Friday, January 15, 2010

Possible Vampire Sighting in Seattle

Over the holiday period, 3 days before New Year (2010), my girlfriends and I decided to explore Seattle’s nightlife. I have lived in Seattle for the last 4.5 years but have not really investigated the city’s nightlife, much to my girlfriends’ annoyance. My girlfriends are fully aware of this fact and begrudgingly I went on the pub crawl.

After hours of trudging through the cold night, visiting many bars, we finally discovered a bar in Belltown which was located down an alleyway. I don’t know the name of the bar, it was dark and I wasn’t attentive at this point. This was our final destination and I was relieved. I was the designated driver and I had stopped drinking several hours earlier, so I wasn’t feeling the euphoria which was shared by my girlfriends, in fact I was miserable!

I remember the entryway to the bar had two stone steps; I stubbed my toe on one of them as I ascended the stairs which is why I remember. The interior was dark; it was small, packed full of punters and a very sticky floor. We managed to push our way to the bar and ordered some drinks. We stood near the bar, the place was heaving, my girlfriends had already consumed the first lot of refreshments and they were drinking like a fish, so it was the best place for us to stand.

I pushed my way to the bar a second time to get the girls more drinks. Whilst I was stood at the bar, I was flanked on the right by a group of men who were loud and crass and to my left was a man probably 6 foot tall or so, with dark short hair and wearing a grey tee-shirt. I didn’t pay much attention to anyone as my focus was to attract the bartender so I could order the drinks.

The man on my left spoke to me but I couldn’t decipher what I heard. I turned to look at his face and his stare was quite piercing. II noticed he had really dark eyes, but then he was back lit so part of his face was cast in shadow.  He then touched my shoulder and said something. At first I couldn’t interpret what he was trying to say. There was too much noise, music blaring, punters talking and laughing, it just sounded like a roar, until he touched my shoulder and the noise just drifted away, similar to when one inserts earplugs to reduce noise. At first I couldn’t comprehend what happened. I think I was dazed for a minute or so, and then he started to speak again and I could hear him. He asked for my name and I provided my real name without thinking, then he asked who my friends were. The chit chat carried on for a couple of minutes and then he told me he was a vampire. I scoffed at the statement, and then he showed me his teeth. His teeth were nice actually, bright and shiny and he had slight elongated canines. I didn’t believe him, I thought the teeth were glued on and thought my girlfriends must have bribed him to poke fun at my skeptical nature. I asked him if he likes to role-play as a vampire and became quite persistent in questioning. He was adamant he was a vampire and got frustrated so I asked him to prove it.

He said he could bite me to prove it, but I rejected that idea. I am not naive to think blood disorders can’t be passed on through a bite. He mentioned he knew where I was from, (which I thought was easy since I have a British accent), where I work and roughly where I live now.  I was astounded when he clearly stated I was from the north of England, northern coast, near Blackpool, (actually I was born in Preston, Lancashire, which is 15 minutes from Blackpool). He stated I worked for an aerospace company and that I lived 40 minutes south of Seattle. He mentioned that I was married (the married part was obvious, I had my wedding rings on) and then he stated that I had a little girl.  At this revelation, I was truly nervous; I didn’t believe he was a vampire, but a stalker. He knew too much about me. I wondered how he knew I had a little girl. I was actually panicking at this stage. I quickly walked away and pushed my way back to my friends; I didn’t turn around to look at him and quickly told my friends what occurred. We left the bar within minutes. We had to walk a little and as we approached the car park, my friends noticed the “Vampire” from the bar, standing next to a bus shelter. I quickly ushered my friends into the car park and got out of Seattle as fast as I could drive, hoping he didn’t get a chance to see the license plate number.

Over the past couple of weeks I have been questioned a multitude of times by my friends and have been asked to inspect every single aspect of that night. The night in question, I was cold stone sober so I know what I saw and heard. However, I am still dubious he was a vampire, but I am not sure what he was. I was definitely astonished that he knew so much about me. I can’t explain how he knew so much. I am essentially a foreigner in this country and don’t have much information spread everywhere as most U.S. citizens.  It is hard to track me unless you have access to immigration databases.

Anyway, this is my weird story, you can interpret this tale how you wish. I, on the other hand, have learned to be more careful about the places I visit in the future.

Written by Dinah

Vampires and Secrecy

Ok first of all I support what Marishka says because it’s true. Samantha, if you are truly a Vampire you do not let yourself be known to society like that, you put all of our kind in danger. If you tell people that you’re a true Vampire they might find you and kill you like Marishka said. Don’t take immortality for granted because we can be killed, I’m not saying how though, I’m not stupid like a lot of people here that say everything about us.

People have to stop thinking that we’re evil and stuff like that because it’s not true. Some of us are actually very noble and kind. We pity the humans because they do not understand our kind and ways. I’ve read a lot of articles here about people confused if they could be Vampires just because they have a lot of knowledge about them. Well it’s not true just because you know a lot about us does not mean you are one of us.

I really appreciate how you’re curious about our kind but a lot of our ancestors have been killed because of stupid humans because they can’t keep their mouth shut if they know a Vampire. I only trust other Vampires and Half-Breeds and if you don't know what a Half-Breed is well it’s a half Vampire and something else like Vampire-Human, Vampire-Lycan (which is really hard to be one and really rare). There’s actually a lot of Vampire-Humans because one of their parents is a Vampire and the other is a Human so they are born a Half-Breed. It’s really rare to be a Vampire-Lycan though and honestly I feel sorry for you because being two different kind of creatures that are sworn enemies is really hard.

A lot of Humans despise us because they do not understand our ways and yes we could destroy the Human race but we’re scared… why? Well simply because they have stronger weapons and a lot more technology then before. My mom once told me that in the 1700s and 1800s all the Humans had to come after us were wooden stakes, pitchforks, torches and stuff like that but now Humans have guns and stuff.

If you think you’re a Vampire because you have a lot of similarities with our kind hit me up. I’ll be glad to answer your questions but with one condition: YOU HAVE TO EARN MY TRUST if you want me to answer your questions. Also please don’t ask me stupid questions like how do you kill a Vampire because of course I will not answer that I don’t want to put my Vampire friends, family members, and/or fellow Vampires out there!

Written by Carlos Hernandez

Vampires and Secrecy

Ok first of all I support what Marishka says because it’s true. Samantha (http://freakybrain.blogspot.com/2010/12/samantha-real-vampire.html), if you are truly a Vampire you do not let yourself be known to society like that, you put all of our kind in danger. If you tell people that you’re a true Vampire they might find you and kill you like Marishka said. Don’t take immortality for granted because we can be killed, I’m not saying how though, I’m not stupid like a lot of people here that say everything about us.

People have to stop thinking that we’re evil and stuff like that because it’s not true. Some of us are actually very noble and kind. We pity the humans because they do not understand our kind and ways. I’ve read a lot of articles here about people confused if they could be Vampires just because they have a lot of knowledge about them. Well it’s not true just because you know a lot about us does not mean you are one of us.

I really appreciate how you’re curious about our kind but a lot of our ancestors have been killed because of stupid humans because they can’t keep their mouth shut if they know a Vampire. I only trust other Vampires and Half-Breeds and if you don't know what a Half-Breed is well it’s a half Vampire and something else like Vampire-Human, Vampire-Lycan (which is really hard to be one and really rare). There’s actually a lot of Vampire-Humans because one of their parents is a Vampire and the other is a Human so they are born a Half-Breed. It’s really rare to be a Vampire-Lycan though and honestly I feel sorry for you because being two different kind of creatures that are sworn enemies is really hard.

A lot of Humans despise us because they do not understand our ways and yes we could destroy the Human race but we’re scared… why? Well simply because they have stronger weapons and a lot more technology then before. My mom once told me that in the 1700s and 1800s all the Humans had to come after us were wooden stakes, pitchforks, torches and stuff like that but now Humans have guns and stuff.

If you think you’re a Vampire because you have a lot of similarities with our kind hit me up. I’ll be glad to answer your questions but with one condition: YOU HAVE TO EARN MY TRUST if you want me to answer your questions. Also please don’t ask me stupid questions like how do you kill a Vampire because of course I will not answer that I don’t want to put my Vampire friends, family members, and/or fellow Vampires out there!

Written by Carlos Hernandez, Copyright 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010

Vampires - Can there be Proof?

The myths and legends that are researched to make theories date back far into the past, and yet, their isn’t enough evidence to be able to say vampires exist as a fact. It’s a mystery we can’t shake after all these years. I believe vampirism is an idea that will never be proven, at least not online, and that is the only worldwide connection we all share. There are some posters on here that believe in vampirism based on personal experiences, and that is pretty much the only way to write it in stone. But with the internet, you don’t have that assurance. Videos can be faked, along with pictures, and when it comes to forums… well, that just turns into “he said, she said”. As a whole, it’s a mystery eternal.

I can’t put faith or belief in the existence of vampires, but what place do I have to say they don’t exist. However, I do understand that the media gives people (specifically younger people) the fascination of vampires. The dreams of vampirism, if that’s understandable.

People post comments on here straight up claiming they are a vampire, and notice how there is always at least one skeptic. Now, obviously, we’re dealing with the internet, and when we get right down to it, it can’t be proven. In the end, it’s left to faith, or an open-mind… but to come to a decision on whether they exist or not, as the title of the article asks… it can’t be left up to open-mindedness. You either accept the possibility or not. Seeing as how there is no middle ground online, stating that you are a vampire or giving scenarios showing signs is pretty much irrelevant… unless of course, you just want to share your dreams and experiences. And maybe people only post these things because having someone else believe them makes them feel good… and maybe that will just drag them deeper into their dream… or experience.

I guess the main point I want to get across is this, and I use an example:

We see a black or white person, and we acknowledge them to be black or white. It’s fact, and we accept it. The idea of vampirism taking the place of either of those examples is impossible, because of the media. It can never be accepted worldwide that vampires exist or don’t exist. So what is left… but to grab on to a dream. That is all vampirism will truly be.

Sent in by "Cros"

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Samantha The Real Vampire

Some of you have probably seen me on other posts. So I decided to make one of my own so it will be easier to answer your questions. As most of you know I am a real vampire. And I thrive for humans to know about me. Maybe some of you would like to know about my life. Okay so I will tell you about it. What I can remember anyways.

I was born in the 1800's and I am 144 years old. I was turned at 17. When I first woke up in the strange place where my "maker" left me I didn't know what happened. I thought maybe I had been kidnapped and the person left me. I was sweating really badly and I had blood all over my neck and chest. I tried to find my way back home but I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember anything I had done before I woke up. The only thing I could remember was my name. Someone found me where I was and brought me home.

They had all kinds of doctors to try and see what was wrong with me but they couldn't figure out what was wrong. And personally I didn't know what was wrong with me. Time passed and I never aged. I still looked 17 as they said.

They soon started accusing my family of being witches. But that soon went away. More years passed and my mother grew older and my father. But I was still "17" even though I should be a lot older. Soon enough my mother died. And soon after my father. I was an only child so I had no one else. I lived alone and in abandoned houses. I didn't need to eat so that was no problem. But I liked blood. And at the time I didn't know why.

Many years passed and soon enough I began researching and looking up things. And I found one thing I never thought twice about me being; I was a vampire. This was strange to me. Because like most of you I didn't believe in things like that. I thought it was stupid and ignorant. But sure enough that's what I was. And soon I found every file they had of me and got rid of it. So I never existed. If you tried to look me up you wouldn't find me.

Years later I met my best friend Makailey and told her what I was and I moved in with her and I have lived there for three years. Before I met her I was traveling. I have been everywhere. I love traveling.

But that's my story. And like I said in other peoples posts. If you have any questions feel free to ask them because I love to answer questions.

Written by Samantha

Samantha The Real Vampire

Some of you have probably seen me on other posts. So I decided to make one of my own so it will be easier to answer your questions. As most of you know I am a real vampire. And I thrive for humans to know about me. Maybe some of you would like to know about my life. Okay so I will tell you about it. What I can remember anyways.

I was born in the 1800's and I am 144 years old. I was turned at 17. When I first woke up in the strange place where my "maker" left me I didn't know what happened. I thought maybe I had been kidnapped and the person left me. I was sweating really badly and I had blood all over my neck and chest. I tried to find my way back home but I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember anything I had done before I woke up. The only thing I could remember was my name. Someone found me where I was and brought me home.

They had all kinds of doctors to try and see what was wrong with me but they couldn't figure out what was wrong. And personally I didn't know what was wrong with me. Time passed and I never aged. I still looked 17 as they said.

They soon started accusing my family of being witches. But that soon went away. More years passed and my mother grew older and my father. But I was still "17" even though I should be a lot older. Soon enough my mother died. And soon after my father. I was an only child so I had no one else. I lived alone and in abandoned houses. I didn't need to eat so that was no problem. But I liked blood. And at the time I didn't know why.

Many years passed and soon enough I began researching and looking up things. And I found one thing I never thought twice about me being; I was a vampire. This was strange to me. Because like most of you I didn't believe in things like that. I thought it was stupid and ignorant. But sure enough that's what I was. And soon I found every file they had of me and got rid of it. So I never existed. If you tried to look me up you wouldn't find me.

Years later I met my best friend Makailey and told her what I was and I moved in with her and I have lived there for three years. Before I met her I was traveling. I have been everywhere. I love traveling.

But that's my story. And like I said in other peoples posts. If you have any questions feel free to ask them because I love to answer questions.

Written by Samantha, Copyright 2010 VampireTruthOrMyth.com

Friday, January 8, 2010

How I Know There are Vampires

Here is a tale for you of how I know there are vampires.

When I was small and before there was electricity in the lonely country area we had recently moved to (Yeah others besides vampires are old) I was sleeping in the same room as one of my baby sisters and several nights in a row I was awakened to find a shimmering full grown female figure beside my sisters cot. Each time I woke the figure sensed it and gestured at me and that froze me back to oblivion. I asked my mother why she had been in seeing my sister but she said she hadn't. In the next days my sister tragically died suddenly of moisture loss. I knew I had had a supernatural experience but never thought much about and always presumed it was an angel prior to my sisters death.

Many years later I was friends with some paranormal interested people and living with them near Sydney and they asked if I had had any paranormal experiences and I recalled this and told them. This website made me think of it again and for the first time in depth and with physic perception (akin to the TV show stuff although I don't know if the TV stuff is true).

I was able to peel back the shimmering “angel” seeming aura as the deliberate disguise the vampire had adopted from its long and often prior experiences with other children in the room of its victim waking up. I have seen through it to that and even to it slipping in through the top corner of the room which was a common spook entering the room method from 1700 - 1975.

I have seen of it like this that it fed off 2 - 5 kids a year like this with 2 to 5 visits for each for up to 145 years prior to my sister and mathematically calculated its moisture draining so as the last feed would drop the child's moisture level below recovery and the child must die. I have seen other manifestations of the same spook and have seen even further with physic vision of it than I have said.

So there is my tale for you, make of it what you will but its how I know there are vampires although if I ever get my hands on that one there will be one less.

Sent in by "knower"

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Vampire in the Basement

The Embry family was perfect in their home in the big city but then their house burned down and they had to move. They chose this old house in the suburbs and they were very happy there until one night.

The youngest girl, who was 15, was in her room on the top floor. She couldn't sleep so she went to the basement where her older sister slept before she moved and she slept very well there. She stayed there for a long time and made it into her room.

One night as she was sleeping something knocked on the widow and woke her up but she ignored it. She couldn't get to sleep again so she just closed her eyes. After about five minutes she felt something holding her head and her back. It started lifting her up to it and she opened her eyes and her head went back then she murmured to her self, "oh my gosh."

An extremely handsome boy smiled and she saw two fangs, not bigger than the size of a humans but so much shaper. Then he went back to her and grabbed her in the same way and kissed her and put his mouth to her neck and almost bit in but then she screamed as loudly as she could and her parents started rushing down the stairs. The boy looked up and ran away.

Her parents asked, "what is it?" In a worried tone the girl said nothing because of the shock but finally she said in very low voice, "vampire." Her parents said, "what?!" "Vampire," the girl screamed. Her parents were so confused, "you just had a bad dream go back to sleep ok?"

Then she fell asleep again for about two hours and a little movement on her bed woke her and she saw the boy again. Just as she was about to scream he put his and on her mouth and spoke with the most lovely voice in the world, "if you say anything or make any noise I will kill you and your parents, but if your quiet I will do you a favor." She said, "ok," very quietly, "ok and what is that favor?" All he did was smile and move toward her neck. Then she said, "no," and he leaned back and said, "fine I won't but I would be doing you a favor but since you don't want me to then I won't but I do get to stay in your room tonight." "ok fine you can sleep on the couch in the living room." "No I get to sleep in your bed and if you say no I will kill you right here right now." "Ok," so he laid down and snuggled up close and she froze. He asked, "are you ok?" "Yeah, your just very cold." "Oh sorry now go to sleep," then he started singing. His voice made her fall asleep so he quickly got up and bit her leg were she wouldn't see the fang marks.

The next day at 10:00 pm she felt so much pain that she went to the doctor and he did tests and all the signs said she was dead.

Sent in by Halisha, Copyright 2010

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Vampyre Legends Trends and Fads

For many years trends and fads come and go. The legend of the Vampyre’s however have out-staged any fad. From Buffy to Angel, Twilight to True Blood, Vampire Diaries etc.

It’s fascinating to have the ability to live forever, to intoxicate the human mind and seduce them into a climatic frenzy while the Vampyre feasts on their blood.

In movies, books and TV series, vampires are attractive and have stamina, they are passionate and fatally romantic. What is it about this legend that makes so many people out there want to believe in its existence?

I am an artist I write and I live out my life behind a lens. In the past few weeks I have lost everything you can think of. I am young but feel as though I have lived 1000 years. I, just as much as you all, wish I had superhuman strength and the ability to live forever and discover a fountain of youth that will make it so that I will never age, that I will keep my beauty forever more.

The reality is, this simply does not happen from the day we are born we already begin the process of dying.

My advice; create your own story, fantasy, live out your dreams live each day as if it were your last and… try to picture what mark you would like to make in this world, how you would like to be remembered and focus on taking the steps necessary to achieve those goals.

I suppose its not until you lose everything that you sit here at 6 pm on a Sunday evening and realize you have nothing.

Search for this legendary Vampyre all you want, you will find nothing because they simply do not exist.

Sent in by Tamara

Questions About Vampires

The thoughts and questions raised here should make for a very interesting discussion:

Recently it has been brought to my attention that mythical creatures might just be real, as I do not believe in the folklore, and would really like the truth, please would you answer some of my questions.

1. Modern Vampires, as you call them, are they like the real vampires, whose soul is promised to the devil?

2. How would one know that they are who they say they are, any traits that might be shown to identify them?

3. Are they capable to love, just another ordinary human, without placing them in danger?

4. You talk about government agencies that are aware of this, if they are not dangerous then why are they hidden.

5. Are Vampires also scared and hide from light?

6. Can Vampires read minds (as told in many stories)?

7. What supernatural powers do Vampires have?

8. Is it dangerous to be romantically involved with them, not just for the human but for the Vampire itself?

9. If Vampires do not use blood for feeding (like the Psychic Vampires) what do they feed on? (I understand energy for another, but explain, how they do that)

10. Is this really true or has the entertainment industry introduced something in life and now everyone is following (Interview with a Vampire, The Twilight saga… etc.). Is this really true or just a bunch of people so bored with life that they have now decided it is true? Please excuse my attack, I am just really not so convinced, and if you have friends telling you this is what they really are, the need to learn and question arises even more.

11. If one is not called and transformed to a Vampire, because that is what happens when you get bitten by one, and you were not born to be a vampire (which I also do not understand) then how does it happen? Please its one thing I need to have answered (as my friend, not explaining much, just told me it happened about six years ago, he never said how it happened just that “it” did).

I am fully aware of the Greek myth of Lamia and the Biblical story of Lilith, all associated with the serpent and Hades or the Devil… I am questioning the modern vampire stories, that they walk amongst us as human.

Your help would mean the world to me. Many thanks.

Sent in by Nix, Copyright 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Vampires Require Energy and Life Force

I’m not actually quite sure how it works. If you can think that each of you has a certain energy around you, circling you. It’s the energy of life. Dead things don’t have that energy, vampires don’t have that energy. If we want to stay alive, we need that energy. It circles you. It runs through your blood, too. Lot of people only associate blood with medican terms. Somewhere along the line it has lost its mythological sense. And, I myself look at the medical, physical side more; the fact is that without your blood, you couldn’t live. It is your blood that transports thing around your body. With each beat of your heart, blood is passed, and so are those vital supplies. But also in your blood you have the essence of your life, the same essence that radiates out of you and circles you. It’s a natural thing, and unique to living things.

I don’t know how I became a vampire. I’m just here. I guess I look around twenty? I don’t know. Nowadays you can’t tell people’s age through looking. Anyway. I don’t know, but that sort of force attracts me. Somehow I can intake your energy. If I breathe in – I don’t technically breathe, my face is structured like yours but inside I bet I’m different. I could do it by drinking your blood but by standing near you I can breathe in your energy. You wouldn’t know it, you wouldn’t sense it. It’s not a physical thing, and considering the fact that people nowadays aren’t very religious and hold no specific belief in anything like spirits and the essences of life, you wouldn’t have something in your mind telling you. Subconsciously, you may feel a little drained. Physically, I guess it would make sense to feel tired – I’m slurping your life force.

I’m not very healthy. I can survive, because I feed, but human blood is better. There is animal blood, and for those who only drink blood, then they could go for that. But I don’t like it. It’s not that, it makes me feel less humane. I like having human life in me, not an animals. Trust me, an animals life is ruled by so many different aspects compared to a humans, and they don’t have as much love for life. The zest of their energy isn’t there; they live to survive, they survive to life; it’s a pointless cycle. I prefer human imagination. It was better back when people were spiritual.

Even though I’m guessing we were more hunted then; more people believed, more people sensed. But I’m not saying don’t talk about us because I don’t want humans to know I am there so that I can feed easier – I love humans. I am so jealous, but I still manage to love. As much as I love humans, feel for humans, I can’t stop myself completely.

I tire very quickly. I spend my days in shopping centres and such, feeding off people. I have no companions. I pride myself on resisting the urge to kill. My life is pathetic, a waste. It’s not good. If I drank blood, I guess I’d feel better. There would be more to take in. But, I don’t. So, I feed off your energy instead. A strong willed person is often better than a weak person, but there’s not really anyway of knowing that. Basically, I don’t like vampires, I don’t think they're something to be adhered. I’m probably a demon from somewhere. I’ve never met another actual vampire. I’ve met fakes, loads of them, and humans who will literally sit an slurp ketchup all day to appear slightly different. I’m sorry if I seem moody, it’s just the way that I am.

Sent in by Ren

Attacked by an Evil Entity

This is an account of what happened to myself and others I have no proof or evidence to back up what I say so make of this what you will. First of all I am not a writer so spelling and punctuation is going to be all over the place. I am a 37 year old male from Australia. I am a machinist by trade and have been working in heavy industry for 20 years. I have worked in many mining towns over the country and currently run a machine shop that builds drill rigs, our company drills for minerals in 6 countries. I'm telling you this so you understand that I'm a very grounded, responsible man who is not easily rattled as I say I run a machine shop in a very hard industry that a lot of people cant cope with.

I am on your web site purely by chance and don't really have an interest in this subject. I am writing this mainly because I've told only one person about this and I tend to stay clear of this particular subject so again make of it what you will.

About seven years ago my younger brother (by 8 years) moved into a large flat with a guy he grew up with and another guy and his girlfriend who I'd only known for about six months. The flat had three bedrooms and was on the third floor of a five story complex. It was about a 15 minute walk to the beach in a well known suburb so the first time I visited him I was reasonably impressed and happy that he had a decent place to live as we were all originally from a poorer suburb.

I visited the next week and the girl (I don't want to use names) was telling us about her hair being touched or pulled. I cant remember the exact details as we were drinking and smoking pot, not to excess but just a normal get together, and just blamed the weed, had a laugh and didn't say anymore about it.

Two weeks later I got a call from my brother asking if I would come around to help move furniture with my car, it was a ford Ute or pick up. When I arrived he told me that the girl had moved out the previous night. I asked why and he said something about an argument with her boyfriend. She said someone was touching her stuff, things going missing, and she was also pissed because he didn't believe her about her hair being touched or pulled. But we didn't know that until later, we just thought it was a standard break up.

A week later the boyfriend moved out to be with the girlfriend and another person who is a close friend moved in so my car was needed once again to move furniture.

About two weeks later I visited again we had some drinks, went to the beach and later that evening friend "A" started telling me that he'd seen something on more than one occasion. Because we were drinking I thought he was having a bit of a joke but he swore blind he saw something like an outline of a shadow or something like that. I think he then said, "like in predator when its invisible its blurry when it moves". I laughed called him a dick head and told him its probably headlights from traffic as they were on a busy road. He said I was probably right and nothing more was said about it.

I was back a week later and the subject came up again now friend "A" is swearing blind he saw something again. So I started laughing at him again telling him to lay off the weed then friend "B" said he thinks he saw something also. I didn't believe them and thought they were having a laugh at my expense. I told them again about car headlights bouncing of signs and reflecting through the window.

He then got me to follow him to his room. He had aluminum foil on the window of his room and a fabric snake that stopped light getting in under the gap between the door and the floor it was completely dark, then they both told me they had been sitting in that room a night or two before and seen something. I said bullshit because I was older than them and thought there must be a logical reason so they asked me to sit in the room with them that night as I had to work I couldn't but set it up for the weekend.

There were about eight people the night I went back and my brother told me he had seen it also. My brother didn't believe them so "A" agreed to sit in the room with them. He told me the three of them were sitting either side of bed one in bed smoking pot waiting to see something he said friend "A" yelled, "there it is" and he swears he saw something.

I asked what they did and he told me they started asking it to come back offering it bongs asking it to lift things up, basically annoying it according to my brother and his friends, nothing happened so they got bored and went back to what they were doing. This happened two nights before I was there.

So this is what I saw. There were four of us, one on the bed the others on either side. I was on the left my brother to my left and friend B on the right so we started calling at whatever they saw calling it names telling it to do something. Nothing happened so we sat there talking between ourselves and taunting it for about a hour.

Then friend A handed me a joint (I had not smoked weed that day) and he lay back down on the bed. I asked for a light my brother to my left carries a Zippo and as he lit it the bed moved like some one was getting in or out of the bed really fast sort of jumping, I felt it because I was turned with my back against the bed anyway I lit the joint looked up at my brother and saw a look I've never seen before on his face I turned to the bed to see what he was looking at and the bed jumped again. I saw friend A get pushed into the bed and held down. You could see him sinking into the mattress. I jumped up in a panic and screamed at my brother to turn on the light as he was closest to the door. He just stood there, lighter still on, the guy on the bed started making choking sounds and the guy on the right was trying to get him up. He yelled at me to help so I grabbed him by the arm I could feel something pushing him down (I saw him the next day and he had bruises around his neck).

Meanwhile my brother burned his thumb from the lighter, ran to the light switch, turned it on and the thing let go. We all ran as fast as we could to the car park. Friend A was ok, shaken up but not hurt. None of us wanted to step foot in there again but we left our keys, wallets, and money so all of us had to go back. Nothing happened and my brother and I went back the next day to pick up his stuff, again nothing happened, but I was scared to death. We never really talked about it, we decided it wasn't worth the ridicule. When people asked why they moved out they said they were evicted for noise. I've still never seen a ghost and don't really want to. I don't claim to know anything about this subject but whatever it was knew exactly what it was doing.

Sent in by Boris, Copyright 2010