Talk Paranormal's Second Annual Fiction Story Writing Contest
Over $200 in cash prizes plus we will be giving away books and T-shirts ~ No Entry Fee!
Sponsored by Red Wheel/Weiser http://www.redwheelweiser.com and True Ghost Tales http://www.trueghosttales.com
Prizes:
1st prize $100
2nd prize $75
3rd prize $50
4th, 5th, 6th and 7th Prizes will receive a gift package including winner’s choice of one book from Red Wheel Weiser (book list choices included below) plus a choice of either a True Ghost Tales tee shirt or a Talk Paranormal tee shirt (design line to be completed and available for viewing by Oct. 1, 2010).
8th, 9th and 10th Prizes will receive winner’s choice of either a True Ghost Tales tee shirt or a Talk Paranormal tee shirt.
Red Wheel/Weiser Book Prize Selection List;
Aradia Gospel Of The Witches
Beyond Bizarre
Demon Lover
The Grail, The Stone And The Mystics
The Herbal Kitchen
The Royal Line Of Christ
The Secret History of Consciousness
The Weiser Field Guide To Witches
The Witches Almanac Issue 30
Vampyre Sanguinomicon
For Complete Rules and Guidelines See This ~ http://www.talkparanormal.com/thread-8403.html
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Ghost Bride in Big Fork Church Of God
The Ghost Bride in a Black Dress
One night I was at church and I was in one room all alone except my cousin Gary reading the Bible. I wasn't sure that we were alone. All of a sudden we heard high-heel shoes walking down the Isle. Then we heard an organ playing like at a wedding.
All of a sudden I looked back and I saw a bride in her Black Dress. Then we had a chill go down our spines. She looked like she was bloody around her mouth like her tongue had been cut off. Her hair was full of dirt and blood except for her black hair.
We heard the rumor that there was a ghost bride at Big Fork Church Of God in Eastern Ky. We wanted to see it ourselves. So Gary got us a ride and we went to stay the night there.
Since we were going to be there all night Gary brought his Lap top and did some research on that mysterious bride. It said to be that she was murdered at that church on that day of her wedding and it was that very same night we were there. It was July 20, 2005.
Her name was to be told as Cindy Begley. She was murdered by her ex-husband because he was hidden at the church. He was in the basement and she went down there to get ready. She tried to fight him off but couldn't and she was stabbed by the knife he owned.
He drug her down to the forest and buried her alive. She suffocated under the dirt. She got out a day later by digging. She went and killed herself because she went mentally challenged.
Still every July 20th she kills herself again and so on. So we saw her and she walked down the isle kissed her groom and killed herself.
We got out of that place really fast and now today I remember it like it was yesterday. So never stop believing in ghosts because they are real. So I will write more again sometime that's the story.
Sent in by Ghost, Copyright 2010
One night I was at church and I was in one room all alone except my cousin Gary reading the Bible. I wasn't sure that we were alone. All of a sudden we heard high-heel shoes walking down the Isle. Then we heard an organ playing like at a wedding.
All of a sudden I looked back and I saw a bride in her Black Dress. Then we had a chill go down our spines. She looked like she was bloody around her mouth like her tongue had been cut off. Her hair was full of dirt and blood except for her black hair.
We heard the rumor that there was a ghost bride at Big Fork Church Of God in Eastern Ky. We wanted to see it ourselves. So Gary got us a ride and we went to stay the night there.
Since we were going to be there all night Gary brought his Lap top and did some research on that mysterious bride. It said to be that she was murdered at that church on that day of her wedding and it was that very same night we were there. It was July 20, 2005.
Her name was to be told as Cindy Begley. She was murdered by her ex-husband because he was hidden at the church. He was in the basement and she went down there to get ready. She tried to fight him off but couldn't and she was stabbed by the knife he owned.
He drug her down to the forest and buried her alive. She suffocated under the dirt. She got out a day later by digging. She went and killed herself because she went mentally challenged.
Still every July 20th she kills herself again and so on. So we saw her and she walked down the isle kissed her groom and killed herself.
We got out of that place really fast and now today I remember it like it was yesterday. So never stop believing in ghosts because they are real. So I will write more again sometime that's the story.
Sent in by Ghost, Copyright 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Back Yard of a Haunted Mansion
me and my friend were riding our bikes, it was night time about to be midnight and we happened to pass by this mansion that we have been told was haunted. I had my camera and he said we should go back and take pictures to see if we could find anything. we put our bikes down and started walking in acting tough like we weren't afraid but we both were. it was silent, no cars were on the street, no lights were on in any house around. I looked at my phone and it was midnight with a full moon out. he wanted to leave but I said lets stay for another 5 minutes or so. we took a few pictures and found nothing. as we were going to leave I felt something or someone touch the back of my neck, so I asked my friend if it was him he said no. when I turned around I looked at a certain spot where a big old tree was, and I saw a black figure standing near it. I told my friend to look slowly and when he looked he said he seen nothing.
I took a picture and it wasn't there. I went back in alone because I wasn't leaving without knowing what it was, that's just the kind of person I am. when I went towards the tree a black cat ran out and ran across the lot. I said "if there's a ghost here show yourself, and started cussing". I took a picture and in the picture was a figure of a butcher knife, right near the right side of the tree. I blinked my eyes and held them shut for a second or two and opened them to see my friend on my side eyes wide open, spooked. I looked at the tree and there was a heavy figured man, almost a black figure but it was holding a black cat, a butchers knife and I could see his facial expression. he looked to be smiling, like an evil smile that he was laughing at us. we ran back to our bikes and they weren't there, we looked around but no bikes. we turned around one last time to look and the man was standing there waving at us still with that smile on his face, so me and my friend just ran home, ran and ran did not stop running until we got home. we went to sleep and woke up the next afternoon and wanted to go back to that mansion. we went back and our bikes were in the same exact position, order, and place as we put them last night. we picked them up, rode thru the yard and seen a headless black cat lying near a bush.
I wont ever forget that day, and now every time I see a butcher, or a butcher knife I get chills down my spine.
some advice, don't swear at something you are scared of. I don't think they like it too much.
Sent in by Joshua Anthony Ardente, Copyright 2010
I took a picture and it wasn't there. I went back in alone because I wasn't leaving without knowing what it was, that's just the kind of person I am. when I went towards the tree a black cat ran out and ran across the lot. I said "if there's a ghost here show yourself, and started cussing". I took a picture and in the picture was a figure of a butcher knife, right near the right side of the tree. I blinked my eyes and held them shut for a second or two and opened them to see my friend on my side eyes wide open, spooked. I looked at the tree and there was a heavy figured man, almost a black figure but it was holding a black cat, a butchers knife and I could see his facial expression. he looked to be smiling, like an evil smile that he was laughing at us. we ran back to our bikes and they weren't there, we looked around but no bikes. we turned around one last time to look and the man was standing there waving at us still with that smile on his face, so me and my friend just ran home, ran and ran did not stop running until we got home. we went to sleep and woke up the next afternoon and wanted to go back to that mansion. we went back and our bikes were in the same exact position, order, and place as we put them last night. we picked them up, rode thru the yard and seen a headless black cat lying near a bush.
I wont ever forget that day, and now every time I see a butcher, or a butcher knife I get chills down my spine.
some advice, don't swear at something you are scared of. I don't think they like it too much.
Sent in by Joshua Anthony Ardente, Copyright 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Selena's Ghost
At the end of the in CD there is an interview with the Artist who tells a story about one of the many ghost stories along the Gulf Coast. This one spoke about seeing Selena's walking along the shores of Corpus Christi Beach on hot, quite summer nights. According to people who knew Selena's history, she had led a very troubled childhood, after her father forced her to quit school in order to work and support the family. Anyone who has met him, knows he is large man with a pine apple complexion and looks like Panama's Dictator Mannel Noriega. He had dreams of being a big time promoter and obligated his kids to perform, then treated them harshly. He literally stole Selena's childhood from her by forcing her to perform in the family business which he ran like a dictator. He forced her to drop out of high school, so she never got to experience all the thrills of being young, carefree and happy. He was protective and jealous, so she never had boyfirends. He was alleagedly overly jealous of any male that came around. He was so protective, to the point of causing people to wonder if there wasn't anything inappropriate going on between himself and Sweet,beautiful Selena. No one may ever know that for certain.
What is certain is that he got rich off his children, especaily Selena who is now a legend in the music culture of Texas. We are also asked to believe she was murdered by Yolanda, the woman who worshipped her. The father accused her of stealing, but this is suspect, others suggest there was a sexual relationship between her and Yolanda. It is noteworthy to remember Yolanda claimed Selena's father sexually assulted her with a loaded pistol, which led her to buying a gun for protection. Again, this may never be known. What is known is that Selena was killed by a bullet fired from a gun Yolanda was holding, the rest is music legend. Alleagedly the Mexican Mafia placed a bounty on Yolanda's head and she went into hiding after being released from prison. The details of what led up to her murder, and sexual nature of their relationship may never be known.Many are hoping Yoland leaves her story behind someday.
The legend of Selena's ghost begins shortly after she was buried at Sea Side Memorial park, less than a block form the ocean, along Ocean View blvd. in Corpus Christi, Tx. People who come by the thousands to view her grave have reported hearing her singing just as the sun sets,on hot, quite summer nights. People have reported seeing her walking on Corpus Christi beach along the sea wall, near the T-heads and the Holiday Inn.
I had given up the idea of Selena's Ghost until I read a book called The Sorcerer's Secret's, at The Toltec Institute which mentions's the same story, by a completely different person.Iwas so impressed by the book, that I decided to go visit Selena's grave at Sea Side Memorial Park. After sharing the story with friends we planned to park near the burial grounds then sneak over the fence and stand vigil by her grave. It was easy, there no guards,no dogs and no one was there. I was not prepared for what happened next. We had not been there longer than an hour when we noticed a shadowy woman's figuer moving form the road onto the grave itself, standing still, sitting, standing then raising. It was spooky as hell, then we heard a woman's voice crying. The strangness of the sound made it difficult to recognize the voice, but it was clearly a woman's voice and she was crying. We stood there transfixed in awe, a little scared but completely blown away. The legends of Selena's Ghost is true. After a few moments it disappeared. I got the nerve to walk up to the grave and take a little of the dirt from her grave. I wanted to take a little bit of her with me, I guess.
The next day all of us were still stuned by what we'd experienced. I felt bad about taking the dirt. I wanted to take it back but didn't want to risk it, so we took the dirt to Corpus Christi Beach, and left it there. It was then I realized why Selena's Ghost had also been seen along this beach. Other people had done the same thing, and Selena's ghost and energy are clearly connected to the earth and sand of the area. Her grave site is only a few miles form the beach, plus other people must have brought dirt form her grave site and left it here, so she appears here as well.
The nights along the gulf coast are very dark, quite and muggy. During the summer when there is no breez coming in off the sea,it gets very humid and mist forms. Sometimes a melodic. agreedable sound is heard, humming sweetly carried by the humid, hot night. Some say its only music floating in from passing cars, I believe it's Selena's sweet voice which lingers over the beach she loved so much. For those of you who wish to hear her voice,you should know Corpus Christi is a beautiful city, with lots to do. They have a small statue of her not far from where she's been seen walking along the shore.
Sent in by Blues boxing, Copyright 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Connecting with Like Spirits
I'd like to find other people who have had similar experiences as I. I know I don't fit into a very large group and it may not be possible to find anyone with similar background.
I was born in an Army Hospital in Germany. My father was a career solider who'd fought all over the world in every fight he could find. He has been in almost 30 years. He's never been wounded and only been mildly ill. My mother said he was "healed", by an old Mexican Indian shaman who lived in the Mexican desert near Torreon, Coah. Mexico. Torreon is located in an area also known as the "Dead Zone" and supposed to be a hot spot for UFO, and other paranormal activities.
I have been to Torreon at least ten times over the last twenty years and found many old Indian shamans, but none that knew my father. this town has no tourist industry and is out of the way, it has no lake, no river and its only claim to fame is a gold mine that is still operational. I'd giving up looking for the old shaman, until I found a web site, called The Toltec Institute.
I don't know if any of you have found it, its not well known and as far as I know, no one is promoting it. Its an obscure web site, but interesting. I went to it and found to my amazement that many of the topics discussed were similar to what my father would talk about. I ordered the book, which was super interesting. It is called The Sorcerer's Secrets by don Jesus Ramirez. Anyone who knows Spanish, knows that Ramirez is as common as Johnson or Smith in English.
I have no way of confirming this, but it sounds like the old man must have written a book that was published first written in Spanish, then translated into English, and somehow located by another group of people who were also studying the same thing. I think, it might be the same guy.
Can anybody out there help me find out if this is the same old Indian shaman?
There is no reward, and I have no way of paying you back, but if you could help me with this, man you would be doing me and everybody else who reads this book a great service. The book was unbelievable, powerful and awesome.
I'd just like to say thanks to the man who changed me from an average individual to a warrior. If you find him, please say thank you for me.
Daniel Reed
I was born in an Army Hospital in Germany. My father was a career solider who'd fought all over the world in every fight he could find. He has been in almost 30 years. He's never been wounded and only been mildly ill. My mother said he was "healed", by an old Mexican Indian shaman who lived in the Mexican desert near Torreon, Coah. Mexico. Torreon is located in an area also known as the "Dead Zone" and supposed to be a hot spot for UFO, and other paranormal activities.
I have been to Torreon at least ten times over the last twenty years and found many old Indian shamans, but none that knew my father. this town has no tourist industry and is out of the way, it has no lake, no river and its only claim to fame is a gold mine that is still operational. I'd giving up looking for the old shaman, until I found a web site, called The Toltec Institute.
I don't know if any of you have found it, its not well known and as far as I know, no one is promoting it. Its an obscure web site, but interesting. I went to it and found to my amazement that many of the topics discussed were similar to what my father would talk about. I ordered the book, which was super interesting. It is called The Sorcerer's Secrets by don Jesus Ramirez. Anyone who knows Spanish, knows that Ramirez is as common as Johnson or Smith in English.
I have no way of confirming this, but it sounds like the old man must have written a book that was published first written in Spanish, then translated into English, and somehow located by another group of people who were also studying the same thing. I think, it might be the same guy.
Can anybody out there help me find out if this is the same old Indian shaman?
There is no reward, and I have no way of paying you back, but if you could help me with this, man you would be doing me and everybody else who reads this book a great service. The book was unbelievable, powerful and awesome.
I'd just like to say thanks to the man who changed me from an average individual to a warrior. If you find him, please say thank you for me.
Daniel Reed
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