I am a Psychic. I was raised by a family that has contact with spirits. So far, I caught brain tumor and I entered this Near death experience. Like I was in this painful position where I wasn't waking up from. I just got up out of my bed and walked around through the hospital and walked to one of the nurses and asked him what year it was. The doctor ignored me so I thought maybe she didn't hear me so I asked her again. Then I began to wonder what the heck was going on. Then I walked in to my hospital room and saw a person who looked like me lying on the bed except the body was pale.
I searched and saw my mother crying near the person who looked like me. I reached for her and said, "Mom!". But my hand went through her. I looked at my hands and saw them beginning to look transparent then they started turning pale. I looked at the wall and saw my name being scratched on there. When it became dark out, I was just sitting in a chair, I heard my name being called.
I walked and followed the voice and entered a room only to see a man that looked like he was twenty-nine years old. He was wearing a hat, he wore a black suit and a white tie. He had black tennis shoes. He looked at me and said, "Hey there buddy, are you ready to go?"
I looked back and looked back at him and asked, "Go where?"
The man said, "Your time ran up, your death schedule was up, I am here to take you with me, but I can't reveal the place you're going to."
I said, "Wait, you're the angel of death?"
The man said, "That's me, there are millions of me out there, but I only decide the death date."
I said, "No, I am not going with you, I choose to stay here with my family."
The man looked at me and said, "Very well." He reached in to his suit and pulled out something, I didn't know what it was but then he showed it to me. It was a scorpion! The scorpion jumped out of his hands and on to me forcing me to fall. The man said, "Now, you can either come with me, or my little buddy will sting you, which is it going to be?"
I looked up at him and said, "I'm already dead, what's this little guy suppose to do?"
The reaper said, "I know, but that sting will send you down to purgatory in to a deep sleep."
I said, "Okay, okay I will go with you." The reaper reached his right hand out and I grabbed it as he lifted me to my feet. I stepped on the scorpion with my left shoe.
I said, "Wait, can you show me my death schedule."
A calendar appeared in his right hand and he lifted it up showing me. It had scrolled blood on it. He said, "I can't allow you to see my true form, it will surely scare you."
I looked up at him and said, "Yeah right, there are horror movies about ghosts all the time, if anything should be scary, it's me."
The reaper glared at me in the presence of his face of evil. He said in a dark demonic voice, "No, you will fear me!"
I raised my right fist and punched him and he fell to the ground, I ran through the walls and out of there. Then I realized how ghosts could possess humans and objects. The reaper came walking towards me. I manipulated one of the wheel tables to roll and it came for him and knocked him down. I got in my hospital room and then I lied down in the bed and I figured if I could possess things then surely I could possess my body and be back to life again. But I lied down and saw the reaper coming for me. He reached both hands in to my chest and I screamed as a bright light appeared. I blinked a couple of times and realized the reaper was gone. I sat up and put both of my hands and only to realize that they hadn't gone through it. I was alive! But something told me that the spirits that the reaper captured were kind of jealous of me. So now they began to haunt me. And I still feel the reaper is out there to get me.
Sent in by James
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Valentine's Day Visitor
This is my first story posted on here and is also the most recent. I shall begin.
My name is Kayla and I am currently engaged to a wonderful man named Dylan. This was our first Valentine's Day together, but unfortunately he had to work. Every night when he gets home, we`ll go out to his car and get high. This is just what we did when he got home, just as any other night. After we had finished, we returned inside the house and retired in the living room to watch TV. Dylan and I sat on the couch by the window (closest to the TV) as my eldest brother was sleeping on the couch next to the kitchen. I can't quite remember what was on but I remember laying on the couch and Dylan was sitting next to me. In my left leg I had the sensation of an oncoming muscle cramp, so I tried to ignore it in hopes that it would go away and avoid any cramping.
At this point I am envisioning scenes for a story I am currently writing, trying to pay no mind to my leg. I believe I was considering a rape scene, so I was playing it out in my head. Now, if I focus long enough on anything sexual, I can get myself a little "worked up"; so when it felt as if I were being sexually stimulated, I thought nothing of it and just suspected that was all it was. Minutes after this started, Dylan mentioned washing his hair. I nodded and continued lying on the couch as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. The events that occurred next are somewhat difficult to explain, so please bear with me.
Dylan was now in the bathroom and I remember hearing the shower running. I was lying there in silence when I suddenly heard myself talking in my head. I could hear what was being said but it was as if I had no control of what I was saying. In my mind I said "I want you"; that's when it happened. The feeling of being sexually stimulated turned into that of being penetrated. It wasn't like it was another human, it wasn't solid; but the feeling was unmistakable. I was being penetrated by an Entity I didn't even know was there (I've been open to the paranormal ever since I was a small child); I was shocked I hadn't sensed it, but subconsciously I knew it was there. As this is happening, I am still wide awake and came to find that I had full mobility; I had adjusted myself to allow the Entity better access.
In my head, I told the Entity what I wanted and it would comply. I'm going to warn that this story is a little graphic and the details are necessary. When I first felt the penetration, it was as if it were in multiple places at once; my area, my rear, and my mouth. I told it to perform vaginal intercourse, and I felt a great pleasure in my area. As it continued, my breathing was becoming heavier, quicker, and my heart was beginning to pound. Then I said (in my mind) "you can pick up pace, I prefer it rough" and the pleasure intensified; I could feel it thrusting more roughly and quickly. Then, I requested anal intercourse; the sensation left my area and returned in my rear seconds after. My heart was pounding harder as I was overwhelmed with bliss. I told the Entity to thrust harder and it did. The thing that shocked me the most was that as it continued, I could actually feel my hips rocking back and forth with each thrust. Minutes later I asked it to return to vaginal intercourse. It seemed a little reluctant at first, thrusting a few more times, then followed my inquiry. As it continued, I felt my entire body being pushed up and down. I eventually had to tell this Entity to slow down in fear my heart may give out (it was beating incredibly fast and hard). The thrusting became more gentle.
This interaction lasted what felt like 5-7 minutes, but upon discussing it with Dylan, he claims he was only in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. After this took place, I wasn't drained, exhausted, sick, etc. I had no fear as this was happening, and was actually quite open to the experience. I have many other stories I am willing to share that I will post shortly. I am not seeking help in getting rid of this Entity, but I would like some insight on what it may have been. Thanks, and I hope you've enjoyed my story.
Sent in by Adaleiss Rose
My name is Kayla and I am currently engaged to a wonderful man named Dylan. This was our first Valentine's Day together, but unfortunately he had to work. Every night when he gets home, we`ll go out to his car and get high. This is just what we did when he got home, just as any other night. After we had finished, we returned inside the house and retired in the living room to watch TV. Dylan and I sat on the couch by the window (closest to the TV) as my eldest brother was sleeping on the couch next to the kitchen. I can't quite remember what was on but I remember laying on the couch and Dylan was sitting next to me. In my left leg I had the sensation of an oncoming muscle cramp, so I tried to ignore it in hopes that it would go away and avoid any cramping.
At this point I am envisioning scenes for a story I am currently writing, trying to pay no mind to my leg. I believe I was considering a rape scene, so I was playing it out in my head. Now, if I focus long enough on anything sexual, I can get myself a little "worked up"; so when it felt as if I were being sexually stimulated, I thought nothing of it and just suspected that was all it was. Minutes after this started, Dylan mentioned washing his hair. I nodded and continued lying on the couch as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. The events that occurred next are somewhat difficult to explain, so please bear with me.
Dylan was now in the bathroom and I remember hearing the shower running. I was lying there in silence when I suddenly heard myself talking in my head. I could hear what was being said but it was as if I had no control of what I was saying. In my mind I said "I want you"; that's when it happened. The feeling of being sexually stimulated turned into that of being penetrated. It wasn't like it was another human, it wasn't solid; but the feeling was unmistakable. I was being penetrated by an Entity I didn't even know was there (I've been open to the paranormal ever since I was a small child); I was shocked I hadn't sensed it, but subconsciously I knew it was there. As this is happening, I am still wide awake and came to find that I had full mobility; I had adjusted myself to allow the Entity better access.
In my head, I told the Entity what I wanted and it would comply. I'm going to warn that this story is a little graphic and the details are necessary. When I first felt the penetration, it was as if it were in multiple places at once; my area, my rear, and my mouth. I told it to perform vaginal intercourse, and I felt a great pleasure in my area. As it continued, my breathing was becoming heavier, quicker, and my heart was beginning to pound. Then I said (in my mind) "you can pick up pace, I prefer it rough" and the pleasure intensified; I could feel it thrusting more roughly and quickly. Then, I requested anal intercourse; the sensation left my area and returned in my rear seconds after. My heart was pounding harder as I was overwhelmed with bliss. I told the Entity to thrust harder and it did. The thing that shocked me the most was that as it continued, I could actually feel my hips rocking back and forth with each thrust. Minutes later I asked it to return to vaginal intercourse. It seemed a little reluctant at first, thrusting a few more times, then followed my inquiry. As it continued, I felt my entire body being pushed up and down. I eventually had to tell this Entity to slow down in fear my heart may give out (it was beating incredibly fast and hard). The thrusting became more gentle.
This interaction lasted what felt like 5-7 minutes, but upon discussing it with Dylan, he claims he was only in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. After this took place, I wasn't drained, exhausted, sick, etc. I had no fear as this was happening, and was actually quite open to the experience. I have many other stories I am willing to share that I will post shortly. I am not seeking help in getting rid of this Entity, but I would like some insight on what it may have been. Thanks, and I hope you've enjoyed my story.
Sent in by Adaleiss Rose
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
My Dead Lover Haunts Me and 3 Other People
This is my life. It breaks my heart, but at this point, I wouldn't have it any other way.
In 2010, I began a romantic relationship with my close friend (we'll call him "J".) After years of dating and hopeless relationships, I had finally ended up with someone that I could see myself actually STAYing with, marrying, having kids, getting older, the whole sha-bang. One major problem, J had an incurable STD. In being with him, I accepted the same fate for myself, but he was the one, so it didn't matter.
One night we were watching one of those shows about haunted places, and I told J that if I died unexpectedly, I would haunt the sh*t out of him. I made him promise that he would do the same if he died unexpectedly. We were sitting in front of the TV eating the dinner we made together, with the bong and a rum and coke zero, just like every other night.
About 2 months later, the tattoo shop I worked at had reached an all time low in business due to this great recession of ours. I was offered a tattooist spot in another shop in Northern California, 9 hours away from J. In a desperate act, I decided to make the move to the new shop up North, thinking that after some months of working on my art and tattooing skills, I would save some money and come back to LA, to move in with J and carry on with life. J had the job of a lifetime in LA, and so there he would have to wait.
3 weeks after making the move, J came up to visit me. We had an amazing day and a half full of affection, giggles, and love. On that last night, we made dinner together, had the bong, the rum and coke zero, and were sitting quietly together watching a movie. J had a heart condition that no one new about till it quickly took his life that night. It was unbelievable watching my lover and best friend drift off into death right before my eyes, nothing I did could fight off that lovely shade of blue. I immediately went into shock which led into Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
A few weeks later I was back in my apartment, crying to J that I knew he was dead, but I NEEDED to know if HE was OKAY. I had this pain in my heart for his "being" ... lost, scared, confused, angry. I wanted to hold him and tell him I was there for him, that I new he was still there. I asked for a sign, a sound, a photographed image? SOMEthing.
So its the following night. I'm taking pictures of my bedroom that I manically re-arranged for days. I was losing my mind. On the sixth photo in an identical sequence, a white blur appears about 3 feet up off the top of the bed. Its curved and clear enough to see through it. I had it analyzed and no one can tell me is dust, or a hair, or anything for that matter. I'll attach it to this story if I can figure out how. It did something for me, some kind of hope..
So after 3 months of hiding in my apartment going broke, I move back to LA, in with my dad. I cant tattoo anymore, because the PTSS made my hands shake terribly. I had to start from scratch, miserable and fighting suicidal thoughts and a hopeless future. Haunted by visions of J's death, and left with an incurable STD that would surely leave me dying alone or settling on someone I didn't love because we were contaminated the same.
I went back to school and was drawn toward Reiki Energy Healing, as it was working "life" energy for healing purposes. I needed to better understand the photo with the white blur that was the last of my lover, and energy work was the only language that seems scientifically logical and testable.
After day 3 of energy school, I drove home, crying out to J for more. I said that I was thankful for the photo, but that I was a skeptic, and I needed something more hard core. My heart hurt for J so much, I new he was still around, and the thought of him lost and alone and scared in the afterlife was a helpless pain that I could hardly bare. I needed to know that HE was OKAY. I Begged him to give me a sign.
THE NEXT DAY, another student (who we'll call N) approached me and said she needed to speak to me after class. I told her that her eyes looked very curious, and she nervously nodded. At the end of the day we sat together on the stairs. N pointed at the tattoo of J's name on my arm and said she couldn't fall asleep the night before, because the vision of my tattoo became lodged in her mind. She felt a sweet presence, like a silly poke, not letting her sleep until she listened to it. It said she needed to relay a message to me:
"I am Okay, its almost laughable that your so worried when its YOU that I'm worried about. There's something you do every time you think about me, and its keeping me from doing what it is I need to do. ... and, I'm worried about my dad, with all his Pomeranian dogs, he's suicidal..."
Guess what! This girl, this N, who didn't know J or I, she answered my question to J from the day prior, then she mentioned his father, who in fact, has a fleet of little paleranian dogs. A few months earlier, while visiting for Christmas, his wife told me he was suicidal and not refusing professional help.
Since then, 2 other skeptics, 2 friends, have each done something very, VERY bad to me, betraying me. Both of these macho men came to me terrified not long after, as they both experienced hauntings in their apartments where they were overwhelmed with terror. They experienced lights acting erratically, Coke Zeros toppling over in the closed fridge, and entities crawling in bed with them, squeaking the springs of the mattress, and breathing down their necks. The presence lingered for about an hour.
I believe J has become my spirit guide. His presence comes and goes, but always leaves a sign, or a warning. Sometimes making me giggle, sometimes bringing an unstoppable wave of tears. I walk with a special calmness now, knowing at the end of my journey, my old friend, my love, will be there waiting for me, to make sure I am not lost and scared, wandering the afterlife alone.
Sent in by Metadia, Copyright 2012
In 2010, I began a romantic relationship with my close friend (we'll call him "J".) After years of dating and hopeless relationships, I had finally ended up with someone that I could see myself actually STAYing with, marrying, having kids, getting older, the whole sha-bang. One major problem, J had an incurable STD. In being with him, I accepted the same fate for myself, but he was the one, so it didn't matter.
One night we were watching one of those shows about haunted places, and I told J that if I died unexpectedly, I would haunt the sh*t out of him. I made him promise that he would do the same if he died unexpectedly. We were sitting in front of the TV eating the dinner we made together, with the bong and a rum and coke zero, just like every other night.
About 2 months later, the tattoo shop I worked at had reached an all time low in business due to this great recession of ours. I was offered a tattooist spot in another shop in Northern California, 9 hours away from J. In a desperate act, I decided to make the move to the new shop up North, thinking that after some months of working on my art and tattooing skills, I would save some money and come back to LA, to move in with J and carry on with life. J had the job of a lifetime in LA, and so there he would have to wait.
3 weeks after making the move, J came up to visit me. We had an amazing day and a half full of affection, giggles, and love. On that last night, we made dinner together, had the bong, the rum and coke zero, and were sitting quietly together watching a movie. J had a heart condition that no one new about till it quickly took his life that night. It was unbelievable watching my lover and best friend drift off into death right before my eyes, nothing I did could fight off that lovely shade of blue. I immediately went into shock which led into Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
A few weeks later I was back in my apartment, crying to J that I knew he was dead, but I NEEDED to know if HE was OKAY. I had this pain in my heart for his "being" ... lost, scared, confused, angry. I wanted to hold him and tell him I was there for him, that I new he was still there. I asked for a sign, a sound, a photographed image? SOMEthing.
So its the following night. I'm taking pictures of my bedroom that I manically re-arranged for days. I was losing my mind. On the sixth photo in an identical sequence, a white blur appears about 3 feet up off the top of the bed. Its curved and clear enough to see through it. I had it analyzed and no one can tell me is dust, or a hair, or anything for that matter. I'll attach it to this story if I can figure out how. It did something for me, some kind of hope..
So after 3 months of hiding in my apartment going broke, I move back to LA, in with my dad. I cant tattoo anymore, because the PTSS made my hands shake terribly. I had to start from scratch, miserable and fighting suicidal thoughts and a hopeless future. Haunted by visions of J's death, and left with an incurable STD that would surely leave me dying alone or settling on someone I didn't love because we were contaminated the same.
I went back to school and was drawn toward Reiki Energy Healing, as it was working "life" energy for healing purposes. I needed to better understand the photo with the white blur that was the last of my lover, and energy work was the only language that seems scientifically logical and testable.
After day 3 of energy school, I drove home, crying out to J for more. I said that I was thankful for the photo, but that I was a skeptic, and I needed something more hard core. My heart hurt for J so much, I new he was still around, and the thought of him lost and alone and scared in the afterlife was a helpless pain that I could hardly bare. I needed to know that HE was OKAY. I Begged him to give me a sign.
THE NEXT DAY, another student (who we'll call N) approached me and said she needed to speak to me after class. I told her that her eyes looked very curious, and she nervously nodded. At the end of the day we sat together on the stairs. N pointed at the tattoo of J's name on my arm and said she couldn't fall asleep the night before, because the vision of my tattoo became lodged in her mind. She felt a sweet presence, like a silly poke, not letting her sleep until she listened to it. It said she needed to relay a message to me:
"I am Okay, its almost laughable that your so worried when its YOU that I'm worried about. There's something you do every time you think about me, and its keeping me from doing what it is I need to do. ... and, I'm worried about my dad, with all his Pomeranian dogs, he's suicidal..."
Guess what! This girl, this N, who didn't know J or I, she answered my question to J from the day prior, then she mentioned his father, who in fact, has a fleet of little paleranian dogs. A few months earlier, while visiting for Christmas, his wife told me he was suicidal and not refusing professional help.
Since then, 2 other skeptics, 2 friends, have each done something very, VERY bad to me, betraying me. Both of these macho men came to me terrified not long after, as they both experienced hauntings in their apartments where they were overwhelmed with terror. They experienced lights acting erratically, Coke Zeros toppling over in the closed fridge, and entities crawling in bed with them, squeaking the springs of the mattress, and breathing down their necks. The presence lingered for about an hour.
I believe J has become my spirit guide. His presence comes and goes, but always leaves a sign, or a warning. Sometimes making me giggle, sometimes bringing an unstoppable wave of tears. I walk with a special calmness now, knowing at the end of my journey, my old friend, my love, will be there waiting for me, to make sure I am not lost and scared, wandering the afterlife alone.
Sent in by Metadia, Copyright 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
My Fathers Smiling Face at His Funeral
I was just entering my teens, my father had lung cancer and was struggling with it, and at the same time he and my mother were divorcing.
My mother had taken us to live with her in a small gulf side town, and my father had remained on the farm he had built up from nothing. My mother was so uncooperative and vindictive at the time we barely got to see our father and if we did she would throw tyrannical rages when we would return.
My father ended up taking a turn for the worse and was taken to Galveston Texas for care were he gave up his struggle and passed away. My older sister had to come to my junior high to pick me up and to break the tragic news to me and my younger brother. We were devastated and blamed my mother for missing out on time we could have spent with him before his passing. She ranted and raved and berated us for speaking to her in such a manner and tensions were stretched to their limits, everything set us to arguing.
It was during one of those arguments that I had stomped off to my room and slammed my door. I threw myself on my bed and was crying, when I got this whiff of my fathers aftershave lotion and I sat up and looked around expecting to see him standing there.
That evening we all went to sit with the body at the funeral home, and told stories of our time spent with my father. Two days later we buried my father and my brother and me just laid on the casket not wanting him to be gone and had to be pried loose. The burial continued and afterward we went to my cousins to visit.
The grown-ups went to the living room and all the kids went to the family room to horse around. Someone decided we should have a séance to call my fathers spirit to see if he was ok, and if he was happy. We all sat around this long table, with the lights off and a candle shining was our only light except the moon shining through the two windows facing me and my brother.
We said a prayer and asked that my fathers spirit join us, everyone waited for a sign. We were all breathing hard and more than a little scared when my brother and me looked straight ahead and saw the image of my father smiling through the window pane and nodding his head to let us know he was ok. My cousins looked at the window and at all at once there was screaming and chairs being thrown back and kids running to get away from the image of my father in the window pane.
As my brother and me started to join them my fathers image nodded at us once again and smiled as he faded and was gone. I have asked for him to return many times since I became and adult but he has never shown himself again.
Sent in by Elizabeth
My mother had taken us to live with her in a small gulf side town, and my father had remained on the farm he had built up from nothing. My mother was so uncooperative and vindictive at the time we barely got to see our father and if we did she would throw tyrannical rages when we would return.
My father ended up taking a turn for the worse and was taken to Galveston Texas for care were he gave up his struggle and passed away. My older sister had to come to my junior high to pick me up and to break the tragic news to me and my younger brother. We were devastated and blamed my mother for missing out on time we could have spent with him before his passing. She ranted and raved and berated us for speaking to her in such a manner and tensions were stretched to their limits, everything set us to arguing.
It was during one of those arguments that I had stomped off to my room and slammed my door. I threw myself on my bed and was crying, when I got this whiff of my fathers aftershave lotion and I sat up and looked around expecting to see him standing there.
That evening we all went to sit with the body at the funeral home, and told stories of our time spent with my father. Two days later we buried my father and my brother and me just laid on the casket not wanting him to be gone and had to be pried loose. The burial continued and afterward we went to my cousins to visit.
The grown-ups went to the living room and all the kids went to the family room to horse around. Someone decided we should have a séance to call my fathers spirit to see if he was ok, and if he was happy. We all sat around this long table, with the lights off and a candle shining was our only light except the moon shining through the two windows facing me and my brother.
We said a prayer and asked that my fathers spirit join us, everyone waited for a sign. We were all breathing hard and more than a little scared when my brother and me looked straight ahead and saw the image of my father smiling through the window pane and nodding his head to let us know he was ok. My cousins looked at the window and at all at once there was screaming and chairs being thrown back and kids running to get away from the image of my father in the window pane.
As my brother and me started to join them my fathers image nodded at us once again and smiled as he faded and was gone. I have asked for him to return many times since I became and adult but he has never shown himself again.
Sent in by Elizabeth
The Fawn Hoof Mummy - Egyptian Influence In Ancient America?
Almost 200 years ago a very unusual mummy was discovered in Kentucky's Mammoth Cave. A few things about the mummy challenge what we have been taught to believe about our history, particularly the extent of travel or influence of the ancient Egyptians. The mummy is known as the Fawn Hoof Mummy and it was what was largely responsible for making Mammoth Cave famous.
The photograph of the Fawn Hoof Mummy was taken in Washington, D.C. sometime before 1896.
Somewhere between 1811 and 1813 (different authors vary on the date) a group of miners were working in the Kentucky Caves, particularly in Short Cave. A worker was digging into the clay when he hit upon a large flat rock. When the rock was removed a crypt containing a mummy was discovered.
In 1816 Nahum Ward, of Ohio, visited Mammoth Cave and bought the Fawn Hoof Mummy. Ward also purchased several other mummies and sets of artifacts, some of them as old as 2,400 years at the time. Over the next few years much of Ward's collection was put on display to the public in traveling oddities shows. The Fawn Hoof Mummy was taken first to Lexington, Kentucky and later moved to the American Antiquarian Society.
In Prehistoric Mummies from the Mammoth Cave Area, editor Angelo I. George wrote that the mummy was discovered during September 1811. He also wrote that the name "Fawn Hoof" was given to the mummy in 1853. Thousands of people saw the mummy when it was put on display at two World Fairs.
Isaiah Thomas, founder of the American Antiquarian Society, finally transferred the Fawn Hoof Mummy the Smithsonian Institution in 1876. By that time it had suffered some damage from being moved around and improperly stored. Researchers at the museum examined and dissected it, filling out their reports and findings. At some point later they completely lost the body, so unfortunately, we are not able to learn any more about this enigma.
It was determined that the mummy had been a woman, nearly six foot tall. The woman had been wrapped in two deer skins that were decorated with leaf and vine patterns. The body was in nearly perfect condition even though researchers didn't see it until over 60 years after its discovery. The mummy had red hair in an unusual hair style. The hair was cut to about an eighth of an inch long, except on the back of the head, near the neck, where the hair was about two inches long.
Judging upon what was known by the artifacts found in the crypt, the woman is assumed to have been someone of importance. The miners also found a large sheet that was described as being either knitted or woven. The fact that this was the only mummy of this type ever to be found in America also hints at her importance.
The most astounding fact about the Fawn Hoof Mummy was that it had been prepared and embalmed in much the same way as used by the Egyptians. The hands, ears, fingers and much of the rest of the body was dried, but had been preserved very well.
So how, or why, did the Smithsonian Institution lose this precious find? Could it be that new information provided the mummy challenged their ideas about our pre-history and any interactions the ancient Egyptians may have had with the Americas?
Written by David Slone and Copyright © 2008 all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission.
References:
History of the American Antiquarian Society, Clifford K. Shipton
Prehistoric Mummies from the Mammoth Cave Area, edited by Angelo I. George
Somewhere between 1811 and 1813 (different authors vary on the date) a group of miners were working in the Kentucky Caves, particularly in Short Cave. A worker was digging into the clay when he hit upon a large flat rock. When the rock was removed a crypt containing a mummy was discovered.
In 1816 Nahum Ward, of Ohio, visited Mammoth Cave and bought the Fawn Hoof Mummy. Ward also purchased several other mummies and sets of artifacts, some of them as old as 2,400 years at the time. Over the next few years much of Ward's collection was put on display to the public in traveling oddities shows. The Fawn Hoof Mummy was taken first to Lexington, Kentucky and later moved to the American Antiquarian Society.
In Prehistoric Mummies from the Mammoth Cave Area, editor Angelo I. George wrote that the mummy was discovered during September 1811. He also wrote that the name "Fawn Hoof" was given to the mummy in 1853. Thousands of people saw the mummy when it was put on display at two World Fairs.
Isaiah Thomas, founder of the American Antiquarian Society, finally transferred the Fawn Hoof Mummy the Smithsonian Institution in 1876. By that time it had suffered some damage from being moved around and improperly stored. Researchers at the museum examined and dissected it, filling out their reports and findings. At some point later they completely lost the body, so unfortunately, we are not able to learn any more about this enigma.
It was determined that the mummy had been a woman, nearly six foot tall. The woman had been wrapped in two deer skins that were decorated with leaf and vine patterns. The body was in nearly perfect condition even though researchers didn't see it until over 60 years after its discovery. The mummy had red hair in an unusual hair style. The hair was cut to about an eighth of an inch long, except on the back of the head, near the neck, where the hair was about two inches long.
Judging upon what was known by the artifacts found in the crypt, the woman is assumed to have been someone of importance. The miners also found a large sheet that was described as being either knitted or woven. The fact that this was the only mummy of this type ever to be found in America also hints at her importance.
The most astounding fact about the Fawn Hoof Mummy was that it had been prepared and embalmed in much the same way as used by the Egyptians. The hands, ears, fingers and much of the rest of the body was dried, but had been preserved very well.
So how, or why, did the Smithsonian Institution lose this precious find? Could it be that new information provided the mummy challenged their ideas about our pre-history and any interactions the ancient Egyptians may have had with the Americas?
Written by David Slone and Copyright © 2008 all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission.
References:
History of the American Antiquarian Society, Clifford K. Shipton
Prehistoric Mummies from the Mammoth Cave Area, edited by Angelo I. George
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