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The kelpie is a Scottish creature a water horse of sort. It most commonly appears as a beautiful horse in running water and can be identified by the mane that seems to be constantly dripping wet.  The moors were dark, … Continue reading →

The night of St Sylvester is the night of the new. The black witch of winter is receding in the dark shadows of the cold winter and replaced by a young one a brand new year.  L’ Ankou is the right … Continue reading →

My lids get heavier and I fall asleep unconscious of the furious storm hitting the castle. The windblast all night in the branches of the sycamore facing my bedroom. Hail knocks with force against the window nonstop, like a machine gun. The … Continue reading →

Tall weeping willows bordering the leading  driveway to this monstrous house called the Swiss Chateau. A mystery in itself, rich folks from out of town own it and keep it closed until the summer months. During the closing period, the … Continue reading →

by Becca Anderson Riley says that after the woman died, they started to see her, hear her, walking along the bridge. The tattered train of her wedding dress, the dirty veil hanging over her face. The echoing call as she … Continue reading →

  The concept of Ghosts, spirits, angels, demons, and other Paranormal phenomenon is a part of the ethereal-based realm knoWn as the “unKnown”. The passing of peoPle has always been a mysTery––Will there be life after death? Is death the … Continue reading →

Stella and I firmly believe through time-honored, haunted stories and personal experiences ––that have some degree of truth in them have to be told. We can say with certitude that we do not believe in the after-life, although we had … Continue reading →

In Brittany were I grew up, when I was about twelve years old. One day after school I wandered with a couple of neighborhood kids to the farm of old grouchy Marcel by the duck pond. Nobody ever dared to … Continue reading →

Working at Neverland Ranch was quite an awakening. From day one Stella and I were warned by Indian Jim of strange things happening at the ranch. “The park is built on an Indian cemetery. The Chumash tribe my people.” “What does … Continue reading →