I thought I would tell this scary story about these two lovers who went down to this old park to have some nookie one night. Jeff and Joanne were their names. They were both just sixteen years old and he was driving his dads beat up old station wagon. I think it was probably a late 1970’s model. The wagon was beige and had a wood panel siding. Jeffrey’s dad told him to be careful and not to mis-judge the length of the vehicle.

The park that they were going to was notoriously known around the city as the Brookside Grotto. IT was about a 15 minute drive past the perimeter of the city, and during the day time was actually quite a nice park to picnic in. There was a 3 acre lush green field complete with baseball diamond in one corner, and soccer posts on either side. Basketball courts, a public washroom that saw no humans ever in it and stone fire pits strategically placed around a beautiful lagoon. Rocks built into the side of a 30 foot deep grotto lead down to the lagoon and there lived a large variety of creatures from frogs and bugs to small woodland furry ones. These included rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, muskrats and even deer. The park was also a protected natural resourceful place for an abundance of birds and surprisingly there were hundreds of different species that made their home in this park and its surrounding areas.

Jeffrey had gone with his family to a reunion picnic there and had enjoyed himself so much he made a note to himself to remember what roads his father had taken to get them there. This was the very same route he was taking Joanne down now. Fleetwood Mac was playing on the radio, Joanne and he were both drinking cold cans of Labatts Blue beer and Jeffrey couldn’t wait to get to the park so they could park, drink some more, blast a few joints and have some fun. It was just starting to get dark outside when they finally arrived. Jeffrey thought the long road he had just come off of was only a 10 minute drive but looking at his car clock radio, he realized he’d been driving down that road for just over 30 minutes and wondered if he hadn’t passed the lagoon section. That was where he wanted to take Joanne and pop her cherry. She told him tonight was going to be the night, and also that she’d been on the pill for 3 months, which he knew meant it was kicked in and working.

Jeff pulled over to the side of the road when he saw how much time had passed and told Joanne that they may have passed the spot he wanted, and that he is going to turn around. Jeff pulled the huge boat across the road and turned it around. He suddenly stopped underneath a huge oak tree and told Joanne to hang on while he stepped outside quickly to take a leak. Joanne giggled and asked him for the weed so she could get some joints rolled. Jeffrey kindly obliged and jumped out of the car.

Joanne began picking apart the weed when she felt the back of the wagon go down like Jeff had leaned on the back bumper. She yelled for him to hurry up on into the car. Jeff didn’t say anything. Joanne turned around to see if she could see him and there was nothing to be seen outside the windows. She suddenly realized that it was also pretty dark now and she couldn’t see very far down the gravel road that they were parked along side. She leaned over towards the driver side and pushed on the interior car lights. That is when she saw the black goo dripping down the rear window of the wagon. What the hell is that? She wondered and like one of those idiots in a horror movie immediately reaches for the door and scoootches herself out of the car to go and check it out.

As she walks to the rear of the wagon she lets her eyes adjust to the light that she is getting from the inside of the car and follows the shadows to what she sees hanging at the end of the wagon from the tree. It’s Jeff and it’s apparent that he is dead. His pants and shorts have been removed and Joanne sees that his penis has been tucked in between his legs silence of the lambs style. He is hanging by his neck with a shiny silver lasso type of rope. In some sort of freakish haze Joanne notices that the rope glimmers like cinderellas glass slippers and that is when she realizes that Jeff’s feet have been cut off and his blood is draining out of him and dripping down the back window of the station wagon. His eyeballs have been cut out and half of his hair and skull has been scalped off, with what looks like a very jagged blade, as pieces of his ear are attached to his neck.

Trying to scream but not being able to even breath every thing goes completely white for Joanne and the next thing she knows she is laying on the gravel beside the station wagon rear tire. She raises her head to see Jeff still hanging there and able to scream now does so. At the same time she is hauling ass quickly to the driver side to jump in the car and take off. Every movie she ever saw seems to run through her brain at such an alarming rate she wasn’t sure who to be scared of anymore. In the few seconds it took her to get into the driver seat of the wagon she was already praying that jeff had left the keys in the car because she couldn’t stop thinking about his pants being missing and that she didn’t want to have to go and search for keys. She prayed that if God loved her she will find those keys in the ignition. It landed up that God did love Joanne and she fired up the wagon with shaking hands while trying to hold back bile, beer and the evenings dinner from coming up all over her lap.

The car started right away and she slammed it into drive and took off down the dark deserted gravel road. Her heart was beating so fast she began doing breathing exercises she learned in swim class to calm herself down. It wasn’t working and she sped up. She kept looking in the review mirror and all she could see was the dark stains. She kept on driving. When was the road ending? She turned on her high beam lights and realized that she was turning them off. She quickly turned them back on again, and swerved a little on the road by doing so. She regained what little control she lost with the car and that is when she heard the thumpity thump thump sound. She looked into her side mirror and a screaming devil faced man with fire for eyes laughed at her. A piercing evil bone curdling scream that ripped through her by way of her fingernails going straight into her blood veins and exploding into her heart. With what she thought was her last grasp of air her eyes wondered down to the devils body and saw that although she was driving as fast as the car could go, over 140 KM per hour (that’s about 100 mph) that demonic devil seemed to float without any laws of gravity or propulsion affecting him. He galloped along beside the car, grinning and shrieking and Joanne saw that his legs were the legs of a goat, and that his feet were hooves. Thumpity thump thump. She also saw that he wore Jeffrey’s jeans and at that moment she impulsively slammed on the brakes.

Due to Joanne not wearing her seatbelt, she was shot through the front windshield of the car and thrown 37.8 meters down the gravel road. No one knows whether she died when she hit the ground or by the impact of her head going through the windshield or by a heart attack just before she hit the windshield. All they do know is that there were goat hoof tracks all around the scene. And both Joanne and Jeffrey had their feet cut off, and no feet were ever found.

In the previous story, I was about to tell the world how this all came about - with these so called haunting, or happenings as it were. The only thing that bothers me to no end was the frightening events that taunted my children – that gave them horrifying nightmares. How does one decipher whether they are coming from the good or the evil? Besides the gut curdling feelings we can only rely on during these happenings – and all the relocating, one has to wonder. Again, I wonder whether it was the good or the evil that stopped me from relieving all this earlier, in the previous story. Well I’m thinking now, this just may help somebody out there.

It all began many years ago, after my husband returned from a trip, where he had to go and work far from home. The man that returned didn’t seem at all the same. He looked the same but he was totally different. His behaviour, his hygiene, everything had changed. Not long after his return, strange things started to happen. I would find him out of bed in the middle of the night - just kind of slouched over holding his stomach, looking out the bedroom window towards the dark sky. He always had this vacant look in his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I decided to confide in my Aunt. I told her everything that was going on in our home. About the chanting and drumming I heard down in my living room one night after everybody was asleep. I crept downstairs that night wondering who was down there, as I reached for the light switch further down the spiral stairwell – everything came to an abrupt stop. I just couldn’t understand what was happening. Another instance, my husband and I were heading up the stairwell after locking up, half way up the stairs he suddenly stopped, I was a few steps behind him and all of a sudden he was literally thrown back, with all my might and reflex, I grabbed onto him and push up against the wall. He immediately starred back to me – his eyes were wide with tears of terror and said” now do you believe me, there’s something going on?” By this time I knew something was not right. All this confirmed my gut feelings.

I was told to check through his personal things and belongings, trying to find something – and boy did I find things. My Aunt told me to burn these things and pray over them, this I had to do with another person – that believed in what was going on. I also had to do a lot of disinfecting of his things and of him, without him knowing this of course, so I did.

Not a full two days after - my husband started to be his old self again. This is why I believe in the energies. I’ve lived them, experienced them, good and bad. It’s just the children I didn’t want them to have to go through what we had to endure. In this beautiful house is where it all began. Needless to say, I moved my little family out of there. I changed our phone number, made everything unlisted. You see, there were also these late night calls, asking me why I hadn’t left yet, what I was still doing there. All I could say was – I’m the mother of his children and his wife, and as long as I live that will never change. To this day it hasn’t. Unfortunately, our lives have been infected with whatever it was that got to him so far away from home. But we both live, and struggle with what the children also had to endure. But it gets less and less as the years pass by. I firmly believe; one day we will all have our true happiness again, something to celebrate, the harmony, joy, happiness and at last the peace. You see; that young mom I had to help, was also my daughter – all those years ago.

Speaking of another story, this account begins during the cold winter month of late November. I had received an urgent call from a young mom. She was experiencing horrible night mares, which led to her children and her self too terrified to sleep upstairs. They lived in an older two story house, with three bedrooms on the second floor. It was a well kept house, but eerie as the day was long. As I approached this house – upon entering I felt a little nauseated, I also experienced some weird cold energy. I sat with this young mom and she began to explain in more detail, what was happening. In the beginning she said, her nightmares seemed so real – she could still feel the hard, hurtful imprints of something grasping and groping strong aggressive tickling motions down the sides of her body, as she was being ripped out of a dead sleep – these so called nightmares happened to her a few times a week. There was also this lingering thick muggy scent that would become apparent, especially to the children. Unable to go down to her own basement, to do laundry unattended, was very upsetting to her. She almost felt like she was losing her mind. That very weekend I brought along my partner to see what we could do to help this little family. (You see, we knew these were not just ordinary nightmares). We both started to walk up the stairwell towards the bathroom area. This was around dinner hour - the sun had already started to set. Entering into the bathroom I noticed a strong thick odour – something like the children described but along with that; I saw something big and dark, move quickly away towards the tub area through the wall into the little boy’s room. We quickly followed it and saw it disappear into the closet. All this time – there was that horrible nasty odour. Whatever this entity, or energy was did not like what we were doing (as we both were praying, walking along, concentrating on what we had to do during this service) asking at first for this dark entity to leave – that it was definitely not wanted there. To leave and let this little family live in peace. Experiencing all that was going on in this house was a battle of two worlds. This family was barely keeping their sanity. Their behaviours were all misconstrued. It was as if their attitudes were all changing. And it was not very good. They were being drained of their emotional, mental and spiritual energy. I would venture to say they’re physical energy as well. This was all happening over a period of four or five months. The service we had to do had taken about an hour. My partner wasn’t saying too much – he just told me to bring what we had used outside to the car. We said our good-byes and left to drive to this big beautiful park. As we drove, he said I had to walk out to the park and finish the service – it was up to me to finish out there. As I was praying and walking toward what I had to do I could feel myself starting to feel very heavy – like I was 750 lbs or being compressed from all sides, like closed in all around me. A heavy energy field of some sort, engulfed me, I couldn’t breathe. I was so out of breathe. I concentrated very hard on my prayers, as I was leaving what I had to out there – I turned to start walking back to the car. The road was 50 yards or so from where I was – all of a sudden I felt I was being grabbed and thrown to the ground, thank goodness it was deep with snow. I gathered myself up, kept praying and looking for my partner to come and help me. He sat in the car waiting for me – looking out the opened door calling out my name. As I could barely manage by this time, I felt so drained and yelled “why didn’t you come and help me?” He didn’t say anything until we were well on our way. He later told me, when we left the young lady’s house a very large dark form had followed us. It was sitting in our back seat all that time. When I left to finish the service it followed me out to the park. He also told me, he saw it grab hold of me and throw me to the ground. But after all that – my partner knew I’d be okay because of my faith and belief in our prayers. He was also a little petrified, I think. I know I would be – if I knew it was following me out to the park that cold and wintery night all those years ago.

I believe this old beautiful and well kept house is where it all started from. (I just I had this very strange and overwhelming feeling to block everything I just wrote and delete it all.) I guess that means, I’ll have to save this one for another time.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t share something more excruciatingly recent. Bye and bye, my children have all grown and are now on their own. Leaving me with my beautiful Cest la vie (cream himalayan) & C esti beau (blue cream himalayan). I was looking for a little house close to where I work and luckily found one. It was a cute little bungalow, walking distance to work, beautiful big back yard. I always feel if somethings are meant to happen - they will - if it’s meant. I did finally secure it, and the agency wanted me move in as soon as possible. So I moved in during the middle of the month, on a Saturday. A couple of nights later, Monday evening my friend came over to check out my little home, she loved it. That night I went to bed, around 5:15 a.m. I saw red flashing lights all over in my small little bedroom flying all over, there seemed to be a loud whirling big wind sound going on in there, as well, like some sort of thunderstorm but no rain. With all this red flashing - I couldn’t hear any sirens or anything. I really thought the police were outside. I then realized the little house was too close to the next door neighbours for any flashing red lights to come in through my bedroom window. Then all of a sudden, I was paralyzed and couldn’t move. Stuck in my bed. My air passages were being blocked off again, I honestly felt as though I were being choked. I was alone, except for my beautiful cats. I again, started to recite the lord’s prayer, again with the tears screaming from my terrified eyes, my heart pounding out those terrible words “how could I overcome this horrific happening and with that loud base sound emminating all over in my room” and all these negative bad energies, being so thick in here, closing in on my very being; and then all of a sudden something bekoned me to call out my spirtit name, I did this and immediately everything that was going on, instantly stopped, like magic, Everything suddenly became calm. I was so numb. “What was that all about”, I searched my mind. (While this was all happening; you must realize there seemed to be some sort of a time void - like a vortex or something, like time was of no essence, as if it chose to stand still) During that very day, I decided to call my psychic friend / advisor and ask her to come over and check out my house. I couldn’t tell her what was happening, not just yet, she quickly came over the next day, she was also concerned. As she walked past my bedroom doorway entrance, she all of a sudden backtracked and went inside the bedroom, she then said “who is this angry old female spirit that still lingers here. Thats when I told her about everything that went on the day before, so early in the a.m. My children coming over to visit, and feeling like something was downstairs in the basement watching them, also didn’t help my situation. I was not losing my mind. There were so many different occurences going on; so, I decided to get an elder, and have the little house blessed. I did this, and everything was fine and okay. One year later, I am again moved, way out of that district and in a whole new different area; and to this day I am still being contacted (for a better choice words?) but thats another story……