Fear

 

Fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat; to be afraid of (someone or something) as likely to be dangerous, painful, or threatening. – Google

A child knows many fears – fear of the dark, fear of the Boogeyman, fear of the Devil, fear of strangers, fear of dogs, fear of punishment, fear of loss, and many more. Usually, these fears vanish as we grow older and become first teenagers, then adults. But some people never get over their childhood fears. I’ve always been afraid of spiders. I never liked that school song ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’, and I didn’t care for Charlotte’s Web either. My fear never left me – I will die hating and being afraid of spiders. I can’t even stand to see them on TV, in books, and on the Internet. They simply creep me out with all those eyes and legs. I hate insects too, but I don’t fear them as I do arachnids.
According to Psychology Today, fear is a vital response to physical and emotional danger—if we didn’t feel it, we couldn’t protect ourselves from legitimate threats. But often we fear situations that are far from life-or-death, and thus hang back for no good reason. Traumas or bad experiences can trigger a fear response within us that is hard to quell. Yet exposing ourselves to our personal demons is the best way to move past them.
 

 
I’ve met people who were so afraid of animals that even visiting the zoo made them uncomfortable. I have never been afraid of animals, and while you won’t see me trying to make friends with a moose or a lion in their natural habitats, I’m not really afraid of them either. The most dangerous animal on earth is mankind. We have more to fear from our fellow human beings than from any tiger, wolf, or elk, and that’s gospel.
When I was a child, I suffered from achondroplasiaphobiaThis is the fear of little people or midgets. It is also called Nanosophobia or Lollypopguildophobia. The word Achondroplasiaphobia is derived from the medical term ‘Achondroplasia’ which is a skeletal disorder of the cartilage that forms during the fetal stage. This condition leads to dwarfism. I was also afraid of balloons – globophobia – and suffered with pyrophobia from my late teens, when a neighbor’s house caught fire and a little girl died of smoke inhalation, to the present. Every time I hear firetrucks, I get chills up and down my spine and a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Here is a list of the top 25 fears, from the list of 100 courtesy of Fear Of, which is a great site where you can find resources on where to conquer your fear(s) – unless you fear doing so. The first 2 are definitely mine, but especially no. 1 and it’s been difficult trying to get over it. I know I never will.
 
  1. Arachnophobia – The fear of spiders affects women four times more (48% women and 12% men).
  2. Ophidiophobia – The fear of snakes. Phobics avoid certain cities because they have more snakes.
  3. Acrophobia – The fear of heights. Five percent of the general population suffer from this phobia.
  4. Agoraphobia – The fear of open or crowded spaces. People with this fear often wont leave home.

  5. Cynophobia – The fear of dogs. This includes everything from small Poodles to large Great Danes.
  6. Astraphobia – The fear of thunder/lightning AKA BrontophobiaTonitrophobiaCeraunophobia.
  7. Claustrophobia – The fear of small spaces like elevators, small rooms and other enclosed spaces.
  8. Mysophobia – The fear of germs. It is also rightly termed as Germophobia or Bacterophobia.
  9. Aerophobia – The fear of flying. 25 million Americans share a fear of flying.
  10. Trypophobia – The fear of holes is an unusual but pretty common phobia.
  11. Carcinophobia – The fear of cancer. People with this develop extreme diets.

  12. Thanatophobia – The fear of death. Even talking about death can be hard.
  13. Glossophobia – The fear of public speaking. Not being able to do speeches.
  14. Monophobia – The fear of being alone. Even while eating and/or sleeping.
  15. Atychiphobia – The fear of failure. It is the single greatest barrier to success.
  16. Ornithophobia – The fear of birds. Individuals suffering from this may only fear certain species.


  17. Alektorophobia – The fear of chickens. You may have this phobia if chickens make you panic.
  18. Enochlophobia – The fear of crowds is closely related to Ochlophobia and Demophobia.
  19. Aphenphosmphobia – The fear of intimacy. Fear of being touched and love.
  20. Trypanophobia – The fear of needles. I used to fear needles (that and death).
  21. Anthropophobia – The fear of people. Being afraid of people in all situations.
  22. Aquaphobia – The fear of water. Being afraid of water or being near water.
  23. Autophobia – The fear of abandonment and being abandoned by someone.
  24. Hemophobia – The fear of blood. Even the sight of blood can cause fainting.
  25. Gamophobia – The fear of commitment or sticking with someone to the end.

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New Horrors Every Day

Harvey ‘Swinestein’ has been revealed for the fat pervert he truly is. Stephen Paddock, the ‘lone wolf’ shooter the whitewashed media refuses to call a ‘terrorist’, guns down nearly 60 and injures 500 in the deadliest mass shooting in American history (so far). Wildfires have been raging out West for months, killing dozens, and now wildfires are raging in Portugal and Spain – with dozens dead – and Hurricane Ophelia has hit Ireland, leaving thousands without power. I didn’t even know hurricanes struck Europe but they do, it’s just that the occurrence is quite rare.

A spokeswoman for the agency told reporters that firefighters were still tackling 145 separate fires – dozens of which were still considered serious. Across the border in Spain’s Galicia region, at least three people are dead. More than 50 people have also been injured on the Portuguese side of the border. Local media reports about the victims say several people are still missing in Portugal, including a one-month old baby, while in Spain, two of the victims were found in a burned-out car by the side of the road. Thousands of firefighters are battling the flames, which erupted across north-eastern Portugal and parts of Spain over the weekend after a hot dry summer. Conditions were worsened by Hurricane Ophelia, which is approaching Europe’s western coast, bringing strong winds to fan and spread the flames. Rain is forecast for the affected regions late on Monday. – BBC

 
A woman has been killed in Waterford, south-east Ireland as Tropical storm Ophelia batters Ireland with winds of more than 100mph. Waterford council said the woman was killed when high winds brought down a tree on her car in Aglish. At least 120,000 homes and businesses are without power amid scores of reports of fallen trees and power lines. The main electricity supplier warned that it expects more to lose power by the end of the day and disruption could last all week. The Irish prime minister, Leo Varadkar, issued a personal appeal for citizens of the Republic to remain indoors. He described the impact of Ophelia on Ireland as a “national emergency”. Bill Clinton’s visit to Belfast was cancelled because of the storm. The former US president was due to meet political parties represented in the Stormont parliament to urge them to find a way to restore the power-sharing government. Government buildings in Northern Ireland have been closed. – The Guardian
Are all these events  a sign of the times? I don’t think so, but there are others I know who do – my fiance, my brother, my mother, my aunt – and the latter two speak of ‘getting right with God’. I guess it doesn’t hurt to become ‘born again’ even if you’re not into all that Holy rolling, snake handling, speaking in tongues, and being ‘slain in the spirit’. It’s just that life is so much more exhausting when one tries to live a religious life, rather than a secular one. It’s also boring – you can’t listen to ‘worldly’ music or watch certain movies or think bad thoughts, use foul language, road rage, or engage in sex without benefit of marriage.
You could be forgiven for thinking apocalyptic thoughts, like the science fiction writer John Scalzi who, surveying the charred and flooded and shaken landscape, declared that this “sure as hell feels like the End Times are getting in a few dress rehearsals right about now. Or the street corner preacher in Harlem overheard earlier this week ranting about Harvey, Irma and Kim Jong Un, in no particular order. “We are all much more superstitious than we recognize, and it takes a lot of logical thinking not to believe that this part of the world is not being somehow persecuted,”  said George Loewenstein, a professor of economics and psychology at Carnegie Mellon University.

In deeply religious communities, the recent sequence of catastrophic events and threats — terror and nuclear weapon tests, as well as natural disasters — can be understood more easily through prophecy than logic. – NY Times

Bizarre events have always taken place. It’s not something that’s come about due to climate change, El Nino, sin, Biblical prophecy, the decadence of Western nations, or even Donald Trump. It’s just nature is all. But if you honestly believe that the world is coming to an end, maybe you should ‘get right’ with God, Yahweh, Allah, Jehovah, the Creator, Lady Earth, Lord of the Harvest, Shiva, whatever names your religion has for the gods and goddesses you worship.

Halloween Murders

Scene of TJ Darrisaw’s murder, and his killer Quentin Patrick

Every day, someone is murdered somewhere in the world. It may not be in your town or mine, but it happens. People are killed on their birthday, wedding anniversary, vacation, at work, in school, while praying in church, out shopping, and on holidays. Media vita in morte sumus. In the midst of life we are in death. Being that this month is October and the final day is Halloween, aka All Saints’ Eve & All Hallow’s Eve, I thought it was appropriate to post today about murders that took place on Halloween. Most of them are beyond shocking, and all of them are tragic – especially those involving children.

I had only heard about three of the following cases (Chris Jenkins, T. J. Darrisaw, and the Toolbox Killers) before, one of which I learned about when I was watching Paranormal State episodes on Hulu and YouTube. If I did learn of the others, I just don’t remember them. Murder is terrible on any day, but the killing of a child on a day like Halloween, which to most is a time of fun, parties, and lots of candy, is mindblowing. I would never feel the same about 31 October, or Christmas, or Easter, if I lost a loved one on those days. Imagine how the parents of these murdered children must feel every year All Saints’ Eve rolls around.

While the vast majority of Halloween scare stories about razor blades in apples or poisoned candy are either urban legends or moral panics, one story is, unfortunately, completely true. And it had nothing to do with a demented stranger randomly killing children. Eight-year-old Timothy O’Bryan had a packet of Pixie Stix given to him by his father Ronald to cap off his trick-or-treating. He almost immediately went into convulsions, and died an hour later. The death sent the O’Bryan’s small Texas town into a panic, and the police determined that the Pixie Stix that Timothy ate were laced with cyanide. When Ronald’s story kept changing, police began investigating him. They found him to be deeply in debt, and that he’d taken out massive life insurance policies on his children. Police found that other O’Bryan children had also been given the candy by their dad, but hadn’t eaten them.  Ronald O’Bryan was found guilty of murder, sentenced to death, and executed in 1984. (O’Bryan is known as the ‘Candy Man’, and I once read a fictional story that was similar to his crimes, only it was a girl instead of a boy, and the candy was Chuckles rather than Pixie Stix, with sugar laced cyanide that the little girl used to sweeten her lime Chuckle before she ate it.)

On Halloween 2010, Ohio teenager Devon Griffin returned home from Sunday church services to find the corpses of his brother Derek, mother Susan, and Susan’s new husband William Liske. The killer had bludgeoned Derek with a claw hammer, shot William five times with a .22-caliber pistol, and raped Susan before shooting her three times. Devon was so traumatized he could only say it was like “something out of a haunted house.”  The killer was found to be William Liske’s son from a previous marriage, William Liske Jr., who had a history of schizophrenia and violence. Liske was picked up at a halfway house, and pleaded guilty to all three murders. He committed suicide in prison in 2015.

Yoshihiro Hattori was a Japanese exchange student living in Baton Rouge as part of the American Field Service program. On Halloween night 1992, Hattori and the young son of his host family went to a Halloween party for AFS students. Unfamiliar with the neighborhood were the party was, the boys rang the doorbell of the wrong house. When they got no answer, they started walking back to their car. The owner of the home, Rodney Peairs, then opened the door armed with a 44 Magnum revolver. Hattori turned around and said “we’re here for the party.” Claiming he feared for his life and that the exchange student was “scary,” Peairs shot Hattori at point blank range, hitting him in the chest and killing him. Peairs and his wife then went back into their house and waited 40 minutes for the police, who questioned him and let him go. Only when both the governor of Louisiana and the Japanese consulate got involved was Peairs actually arrested, after which he was acquitted of manslaughter.

  Chris Jenkins was a 21-year-old student at the University of Minnesota who was last seen leaving a downtown Minneapolis bar on Halloween night in 2002. Four months later, his body was discovered in the Mississippi River, still wearing his Halloween costume. Since Chris was intoxicated that night and his cause of death appeared to be drowning, authorities initially believed his death was either an accident or suicide. But his parents refused to believe this and pressed for a more thorough investigation. Finally, in 2006, the death was reclassified as a homicide. Police claimed that an incarcerated suspect told them he was present when Chris was murdered, then thrown off a bridge into the river. While the story is credible, there’s never been enough evidence to file charges. However, one possible theory is that Chris Jenkins could have been a victim in the mysterious and unsolved “Smiley Face Murders.” These bizarre killings involved approximately 40 male college students in the United States who all died of drowning. In some of these cases, unexplained “smiley face” graffiti was found near the body of water where the victims turned up. While no “smiley face” graffiti was ever found in connection to Chris Jenkins’s death, the scenario does have a number of similarities to these killings. It remains unsolved.  – Ranker

 


On Chicago’s South Side in 2011, 55-year-old Ledell Peoples blamed his girlfriend for stealing his bag of Halloween treats. An argument ensued and 49-year-old Maria Adams threw a plate at Peoples’s head, which struck him above the eye and caused a gash. Peoples then grabbed a knife and stabbed her multiple times, killing her.

 

Seven-year-old Tony Bagley was wearing a skeleton costume and trick-or-treating with his sister, mother, and aunt early on Halloween night in 1994 on the north side of Las Vegas. A man in a hooded sweat suit leaped out of nowhere and fired at the family before hopping in a getaway car, which peeled away with its lights off. Bullets hit Tony’s sister in the liver, his aunt in the leg, and his mother in the chest, but they all survived. Tony did not. His biological father, who reportedly never commented to the police on Tony’s death, was arrested a few years later for an unrelated street shooting. Tony’s murder remains unsolved.

On Halloween night in 2008, convicted drug dealer Quentin Patrick of Sumter, SC heard a knock on his door. Assuming it was rival gang members, he grabbed his full-auto AK-47 and blasted at least 29 bullets through his front door at them. Eleven of those bullets hit 12-year-old trick-or-treater T. J. Darrisaw, killing him. T. J.’s father and younger brother were also hit but survived.

Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris were known as the “Tool Box Killers” because they routinely employed implements such as pliers and hammers in their unconscionably vicious series of kidnap/rape/torture/murders of five teenage California girls in 1979. The last of these murders, that of 16-year-old Shirley Ledford, occurred after they spotted Ledford hitchhiking home from a Halloween party. They picked her up in their van, and over the course of hours, they bound and gagged her, smashed her elbow repeatedly with a hammer, sodomized her with pliers, and finally strangled her to death with a wire coat hanger before dumping her on a random front lawn. During the course of Ledford’s murder, they tape-recorded themselves taunting her while she screamed for mercy. Norris was later quoted as saying: “We’ve all heard women scream in horror films … still, we know that no one is really screaming. Why? Simply because an actress can’t produce some sounds that convince us that something vile and heinous is happening. If you ever heard that tape, there is just no possible way that you’d not begin crying and trembling. I doubt you could listen to more than a full sixty seconds of it.” – Thought Catalog

Halloween Songs For Parties

Need music for this year’s Halloween get together? Have I got a compilation for you! I once made a list of all the freakishly wonderful songs that I could find, and posted them to Facebook – one for every day of October, culminating with that all time favorite, the Time Warp. (Though I probably should have used a song with Halloween in the title. At the time, I thought that was too obvious.) I used to be heavily into Gothic rock, industrial, and the like, and there are dozens of songs from those deliciously darksome bands and singers – you can usually find them on YouTube. as they are happy for any type of exposure they can get, unlike greedy mainstream performers who always want $$$.

Bobby Pickett – Monster Mash

The Who – Boris The Spider

Donovan – Season of The Witch

The Eagles – Witchy Woman

Mike Oldfield – Tubular Bells

The Rocky Horror Picture Show – Time Warp

John Carpenter – Halloween Theme

Rockwell – Somebody’s Watching Me

Oingo Boingo – Dead Man’s Party

Ministry – Everyday is Halloween

Fresh Prince & DJ Jazzy Jeff – Nightmare on My Street

Gheto Boys – Mind Playing Tricks on Me

Alice Cooper – Feed My Frankenstein

Loreena McKennitt – All Souls Night

Marilyn Manson – This is Halloween

Tom Waits – Little Drop of Poison

Type O Negative – Black No. 1

Misfits – Halloween

Donald Glover, Tracy Jordan – Werewolf Bar Mitzvah

Gnarls Barkley – The Boogie Monster

California Wildfires: Real Life Horror

Hundreds of people are unaccounted for in the latest wildfires raging across several counties in the state of California. As of the writing of this post, 31 are dead and 5 have been arrested for looting, including a man caught with 2 stolen bikes and narcotics. In Santa Rosa, more than 2,500 homes have been destroyed, as well as the fire station, according to the mayor, Chris Coursey.

With mandatory evacuation orders still in place, many residents in the affected areas have been warned not to return to their homes until further notice.

“Life is more important than property,” Sonoma County Sheriff Robert Giordano said at a press conference Tuesday.

He said he thinks the wildfires will be “one of the worst natural disasters in California history.”


 

Napa, Solano, and Sonoma counties contain what officials are calling the Southern LNU Complex, while the Atlas (Nuns, Patrick, and Pressley fires) are considered offshoots of the giant blaze.


The Atlas fire has scorched 43,762 acres in Napa and Solano counties since the inferno began Sunday night, and just 3 percent of the blaze was contained Wednesday night. The enormous fire has destroyed 125 structures. The Nuns fire has charred 14,698 acres in Sonoma County since Sunday night. It was just 3 percent contained Thursday morning. The Patrick fire has burned 10,817 acres in Napa County since Sunday night, and only 2 percent of it was contained Thursday afternoon. The Adobe fire has singed 9,004 acres in Sonoma County. Just 1 percent of it was contained as of Wednesday night. The Norrbom fire has scorched 4,331 acres in Sonoma County, and only 1 percent of it was contained Wednesday night.Meanwhile, the Pressley fire has charred 473 acres in Sonoma County. It was just 1 percent contained Wednesday night. 
– ABC News

First responders are finding nothing but bones and ashes of victims, bodies burnt so badly beyond all recognition that Sonoma County Sheriff Rob Giordano has stated that positive IDs might never be confirmed. Fires have always been a part of California, along with earthquakes and mudslides, but I have never read or heard about anything like this. It makes one wonder, along with all the hurricanes, terrorist attacks, mass murders, and other tragic happenings, if the end truly is nigh. One cannot sit on one’s high horse and proclaim that God, the invisible fairy, is raining judgment upon the people of California because of sin. Most people would agree that the ‘sin’ is concentrated in Hollyweird, so why not destroy those living in and around that ‘den of iniquity’?
They said the same about Hurricane Katrina and New Orleans, just because of Mardi Gras, and puked similar nonsense during the Midwest Floods. I have even seen memes proclaiming that the reason all the natural disasters occur in the Bible Belt is because people who live in that region are anti-gay, anti-feminism, racist, and all sorts of rubbish. Michigan isn’t part of the Bible Belt, and neither is California, the Plains states where so many tornadoes hit, New Jersey, D.C with its high crime rate, New England, or Chicago. Where is the compassion? It seems that people don’t have that anymore.

At least 400 people are reported missing in Sonoma County alone, where a fire wiped out thousands of homes in Santa Rosa, a city of about 175,000 people. Deputies are having to wait for houses to cool before they can enter to look for the missing, said Giordano, the sheriff. The Sonoma County Sheriff’s Office identified 10 victims Thursday, and most of them were over 70. The youngest was 57, and the oldest was 95. Sonoma, Mendocino and Napa counties have been among the hardest hit by the fires. Nearly 20% of the population in those counties is over 65, according to US Census Bureau data.

Evacuees who escaped the oncoming flames described harrowing ordeals. Charity Ruiz, who is pregnant, had been in a car with her family trying to evacuate from their Santa Rosa neighborhood but got stuck in a traffic jam. “Honestly, I’ve never in my life felt like I was going to die like that moment,” Ruiz told CNN affiliate KPIX. “Not just me, but my girls and unborn baby.” Unable to wait any longer, Ruiz walked back and got her bike from her house and rode out of the neighborhood with her two girls in the toddler trailer. “I can ride a bike, but I’m pregnant so it was hard,” she told the station. Ruiz had been scheduled to deliver her baby next week. She and her kids made it out of harm’s way, but their home burned to the ground.


The fires have been fast and ruthless, shifting without much notice and destroying at least 3,500 structures. One of them is the Santa Rosa home of Charles Schulz, the creator of the comic strip “Peanuts.” Schulz died in 2000. His widow, Jean, 78, evacuated from the home Monday, shortly before the flames reduced it to rubble, his son Monte Schulz said. The fire destroyed precious reminders of the life his stepmother and his late father had built together, along with memorabilia, Schulz told CNN.
 – CNN
Couple married for 75 years died in their home

A True Ghost Story

The actual house as it looks today
When I was 14, we moved into a house – after having lived in the one my grandfather passed away in at least ten years – that was rumored to be ‘hainted’, as my late Aunt B proclaimed it. Neither my mother nor my grandmother believed her and passed her words off as ‘sour grapes’, saying that she probably wished she had found the house before they did. We were all excited about the house, as it was far nicer than the one we’d left – there were French doors leading from the living room to the dining room, which we used as a den, and hardwood floors throughout instead of ugly linoleum as the other house had featured. We also had a chandelier in the dining area, an eat in kitchen with a small nook where we placed the refrigerator, four bedrooms (the fourth was small and directly across from the door to the basement, which wasn’t finished), a screened in back porch, and awnings over most of the windows. There was only one bathroom however, and the attic was basically a crawlspace. The house was heated by oil, and there was no air conditioning so we had to buy more box fans for the windows, which we had rarely used in the other house as it had many tall windows that kept the air circulating even on hot summer days. Back then, it never seemed to get as hot as it does now.

It wasn’t long – we moved in on a cold January night when it was starting to snow, as my late Uncle C feared it might blanket the city with several inches, making moving the next day impossible – before the weird events began happening, I think by the time Fall arrived. The cat, Grady, stayed out most of the time and the dog, Pepper, was just as feisty as ever. The family unit, which consisted of me, my brother P, my baby sister whom we called Tootsie (she was literally a baby, only a year and a few months old by this time) my mom, her boyfriend K (the father of my baby sister and who is now deceased), and my late grandmother – later, my late Aunt A would move in with us – got along quite well in the beginning. We seemed to thrive in our new environment. But something went wrong. A darkness descended upon the household and it never went away until we all moved out.

I used to go up the steps that led to the attic crawlspace to sit and read. I stopped doing that by the end of our first summer, though, because I began to feel uncomfortable sitting up there. I felt as if I were being watched. It got to the point where I was too scared to even open the door, and sometimes when I was lying in bed – because unfortunately, the steps to the attic were right in my bedroom – I was afraid that something was going to come down those stairs and get me. This is around the same time that the insomnia which would take over my life started. It is also the house where I developed a taste for horror novels, and where my love of horror movies deepened.

We started hearing strange sounds. Sometimes these were heard in the small bedroom near the basement, which is where my aunt stayed when she came to live with us for a time. Other times, we heard them in the dining room-turned den, especially when everyone else was in bed. Usually, I would stay up alone, reading or writing, and every so often I would hear this odd noise and look up towards the French doors where, of course, I never saw anything. But those weird sounds continued right up till we all moved out of that house. Scratching noises. Footsteps. Bumping sounds.
The family unit smashed to pieces the following year. My mom’s boyfriend, the father of her baby, cheated on her with a young Australian camp counselor when he went away to his cooking job at a posh camp for the spoiled brats of rich people for the second summer. That ended their relationship forever, as he had already cheated on her  before with a White woman, and she’d forgiven him (my grandmother, on the other hand, never did). I fought with my brother like a hellcat. I remember that I broke his $40 Walkman, which he’d received for Christmas, out of sheer envy. Another time, I threw a heavy book at him and broke one of the windows over the front porch. The dog began to get sick. My mother and my aunt had verbal altercations, my aunt and my grandmother had verbal spats, and my mother and my grandmother had arguments. Not all the time, but it happened a great deal. There was backstabbing, jealousy, she said – he said – they said stuff, selfishness, and temper tantrums. My aunt, already a drug user, lost good nursing jobs because of her habit. The rest of the adults drank too much. I retreated deeper into my fantasy world, and for a time, my brother went along with me.
The worst event came when my brother, baby sister, and I were in the house alone. My sister was lying asleep in my mom’s bed – my mother and her sister were out carousing with their much younger boyfriends, my grandmother was out on a drinking binge, and who knows where my sister’s dad was. My brother had just watched music videos and I think we were sitting on my bed discussing our sorry lives when we heard footsteps in that back bedroom of my aunt’s. We both went silent and listened. The footsteps then stopped. I whispered that we had to get out of there. My brother crept into the kitchen, which was right next to my bedroom, incidentally – and grabbed a large butcher’s knife from the drawer.

While he held the knife, we went to my mother’s room and snatched my sister from the bed. Then we sneaked like thieves out of our own house, scared to death. We found my mom and aunt, told them that someone had broken into the house, and they went back with us along with a man, I think it might have been one of their boyfriends. But there was no one in the house at all. In the room that my aunt slept in, however, there was gravel and rocks on the floor – but how it got there. we had no idea. It looked as if it had been thrown in through the small window. Yet this was a storm window with a screen over it. How had rocks and gravel gotten through there? No dirt or anything was even in the window or on the sill. There was simply no explanation for the debris on her floor, the footsteps, or the feeling we’d had that someone was in the house with us.

To this day, we have no explanations for what happened to us in that house. It’s the same case with the house I lived in briefly before my current abode, and the house I am living in now. Never have I lived in such inanimate places where eerie episodes took place, and where getting along was a hardship. It doesn’t help matters any that the first time I ever heard my name called by a disembodied voice, it was in that house I lived in from the time I was 14 until after I turned 16. I never lived in a house that screwed with my emotions like that until I stayed in my former coworker B’s house, which is less than 2 miles from the ‘haunted’ house I live in currently. I felt relief at leaving that house, but it wasn’t six months before I realized that I had traded one century-old home with a ‘dark entity’ in residence, for another that is just as bad.
I can’t wait to move out of here in a few months.

The Real Story Behind The Exorcist

William Peter Blatty based his 1971 bestseller off of a true story, which I’d known about since I was a teenager or maybe younger, only I thought the child involved was a younger boy, around age 11 or 12 like I was when I first learned about him. From what I recall, the little boy lived in D.C., only not in the same location as where the film took place, and had pretty much the same things happen to him as the fictional Regan McNeil. It wasn’t until I was much, much older that I found out the actual story.

Ronald Edwin Hunkeler (he was first known by Roland Doe, a pseudonym) was just an everyday, average teenager of the late 1940s when he came under demonic possession. It started first with a Ouija board, which the boy was introduced to at the age of 14 by his aunt, who had an interest in spiritualism. While no one really blamed the fact that Ronnie had been playing with a Ouija board, most paranormal ‘scholars’ of today believe that this game, often believed to be harmless, is a portal through which the very demons of Hell can emerge.

After the death of Ronnie’s aunt, the family noticed that the furniture began moving around, strange noises were heard, and objects flew through the air and levitated when the young teen was present. It is thought that Ronnie tried to contact his recently deceased aunt via the Ouija board but apparently, what got in touch with him wasn’t his beloved relative but something of a maliciously sneaky nature. Ronnie’s family was German Lutheran, and kept holy items in the home. According to one account, a vial of holy water smashed to the ground when it was placed near the teenager. However, according to some authors: In his 1993 book Possessed: The True Story of an Exorcism, author Thomas B. Allen offered “the consensus of today’s experts” that “Robbie was just a deeply disturbed boy, nothing supernatural about him”.

Author Mark Opsasnick questioned many of the supernatural claims associated with the story, proposing that “Roland Doe” was simply a spoiled, disturbed bully who threw deliberate tantrums to get attention or to get out of school. Opsasnick reports that Halloran, who was present at the exorcism, never heard the boy’s voice change, and he thought the boy merely mimicked Latin words he heard clergymen say, rather than gaining a sudden ability to speak Latin. Opsasnick reported that when marks were found on the boy’s body, Halloran failed to check the boy’s fingernails to see if he had made the marks himself. Opsasnick also questioned the story of Hughes’ attempts to exorcise the boy and his subsequent injury, saying he could find no evidence that such an episode had actually occurred.


During his investigation Opsasnick discovered:

  • The exorcism did not take place at 3210 Bunker Hill Road in Mount Rainier, Maryland.
  • The boy never lived in Mount Rainier.
  • The boy’s home was in Cottage City, Maryland.
  • Much of the commonly accepted information about this story is based on hearsay, is not documented, and was never fact-checked.
  • There’s no evidence Father E. Albert Hughes visited the boy’s home, had him admitted to Georgetown Hospital, requested that the boy be restrained at the hospital, attempted an exorcism of the boy at Georgetown Hospital, or was injured by the boy during an exorcism (or at any other time).
  • There is ample evidence refuting claims that Father Hughes suffered an emotional breakdown and disappeared from the Cottage City community.

Opsasnik wrote that after he located and spoke with neighbors and childhood friends of the boy (most of whom he only referenced by initials) he concluded that “the boy had been a very clever trickster, who had pulled pranks to frighten his mother and to fool children in the neighborhood”.

Skeptic Joe Nickell wrote that there was “simply no credible evidence to suggest the boy was possessed by demons or evil spirits” and maintains that the symptoms of possession can be “childishly simple” to fake. Nickell dismissed suggestions that supernatural forces made scratches or markings or caused words to appear on the teenager’s body in unreachable places, saying, “A determined youth, probably even without a wall mirror, could easily have managed such a feat – if it actually occurred. Although the scratched messages proliferated, they never again appeared on a difficult-to-reach portion of the boy’s anatomy”. On one occasion the boy was reportedly seen scratching the words “hell” and “christ” on his chest by using his own fingernails. – Wikipedia

Personally, I do not believe in demonic possession. I don’t believe in Satan, demons, God, angels, or anything else that smacks of mythology. The Exorcist is a great horror film with a fantastic story, that is all. There’s no truth in it, same as with the sad case of Annaliese Michel, or any of those others who were mentally ill but suffered through exorcisms because of foolish and superstitious people. I feel sorry for anyone who actually believes that demons and angels exist, same as I feel sorry for the victims of cults and abused children and neglected elderly.