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My true ghost stories, weird happenings, theories and speculation on all things strange and quirky!

Alien Doctor? – A to Z Blog Challenge 2019 – Letter A

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Alien Doctor? – A to Z Blog Challenge 2019 – Letter A #AtoZChallenge 2019 badge

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2019/04/a-to-z-10th-anniversary-atozchallenge.html

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Welcome to the first post of my A to Z Blogging Challenge 2019!

I’ll be posting something for each letter of the alphabet during this month, and there will be a variety of subjects.

The Mystery Box Chickens will introduce the topic for the day, with silly remarks, because well…chickens are sillyl! 🙂

Hope you enjoy!

Mystery Box Chickens Where’s our Mystery Box? The Alien stole our Box! No, it just hasn’t been delivered yet!

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ALIEN DOCTOR?

I have been drawn to the stars and sky for as long as I can remember. There is a need for me to look up into the darkness, even when I was a little kid, sneaking out of the house to look at the starry sky. I still do this almost every night.

I feel like maybe aliens know of me, and have made their presence known to me, throughout the years. This story is one of those times. The memory of the incident has haunted me all this time, because of the not knowing why it happened, or the truth of it. I do know it happened to me, and was not a dream.

I was always in and out of the doctor’s office for this or that, as a child. One time was really strange. The Dr. was tired of seeing me always in there, and told me if I ever came back, he’d make sure I never did again. He took me and my mom (who didn’t say a word, just followed – which was completely not normal) down some concrete steps, to the basement of the hospital.

He was strange looking. He was a very short man, wearing a long white coat, and large dark glasses, so I couldn’t see his eyes behind them. He said to look at what was down there…that these people didn’t listen to him, and that this is what would happen to me, too. It was terrifying.

I saw people strapped down onto these huge roulette-like wheels. Some were upright, some were situated more flat to the floor, and they couldn’t move. They were very scared. Once in awhile an assistant would come and spin the wheels around really fast.

At that point, the doctor took my hand and pricked my finger to draw blood, for a blood test. Then he said for us to leave. I vowed to never, ever go back to that doctor again, no matter what, even if I was sick, and I never did, even when I did get sick…I just never told anyone I was not feeling well.

So, that is how this one ended, but I have reason to believe there have been many other encounters over the years…just not as scary.

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Anyone have any thoughts on this? Have you had mysterious encounters?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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I want to thank Yinglan for tagging me to do this photo challenge. I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. You can find Yinglan’s blog here

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This is the photo…

 

Directing traffic was Dave’s passion. He was affectionately called Dave the Director by all the regular drivers who passed by his designated station. Everyone would give him a happy wave, and a cheery hello, day after day.

No one knew the real Dave, the man behind the uniform. No one knew why he would blow his whistle, swish his baton all around, guiding the cars and trucks to their destination without fail, but would never speak to them. Someone got curious and googled his profile information, which led to a touching human interest story in the local papers.

Dave B, esteemed member of this community, and well known traffic policeman, passed away at the age of 35, on January 17, 1992. He was interred in City Cemetery, yet it has been reported that he revisits the scene of his accidental death. His presence is seen at the intersection where he was struck down by a speeding car. It is felt that he resumes his position, to aid drivers now, so there will be no more tragedies, like he experienced. For the last 25 years, there has been no more accidents at that location, because of Dave’s ghost watching over all souls who pass by.

No one knew the real Dave…until they read his obituary.

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My nominees are:

Bee at The Bee Writes

Suze at Suziland too or an Obsolete Childhood

Oneta at Sweet Aroma

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Here’s the photo I chose. There is no obligation to participate…just thought you might enjoy. 🙂

 

 

 

Building, Joy, Planning, Plans

photo by jarmoluk at Pixabay

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Blog Beginnings – Just Jot It January – Day 3 – Blog

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Blog Beginnings – Just Jot It January – Day 3

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 3rd

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 3rd, is your blog. Why did you start blogging? How did you come up with your theme, if you have one? How has it changed your life? Tell us about your blog in your jot! Enjoy!

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I started blogging on Blog Spot in 2013. I wanted to write about all kinds of things, first about my true experience ghost stories, and second to post my fan fiction story, “Two Souls: Into the Fire”. I spent a very long time writing it (over a year if not more), and I’m proud of the fact that I did it, and finished it.

I also wrote a bunch of essays on several different subjects. Then I discovered the A to Z Blog Challenge, which I completed there.

However, almost nobody saw or read any of this. There was maybe 3 people ever. One very helpful blogger did suggest I move over to Word Press, which I did. I’m so happy I did, as I’ve found WP to be full of wonderful, friendly, and helpful bloggers from all over the world. I appreciate each and every one of you who have stopped by to like, and comment over the years.

Now here’s how my almost first post went over there.

Seems to me everyone uses really cool sounding names for their online personalities and blogs. I always want to know why they chose it…what does it mean…is it supposed be a secret…a special code?  Hardly anyone will say why.  I won’t keep y’all in suspense.  This is “why” I chose mine and what they mean to me:

First, my online name…ghostmmnc…this is in reference to my favorite character in my favorite book “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite.

Second, my blog name and statement..teleportingweena, and why I chose this.

Teleport according to the dictionary is to move without physical contact either by mystical means or by conversion of matter or energy for transmission.
That is what I am doing by sending my thoughts out into the ether when I push publish on my blog posts. Transmitting them this way is very mystical to me, because I have no idea how it works.

 

Weena was one of our cats. Actually Rowena, but we called her Weena most of the time.  I believe she actually teleported herself once right here in the house!

 

Time machine…a hypothetical device that permits travel into the past and future.  Also the subject of one of my favorite books & movies “The Time Machine” by H.G. Wells. The female character in both was named Weena!

 

Weena (Rest In Peace)

Weena’s Story

First, the name of this blog… ‘teleportingweena’… Weena (Rowena) was our tabby cat. I think she teleported herself, somehow. I don’t know where she went, but she was gone. She was an indoor cat, never outside, so there wasn’t any way she got lost out there. She was in the bedroom (the one with the levitating mirror), when we saw her last. She has her hiding places, here in the house, and we searched everywhere. She’d been gone for hours. We tore the house apart calling and looking for her, but she was gone. In despair of ever finding her again, she suddenly appeared…right in the spot we last saw her. There was no noise of her coming back, no sound of her scrabbling out of an overlooked hiding spot…she just materialized right there in the bedroom. She wasn’t frightened, or anything…she was just sitting there. Of course we made a fuss over her, and all was back to normal. But, where was she? What did she see? I wish we knew.

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I’ve only changed the look of this blog once. The first WP theme I used was pink & black! Can you imagine? It was good, but I got tired of it. I like how it looks now, with the sky blue, which is one of my favorite colors.

I still blog about the the same things off and on… my fan fiction story, strange and weird things that happen, short stories & poems, essays, and challenges. After 6 years of blogging, I still love it.

So there you have it.
Welcome to my Blog!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Tonight?

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TONIGHT?

The blond boy shuffled his feet in the gravel next to the building. He was waiting. He struck a match, holding the orange flame up to the joint held between his lips. Inhaling deeply, he began to relax. This could be the night.

He watched as a couple of girls ran past him, paying no attention to the boy in the shadows. There was a muffled sound of music seeping out into the chilly night air. Pulling his jacket closer around him, he walked toward the back door of the venue, following in the girls footsteps.

Scrunching through the rocks, he rounded the corner. There was the bus, belching diesel fumes into the cold air. The driver had just let the two girls inside. He sighed, knowing he would never be invited in, yet still hoping…always hoping.

He glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He moved closer to the double doors, his heart pounding a rhythm to match the beat of the music from within. Then a thunderous roar was followed by a silence that made his ears ring. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

A thousand footsteps behind him were coming closer. The doors flew open as two burly men lead the way to the bus. In the few seconds before the crowd caught up to him, he made eye contact with a tall musician coming through the doorway.

He hears the words, “Not tonight,” spoken, as the musician signals to him with a hand over his heart. Then he is gone…swept along with his entourage onto the bus

The blond boy is just another face in the crowd of fans now gathered there, hoping to get a glimpse of the musician. It is bittersweet, having been seen, yet not invited along. He turns away, preparing for the next stop on the road ahead.

Inside the bus, the musician watches through the window and sighs.

“Who were you talking to?” a band mate asks.

“My brother,” he replies.

“I didn’t see anyone there.” the band mate says.

“I know…he died two years ago. He was my biggest fan…and he still is.”

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~note~ first written and posted on Blogger (Blog Spot) November 19, 2013
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 31

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 31

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Poem # 31

SPIDER DANCE

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Weave your web of love around me

Seduce me with your words, sublime

Silken strands to hold and bind me

Capture me…I’ll call you mine…

Spin your web in sticky spirals

I’ll never want to flee,

Lure me with your lyrics, love…

Come closer…come get me.

Dance with me, my Spider…dance…

Be wanton with your wildness,

Pierce me with your poisonous lance,

Our rebel love is reckless.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Happy Halloween

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Happy Halloween 🎃

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I love dressing up in costumes for Halloween, so thought I’d show you some of the ones I’ve come up with over the years.

Wishing everyone a Happy and Safe Halloween!

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Here’s a couple of my early costumes. There’s me and my little sister one Halloween. I think I was dressed as a gypsy?

Next is a costume I made when I was in Blue Birds (a group like Girl Scouts). We had to make them out of paper bags. 🙂

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Our family had quite a few Halloween Costume parties over the years. We’d all dress up, have games, snacks, a homemade haunted house in the cellar, and I’d read an original spooky story of mine, complete with props, like peeled grapes for eyeballs, and spaghetti noodle innards.  Sometimes, we’d even have a ‘white elephant’ gift exchange game, with oddball gifts to snatch and trade. We had lots of fun! 🙂

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Weird looking Betty Boop?

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Witch, Ghost, & Ghoul

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Vampire Ghoul?

Me, hamming it up as a witch

 

 

 

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Happy Halloween!

Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2016 BS

 

 

Countdown to Halloween – Day 30

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 30

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Poem # 30

IF WE LIVED IN THE WOODS

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If we lived in the woods,

What would we do?

Watch out for wolves,

And practice “Hoo-Doo”.

If we lived in the woods,

It would never be dull.

We would pick mushrooms and

Light up the Skull.

If we lived in the woods,

We would not have a phone.

We could bake a cake, and

Visit the Crone.

If we lived in the woods,

We would have to be focused.

We’d have to watch out for

Bats and the Locusts.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d light a candle.

It would never be too much

To Handle.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d sit and converse,

With the flora and fauna, and

Things of the Earth.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d chant and invoke,

Spirits of those of whom

Time Never Spoke.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d never be sad.

The rest of the world will

Call us Mad.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d play ‘neath the pines.

We’d make our peace with the

Spooks and the Signs.

If we lived in the woods,

We would howl at the Moon,

And dance in it’s light

From August till June.

If we lived in the woods…

If we lived in the woods…

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

And…the Weirdness Continues

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And…the Weirdness Continues

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So, I’ve told you about the missing book about making salt dough ornaments, and guess what? I found the book! It was nowhere near where I saw it last, and I found it in a big plastic tub of stuff I save for using in scrapbooks, and wrapping paper things I was going to throw away. I don’t know why I all of a sudden felt the need to go through that tub. I’m glad I did, though. Now, could be I’d put the book there myself at some time or other, but I don’t remember doing it. That’s why I never looked there earlier. Here’s the book…

Then, you know I got only two of my hair clips back…the others are still missing.

Here’s the weird thing that happened last night, clear out of the blue!

Let me set the scene… (yes, I wrote it down right after it happened)

It was 9:14 p.m.

Most of the lights in the house were turned off, so it wasn’t bright at all, as I sat here at my computer desk. The Mr. had already gone to bed, and Cricket, our cat, was dozing right by my feet. It was fairly quiet, even though the TV was on, at a lower volume. I was playing some game on the computer (sound turned off).

Suddenly, I hear a clinking sound like something fell on the hardwood floor right by me. I thought maybe a screw had come loose from my swivel office chair, so rolled it back to look at the floor. I looked at Cricket and she looked at me (she looked startled, too), and I said, “What was that?”

At first I didn’t see anything, but then noticed a dime coin was on the floor. Here’s a picture I took of it today. Just an ordinary dime, right?

But, where did it come from?

I’d been sitting in my chair, and gotten up and down from it, and walked past the computer desk, all day long, and there was no money laying around. I don’t keep my purse in this room, and never have any money on the shelf by my desk, either.

Just out of the blue, there came this dime, clinking down from somewhere.

As soon as it happened, my husband came quickly into the living room asking, “What was that loud noise?” I guess it woke him up. I told him it was just a dime on the floor, and he went back to bed.

I didn’t hear a loud noise, just the clink of the dime as it hit the floor.

Very strange.

Maybe the house ghost was trying to pay me for my missing hair clips? You never know.

Another thing with dimes that wasn’t really strange happened a couple of days ago, too. At the store I paid in cash, and got a dime in change. Then in the parking lot on the way to the car, I found a dime on the pavement, and I picked it up and put it in my purse. Hadn’t thought of it since, until the dime appeared falling to the floor. My purse, as I said, is never kept in the living room, so the extra dimes couldn’t have fallen out of it at all. I also looked in my purse, and the two dimes from the other day were still in there. So this new one was a completely random one!

What is it with these dimes? Is there some kind of connection?

Anyway, that’s what’s been happening. I’ll let you know if anything else weird goes on around here.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 29

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 29

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Poem # 29

WITCHY FUN

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From Oz to Salem, to suburban mayhem,

The witches entertained us all.

The witch of the west, was creepy at best,

And Glinda was belle of the ball.

Samantha twitched her nose,

Whenever she chose, and

Sabrina’s cat talks to her, it is true.

Elphaba was wicked,

Endora was vivid…

They all were an interesting crew.

The Sanderson sisters were funny and camp,

The witches of Eastwick were duped…

They all used their craft, and a bit of their vamp,

But Morticia’s my all favorite champ.

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Shows referenced = Bewitched, The Wizard of Oz, The Addams Family, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Hocus Pocus, The Witches of Eastwick, and Wicked (broadway play)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 28

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 28

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Poem # 28

4 a. m.

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Vampires and Lost Souls

Such are the demons we fight

4 a. m. secrets

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Vampires and Demons

Guard your Lost Soul against them

4 a. m. terrors

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Lost Souls together

Stand against evil beings

4 a. m. – love wins

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~Haiku poems~

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS