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A ghost is the soul or spirit of a deceased person that has remained on Earth after their death. They can appear in a visible form (an apparition) or in various other ways. Belief in ghosts is widespread – they feature prominently in the folklore and oral traditions of cultures around the world, and even in modern American many people profess to believe in ghosts.

Forays into Flash Fiction: The Black-Eyed Kids

Once again, Angela Goff has inspired a bit of microfiction with her Visual Dares. She said that she was looking forward to seeing my entry this week, and I hope it doesn’t disappoint. I modified the theme a bit (you can see the photo that inspired this at Angela’s blog, Anonymous Legacy) to include one of my favorite modern urban legends — the Black Eyed Kids. Enjoy!

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Night had fallen, and I had just slipped into my easy chair after a long day’s work.

Someone knocked on my door.

“Who could that be?” I grumbled, wondering at the same time why a feeling of cold dread had settled in my gut. It grew as I approached the door and opened it.

Two children, a boy and a girl, dressed in clothing from another century stood on my doorstep.

“Can I help you?” I said, voice quivering.

“May we use your telephone?” the boy said. The girl stared at me, silent.

I nearly said yes, despite my fear. They’re just kids, I thought.

Then I noticed their eyes.

They were completely black.

Needless to say, I didn’t let them in.

Now every knock gives me a panic attack. I can’t step outside without wondering if those black-eyed kids are nearby. Watching…

Bizarre Buddhism– The Tulpa

Friar Tuck, carrying Robin Hood on his back.  Alexandra David-Neel claimed to manifest a tulpa in the image of Friar Tuck

Friar Tuck, carrying Robin Hood on his back. Alexandra David-Neel claimed to manifest a tulpa in the image of Friar Tuck

Imagine being able to create a being or object with only your thoughts. No, not in the way that writers do when they conjure a story; rather, an actual physical manifestation that others can see. Does it sound far fetched? Maybe, but adherents of traditional Tibetan Buddhism believe it is possible to do so, if a person can attain enough sustained concentration. The resulting beings are called tulpa, or thought-forms as we in the West might call them.

It was said that the practice of manifesting tulpas was a feat that could be performed by bhodisattvas, or practitioners who have attained a level of spiritual enlightenment just below that of the Buddha. The goal of doing this was to project phantom versions of themselves into many worlds, all at once, to shine the light of the Dharma there. However, one did not have to be the Buddhist equivalent of a demi-god to perform the feat; really, anyone with the right knowledge and practice could do so. Precisely what practices are performed aren’t clear, but allegedly some of them could be found in the Tibetan Book of the Dead, a tome full of cryptic Tibetan practices and religious rights.

However, like many things, just because you can do them doesn’t mean you should. Accounts from Tibetan mystics of all stripes claim that manifesting a tulpa is not a process to be undertaken lightly, that the process can be dangerous or even deadly for those who lack deep spiritual discipline. After a certain point, when the tulpa has manifested and grown strong, it will outgrow its master, and begin to slip the leash. It can become a menace at that point, even killing its master.

A woman by the name of Alexandra David-Neel gives an eerie account of her own attempt at making a tulpa. She is credited with introducing the tulpa to the West, where it later became folded into extant occult traditions as a ‘thought-form’. David-Neel was one of the first Westerners allowed into Tibet to study their traditions and culture. She became fascinated with the various mystical practices among the Tibetans, particularly the tulpa. She decided to try the practice for herself, and claimed she manifested a tulpa who looked like a jolly Friar Tuck.

However, the monk began to take on a life of its own. She claimed it appeared when she was not thinking of it, and that others in the camp began to ask her who the robed stranger was. Over time, she noticed the once jolly monk creature began to slim down and grow malevolent in appearance. She decided it was time to do away with it at that point, and after a six month struggle she was able to absorb it back into her own mind.

Does it sound like something out of a fantasy novel? Certainly. But then, we know the capacity for the human mind to deceive itself. Cryptids of all stripes live on in the conscience of society at large, taking on a life apart from their dubious biological existence. You could consider beings like Bigfoot, the Beast of Bray Road, and otherstulpa, who exist only because the human imagination gives them life. In that way, tulpa are very real.

I’ve Seen Jesus! …In a Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

The famous ‘Mars face’. This strange formation was first sighted in a photograph taken by the Viking I orbiter and released by NASA in 1976. The apparent face caused quite a stir amongst UFO buffs. Subsequent photos showed the face was nothing more than a mountain.

…well, okay I personally haven’t seen Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich, but there have been those who claim they did. Reports of people seeing religious figures in random, mundane objects are pretty common–there’s even a cottage industry of shilling such objects to believers on EBay. Now the rest of us might snicker and shake our heads, thinking to ourselves that people are nuts and going on about our business. But hold on! This phenomena isn’t confined to a few who let wishful thinking and/or strong religious beliefs cloud what would otherwise be a functional rational capacity. Tell me: did you ever lay on the cool grass as a kid and stare at the clouds? What did you see? Perhaps a cloud that looked like a horse? How about a face? Have you ever been sitting in a doctor’s office, bored, staring at the chintzy wallpaper when all of a sudden you find a face staring back at you?

I know I have. I’ve seen faces in all sorts of random things. It turns out that this phenomena isn’t the result of some sort of mental misfiring, but rather it is part of our wiring. It is a phenomena called pareidolia, which is characterized by people perceiving random stimulus as significant, when really they aren’t. Basically, our brain is a categorizing machine. It despises random crap, and tries to assert order over the deluge of data constantly coming into it. Now this can lead to some odd associations; for example, baseball players are famously superstitious. Many have good luck charms or rituals that they swear by. This is a case of faulty correlation; a player happens to wear pink socks the day he hits five homers, and in his mind he associates the success with the pink socks. Really, we all know the hue of his socks has nothing to do with how well he hit, but the correlation is there nevertheless.

Now we know how the sometimes bizarre superstitions arise, but what does that have to do with an old lady seeing the Virgin Mary in her morning toast? Well, as I said, humans are pattern seeking animals. There is one pattern whose daily discernment is most crucial to our survival, even today–other people. Think about it. You can see a person’s face and instantly know whether they’re angry, happy, sad, or anything in between. Sure there is room for error there, but most people aren’t that great at controlling their facial expressions. Besides, when making a snap decision as to whether someone is going to smack you in the face with a brick and take your wallet, you’re probably not going to stop and ask how they’re feeling. Point being, for the last 2 million years of hominid existence, humans and their ancestors have had to be good at reading others. Which has made us good at picking out faces, even where there may not actually be any.

So, the next time someone sees the Pope in a fried ham and cheese sandwich, don’t be too quick to judge. They’re only being tricked by 2 million years of evolution.

Wrestling With Ghosts

The famous photo of the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall. Probably not a good idea to try a flying elbow drop in this instance...

The famous photo of the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall. Probably not a good idea to try a flying elbow drop in this instance…

I have problems with anxiety. Sometimes even the silliest thing will become a massive, overwhelming problem that fills me with a sense of dread. It could be something as simple as a friend spontaneously calling me to see if I want to hang out. Maybe a school calls me early in the morning wanting me to sub. Actually ANY time the phone rings it gives me a pang of anxiety, as does any loud buzzing noise.

Now none of this is new–I’ve known for a long time that I have anxiety problems, among other things. But only recently have I realized just how deeply anxiety is entwined into my life. And not just anxiety, but other negative emotions and mental constructs that I’ve managed to pick up over the last quarter century of life. But that’s all they are–emotions and mental constructs. Real, but not as real as they seem. While the suffering they cause is very real, they themselves are like illusions; existing, but not as they seem to. It reminds me of watching the show Ghost Hunters on SyFy (fun show by the way).  Usually the guys go in skeptical, attempting to debunk claims of paranormal activity by finding a pragmatic cause for the phenomena their clients describe–leaky pipes, air flow problems, and other such things that could sound like a ghoul going bump in the night.  More often than not, they find some sort of common explanation for the so-called paranormal activity. The phenomena are very real, but the cause is not what the clients thought it was. They are simply mistaken, in many cases.

It is the same with our mental life. We deceive ourselves, seeing a ghastly ghost where there’s only a billowing curtain. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I know that in my life I’ve spent a lot of time wrestling with ghosts. I think a lot of people do. They’re the ghosts of our own faulty perceptions of ourselves and the world around us. And we’re so busy wrestling with them that we don’t really live.

So breath deep and don’t shy away from that scary spirit clanking chains and moaning through the halls of your mind. A closer look might just show a billowing curtain and a bit of faulty plumbing.

The New Jersey Ghost Sniper

Credit: New York State Museum

Could boys shooting marbles with sling shots be responsible for the wave of terror that swept Camden, NJ in 1928?

Nowadays you don’t have to look too hard to find a headline about a shooting here, there, or anywhere really in this country.  Usually such stories are pretty cut and dry–an argument got out of hand, and someone turned to a gun (the bulk of homicides are spur of the moment, despite popular perception).  That is not meant to trivialize it of course–any death is a tragedy. All of that being said, it isn’t likely these days you’ll come across a gun related crime quite as weird as the Camden Ghost Sniper, the name given to the perpetrator of a very odd set of crimes between 1927 and 1928 in Camden, New Jersey.

The Ghost Sniper’s reign of terror began January 25, 1928 when a bus windshield and the wind shields of four other vehicles were ‘strangely shattered’ by an unknown projectile.  In just about every case attributed to the Ghost Sniper, windows appeared to be shot through with a bullet, although usually no fragments or shell casings were found.  So it was with the first five shootings.  Also, a police officer was struck and knocked to the ground by a blue marble.

After these first strange occurrences, reports of the ‘phantom sniper’ began to flood into Camden police stations.  Reports of similar attacks came in from Collingswood and Lindenwood, New Jersey as well.  Police suspected the culprit or culprits might be using a high powered air gun or a low caliber hand gun with a silencer, or some combination of the two.  Indeed, in later incidents bullets were found, one matching a .38 slug and the other a .22. In another case, a prominent local jeweler had a nickel-plated screw shot through his windshield, which was promptly recovered.

What was strange was that, in most cases, no one reported hearing gun fire during any of the incidents.  There was only one case where a possible shooter was identified; he’d apparently shot through a bedroom window, and when the occupants looked outside to see where the projectile had come from, they saw a man running a away shouting: “It’s all right now, Louie.”  The mystery man was never caught.

Luckily, no one was seriously injured throughout the ordeal, other than some severe cases of jangled nerves and a couple of officers who suffered nasty bruises after being struck by blue marbles.  That is not to say that Camden and the surrounding area were not in a borderline panic over the ‘phantom shooter’.  Police actually outfitted themselves with tommy guns and pursuit vehicles to aid in the hunt for the shooter, and throughout the course of the investigation they operated under a “shoot on sight” order.  People were genuinely terrified of the Ghost Sniper, and with good reason.  After all, no one could catch him, so who was to say when he would get bold and begin to kill, thinking he could do so with impunity?

The strange story concluded when police arrested two youths for shooting a hole in a windshield with a slingshot.  So far as I can see, after that point there were no more incidents reported.  This story reminds me strongly of the Mad Gasser of Mattoon; meaning, it is probably an incidence of mass hysteria.  Was there an initial attack?  Probably.  Then for whatever reason, possibly because of the public nature of the attack and the fact a police officer was injured, the story blew up.  Every pebble shot through a window by a passing car and every prank by bored school boys became a sign of a mad man on the loose.  Copy cats probably came out of the woodwork and fueled the flames, for reasons of their own.  Like such things do, it eventually peaked, and probably by the time the two youths were arrested, interest in the whole business had waned anyway.  It was a phantom shooter indeed, as it only existed in the collective minds of the residents of Camden, New Jersey.

The Legend of the Hairy Hands

 

Who knows what spirits haunt the highways and byways of, well, England in this case.

Who knows what spirits haunt the highways and byways of, well, England in this case.

Early in the twentieth century, a bizarre story began to circulate about a haunting around a lonely stretch of road in rural Dartmoor in England.  Starting in 1910, drivers and cyclists began reporting unusual accidents along the stretch of road between Postbridge and Two Bridges.  Victims reported that their vehicle had suddenly jolted or swerved before steering off the road.  Even more bizarre, victims alleged that it seemed as if some invisible force had taken control of the steering wheel before the accident.

More often than not, victims survived their strange accident largely unscathed save for a case of badly rattled nerves.  The road picked up a deadly reputation when Dr. E.H. Helby was killed when he lost control of his motorcycle.  Two girls who had been riding in the sidecar survived.  Helby was the medical officer of Dartmoor Prison, and the girls were the children of the prison governor.  The strange story of Hairy Hands went national when an Army Captain reported that a pair of invisible hands had taken hold of

his motorcycle’s handle bars and forced him off the road.

You will notice that often victims reported that an invisible force made them lose control.  Some victims claimed that a pair of hairy, disembodied hands took the wheel, while others simply say it felt as if some invisible force jerked it from their control.  One woman reported seeing a hairy hand attempting to gain access to her car while she was camping on the moors with her husband.  The ghostly hand disappeared when she made a religious sign.  Since the imagery of a hairy, disembodied hand is extremely creepy and unsettling, it’s no wonder that has become the name of the legend.  It rolls off the tongue much easier than “invisible force that jerks steering wheels” too.

In any case, after the story went national, officials duly investigated.  They found that in some places along the road, the camber or slope of the road way was dangerous in some places.  Likely, people who were unfamiliar with the narrow country roads hit these sections of the road going too fast and lost control.  The problem was fixed, and this author at least has found no modern accounts of old Hairy Hands being back to his usual tricks.  A weird story indeed, but it looks like this one probably stemmed from nothing more malevolent than poor civil planning.

Madam LaLaurie–The Murderous Mistress

An image of the LaLaurie mansion from a post card circa 1906. It was on the third floor of this mansion that Madam LaLaurie built her torture chamber.

More often than not, when you hear the word “serial killer” you think of a man.  You would not be far off, as the vast majority of serial killers are male.  However, the fairer sex is not immune from murderous instincts, and some of the most notorious serial killers in history were women.  Among their number is the wealthy New Orleans socialite Marie Delphine LaLaurie, better known as Madam LaLaurie, whose mansion has gone down in the eccentric history of New Orleans as a house of horrors.

On April 10, 1834 a fire broke out in her mansion.  While neighbors and firefighters struggled to put out the flames, LaLaurie herself went about the mansion trying to save her valuables.  Rescuers began to question where all the household slaves were, and why they weren’t helping to fight the fire.  I also imagine they were curious as to why an elderly slave was chained to the stove.

Rumors had abounded before the fire of LaLaurie’s alleged cruelty towards her slaves.  Certainly slavery itself was a cruel institution, but slave holders were expected to treat their slaves with some minimum degree of humanity (I should mention that I waffled over that word choice for about ten whole minutes and it still doesn’t fit).  This evidently didn’t exclude slave holders from using whips and chains to discipline their slaves, so to be considered “cruel” back then meant very much going above and beyond.

Said rumors were probably in the back of the rescuer’s minds as they put out the fire.  They headed up the stairs toward the attic, guided by the words of the elderly kitchen slave who had told them about her fellow slaves who were sent to the attic, never to return.  Some believe the slave set the fire in the kitchen herself to try to draw attention from the outside world to Madam LaLaurie’s cruelty.  If that was her intention, the plan worked.

Rescuers broke down the attic door and found a scene straight out of the worst modern day horror movies.  Accounts vary, and likely they have become exaggerated with the passage of time, but regardless what was inside was terrible enough to make hardened firefighters become sick to their stomachs.  Slaves were bound in chains to the wall, with collars around their throats.  Some were locked in dog cages.  All of them showed signs of starvation and maltreatment, and some were horribly mutilated.  One man had had his genitals removed in a crude sex change operation.  One woman’s limbs had been broken at the joints which were then reset at odd angles, resulting in a crab-like appearance.  Another woman’s limbs had been removed and strips of her flesh had been stripped away in sort of a striped pattern.  A man had been vivisected (autopsied while alive) and lay on the makeshift operating table with his organs exposed.  Buckets of organs and blood were scattered all over the room.

Now I should mention that descriptions these rather more horrific and specific tortures came later, as near as I can tell.  They may not (and hopefully didn’t) occur, but rather they might be embellishments of the legend of Madam Laurie.  Regardless, the fact seems to stand that Madam LaLaurie and her husband committed atrocities against their slaves that were shocking even to the culture of the day that regarded them as nothing more than property.

Not long after the discovery, Madam LaLaurie was forced to flee her home as an armed lynch mob attacked the mansion when word spread of the attic room and its grisly contents.  LaLaurie and her husband fled in a carriage and escaped to Paris, France.  On December 7, 1842 Madam LaLaurie died in Paris, allegedly of wounds sustained during a boar hunt.  She was never punished for her crimes.

Grisis Siknis–The Miskito “Crazy Sickness”

Miskito Natives

I have covered abnormal psychology more than once on this blog (here, here, and here) but so far I haven’t gotten to culturally bound syndromes, a very unique subset of psychiatric disorders that only occur among specific cultural groups.  These disorders often confound Western medicine, as they don’t fit well into the current classification system for psychiatric disorders and they also don’t respond well to Western style treatments.

One such culture bound disorder is Grisis Siknis, which exclusively affects the Miskito people of Nicaragua.  Grisis Siknis means “crazy sickness” in the Miskito language and it is a contagious sort of hysteria characterized by long periods of anxiety, dizziness, nausea, irrational anger, and profound fear.  More disturbing, Grisis Siknis is characterized by bouts of frenzied, often violent activity in which the afflicted will lose consciousness and run, believing that demons are chasing them, trying to assault them physically and sexually.  Oftentimes, the afflicted person will pick up a weapon–a machete, a broken bottle, a stick, or anything handy–and start striking out randomly at unseen attackers.  They exhibit a hysterical strength, sometimes requiring four men to restrain them.

…oh and did I mention who these machete waving berserkers who can only be restrained by four or more burly dudes are?  They’re typically teenaged girls, aged between 15 and 18.  Not exactly who you had pictured, right? I also mentioned how Grisis sickness is contagious–outbreaks sometimes begin with one girl before spreading to neighboring villages and sometimes affecting hundreds of girls before receding away as quickly as it came.

So what causes a bunch of teenage girls to absolutely flip their lids and start waving machetes at people?  There are two radically different schools of thought on the matter.  Western psychiatry holds that the “crazy sickness” results from stresses on these girls.  The Miskitos are an impoverished tribe of native people who practice a hybrid mixture of traditional animism and Christianity.  Both of these systems put a strong emphasis on female purity.  However, when a girl reaches late adolescence, she is also expected to be available to marry.  It is thought that these conflicting expectations–to simultaneously remain pure while also being sexually available–coupled with the general stress of an impoverished life style results in a build up of psychological steam pressure, as it were, which is then vented by an outbreak of Grisis Siknis.  So, the “crazy sickness” is sort of a cultural pressure valve, an acceptable way to express emotions that are otherwise inexpressible.

The Miskitos themselves take a completely different view.  They take the girls at their word, believing that Grisis Siknis is caused by evil spirits or dark sorcery, and it can only be countered by equally powerful magic.  Whatever your thoughts on such things are, you can’t argue with the results–Grisis Siknis sufferers do not respond at all to Western medicine, but they do respond to traditional healing methods that involve potions, herbs, steam baths, and rituals.  While the latter methods aren’t magic bullets, they do eventually relieve the poor girl’s suffering.  Makes you wonder if the Miskitos might not be right, eh?

My Guest Post From JapanPowered–The Gashadokuro

A painting depicting a GashadokuroMy brother runs a Japanese pop culture blog called JapanPowered.  I’ve begun doing semi-weekly guest posts there about Japanese pop culture, which I will now share with you!  Without further ado, here is my post about the strange story of Japan’s giant skeletons, the Gashadokuro.

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Japan is home to some very strange spirits, to say the least.  Not long ago I did a post about an odd breed of spirit that exclusively haunt Japan’s bathrooms.  Last night I was poking around, looking for more Japanese ghouls and goblins when I came across the Gashadokuro (also known as the Odokuro).

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A Guest Post From JapanPowered: Japanese Bathroom Ghosts

An illustration of a Noppero-Bo

Now and then I post on my brother’s blog about Japanese pop culture.  I decided every few Fridays or so that I will find some odd thing about Japanese folklore and urban legends (it’d be hard to find something not odd from that place!) and write it up as a guest post, which I would reblog here to share with you guys, my regular readers.  Without further ado, here is all you could ever want to know about Japanese bathroom ghosts:

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Japan is a weird, weird place.  Anyone who is casually acquainted with Japanese pop culture knows that.  But things get even stranger when you delve into the world of their folklore and urban legends.  Japanese legend features a stable of ghosts, goblins, monsters, and various other bugaboos that puts the Pokemon roster to shame.  Among the strangest that I’ve come across are Japan’s bathroom ghosts.  So far as I can see there are six of them, and they are as follows…

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