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Written About A Certain CM Liar......

01:55 May 17 2010
Times Read: 917








This is not ment for my current Coven Master....she is a Lady! She is honest, caring, and she doesn't stand for Bull Shit nor does my current Alliance Master. My current Coven Master is a Queen and this poem of truth was written for a CM of Scum.







We are many and you are few,

we listen to the crap you spew.

Don’t think we aren’t up to speed,

on truth and lies as you deceive.

You spout out lines of twisted tales,

like politicians or car sales.

You change what we would like to hear,

while your treachery has no fear.

You are what’s wrong in every way,

no longer care ‘bout what you say.

You paint your picture so distorted,

you change the story not reported.

The words come out but do not say,

the truth behind what you portray.

You bend the facts for your own gain.

How is it that you feel no pain?

LIAR!!!



Signed...Sealed...and Delivered to ya Miss Liar!



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lestatsowner
lestatsowner
01:44 Feb 21 2011

"Well Written"





 

The Bell Witch

21:02 May 03 2010
Times Read: 995


One of the most notorious American ghost stories of all time is the story about the Bell Witch. The Bell Witch wasn't really a witch, but was a ghost or possibly even a demon. Tennesseans also sometimes refer to her as "Ol' Kate." This entity plagued the home of John Bell, a Clarksville, Tennessee cotton plantation owner of the early nineteenth century. John and his wife, had moved to Robertson County Tennessee from North Carolina. The woman whom John Bell bought his farm from, Kate Batts, claimed, to any and all who would listen, that she had been cheated by Bell, but no one paid her any mind and dismissed her accusations as mere senile ramblings. As a result, Kate Batts swore that she would get even with John Bell, even if she had to come back from the grave to so. But whether the entity that stalked and terrorized the Bells for years was Kate Batts is unknown. Personally, I'm more inclined to believe that it was a demon.





Though the problems did start around the time of Kate's death in 1817, that could be mere coincidence. It all began when John Bell was inspecting his rows of corn one day. He saw a bird that caused him alarm, for the creature had a face with human-like features. As it sat on the fencepost, staring at him, John shot at the bird, but missed. Unharmed, it flew away. Several days later, he encountered a snarling dog-like creature in the cornfield, and once again he shot at it, but this time the creature vanished before his very eyes.





The nine Bell children began seeing odd things as well. There were often sightings of creatures in the woods surrounding the farm and of a mysterious old woman sometimes wandering through the orchard. Then came the scratching and knocking sounds as if an animal were trying to burrow through the wall and get inside the house. Yet, when the Bells searched for the animal, they'd find nothing. Apparently the creature found some means of entrance for eventually the noises moved indoors, and often the family heard the loud sounds of wings flapping against the ceiling and dogs snarling and growling. These occurrences sound more like a demonic manifestation rather than a typical haunting. The old saying is that you should never answer the door after three knocks, least you invite the Devil into your house. Could the Bell's have unwittingly broken this rule?





When word of the haunting got around no one could understand why such a foul entity would pester such a devout, religious family. Among those who wanted to aid the family in this crisis was General Andrew Jackson, who had masterminded the stirring victory at the Battle of New Orleans in 1812 and later became the seventh President of the United States. When he heard about how the ghost was tormenting the Bell family, he decided that a visit to John, his long time friend, was in order.





The trouble began as soon as his army wagon drew near, for his horses stood dead in their tracks, refusing to budge an inch even when the driver shouted and ferociously whipped them. The horses reportedly strained and pulled, attempting to move forward, but to no avail. It was as if some invisible force held them at bay.





When a voice echoed from somewhere in the darkness, "Go on, old General," the horses suddenly moved again. This convinced Jackson that there really was a terrible entity residing on the Bell property. "By the eternal, Boys!" he proclaimed to his men. "It is the witch!"





Nevertheless, Jackson's determination to learn more about the specter didn't falter, and he and his entourage spent the night at the Bell home.





They were not disappointed! Betsy Bell screamed all night from the pinching and slapping she received from the ghost, and Jackson's covers were ripped off as quickly as he could put them back on. His entire party had similar experiences, being slapped, pinched, and poked by the ghost throughout the night. Unsurprisingly, by the time morning arrived, Jackson and his men were ready to hightail it out of there. Years later, after Jackson had taken office, he said: "I saw nothing, but I heard enough to convince me that I would rather fight the British than to deal with this torment they call the Bell Witch!"





Shortly after Jackson left the home, the supernatural activity in the Bell house intensified. The commotion rapidly worsened, and the knocking and rapping was incessant, so violent that it broke windows and shook walls. The roof of the place was pelted with what sounded like stones, but the projectiles were invisible. The family even heard heavy, invisible chains being dragged across the wooden floors.





Even worse were the attacks on the children who were chased from their beds by the fearful noise of scratching and gnawing. One night Richard Bell's hair was harshly grabbed by an invisible hand and yanked so harshly that the boy was pulled from the comfort of his bed. This mode of attack became common place in the Bell household, and often Betsy was the victim.





When neighbor Jim Jones, a self-proclaimed exorcist heard about the haunting, he too went to the Bell Manor to see if he could help. After he performed an exorcism, the nightmare stopped for a little while, but all too soon, the spirit returned with a vengeance.





Again, it targeted the children...seeming to focus on Betsy... pulling little Betsy's hair and slapping her cheeks until they bled. Desperate, John and his wife decided to send the girl to a neighbor's home to spend the night, but the spirit followed her there and continued the attack.





Soon, the girl's health suffered from the abuse. As the months passed, she grew weaker and weaker, having fainting spells and difficulty breathing, the common affects of anxiety. It was around this time that the spirit started speaking, making its voice heard to all the members of the family in clear and understandable words. Maybe the entity had learned the language in the months it had haunted the family or maybe it had somehow summoned more power.





The spirit's desire to speak became more profound as the the days passed, and it began to recite verses from the bible, or it would utter ghastly threats. Often, it would laugh maniacally over it's many foul actions.





Skeptics believed that it was 12-year old Betsy herself who was responsible for the haunting, claiming that she was using sleight of hand, ventriloquism, and other tricks in order to attract attention. But this theory was quickly ruled out when a doctor came to stay overnight at the house. When the ghost starting spewing its horrible curses, he tightly covered Betsy's mouth...while the witch continued to cackle and taunt him. Betsy wasn't even in the room the night that William Porter, another neighbor who tried to help the family, stayed overnight.





As porter lay sleeping, the covers were ripped from his body and wrapped into a ball. The man bolted upright, grabbing the ball of quilting, which he intended to toss into the fireplace, but the blanket was unusually heavy when he lifted it. While he stood there wondering what to do, a foul order permeated the air, which became so strong that he was forced to flee the room. When he returned a few minutes later, the room was back to normal, and the ghost was gone.





Another neighbor, Frank Miles, a rather large, stout fellow, also wanted to help. He came to the Bell house with the full intention of volunteering to crush the Witch with his powerful grip. As he spent the night at the Bell home, waiting for the opportunity to give the ghost the thrashing it deserved, the sheets were yanked off him. He quickly learned that he was no match for the strength of the spirit that struck him in the face and on the head. Later he claimed that they were some of the most powerful blows he had ever taken.





Even the Bell's slaves got a taste of the ghost's wickedness. It would periodically flog them.





The spirit, however, wasn't always wicked to everyone. The ghost actually appeared to like Mrs. Bell and would sometimes sing to her or do household chores to help her out. It seemed like the spirit's attack on Betsy and John remained the ghost's primary focus. And it almost seemed as if the ghost was jealous of Betsy and wanted to ruin her life.





Soon Betsy grew into a beautiful young woman and fell madly in love with a fine young schoolteacher, Joshua Gardner. And though this match had pleased both families when the engagement was announced, the witch wasn't too happy about the turn of events! It promised Betsy that if she married Josh Gardner, she would never know a moment's peace and would be pinched and slapped until she bled. Terrified, Betsy broke-off the engagement.





It seemed that the witch was also determined to destroy Betsy's father.





John Bell's tongue would often become so thick and swollen that he couldn't eat or talk for hours at a time, and he developed an uncontrollable facial twitch, that was sometimes so severe that he'd be forced to stay in bed for days. In his last days as he tried to gain some strength by walking around his yard, the Witch would wage an attack on him, knocking his shoes off his feet and knocking him to the ground.





His son, John Jr., would tie the shoes as tightly as possible, but that didn't deter the Witch. In a fit of rage, it beat John Jr. so terribly that he required a doctor. The doctor prescribed a potion and left, and while John Jr. took to his bed, John Sr. became violently ill.





When the doctor returned, he called for the medicine bottle that he'd left for John Jr., but it was missing, and in its place was a thick, dark liquid that would defy analysis. As the Bell's studied the liquid, the witch laughed frantically and said that it had placed it there.





On December 19, 1820, John's family feared the end was near when they found him in a stupor bordering on a coma. As they stood around the bed, the ghost informed them that it had fed John some poison, and it added, "Old Jack Bell will never get out of his bed again!"





The next morning, John was dead in his bed.





But the ghost wouldn't leave well enough alone. It even cursed and sang profane songs during John's funeral.





Strangely, however, after John was dead and Betsy's future happiness ruined, the witch announced to the family that it intended to leave, but would return in seven years.





As promised, it returned in 1828, making a racket like before, but its visit was uneventful, maybe because only Lucy and two of her sons remained in the house. The witch, however, wasn't yet finished with the Bell family, and it promised to return in 107 years, sometime in 1935, to pester the Bell descendants. Whether that promise was kept, no one knows, however, visitors claim that they can still feel a foul presence in the area that the witch once haunted. I can only say that I pity you if your last name is Bell. There could be a nasty ghost or demon out there looking for you. My advice would be to stay away from Tennessee


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brileybeauford666
brileybeauford666
22:17 May 23 2010

Wow, thanks Palerider, I loved it......





 

The Devil's Stomping Grounds

21:00 May 03 2010
Times Read: 996


There's an eerie little spot in Siler City about three hours from the North Carolina coast in Chatham County called the "Devil's Stomping Ground."

For two hundred years, this small patch of land, located about 100 feet off a country road near Siler City Airport, has been known for odd and unexplainable phenomena. People claim it's where "the Devil plays."

This perfect little grassy spot, an oval roughly two feet wide and fifteen feet in diameter, is an area that animals shy away from. People feel a sudden urge to lock their car doors as they drive past.

Some have witnessed red glowing eyes where the circle lies.

No one can drive their car over the spot without it stalling out. And those who are foolish enough to try will likely find that their car won't start afterward.

It's said that no one has been able to spend a night on the spot. According to legend, anyone who has ever tried has found themselves outside the oval come dawn.

In October, 1998, Ethan Feinsilven, a journalist, tried for himself. He was skeptical and wanted to disprove the stories.

He went to the spot, pitched his tent and settled in for the night with his two dogs. And, indeed, he did manage to sleep in the circle the whole night, but the night was disturbing, to say the least, as he continually heard footsteps, which he described as "ghostly," and "kind of muffled."

Despite successfully spending the night on the spot, he came away from the experience certain that there was indeed something sinister at the site.

If you want to find out more, you could always try it for yourself.


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Sexy
Sexy
10:30 May 17 2010

I live here. Have tried it, it is just a myth. But great story though! ^_^





brileybeauford666
brileybeauford666
22:21 May 23 2010

Don't care if it is a myth. I love the story just the same. And, I'm a firm believer in the fact that people are haunted, not places. That being said, some people may automatically open a door that the spirit needs in order to come through and react. Others, not so much. But thanks for a great read......





 

The Death of the Grim Reaper

20:56 May 03 2010
Times Read: 997


The Angel of Death came at midnight

Wearing a resplendent black cloak

And when he raised his scythe overhead,

I knew it was time to croak





I wanted to teach him a lesson

A taste of his very own strife

I wanted a bit of revenge because

The Reaper had taken my life!





He tried to escape through the backdoor

But my black cat stood in the way.

The Reaper was so superstitious,

I was happy to learn that day.





He dropped his scythe in an instant.

It tumbled quick to the ground.

But he wouldn't dare to retrieve it

So long as the cat was around.





I didn't have body or substance;

All I could do was float.

But I still had my psionic ability

And could raise that scythe like a note.





It flew about like a bird,

flying so high overhead

And when it landed on top of him,

At last the reaper was dead!





-The End-


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evilsmiles
evilsmiles
16:19 May 05 2010

I like these entries u have here .. u have interesting taste





LadyJigsaw
LadyJigsaw
02:13 May 20 2010

good work





brileybeauford666
brileybeauford666
22:23 May 23 2010

Finally, the Reaper gets his comeuppance......yay.

Thanks for kickin his ass for the rest of us...





 

FAIR LADY IN WHITE

20:52 May 03 2010
Times Read: 999


She leaves not a trace, not a shadow you see

But when she comes by she looks always at me

Her fair eyes; like flowers with frostbite they be

So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.



Fair lady in white, won’t you tell me your name

Or tell me at least if we aren’t the same

Did fate break your heart or did he find a dame

Who suited him more, tell me, who is to blame?



The fairness of her; it is worthy of song

But chilly! You shiver when she comes along

And like all her kind - it’s not here they belong –

She saves on her speech and keeps guard on her tongue



Fair lady in white, oh please tell me your name

Or tell me at least; aren’t we two the same?

Did fate break your heart or did he find a dame

With whom he took off, tell me, who is to blame?



I once met this girl who I admired most

And I had to have her, no matter the cost

But when I did tell her, to me she was lost

Her heart it was covered with layers of frost



A lady in white she was, without a name

An icy-cold heart she had, was I to blame?

You’re dead with no lover and so is my dame

So tell me now, Lady, are you two the same?



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brileybeauford666
brileybeauford666
22:25 May 23 2010

Hauntingly romantic.....





 

DO NOT WHISPER TO THE WIND

20:47 May 03 2010
Times Read: 1,000


Do not whisper to the wind,

For wind winds far and deep,

Deep down into the shadow land

Where evil creatures sleep.

The echo of thy uttered word

Can wake them, make them creep!



Do not whisper to the wind,

For seething monsters hear;

The winds will carry monologues

To meet their careful ears,

And they will rise up from their tombs

To plague the world with fear.



Do not whisper to the wind

For demons know, they say,

Where rests thy sleepy, pretty head

When darkness swallows day,

And in the night they’ll come on thee

And steal thy soul away!



Do not whisper to the wind,

For evil’s waiting there

With anxious claws and open ears

Just listening to the air.

And waiting for a foolish child

To whisper unaware.



Do not whisper to the wind,

For beasts come leather skinned

With eyes aglow in sickly hue

And figures tall and thinned.

Thou may not, shall not, cannot

Ever whisper to the wind!


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evilsmiles
evilsmiles
16:19 May 05 2010

i like this one








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