Sunday, 28 October 2012

History of Halloween


halloween history

Halloween is a holiday celebrated on the night of October 31.  The word Halloween is a shortening of All Hallows’ Evening also known as Hallowe'en or All Hallows' Eve.

Traditional activities include trick-or-treating, bonfires, costume parties, visiting "haunted houses" and carving jack-o-lanterns. Irish and Scottish immigrants carried versions of the tradition to North America in the nineteenth century. Other western countries embraced the holiday in the late twentieth century including Ireland, the United States, Canada, Puerto Rico and the United Kingdom as well as of Australia and New Zealand. 
Halloween has its origins in the ancient Celtic festival known as Samhain (pronounced "sah-win").
The festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelic culture. Samhain was a time used by the ancient pagans to take stock of supplies and prepare for winter. The ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead overlapped and the deceased would come back to life and cause havoc such as sickness or damaged crops.

The festival would frequently involve bonfires. It is believed that the fires attracted insects to the area which attracted bats to the area. These are additional attributes of the history of Halloween.
Masks and costumes were worn in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or appease them.
Trick-or-treating, is an activity for children on or around Halloween in which they proceed from house to house in costumes, asking for treats such as confectionery with the question, "Trick or treat?" The "trick" part of "trick or treat" is a threat to play a trick on the homeowner or his property if no treat is given. Trick-or-treating is one of the main traditions of Halloween. It has become socially expected that if one lives in a neighborhood with children one should purchase treats in preparation for trick-or-treaters.
The history of Halloween has evolved.  The activity is popular in the United States, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Canada, and due to increased American cultural influence in recent years, imported through exposure to US television and other media, trick-or-treating has started to occur among children in many parts of Europe, and in the Saudi Aramco camps of Dhahran, Akaria compounds and Ras Tanura in Saudi Arabia. The most significant growth and resistance is in the United Kingdom, where the police have threatened to prosecute parents who allow their children to carry out the "trick" element. In continental Europe, where the commerce-driven importation of Halloween is seen with more skepticism, numerous destructive or illegal "tricks" and police warnings have further raised suspicion about this game and Halloween in general.
In Ohio, Iowa, and Massachusetts, the night designated for Trick-or-treating is often referred to as Beggars Night.
Part of the history of Halloween  is Halloween costumes. The practice of dressing up in costumes and begging door to door for treats on holidays goes back to the Middle Ages, and includes Christmas wassailing. Trick-or-treating resembles the late medieval practice of "souling," when poor folk would go door to door on Hallowmas (November 1), receiving food in return for prayers for the dead on All Souls Day (November 2). It originated in Ireland and Britain, although similar practices for the souls of the dead were found as far south as Italy. Shakespeare mentions the practice in his comedy The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1593), when Speed accuses his master of "puling [whimpering, whining], like a beggar at Hallowmas."
Yet there is no evidence that souling was ever practiced in America, and trick-or-treating may have developed in America independent of any Irish or British antecedent. There is little primary Halloween history documentation of masking or costuming on Halloween — in Ireland, the UK, or America — before 1900. The earliest known reference to ritual begging on Halloween in English speaking North America occurs in 1911, when a newspaper in Kingston, Ontario, near the border of upstate New York, reported that it was normal for the smaller children to go street guising (see below) on Halloween between 6 and 7 p.m., visiting shops and neighbors to be rewarded with nuts and candies for their rhymes and songs. Another isolated reference appears, place unknown, in 1915, with a third reference in Chicago in 1920. The thousands of Halloween postcards produced between the turn of the 20th century and the 1920s commonly show children but do not depict trick-or-treating. Ruth Edna Kelley, in her 1919 history of the holiday, The Book of Hallowe'en, makes no mention of such a custom in the chapter "Hallowe'en in America." It does not seem to have become a widespread practice until the 1930s, with the earliest known uses in print of the term "trick or treat" appearing in 1934, and the first use in a national publication occurring in 1939. Thus, although a quarter million Scots-Irish immigrated to America between 1717 and 1770, the Irish Potato Famine brought almost a million immigrants in 1845–1849, and British and Irish immigration to America peaked in the 1880s, ritualized begging on Halloween was virtually unknown in America until generations later.
Trick-or-treating spread from the western United States eastward, stalled by sugar rationing that began in April 1942 during World War II and did not end until June 1947.
Early national attention to trick-or-treating was given in October 1947 issues of the children's magazines Jack and Jill and Children's Activities, and by Halloween episodes of the network radio programs The Baby Snooks Show in 1946 and The Jack Benny Show and The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet in 1948. The custom had become firmly established in popular culture by 1952, when Walt Disney portrayed it in the cartoon Trick or Treat, Ozzie and Harriet were besieged by trick-or-treaters on an episode of their television show, and UNICEF first conducted a national campaign for children to raise funds for the charity while trick-or-treating.
Jack O'Lantern
Trick-or-treating on the prairie. Although some popular histories of Halloween have characterized trick-or-treating as an adult invention to re-channel Halloween activities away from vandalism, nothing in the historical record supports this theory. To the contrary, adults, as reported in newspapers from the mid-1930s to the mid-1950s, typically saw it as a form of extortion, with reactions ranging from bemused indulgence to anger. Likewise, as portrayed on radio shows, children would have to explain what trick-or-treating was to puzzled adults, and not the other way around. Sometimes even the children protested: for Halloween 1948, members of the Madison Square Boys Club in New York City carried a parade banner that read "American Boys Don't Beg."
A jack-o'-lantern (sometimes also spelled Jack O'Lantern) is typically a carved pumpkin. It is associated chiefly with the holiday Halloween. Typically the top is cut off, and the inside flesh then scooped out; an image, usually a monstrous face, is carved onto the outside surface, and the lid replaced. During the night, a candle is placed inside to illuminate the effect. The term is not particularly common outside North America, although the practice of carving lanterns for Halloween is.
In folklore, an old Irish folk tale tells of Jack, a lazy yet shrewd farmer who uses a cross to trap the Devil. One story says that Jack tricked the Devil into climbing an apple tree, and once he was up there Jack quickly placed crosses around the trunk or carved a cross into the bark, so that the Devil couldn't get down. Another myth says that Jack put a key in the Devil's pocket while he was suspended upside-down;
Another version of the myth says that Jack was getting chased by some villagers from whom he had stolen, when he met the Devil, who claimed it was time for him to die. However, the thief stalled his death by tempting the Devil with a chance to bedevil the church-going villagers chasing him. Jack told the Devil to turn into a coin with which he would pay for the stolen goods (the Devil could take on any shape he wanted); later, when the coin/Devil disappeared, the Christian villagers would fight over who had stolen it. The Devil agreed to this plan. He turned himself into a silver coin and jumped into Jack's wallet, only to find himself next to a cross Jack had also picked up in the village. Jack had closed the wallet tight, and the cross stripped the Devil of his powers; and so he was trapped. In both myths, Jack only lets the Devil go when he agrees never to take his soul. After a while the thief died, as all living things do. Of course, his life had been too sinful for Jack to go to heaven; however, the Devil had promised not to take his soul, and so he was barred from Hell as well. Jack now had nowhere to go. He asked how he would see where to go, as he had no light, and the Devil mockingly tossed him an ember that would never burn out from the flames of hell. Jack carved out one of his turnips (which was his favorite food), put the ember inside it, and began endlessly wandering the Earth for a resting place. He became known as "Jack of the Lantern", or Jack-o'-Lantern.
There are variations on the legend:
Some versions include a "wise and good man", or even God helping Jack to prevail over the Devil.
There are different versions of Jack's bargain with the Devil. Some variations say the deal was only temporary but the Devil, embarrassed and vengeful, refuses Jack entry to hell after Jack dies.
Jack is considered a greedy man and is not allowed into either heaven or hell, without any mention of the Devil.

Despite the colorful legends, the term jack-o'-lantern originally meant a night watchman, or man with a lantern, with the earliest known use in the mid-17th century; and later, meaning an ignis fatuus or will-o'-the-wisp. In Labrador and Newfoundland, both names "Jacky Lantern" and "Jack the Lantern" refer to the will-o'-the-wisp concept rather than the pumpkin carving aspect.


Halloween costumes are outfits worn on or around October 31, the day of Halloween. Halloween is a modern-day holiday originating in the Pagan Celtic holiday of Samhain (in Christian times, the eve of All Saints Day). Although popular histories of Halloween claim that the practice goes back to ancient celebrations of Samhain, in fact there is little primary documentation of masking or costuming on Halloween before the twentieth century. Costuming became popular for Halloween parties in America in the early 1900s, as often for adults as for children. The first mass-produced Halloween costumes appeared in stores in the 1930s when trick-or-treating was becoming popular in the United States.

What sets Halloween costumes apart from costumes for other celebrations or days of dressing up is that they are often designed to imitate supernatural and scary beings. Costumes are traditionally those of monsters such as vampires, ghosts, skeletons, witches, and devils. There are also costumes of pop culture figures like presidents, or film, television, and cartoon characters. Another popular trend is for women (and in some cases, men) to use Halloween as an excuse to wear particularly revealing costumes, showing off more skin than would be socially acceptable otherwise.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

(Comeback) and (Bella and Scooby)


Comeback


How do I end this unplanned, self-imposed hiatus from my blog?
 
What exactly happened? Was it a bit of depression? Have I really been that busy - just as I have been constantly over the years of my blogging life - that I had trouble finding time to set out my thoughts? Am I at a standstill as to what direction I want to move with my blog? (Well, that latter has been a constant theme.)
 
The answer, I think, is all that.
 
I have made some real friends through my blogging. That is deeply appreciated. I miss the interaction when I'm not blogging. I appreciate those who check in on me when I'm not active on my blog. But sometimes I just have trouble getting going. Or maybe I sense a struggle to motivate myself to go on - with the blog, I mean, not with life.
 
Maybe I should do more posts on my life in general. You know, short, chatty little "letters from home" type of things. At least that way those of you who are curious would know what is going on with me. Maybe that should be my new blog format. (My fear is that it would bore you guys to tears.)
 
Believe me, I grope myself much, much more than I grope the elephant of life per se. But in a sense, I guess, to do one is to do the other. Can anyone be truly objective? We all put on our own unique spin on everything we experience.
 
I mentioned depression earlier. The changing of the seasons, especially from summer to autumn always brings a time of deep introspection for me. It starts well enough but always it seems tends toward melancholy. It really isn't deep enough into the season for that yet.
 
So I think it is just my life in general that has me down. It isn't going the direction I would like. I've lived by myself for a long time now, with no prospect of that changing. Somehow, for some reason I'm not really sure of, this is getting harder for me. Or maybe I should say it is becoming less pleasing to be alone all the time. Sometimes I'm glad I'm alone, though. So which is it? Depends on when you ask me.
 
The pressures of my job are beginning to take a real emotional toll on me. This modern trend of trying to get more and more done with fewer and fewer resources (read: aging, ill-maintained equipment and less people power), leads to a constant state of missed deadlines, unplanned overtime, and overall unsteadiness. I used to love my job, but now it is really getting to be a dreaded chore. That's not good. The contrast between my work life and my personal life is becoming too stark. Hopefully this will change if times get better and corporate purse strings loosen a bit, allowing for more help.
 
There is one more factor I should probably mention. I'm going through - and have been going through for some time now - a period of personal reassessment. In a sense I'm taking another look at my life. For some reason, especially in recent months, my mind has been flooded with vivid memories of things long forgotten. In some of my quieter moment, without warning, I will suddenly be seized with recollections of things long past. These are nothing less than vivid flashbacks. I recall thoughts I think I must have suppressed thinking about over the years. Some of these memories are quite painful and troubling. Yet I have to deal with them. They are a part of who I am. If I don't make peace with them, come to understand them, it can only continue my mental unrest. I think I've been seeing that with the explosion of dream activity that has troubled me for some time now. My mind has never been totally at ease and I suspect it never shall be.
 
Maybe I'm beginning to lose my grip on sanity. I've come to wonder about that. I don't know what that would look like from the inside. And I'm not at all certain I know what insanity looks like from the outside except maybe in extreme cases. Yet I suspect I'm just as sane as you or the next person. Maybe I'm just spending too much time alone, with my thoughts being centered within. Yet when I make the effort to go out and mingle I find myself longing for my time alone.
 
Anyway, so now for those who have wondered, this is where I've been and what I've been up to. I think I am ready to start blogging again and to make the journey more personal than ever before. Everyone seems to have a secret self. A self so personal and sacred that it is hard to draw out or allow to be drawn by others. I've seen glimpses of such in others in their less guarded moments. I'm aware of mine and aware of the efforts I make to keep mine hidden.
 
This isn't to say I'm willing to lay my secret self totally bare before all of you. Some things will always remain hidden in the shadows. Despite my best efforts some of those aspects of my secret self are hidden from me. But perhaps in sharing some of the things I'm willing to share my readers might get a glimpse of something of their own hidden selves. Maybe at least some of you will be encouraged to look deeper within. Maybe some of us have trod the same or similar pathways.
 
If this latest experiment with my blog fails, I guess then it will be time for me call it quits and do something else. 

Bella And Scooby


The above picture is one my ladyfriend took with her cell phone and then she sent it to me a while back. It's a picture of her wiener dog Bella and Bella's companion, Scooby.
 
I've written from time to time about my sweet little Bella, but Scooby is a recent addition and her entrance came about in this way. My ladyfriend's son and daughter-in-law had gotten Scooby as a puppy for their young son. Scooby is a mix of wiener dog and Chihuahua. He has a wiener dog-like body and tail, but his snoot is somewhat shorter, has the longer Chihuahua legs, but his ears are more similar to a wiener dog except not quite as hound dog long and floppy. In short he is cute as a bug's ear and sweet to boot. Bella is black and tan; Scooby, chocolate and tan. Unfortunately my ladyfriend's son and daughter-in-law separated. My ladyfriend took on Scooby, who had always had a delightful relationship with Bella anyway. And now they are inseparable.
 
What a difference Scooby made in Bella's life! Now it is no longer a problem leaving home without her. She has Scooby. They eat, play, sleep, just do everything together. Bella has been "fixed" so there is no hanky-panky, but they are quite affectionate with each other. Bella is a licker (Scooby, a nuzzler) and she "kisses" Scooby constantly and cleans his ears often. They are so cute together. Plus, they seem genuinely content with each other's company.
 
Now about the picture. I look at it often and it gives me a warm feeling. The two of them side-by-side staring out at the world they face together. (A dog's life and challenges, of course, are quite different from a human's, especially with dogs as spoiled as those two are!)
 
It represents an ideal that was instilled in me from my earliest days: you go through life with a mate. Okay, within the narrow confines of my childhood religion, with someone of the opposite sex. But I'm not so narrow of mind as an adult. Still there is that emotional pull for finding that soul-mate or significant other. You know.
 
Honestly, I can see me sitting on the front porch side-by-side with the person I love. (Of course I can also see me coming into a large sum of money and retiring to live out the rest of my years in ease!) I'm just not cut out to be a player or a polyamorist. So I have that ideal.
 
As for my ladyfriend, there is no real chance we can ever be more than the close friends we are. She raised her three sons (who are now grown) mostly by herself and their lives are so intertwined that there is no place for me in that tight circle. Plus her aging mother is becoming ever more dependent on her. I'm something of an outsider who waits for the rare (increasingly rare, I might add) occasion that she and I can be together for a little while (but we talk on the phone every single day).
 
This isn't a perfect state of affairs, but I've been in worse. It certainly falls well short of that ideal, that Bella and Scooby charmed dog's life. Most of the time I sit on my porch alone and look out on the world by myself. Freedom has its advantages, but occasional pangs of loneliness can distort that at times. Besides, we have to be careful, I think, about that "way things are supposed to be" type of thinking.
 
But I love that picture!


With Halloween Approaching, Some Tales From The Crypt




We had our first real cold snap where I live this weekend. The changing and falling of the leaves will receive a boost. Certainly it's truly starting to feel like fall, and early fall always reminds me of Halloween. My ex-wife's second favorite holiday (right behind Christmas) was Halloween. She always made much of it. In fact, as the day - or rather the evening - hastens toward us, I thought about her this weekend.
 
She and I were high school sweethearts. How well I recall those long, long phone calls when I was sixteen and she was a year younger. She was something of Goth, loved to wear black, loved horror, (as I said loved Halloween, a celebration of the day when the veil between the living and the dead was thought of as being at its thinnest), and oddly enough her stepfather worked at a local monument company and his main job was placing monuments and stones on graves. She had a whole bag full of weird and eerie tales he had shared with her.
 
I remember seeing her stepfather being interviewed on the news one evening. He and a coworker had arrived at one of our many rural and not-so-frequently-visited cemeteries for the purpose of placing a gravestone. However, they soon came upon two male corpses lying on the ground. One of them, he told me later when I spoke to him about it, was lying in a position indicative that he was running when he fell dead. My sweetheart's stepfather went down the road to a payphone to call the police.
 
He: "Hey, I came to the so-and-so cemetery and I've found some dead people."
 
Police: "Yeah, sure. Now quit playing with the phone."
 
He: "No, really, And these people aren't supposed to be dead."
 
Evidently he had a bit of a problem convincing them he was serious, but finally he got them to come investigate. Her stepfather stayed during the preliminary investigation and spoke to a news crew who had heard the call on the police radio. It seems that was a drug deal that turned bad. The two victims had been shot, one as he was attempting to flee. The police found several hundreds of dollars hidden in the belt of one of the dead.
 
"Now if I had known that was there..." Her stepfather told me.
 
She told me another story that I found interesting when I was teenager. Horror buff that I've always been, of course I have the morbid curiosity that goes with it. And it so happens that one time in the course of his work her stepfather had the opportunity to take part in an exhumation for the purpose of relocating the grave to another cemetery. A young lady had been deceased for twenty or so years and she was being dug up. My sweetheart's stepfather was talking the deceased's father who was attending the exhumation. The casket was taken to a maintenance shed where the funeral director and the workers changed coffins for the body for the trip to the new grave. Her stepfather recalled that the lady's father observed that apart from a sinking of the forehead, she looked just as she had the day she was buried some twenty years before. I found that interesting, I confess, having wondered about the rate of decay down there in the grave. Her stepfather added that the stench of rot was so intense that he and the workers burned their clothes afterwards.
 
But perhaps my favorite story that she used to relate to me - and we spoke about it often during late night/early morning phone calls when it was dark and cold - concerned some devil worshippers her stepfather had encountered on Lookout Mountain. This was occurring, he said, at a location known to locals as Arrow Rock. (The Native American influence is strong in these parts.)
 
This was at a time in my life when even though I had began to investigate problems I had with my childhood religious beliefs, I still attended church and certainly believed in both a personal God and Devil. It got no more horrifying to me than thinking of people devoting themselves to evil. And, mind you, this was a few years before the Satanism panic of the 80s.
 
When I got older I tried to investigate the devil-worship stories. I never found Arrow Rock. It must have been an informal name. There was no newspaper accounts that I have yet been able to discover. The only source I could find was my sweetheart's stepfather, now deceased. But he always seemed trustworthy in his tales. No matter, I suppose. These stories provided my young adulthood with a touch of creepiness that I've not forgotten.
 
Halloween was off-limits to my brothers and me when we were young. It was religious thing. Our Pentecostal faith with its active demonism ruled out such things. It was only after my parents' divorce and we left Pentecostalism that my mom eased up on this and we were able to take part in the fun. I remember being a skeleton the first time I went trick-or-treating.   
 
Now I get accused of being a Goth because of my habit of dressing in black, my interest in thanatology. all things dark and creepy, and, of course, Halloween. Sometimes I think my ex-wife is the only one who ever really understood me.

Monday, 22 October 2012

Halloween Party Games for Teens


Halloween party games for teenagers are super to add to any teen party or even just a family party where teens will be present. Though teenagers can be easily bored, these Halloween games for teens will keep them entertained all night long! Games that require preparation are also fun to plan and think up! If you need a few ideas for Halloween party games for teens, take a look at the list below:
  • Bob for apples: That’s right—though this classic game may seem childish, it’s actually fun for people of all ages! Just set up a big barrel full of water and apples to challenge your teenagers to see if they can pick the apples up without using their hands!
  • Costume dance contest: This is a quick and easy way to get everyone on their feet. You can do contests such as the limbo or just award funny prizes for guests’ costumes. Make sure to have prizes on hand!
  • Murder mystery: This game requires a lot of thought and planning, but it is well worth it! It’s similar to a live action version of clue. For this game, you’ll have to create a story, character list and solution to a murder mystery. Just be sure not to tell any guests about it! Assign everyone at the party a “part” and hide clues around the house. Have them act out the story as they figure out who’s the murderer together!
  • Halloween night candy hunt: Plant candy around the outside of your home. Once it’s dark out, have guests go on a nighttime candy hunt. Give them bags for candy and flashlights and split them up into groups of 3-4. See how daring they’ll be on Halloween night!
  • Dirt cake party: If you plan to have a small, casual party, host a dirt cake party! This is a unique idea for the teenager who wants to do something low-key before a larger Halloween party or Halloween night. That way, you’ll have a dirt cake ready to bring to whatever you do next. Find the recipe for dirt cake here.
  • Halloween Fear Factor: For this game, play a guessing game! Blindfold guests and have them put their hand into a bowl or jar filled with something gross to the touch. Then have them guess what they just touched. Some ideas include Jello, peanut butter and crushed Oreos. Award prizes for the people who have the most accurate guesses.
  • Halloween trivia: Before the party, make up Halloween movie, TV show and history trivia cards. During the party, host a trivia session complete with prizes!
These Halloween games for teenagers are just a few ideas to get you started. These ideas are also Halloween party games for tweens too, so feel free to get as many people in the family involved as you can!

Some Special Pig Camping Story


I remember when I was younger, down the road lived old farmer Palmire.   Mr. Palmire was a pretty good farmer for those parts and had chickens, cows, vegetables, the whole works. I'd occasionally help him with his farm chores to earn a bit of spending money.
One day, while forking hay out of his barn, I noticed a pig walk around the corner of the barn. Strange thing was, this pig had three artificial legs. He kind of hobbled along and stood over at the feed trough and had his fill.
When I was done with my work, I asked old Palmire about that pig. Why would anyone give a pig an artificial leg - especially three of them!
Mr. Palmire told me, 'Well, that's not no ordinary pig. That there pig is darn special. One day, my son Jimmy was swimming in the creek when he got stuck under some tree roots. That old pig jumped right in the water, dove under, yanked those roots out, and drug Jimmy to shore! Now, that's one special pig!'

I said, 'That's amazing. But, what about his artificial legs?'

'Well,' continued Mr. Palmire, 'another time, my daughter Tilly was walking down yonder through the trees when a stray cougar jumped out of a tree and was going to attack her. Just then, this here pig came tearing through the brush, barreled right into that cougar and chased him clean out of the valley. Most amazing thing I ever heard of a pig doing.'

'Wow!' I replied. 'But, what about the legs?'

'Just this spring, that pig saved my wife when she got locked in the smokehouse. That pig somehow got the door unlocked and got my wife out before she cooked to death.'

'Alright!', I interrupted, 'I realize that pig is special, but why does it have three artificial legs?'

'Well, a pig like that is just too special to eat all at once!'

Purple Gorilla Camping Story


When I was younger, I had an old pick-up that didn't run very well. I was constantly needing to repair it, but I couldn't afford anything better.
One evening, I was driving home from a camping trip out in the mountains and it started sputtering which was a good sign it would soon stop running. Luckily, there was a farm up ahead so I pulled in and stopped.
I knocked on the door and asked the farmer if I could use his phone to call for help. Unfortunately, he didn't have a phone way out there. So, I asked him if I could spend the night in his barn and maybe use his tools to fix my truck in the morning. Now, you know how farmers are - always willing to help folks out and all - so he said that would be just fine. He even invited me to have dinner before turning in for the night.
We had a nice dinner of beef, potatoes, and beans and then he showed me to the barn so I could lay out my sleeping bag on the straw. It was a real nice barn and I was sure I'd get a good night's sleep. But, just as he was leaving, he said there was one thing he figured I should know about.
So, he tool me over to a pile of straw and pushed it out of the way, revealing a trap door in the floor. He grabbed the iron ring on the door, and pulled it up - creeeeeeeeeeek. There I saw stairs heading down into the dark and I followed the farmer down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek.
At the bottom of the stairs there was a large oak door with an iron bolt. The farmer pushed the bolt across - clunk - and pulled the door open - creeeeeeeeeek - and walked through.
Down a narrow, dark tunnel we encountered a steel door with a solid crossbar holding it clossed. The farmer lifted the crossbar - groooooooan - and struggled to pull the door open - uuumph, grunt - and we walked on.
A few yards further on was a clear door made of bullet-proof glass 12 inches thick. It had a combination lock and I watched as the farmer opened it - 12-23-7 - click, click, click and then swung the door open - swooooosh.
Past this door was a huge cage made of 3-inch round titanium bars. But, that wasn't what caught my eye. What I saw was the huge monster inside the cage. It was gigantic! It was covered with purple fur! And, it was asleep.
The farmer said, 'This is what I needed to show you. This is my purple gorilla and you've got to promise me, I mean really promise me, that you will NOT touch him!'
Well, I thought that was about the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. Of course, I'm not going to touch a gigantic purple gorilla! And, so I promised him. And, I thanked him for showing my his secret.

Then, we made our way back to the surface. He closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun the lock - click, click, click. He closed the steel door - uumph, grunt - and lowered the crossbar - groooan. He closed the oak door - creeeeeek - and slid the bolt in place - clunk. We climbed the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek and then dropped the trapdoor closed - ker-thump! Then, he spread straw back over the trapdoor to hide it.

Well, I was tired so I laid out my sleeping bag and 'hit the hay' (ha-ha) and the farmer went back to his house. But, I just couldn't stop thinking about that purple gorilla. What a magnificent creature! I wonder why the farmer didn't want me to touch it? Hmmmm, it was asleep so what harm would there be?

Finally, my curiousity got the best of me and I couldn't fight it any longer. I jumped up and went over and brushed the straw from the trapdoor.
I grabbed the iron ring on the door, and pulled it up - creeeeeeeeeeek. I went down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek.
I pushed the bolt on the oak door open - clunk - and pulled the door open - creeeeeeeeeek - and walked through.
I raised the crossbar on the steel door - groooooooan - and struggled to pull the door open - uuumph, grunt - and walked on.
I came to the 12-inch thick bullet-proof glass door and opened the combination lock - 12-23-7 - click, click, click and then swung the door open - swooooosh.
I walked up to the huge cage made of 3-inch round titanium bars and gazed at the purple gorilla that was still fast asleep. I reached out my hand. I softly touched his fur.
And, he immediately jumped up and let out a blood-curdling roar, turning and staring at me with huge, blood-red eyes!
Needless to say, I tore out of there as fast as I could! When I got to the glass door, I could hear the gorilla tearing at the bars of the cage. I turned around in time to see him ripping and bending the bars and forcing his way through.
I closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun the lock - click, click, click - and ran on. Just as I was closing the steel door - uumph, grunt - I heard the gorilla hit the glass door and it shattered into millions of shards of glass. I lowered the crossbar - groooan - and ran on. I slammed the oak door closed - creeeeeek - just as the steel door exploded off its hinges. I slid the bolt in place - clunk - and scurried up the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek. Just as I was dropping the trapdoor - ker-thump - the oak door disintegrated into slivers no bigger than a toothpick.
I didn't bother spreading straw over the trap door - instead I ran to my truck hoping to escape. As I opened my truck's door, straw and wood flew out the door of the barn as the trapdoor was thrown from its hinges and the gorilla leapt out into the barnyard. He saw me as I jumped in the truck and tried to get it started.
I turned the key and could see the gorilla running across the yard toward me. The truck didn't start. I tried again, and this time the engine turned over and came to life.
Just as I was putting the truck in gear, the purple gorilla reached the door, grabbed the handle and ripped the door completely off the truck. I stomped on the gas, the engine raced, but nothing happened - the gorilla had lifted the truck off the ground and I was helpless.
As I sat there helplessly, that enormous purple gorilla reached into the cab, stretched out his giant hairy hand towards me, grabbed my arm, and said, 'Tag, you're it!'

The Most Popular Man Camping Story


One day at work, Bob was bragging that he knew everyone that was anyone. His boss got tired of his boasting and decided to call him on it.
He said, 'OK Bob, how about Clint Eastwood? Do you know him?'
'Oh sure ', said Bob. 'He and my Dad shoot pheasant together and he's a great guy.'
'OK, prove it', said his boss. 'Let's fly out to Hollywood and you can introduce me.'
'Great!', said Bob. And so they did. They took a taxi to Mr. Eastwood's estate, Bob knocks on the door, Mr. Eastwood opens it and shouts, 'Bob! Hey, great to see you! You and your friend come on in and have lunch.'
Bob's boss was impressed, but still skeptical. When they left after lunch, he said, 'That was a coincidence that you knew Clint Eastwood. How about President Bush?'
'Sure, I know him', replied Bob. So, they fly off to Washington, DC and head to the White House.
As they are touring the grounds, Mr. Bush sees Bob and comes right over saying, 'My gosh, Bob, I haven't seen you in a couple years. Come on in, have some coffee and let's catch up.'
After a couple hours, Bob and his boss are escorted off the White House grounds and Bob asks his boss, 'Well, do you believe me now?'
His boss, shaken and a bit bewildered, but still not completely convinced says, 'I'll believe you if you show me you know one more person - the Pope.'
'Certainly', says Bob, 'I've known the Pope since I was just a little kid. Let's fly over to Italy.'
So, off to Rome they fly and join a mass of people in Vatican Square waiting to catch a glimpse of the Pope. Bob says, 'There's no way I can get the Pope's attention with all these people here. How about if I go talk to one of the guards I know and then I'll come out on the balconey with the Pope to prove to you I know him.'
Bob's boss waits as Bob heads off into the crowd. About 15 minutes later, the Pope emerges on the balconey and right beside him is Bob waving to the crowd.
When Bob returned a few minutes later to where he had left his boss, there were paramedics there surrounding his boss laying on the ground - he had had a heart attack. Bob rushes up and asks what happened.
His boss looks up at him and replies, 'I was doing ok when you came out on the balconey. But then the guy next to me asks 'Hey, who's that up on there on the balconey with Bob?"

Dark Suckers Camping Story



For years, it has been believed that electric bulbs emit light, but recent information has proved otherwise. Electric bulbs don't emit light; they suck dark. Thus, we call these bulbs Dark Suckers.

The Dark Sucker Theory and the existence of dark suckers prove that dark has mass, is heavier than light, and is faster than light.

First, the basis of the Dark Sucker Theory is that electric bulbs suck dark. For example, take the Dark Sucker in the room you are in. There is much less dark right next to it than there is elsewhere. The larger the Dark Sucker, the greater its capacity to suck dark. Dark Suckers in the parking lot have a much greater capacity to suck dark than the ones in your room.

As it is with all things, Dark Suckers don't last forever. Once they are full of dark, they can no longer suck. This is proven by the dark spot on a full Dark Sucker. A candle is a primitive Dark Sucker. A new candle has a white wick. You can see that after the first use, the wick turns black, representing all the dark that has been sucked into it. If you put a pencil next to the wick of an operating candle, it will turn black. This is because it got in the way of the dark flowing into the candle. One of the disadvantages of these primitive Dark Suckers is their limited range.

There are also portable Dark Suckers. In these, the bulbs can't handle all the dark by themselves and must be aided by a Dark Storage Unit. When the Dark Storage Unit is full, it must be either emptied or replaced before the portable Dark Sucker can operate again.

Dark has mass. When dark goes into a Dark Sucker, friction from the mass generates heat. Thus, it is not wise to touch an operating Dark Sucker. Candles present a special problem as the mass must travel into a solid wick instead of through clear glass. This generates a great amount of heat and therefore it's not wise to touch an operating candle.

Also, dark is heavier than light. If you were to swim just below the surface of the lake, you would see a lot of light. If you were to slowly swim deeper and deeper, you would notice it getting darker and darker. When you get really deep, you would be in total darkness. This is because the heavier dark sinks to the bottom of the lake and the lighter light floats at the top. That is why it is called light.

Finally, we must prove that dark is faster than light. If you were to stand in a lit room in front of a closed, dark closet, and slowly opened the closet door, you would see the light slowly enter the closet. But since dark is so fast, you would not be able to see the dark leave the closet.

Next time you see an electric bulb, remember that it is really a Dark Sucker.

Car Wreck Camping Story



Notes:
This Story has scary parts and is meant for older campers.
Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger campers or not.

This is a good one to tell in Sept. or Oct. or keep it ready for that time you might hear a car going fast off in the distance. I made this story up on a campout and for some reason it was enjoyed. You'd need to change the scenery, such as the farm.

Did you hear that car? It reminds me of something that happened 2 years ago at this very campground.
We were sitting around our campfire pretty much like this, but the night was a bit colder and quieter. Suddenly, I heard a car racing down the road over that way followed by a terrible squeeling of tires and a horrendous crash.
I and another adult jumped up, grabbed our flashlights, and ran out to the road to see if anyone needed help. The road out there is very straight for about 2 miles and then takes a sharp corner right by the camp. On that corner, we spotted a car rolled over and smashed against a big oak tree.
Inside the car were four high school kids, all dead. There was nothing we could do so we ran back to the campmaster's cabin and called 911. We then went back to the scene to wait for the ambulance.
When we got there, there was no car, no bodies, nothing except two long tire marks on the road right to where the car had crashed.
Just then, an old man came walking down the road with his dog. He has a farm just on the other side of the road and he had heard the crash also, but he wasn't surprised to see no car. He explained that 25 years ago, the local high school football team had two star players and was favored to win the state championship. Those two boys never gave up - they practiced year round and had made a pact that they would never stop until they were champions.
The night they won their homecoming game, the two boys and their girlfriends were on their way to the big dance after a celebration party. Going too fast, they wrecked and all four of them were killed right over there.
Every year since then, on the night of homecoming, their ghosts relive the terrible crash. They refuse to give up and admit that they are dead. Sometimes, you can even see them wandering through the woods trying to find their way to the dance. Or, you can hear their low groans as they walk through the night.

The 15 Most Disturbing Illustrations From “Spooky Tales To Tell In The Dark”


Oh man. I am going to hate myself so much for doing this. But not right away. I’m going to hate myself while I’m lying in bed tonight trying and failing to fall asleep.

You see, Halloween is just around the corner so I figured I would do some kind of Halloween special, or at least the Internet blog equivalent of one. The question was what I was actually going to do. I’ve already done a post about the scariest songs in my collection, and since I’m doing my Top 5 lists in the same order in which they appeared on my show, the Top 5 Songs To Scare Trick-Or-Treaters Away From Your House is still a long way off.
And then it hit me: Do a post about the spooky tales to tell in the dark.
When I was a kid, the Scary Stories books were responsible for more sleepless nights than just about anything else I’ve ever encountered. But it wasn’t the stories themselves that creeped me out. To his credit Alvin Schwartz tells these stories right, using simple language without excessive detail and short, punchy paragraphs so the stories are easy to follow and when the scary stuff hits it hits fast and hard. Some of the stories Schwartz collected for the books are genuinely disturbing. Others are funny – the stories in the last chapters in each book are usually meant to “make you laugh, not scream.” Some are actually tragic and sad – basically, any story about a guy falling in love with a woman who turns out to be a ghost, and there are several. And a few of them have been told so many times they have no effect on you. Ever hear the one about the babysitter getting disturbing phone calls from inside the house? Of course you have.
But let’s face it, people… the real reason you remember these books, and why they kept me up at night, isn’t the stories themselves. Oh no. It’s the illustrations. And I’m not talking about the new ones in the latest editions of the books. I’ve got nothing against the new artist, but the books don’t pack the same punch. The new pictures are not why we’re here today. No, no, no… I’m talking about THESE.
I don’t know what the hell inspired Stephen Gammell to create these images, and frankly I’m not sure if I even want to know. His grotesque black-and-white imagery is arguably more disturbing than anything in any of the stories. Even the way the drips of black ink run from some of the objects he draws makes all of them look like they’re bleeding. Guys, there’s a reason these books were re-released with new illustrations. It’s because Gammell’s pictures have scared the crap out of thousands of kids. The Scary Stories books were actually the American Library Association’s most challenged book series of the ‘90s, and the 7th-most challenged of the Double-0s. To put that in perspective, the last book came out in 1991, and the other two are older than I am. Truly, Gammell’s illustrations are masterpieces of horror imagery that continue to stand the test of time.
So the way I see it is, what better way to celebrate the coming of All Hallows’ Eve than by traumatizing my readers the same way I myself have been scarred for life? I’ve delayed the inevitable long enough. These are the Top 15 Most Disturbing Illustrations from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark. Sweet dreams, everyone. If it makes you feel any better, I won’t be getting much sleep tonight either.

15. “Cold As Clay” 

You see that? Someday, that’s going to be you. And me. And everyone else. Ever since I first grasped the concept of death, I have feared it. Dreaded it. The fact that it’s inevitable, that we all become the man in this picture, is perhaps the scariest thing of all. And the Scary Stories series makes no effort to sugarcoat that either. Then again, how could you?

14. “Rings On Her Fingers”

This picture isn’t all that creepy until you have the context of the story to go along with it. “Rings On Her Fingers” is about a comatose woman who is pronounced dead and buried, only to wake up when a grave robber digs her up and tries to cut her fingers off so he can take her rings. So here she is, walking back home to a house full of people who still think she’s dead. And it’s unclear whether she’s a zombie or if she was buried alive because the doctor made a horrible mistake. I’m not sure which is worse. Oh, and what you don’t see in this picture is the thief lying in her grave, bleeding to death after falling on his own knife.

13. “The Red Spot” 

Spiders are creepy. I don’t know anyone who likes them. I’m not as arachnophobic as other people are (though bigger ones really freak me out), but even if they don’t scare you at all “The Red Spot” is pretty disturbing. Unless you’re okay with having dozens of spiders suddenly BURST OUT OF YOUR FACE.

12. “Wonderful Sausage” 

Everything you need to know about how gruesome this story is can be found in this picture. “Wonderful Sausage” is about a butcher who turns just about any living thing he comes across – cats, dogs, men, women, children, you name it – into sausage meat. So now we have a piece of Soylent Green sausage with a human hand holding a fork like it’s feeding itself to you. (Or possibly even trying to eat itself because it just tastes so damn good.) Which means not only was this person still alive while going through the meat grinder, but he/she is still alive as a sausage and will still be alive when you eat it. That’s it. I’m becoming a vegetarian.

11. “Bess” 

I may not be an expert on horses, but I am least 95% sure their skeletons don’t look like that. The skull seems right. The rest of the bones look more like lightning bolts. And come to think of it, where are the hind legs? It looks like this horse had all four legs in the front part of its body. Once you get past where the knees were probably supposed to be, things get even stranger. Each of the legs seem to be split into multiple feet that are all joined at the same knee. This horse is anatomically impossible. Couple that with the backdrop, where everything has drops of ink trickling down in that “bleeding ink” style I mentioned earlier, and you’ve got one seriously unsettling image.

10. “Sam’s New Pet” 

“Sam’s New Pet” is a story about a family that somehow mistakes a rabid sewer rat for a small Mexican dog. The story itself isn’t very scary – I think it’s kind of funny, actually; I mean, how do you not know the difference between rats and dogs? But look at that… um… uh… I don’t even know what the hell that is. Honestly, I’m not sure if it makes the story funnier or more unsettling. It certainly isn’t a dog, but it doesn’t look like any rat I’ve ever seen either. It is a creature that only exists in Stephen Gammell’s twisted imagination. And suddenly the veterinarian telling the family it’s a rabid sewer rat sounds less like a punch line and more like his way of covering up the fact that he has no idea what this thing is either.

9. “No Thanks” 

This is kind of similar to “The Thing” in the sense that you’d run the hell away from anyone who looked like the guy in the picture. But “No Thanks” earns a spot on the list because of how horriblywrong this man looks. His skull has a bizarre and inhuman shape, his eyes are looking in two different directions, he only seems to have one ear, and there are rays of light shooting out of a gaping hole in his stomach. Oh, and when you read the story you realize this guy is trying to sell you a “nice sharp knife.”

8. Title Page 

One of the most grotesque landscape images I’ve ever seen. Why does that tree have a face? For that matter, why does the ground have a face? In fact, why does the ground have multiple faces? Where is that arm coming from? What the hell is that bloated thing lying on the ground in the lower left-hand corner? And what’s with the disembodied eyeball floating in the sky staring right at me? How is it that the sky is the only thing in this picture that doesn’t have a face, and yet is somehow also the only thing with eyes?

7. “Harold” 

This is one of those images where the “bleeding ink” effect seems to work most powerfully. It’s like Gammell is giving you a clue that the scarecrow is alive. But you want to know the real reason this picture makes the list? Look into Harold’s eyes. He is pissed off. And he’s planning to do something horrible. And he will carry it out.

6. “Oh Susannah!”

No, this story doesn’t have anything in common with the illustration at all. But between the weird thing on that person’s leash and that hellish demon bursting out of the sky at the top of the page, maybe that’s a good thing. And this is a story that ends with the main character realizing that whoever cut her friend’s head off is very close by. Can you imagine what a story that actually matches that illustration would be like?

5. “The Dream” 

Man, Stephen Gammell really stepped his game up for Scary Stories 3. It’s like he knew this would be the last book in the series so he pulled out all the stops. Some people actually consider this the scariest image in the series. And if I saw someone who looked like this in my dreams, I’d probably try to stay awake for the rest of my life. Especially when she starts blinking and moving. Why in God’s name did someone think it was a good idea to animate this picture? (Note: I AM NOT LINKING TO THAT ANIMATED GIF. It creeps me out way too much.)

4. “T-H-U-P-P-P-P-P-P-P!” 

Believe it or not, this is actually supposed to be one of the funny stories. It ends with the ghost blowing a raspberry, for God’s sake. But look at that picture. Look at that hideously misshapen thing materializing out of nowhere over that bedroom furniture that could easily be yours. Even if the ghost turns out to be a harmless prankster, good luck sleeping again after that.

3. “Is Something Wrong?” 

Hell yes there is something wrong! You are a 20-foot-tall God-Knows-What with a giant head and six legs and a tail! AND YOUR EYES ARE MELTING OUT OF YOUR SKULL!

2. “The Haunted House” 

I know it sounds crazy, but there is actually one image that freaks me out more than this. What’s even crazier is that she isn’t nearly as scary in the story, even though the illustration is based on the story’s description of her appearance. All she wants is for the man who killed her to be brought to justice. And who could argue with a face like that? Miss, I’ll do anything you want as long as you don’t kill me and eat my brains.

1. “The Dead Hand” 

And now, brace yourselves. It’s time to show you my choice for the #1 most disturbing Scary Stories illustration of all time. It accompanies a story called “The Dead Hand.” And I’m pretty sure there is an actual picture of a dead (and disembodied) hand dangling from a wire somewhere in this story. Or maybe I’m thinking of “The Dead Man’s Hand” from More Scary Stories. Either way, that’s not the picture at #1.
Sometimes things that disturb you stay with you. No matter how old I was, no matter how many times I borrowed one of these books from the Garrettford Elementary library as a kid, I almost always skipped “The Dead Hand.” And whenever I was reading through the books and I had a feeling I was getting close to “The Dead Hand,” I would double-check the table of contents just to be sure of where it was so I could skip it. And if I did read the story, I would do everything I could to keep my eyes focused on the text and nothing but the text.
Why did I do this? Why did I go to all this trouble? Because I knew what was coming, and I didn’t want to come face-to-face with THIS.

WHAT.

THE HELL.

IS THAT.

Don’t even try to tell me it’s human. I know it isn’t. I don’t even think that thing used to be human. I think it’s an Eldritch abomination from hell that ripped off most of someone’s face and put it on like it’s supposed to be a mask. Or to distract you from the nightmare fuel that is the rest of whatever it is. It’s like some kind of shapeless black mass that has dozens of tendrils and tentacles extending from its body.
I mean, look at this thing. This came from the mind of a human being. He conjured it, decided it was a good idea for a scary stories collection for kids, and then sat down with some ink and paper and put it on the page. When I’m lying in bed tonight, I am going to see this thing every time I close my eyes. And it’s all your fault, Stephen Gammell. Damn your wonderfully vivid and horrifying and brilliant imagination! Now my readers will have no choice but to hide under a blanket and cower in the corner until all the monsters go away…
Just like I’ve been doing this entire time.

SCARRY



You can apply this as your wallpaper on your desktop and let your other family members or friends use it.
But be careful as it is dangerous for HEART PATIENT.
And also know that 95% people fear spiders than they do death.
I myself was spooked out of my wits while posting this.
HAVE FUN.........

Superstitions, Omens, & Myths


What is Superstition?
According to Webster's dictionary, superstition is n. any belief that is inconsistent with the known laws of science or with what is considered true and rational; esp., such a belief in omens, the supernatural, etc.
Halloween is traditionally the time when common superstitions, folklore, myths and omens carry more weight to those who believe. Superstition origins go back thousands of years ago. Beliefs include good luck charms, amulets, bad luck, fortunes, cures, portents, omens and predictions, fortunes and spells.
Bad fallacies far outweigh the good, especially around Halloween when myths run rampant. When it comes right down to it, many people still believe that omens can predict our destiny and misfortune -- particularly for the worse.

Superstitions and Bad Luck Omens

Black Cats
Black cats have long been believed to be a supernatural omen since the witch hunts of the middle ages when cats were thought to be connected to evil. Since then, it is considered bad luck if a black cat crosses your path.
Broken Mirrors
An ancient myth our ancestors believed was that the image in a mirror is our actual soul. A broken mirror represented the soul being astray from your body. To break the spell of misfortune, you must wait seven hours (one for each year of bad luck) before picking up the broken pieces, and bury them outside in the moonlight.
Ladders
In the days before the gallows, criminals were hung from the top rung of a ladder and their spirits were believed to linger underneath. Common folklore has it to be bad luck to walk beneath an open ladder and pass through the triangle of evil ghosts and spirits.
Owls
If an owl looks in your window or if you seeing one in the daylight bad luck and death will bestow you.
Salt
At one time salt was a rare commodity and thought to have magical powers. It was unfortunate to spill salt and said to foretell family disarray and death. To ward off bad luck, throw a pinch over your shoulder and all will be well.
Sparrows
Sparrows are thought to carry the souls of the dead and it is believed to bring bad luck if you kill one.
Unlucky Number 13
The fear of the number 13 is still common today, and avoided in many different ways. Some buildings still do not have an official 13th floor and many people avoid driving or going anywhere on Friday the 13th.

Good Luck Superstitions

Horseshoes
To bring good luck, the horseshoe must lost by a horse and be found by you, with the open end facing your way. You must hang it over the door with the open end up, so the good fortune doesn't spill out.
Another origin of the 'lucky horseshoe' is the belief that they ward off witches. Witches, it was once believed, were opposed to horses, which is why they rode brooms and pitchforks instead. By placing a horseshoe over a door, the witch would be reluctant to enter. (Hat tip: Iris)
Four Leaf Clover
Clover is believed to protect humans and animals from evil spells and is thought to be good luck to find a four leaf clover, particularly for the Irish.
Rabbit's Foot
These lucky charms are thought to ward off bad luck and bring good luck. You mush carry the rabbit's foot on a chain around your neck, or in your left back pocket. The older it gets, the more good luck it brings.
Wishbones
Two people are to pull apart a dried breastbone of a turkey or chicken and the one who is left with the longer end will have their wish come true.

Common Myths and Folklore

  • If the flame of a candle flickers and then turns blue, there's a spirit in the room.
  • If a bird flies through your house, it indicates important news. If it can't get out, the news will be death.
  • If you feel a chill up your spine, someone is walking on your future grave.
  • A person born on Halloween will have the gift of communicating with the dead.
  • A bat in the house is a sign of death.
  • If a bird flies towards you, bad fortune is imminent.
  • If your palm itches, you will soon receive money. If you itch it, your money will never come.
  • Crows are viewed as a bad omen, often foretelling death. If they caw, death is very near.
  • Many Romans wore lucky charms and amulets to avert the "evil eye."
  • If a person experiences great horror, their hair turns white.
  • A hat on a bed will bring bad luck.
  • Eat an apple on Christmas Eve for good health the next year.
  • The superstition of knocking on wood for good luck originates from pagan beliefs in regards to trees.