The Mystery Of Who Cleans The Bathroom

The new bathroom cleaner that does the work of a series of maids is not needed in a Georgia bathroom.It is sparkle clean twice a week and it is not Mr.Clean although equally magic and mysterious,

The two children in the rural mountain home hate the distasteful chore of cleaning the bathroom."Especially that shower and tub." says 8 year old Mary."Yeah" says her 11 year old brother Kent,"but I would rather clean it myself,I tell you,I an afraid to go in there now."

There were frequent family arguments about not keeping the bathroom clean enough f in the household after the grandmother had to go to the Nursing Home.

"She was a careful housekeeper even as she found it hard to get around.The kitchen and the bathroom were always clean"the children's mother speaks of her late Mother In Law.."Sometimes she would work all day just to get those cleaned.She might even forget to eat."

About two months after the death, each child separately went to their assigned chore and found the ghost of their grandmother busily scrubbing away at the tub or shower wall.


She would turn and put her arms up and yell"Dirty".First Mary and then Kent ran screaming and crying from the bathroom.Each time when a parent returned,there was no one there but the room was clean
.First the children were teased and no one believed them.Not long after when Mary was away and it was her turn to clean up,her mother went in to clean.The room was spotless.This happened several times.
Both children did not want to go in but when they "had" to they were right back out."Not long enough in there to clean it that good." says the father.

It is still mysteriously clean twice a week they say,

Thesheilaroom's Work and Story

A Visit To A Haunted Church

An Etsy artist thesheilaroom tells us about a memorable visit to a haunted church in Myrtle Beach.She has an interesting shop on etsy,Her work is featured in the Animoto video.She adds,- I just wish I knew what the church was called or had a better idea of the location (besides just Myrtle Beach, SC) so that you could include that in your blog.

That experience certainly had an impact on me and I remember not being able to sleep that night and feeling like something was watching me and I finally fell asleep singing primary (church) songs to myself (kinda lame, but true).

As a creative person, I've often wanted to turn that experience into something. It may interest you to know that I toned the story down a bit and changed some circumstances and turned it into a scary short story for children called "Darker than the Night" that was published last summer in Australia's "The School Magazine".

Is not that impressive?Her shop is
http://thesheilaroom.etsy.com


Here is the story in her own words
"Okay. I have a story, too. I don’t know if will seem scary to any of you since you didn’t experience it firsthand, but it happened over ten years ago and it still creeps me out to this very day…

Some friends of mine talked me into going with them to see the remains of a church that had been burned down twice. Supposedly, the area was haunted and the four of us piled into a car that night and drove down a really long (so it seemed) road until we finally came to it. You could see the silhouette of the church bell tower clearly in the night. There was no longer a bell in it and you could see the night sky through the large openings. We parked and left the car. The church was fenced in, but we found a place where the chain links had been pulled loose and squeezed through and onto the property.

At first, the only uneasiness I felt was at trespassing on someone’s property. There wasn’t much left of the church – just the bell tower and a couple of walls. We walked around inside it, talking about the church’s history. Then, one of the guys with us said that he felt something touch him. I disregarded this entirely because I didn’t know him really well and my first impression of him was that he was kinda flaky. However, another person said she had felt hands on her. I took her statement a little more seriously because I knew her pretty well and she was a very straightforward, honest person. Still, I hadn’t felt anything and the other guy we were with hadn’t felt anything, so I was still skeptical.

That’s when we all noticed the shadow. It extended past one of the walls, but it wasn’t the shadow of the wall. And it wasn’t just on the ground. The darkness was 3D. We walked around it, with one and the guys and myself trying to determine what was making the shadow – trying to rationalize what our eyes were seeing. Someone put their hand in the shadow. I watched with a growing wariness that I couldn’t explain this to myself.

Suddenly, my friend said that she felt we needed to get out of there quickly and practically pushed us towards the fence and out. We hurried to the car, still unsure what had happened. Once we were inside the car and moving she told us that she had seen something dark and shadowy circling the top of the bell tower. She had told us to leave because it had started to crawl down. Her words made me shiver, but I still wasn’t sure I believed it.

I clearly remember turning to look back at the church as we drove away. The night hadn’t gotten any darker, but I could no longer see the night sky through the openings as I had when we first approached the church. All I could see was blackness there. I couldn’t help but feel that whatever had been there was still watching us.


(Eek! My heart is racing after typing this out!)

The church was in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina."

Thank you.A very interesting and scarey experience.

A Ghost Visits

NOTE PLEASE.THE PERSON I ATTRIBUTED THIS STORY AS BEING FROM DID NOT SUBMIT IT.I JUST FOUND OUT.SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE.It is an unclaimed story.

Here is the story
"I lived with a spirit once. Her name was Margaret.
We moved into a very big, very old tumbling-down house a few years ago. As soon as we moved in we felt a 'presence', which is weird because I'm very cynical and skeptical (I'm not even sure I believe in dinosaurs... but that's another story.).
We decided, half jokingly to ask the 'presence' it's name and at the same time both turned to each other and said 'margaret'.
A few months later we found a stack of letters from the 1920's addressed to Margaret, Alice and Frank Hampton.

Margaret used to potter around in the kitchen in the mornings, moving cutlery around and stomping about. She would rock the pram back and fourth (not with a baby in it..), and once I was home alone and heard someone playing the keyboard in the end room. I walked down the hall, looked into the room and it stopped. The keyboard was not plugged in.
She was very pleasant to us, but once my partners Dad came to stay. He slept out in the sun room, which was seperate from the house. He stayed two night and on the first night he woke up feeling like someone was suffocating him, almost as if someone was sitting on his chest. And the door was wide open. The next night the door opened again and he woke up suddenly after feeling like someone had shaken him."

Susanclare's Etsy Shop

susanclare's Hospital Ghost Sighting

The very talented susanclare had some readers fascinated on an Etsy forum by her experience at work.
She has an etsy shop http.susanclare.etsy.com
where you will find her wonderful Tribal Style Jewelry and spectacular ethnic beads.A bit of it is in the video but there is much more to see.In describing her self,Susan says"I have a busy family life and until recently held down three jobs - beads are my THERAPY! :) I became addicted to beads about a decade ago, owned thousands before I ever put a bead on a head pin, owned 100,000 then decided to sell them as an excuse to buy more! My personal bead collection includes vintage, ambers, trade beads, African recycled glass, Nepal Yak bone and stones. I lean towards the ethnic. I love to create large jewelry pieces and was in my heyday when chandelier earrings were popular. I recently branched out into the "handmade supply" genre, creating ethnic charms and beaded beads out of materials that I have on hand. We will see if this works for me.


Here is Susan of susanclare's story in her own words

"Ok, so I've worked for 8 years in what is probably the most haunted building in Washington state - an old children's hospital that was converted years ago into outpatient clinics. Most of the time (responding to emergencies) I have to go into this old,dark building at 2 am and I have grown accustomed to the little spirits that roam around, pushing rocking chairs, turning on lights, etc.
So, I go in this Sunday in BROAD DAYLIGHT, do my job then remember idly thinking.."..Hmmm..haven't seen or heard anything in a coupla months...guess they've finally left..."
IMMEDIATELY a call bell came on in the old abandoned children's surgery recovery room! So I follow the persistent beep beep down the dark surgery hallway (no windows) to the recovery room door, peek in a pitch black window and what do I see?"

People clamor here wondering.
"Through the little dark window, I see the blue screen of a blood pressure machine that had magically turned on in this pitch black room - it was taking a blood pressure and a pulse!"

When asked what she did then?"I laughed, the little boy ghost laughed back..and I left!
(I did call hospital Security from the comfort of my car to tell them that a call bell was on in the old hospital wing..they weren't surprised.) Thanks for listening!:)
Not everyone would have taken it that well....Thanks for telling us, Susan..Do check out her shop...

The "Devil Baby" of Hull House

You may have hrard of Hull House established years ago by Jane Adams for the poor immigrants of Chicago.She was ahead of her times as some say or responsive to the times as other Sociologists may say.I recently saw on Biography channel a very interesting story from the history of that famous endeavor.

As was true in most families of the poverty stricken immigrants alcohol abuse and abuse were rampart among the men.Most wives and children were beaten severely by drunken husbands and fathers.It was not talked about then.

One wife was so afraid of her husband that she did not want to tell him she was pregnant again..He beat her frequently and when she and he could no longer deny a pregnancy she was kicked and beaten until labor began.
The midwife delivered a deformed child she said was bearing the mark of Satan.She ran terrified and began to tell the neighbors..
The poor mother took the child next door to a friendly older woman who sometimes gave her food.The grandson of that next door neighbor said his grandmother said there was a hard appendage rather like an extension of the tailbone growing from above the anus.It was hard and extended about three inches out.The child had almond shaped eyes and may or may not have had a club foot.

In a few days the neighbors were clamoring about the Devil Baby so the mother took him to Hull House.She talked at length with Jane Adams and told her of having little or no food and the terrible beatings that went on.She was afraid her husband would kill her and the new baby.It was agreed that the child would be kept at Hull House as so many of the neighborhood children were safely kept there.
Soon the neighborhood women descended on Hull house demanding to see the baby with the tail and cloven hooves "The Spawn Of Satan"Word had gotten out around the nation so in addition to the masses outside the gate, the phone rang with calls from all parts of the country.Jane Adams took each of the neighborhood women in one at a time and talked with them.That is how as they finally felt more comfortable they disclosed to her the severe abuse within the families.This was thought to be the focus of the need to find some outlet for the intense evil felt and the probable cause of the child's deformity.
It brought about a strong spokesperson for the women and renewed support for Hull House.

It is unclear what happened to the baby.One tale is that Jane Adams took him to the Church.It was said that she made arrangements to have him baptized.She laid the baby on a pew and as the Priest poured the Holy Water in preparation she went to pick up the baby and nothing was there but an empty blanket.

Some say including a prominent psychologist that a black mass not identifiable as male or female but resembling a child that may be seen moving in the upper window at Hull House the only safe haven the boy knew.