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Ft. Gratiot Lighthouse in #PortHuron, #Michigan:The Ft….

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Ft. Gratiot Lighthouse in #PortHuron, #Michigan:The Ft….

Ft. Gratiot Lighthouse in #PortHuron, #Michigan:

The Ft. Gratiot #Lighthouse in Port Huron, Michigan was constructed in 1829 to mark the entrance to the St. Clair River from #LakeHuron. It is renowned as being the first lighthouse ever constructed in the state of Michigan, and was added to the National Register of #Historic Places in July of 1976. The old lighthouse is believed to be #haunted by the #spirit of a former caretaker named Robert Hanford (sometimes referred to as “Lighthouse Bob”) who passed away in 2010. Ever since his #death, visitors to the Ft. Gratiot Lighthouse have reported hearing the sounds of disembodied footsteps and voices, as well as experiencing an uneasy feeling, as if being watched by an unseen #entity. Another spirit said to haunt the historic lighthouse is that of a young boy who is allegedly seen by guests, however the boy’s identity and the reason for his presence are unknown.

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Source: Ghost Quest USA


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somecutething:A cat’s schedule!!(via Hannah Hillam)

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somecutething:A cat’s schedule!!(via Hannah Hillam)

somecutething:

A cat’s schedule!!

(via Hannah Hillam)

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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Hearing Coins Dropping – What Does it Mean?Most of us are…

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Hearing Coins Dropping – What Does it Mean?Most of us are…

Hearing Coins Dropping – What Does it Mean?

Most of us are familiar with the film Poltergeist. It made us all petrified of spirits.  Ghosts, poltergeists, shadow people, all can send shivers down your spine.

They are the darker side of the paranormal realm, and most people wish to never encounter one.

A poltergeist is described as a ghost or supernatural being that is responsible for physical disturbances, such as making loud noises or throwing objects around.

While this sounds fairly harmless, poltergeists are often associated with negative energy, manifesting themselves in bad environments where there are strong emotions at play.

There are many, many cases recorded of poltergeist hauntings that just cannot be explained.

These go from mild cases of small noises around the house to full-on hauntings where families have had to flee their homes.

Usually, poltergeist activity doesn’t present itself as such until further investigation – but one common occurrence happens that has now been linked to paranormal activity – the sound of coins dropping.

With even just a small amount of research, an alarming amount of people can be found reporting the same story.

While each story happens a little differently – each one either has the noise of dropping coins or has actual coins seemingly falling from the sky inexplicably.

These coins seem to materialize out of nowhere and fall to the ground. This can happen outdoors or indoors, night or day.

It is such a strange phenomenon, why would coins be the chosen signal of supernatural activity?

It has come to be accepted among the paranormal community that these instances of dropping coins signal poltergeist activity.

A lot of the time, this event happens to those who are aware of the spiritual world around them, so they can easily pick up on the signs of a spirit present.

What Could The Coins Mean?

There are a few different theories of why coins are used as a mean of contact from the other side.

Some say that it has to do with the significance of coins being placed on the eyes of the dead, and others think it is just a neat little item that is shiny and makes a noise when dropped, kind of signaling “hey, I am here!”

Whatever the significance may be, the stories are all eerily similar, and there can be no doubt that there is some strange energy at work when these coins are dropped from nowhere.

Source: My Haunted Salem


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April/May 2020 #7

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April/May 2020 #7

Me: H? – H!

H: …Darlin’?

Me: Did… did you do something?

H: Aaaa… like what?

Me: … Take the whatever illness is in my lungs?

H: …. .. … I may have attempted  such a thing… (finding his cigarette case and lighting a smoke with unsteady fingers) … but I do not possess your skill.

Me: (I glared at him for a while as I processed what he’d done and wished I’d been able to stop it, then in the next breathe I could still do what I’d always done: take the illness right back.)

H: Aaa – no – no damn you…

Me: I’m a fucking necromancer – I pulled you from Oblivion –

H: Fool girl…

Me: Perhaps. But I’m here until you tell me to sod off. (Wrapping my arms around him with my palms against his chest.) Your lungs are already fucked! For gods’ sake don’t try to make yourself more ill – please?

H: Aaaa… Girl? Don’t lie to me. You think I don’t know rot in your lungs when I see it?

Me: … Fine. But I can still eat and still breathe. Until that changes, I’m assuming this is the most pathetic, rubbish, and persistent cough I’ve ever encountered without leaving my flat. You on the other hand look like hell. How many days since you were able to get out of bed? … H … have you been spitting blood?

H: … … No.

Me: Right. And you were doing fine until you stole my illness and haven’t been able to get out of bed since?

H: ……. yes.

Me: Jesus H Christ – you died of TB – you do not get to try to steal a cold from me let alone some bastard strain of Influenza that’s killing a lot of people right now… H? H! …. H answer me? H I swear to someone I will fucking stab you… – H?

H: You… you were… o… on the precipice.

Me: …And if I was how could you know that?

H: (Bitter smile) aa.. aaa… recognised the symptoms.

Me: That still doesn’t give you licence to do what you did! I’m a witch – I’m a necromancer – I’m meant to try to take hurt away from the living and the dead – that’s my whole bloody job!

H: … aaa ..aaaaaa… fool girl…

Me: I bloody knew it was you as soon as my temperature went away. Throat so sore I couldn’t eat for three days and a fever. Then I dreamt… I’m not really sure what I dreamt, I just know I woke up feeling better and knowing it was your fault somehow. … How long has it been since you got out of bed?

H: … girl…

Me: How long?

H: … five days.

Me: …fuck. It’s 4am and I really have to sleep. Please be well – I’ll talk to you again when I can.

H: …goodnight darlin’.

Me: You’ve never said that to me before – why the hell did you just say that? Promise me you’ll be here when I come back, H?

H: Yes.

Me: Promise! Swear on my life.

H: …I … yes.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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