Black-Eyed Kid Report

[Bill]

There's a new Black-Eyed Kid report on the From The Shadows blogsite.
This one is sure to creep you out,just as have similar such reports on
this eerie new phenomenon.


http://.from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-with-black-eyed-child.html


These goings-on are obviously supernatural/paranormal, and, equally
obviously, NOT benevolent in nature. Each experiencer is struck
stongly by feelings of dread, threat, and "wrongness".

Not a good thing.

Bill

[Bill]

Hmmmmm.Let's try this again-----

http://www.from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/
04/encounter-with-black-eyed-child.html

On Apr 16, 7:59 am, Bill <nantahalaf...@aol.com> wrote:
> There's a new Black-Eyed Kid report on the From The Shadows blogsite.
> This one is sure to creep you out,just as have similar such reports on
> this eerie new phenomenon.
>

> http://.from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-with-black-ey...

[Destinys...@aol.com]

Great article Bill. I love reading this sort of stuff. Got any more
kewl stories to share? I have been looking but haven't found any gems
lately..or, or..maybe we can discuss some of your ghost hunts. I will
share mine if you share yours..like all the strange stuff that goes on
in my home.
Hugs,
Esther

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[Bill]

Alright. As to stories on ghost hunts,I'll start out by explaining WHY
I like ghostly things and cryptid critters so
much. First off, I was born on October 31st---Halloween. That's a
running start for you. HOWEVER---I
actually was NOT born. I am like McDuff in "MacBeth"----"No man of
woman born". I was a C-Section baby, like old Julius Caeser. And if
you know old European folklore that makes me "special";with an
affinity for things strange and uncanny.
But WAIT! There's MORE! I was STILLBORN and the doctors used hot water/
ice water shock treatments to revive me and get me squalling. So, as
an old friend if mine used toi say---I'm a "Zombie Witch-Baby".

My family---both sides--was of celtic blood (Scotch-Irish), and you
may know THEIR reputation for weirdness.
I heard about pookas and banshees and revenants and Leprechauns and
feys from babyhood on.

I also heard this neat scary-ass spook poem from my grandmother that
told of "Black Things" coming to "get" bad children. She'd recite it
often. If you want to encounter it, you need to Google up the poet
James Whitcomb Riley,
and his eerie rhyme "Little Orphant Annie". Yes, "orphant" is
dialectic for "orphan", so the poem is about Little Orphan Annie, yet
it is NOT about the old comic strip character with the dog, Sandy.
THIS Annie predates the comic (and Broadway & Hollywood) one by
several decades. There are "Black Things" in this that come up from
"Down There" to fetch the souls of the wicked down to the Devil. Years
after childhood, after I was an adult,I saw the movie "Ghost",
with Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore, and Whoopi Goldberg, and---Lo and
Behold---Riley's Black Things were there onscreen, carting off baddies
to their just rewards. Told my at-the-time wife that "This
screenwriter has read James Whitcomb Riley!", but she had no clue what
I was talking about.

Now. That was part one of this tale. More later. To be
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On Apr 16, 10:59 pm, "Destinysmoon1...@aol.com"

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[Bill]

Here is a link for "Little Orphant Annie". It is a dialectical poem
so it MAY be better
understandable if read aloud. But---the Gobbeluns 'll get you if you
don't watch out!

http://www.poetry-archives.com/r/little-orphant-annie.html

[Bill]

These Google click-links SUCK

[Bill]

Esther----

Google can STUFF IT! HERE is the poem I heard so many times as a
small boy on my maternal
grandmother's lap----designed in her reciting to encourage me to be a
GOOD boy (and, one day,
a good man) and not a mouthy,disrespectful bad one---but also
something that primed me up for life
with interest in things weird & uncanny. And, as I said before---it's
Riley's "Black Things" (the ones
who "GET" the bad little girl) who show up in "Ghost" to collect the
souls of the wicked. I got the
connection immediately and sat up in my theatre chair, absolutely
delighted.

Imagine, then, days long ago. Of lantern-light at night, of no
electricity, of an OUT-house to do your
"business"in and NO indoor plumbing, of drawing water from a well and
cooking on a hot woodstove. A
"Little House On the Prairie" lifestyle. That is where this imagery
comes from

And nights could be dark and spooky. That's where this classic
rhyme takes you. It is set, essentially,
in the late 1850s/early 1860s.A midwest family takes in an orphan
and-----


Little Orphant Annie (originally titled "The Elf Child")

by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)


Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire,an' bake the bread, and earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,
An' when he went to bed one night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down,he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an'cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz jist his pants an' roundabout;
An the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company", an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An jist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to ride an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's
about!
And the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An Little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, and the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachers fond an' dear,
An cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphan's tear,
An' help the poor an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git YOU
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Now, that's the poem. ENORMOUS influence on me all my life.
And with that out of the way, I'll start talking more boogeryness.

To be continued------

[Bill]

Correction: in the 3rd verse the little girl does NOT turn to "RIDE
and hide", she turns to RUN and hide !!!!!
Dad-burned computer gremlins !!!!!!!

[Bill]

Boogeriness continues, Esther!!

My grandfather's house was where weird stuff could happen. Same story
with the property itself. It was
here that, years later, I would experience the "snake-shifter" (told
enough elsewhere) and the disappearing
UFO (ditto).

The house itself was a two-story frame job with ten rooms and two big
hallways, one upstairs and one
down. And these hallways were room sized themselves. So this was a
good sized house!

This house was the second to stand on this property. There was one
there initially when my grandfather,
Vardry Johnson, bought the place;this first one standing from the 19th
century. It burned to the ground, though,
in about 1911 and the second house was the one I grew up knowing, this
one dating from early 1912
as a re-build.

Nothing happened in the 2nd house that would prompt "ghost stories"----
nothing I'VE ever heard,anyway.
No murders, no suicides,no NOTHING. Now I don't KNOW about the FIRST
house (and no relatives do, either)
so I can't speak to the issue of anything odd being possibly PASSED ON
from the 1st structure to its successor. But----who can say?

In any case, Nr. 2 could be spooky.

In house #2 phantom footsteps could be heard. They could track up and
down the stairs and through the hallways. They seemed to be a man
walking and they never went into any rooms that anyone can recall. The
sounds of doors opening and closing could also be heard----front door,
back hall door out onto the back porch,and the inside French doors
that bi-sected to downstairs hallway.

I remember one of these "walk-throughs" vividly from my early
childhood. My parents lived with my grandparents (mother's side) in
that house for 2 years when I was 3 and 4 years old. This was a big
family (12 children plus one adoptee) and quite close. On weekends
these grown children and their wives and their own children would come
gather at PawPaw and Mawmaw's for family togetherness (you won't see
that much now----pretty well "gone with the wind") and a BIG
"institution" was the Saturday night Rook game. You likely know Rook,
it's a fairly simplistic card game (kids love it) that has face cards
with a rook (Crow) on them. Anyway, this got played every Saturday
night and, on this particular one, when I was 4, the game was in full
swing and everybody was there except a couple of my uncles who were
off in the Navy
and some cousins who had gone to the movies. There was also a couple
named Bill & Ethel Cox who rented an upstairs room from Paw Paw and
they were "out and about" as well. This would be about 1951. These
games were played on the dining room table and the dining room was
next to the front hall and front door. If the front door opened or
shut you could hear it in the dining room.

Anyway, well into the game we heard (including me) the front door open
and shut---solidly-- and man-sounding footfalls pass by the dining
room door..Then we hear the French doors open and close---solidly.
Since it was customary for anyone entering to peek in and say
"Hi" (CHECK in, basically), that was taken as a bit peculiar. My
grandfather got up and, with me, his "shadow", right behind him, went
out into the hallway to look around. We saw the front door was locked
(old fashioned "box" lock). Paw Paw stuck his head out the door and
looked around and then said that the only cars outside belonged to
those in the dining room. Nobody else had driven up. Was someone
dropped off? Grandaddy----and his "bodyguard"---went upstairs then to
see if the Coxes (or anyone else) had come in..

No one. It was just an example of those freaky phantom footsteps and
door openings/closings that turned up from time to time.

To be continued> Bwahahaha! "The Gnome" is coming!

[Destinys...@aol.com]

Being of Irish descent myself (Grandma on Dad's side was full blooded
Irish and came here from Ireland as a child) I know what you mean
about hearing about the folklore of the little people, green gowns and
such..my uncle used to gather us kids in his kitchen..light his pipe
and tell us stories about the "Old Ones", funny thing is that this
uncle (Uncle Louie) had on his wall in the kitchen..a pitchfork and a
sickle crossing each other and a horseshoe with the tines pointing up
in the middle of the top of them. He also owns a horse ranch and once
when I was a little girl I saw him put poles up with a horses skull on
them facing his neighbors ranch..said he was taking care of business.
He used to tell us all sorts of stories about the old country, and of
black dogs..and of how the fae carry off us younguns if we wander
about at night..and to not answer if we hear our name being called out
during the night...he used to scare the heck out of us..he is still
alive, I haven't seen him in ages!

[Jason Korbus]

The Black Eyed Kid phenomenon (BEK) has, for me, been one of the more
interesting items to come down the pike in quite some time. Creepy,
frightening....HAUNTING!!

Though, I must admit, when I first heard of the Black Eyed Kids, my
first thought was, "Well, that's what happens in some homes when you
backtalk your daddy."

On Apr 16, 7:59 am, Bill <nantahalaf...@aol.com> wrote:

> There's a new Black-Eyed Kid report on the From The Shadows blogsite.
> This one is sure to creep you out,just as have similar such reports on
> this eerie new phenomenon.
>

> http://.from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-with-black-ey...