Haunted House @ MindSay

HEY EVERYONE ... ITS TORY AGAIN.

I AM WRITING ON A SUBJECT THAT I THINK IS SCARY IN A WAY AND THAT REALLY HAPPENS.. fIRST THING I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT IS E.V.P

 

E.V.P IS ELECTRONIC VOICE PHENOMENON. THIS MEANS THAT PEOPLE WHO HAVE PASSED ON CAN COMMUNICATE WITH THE REAL LIFE THROUGH RCORDERS, VIDEO REORDERS, AND SOMETIMES CASES HAVE FOUND THAT E.V.P HAS BEEN RECORDED THROUGH THEIR EVERYDAY DOINGS, ON THE COMPUTER THROUGH THE SPEAKERS THEY  HEAR A VOICE THAT MIGHT RESEMBLE A PASSED ON FAMILY MEMEBER. RECORDINGS CAN BE RUDE AND MOST RECORDINGS ARE TO ASSURE THE FAMILY MEMBERS THAT THEY GOT TO WEHRE THEY ARE SAFELY. ITS ACTUALLY AN EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME. YOU CAN SEE E.V.P IN THE MOVIE WHITE NOISE.

 

EXORCISM IS ANOTHER SUBJECT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT. EXORCISMS' ARE VERY SCARY BECAUSE THE PERSON CAN DIE FROM BEING POSSESED BY THAT DEMON. IT CREEPS ME OUT EVERYTIME WHEN I WATCH THE MOVIE THE EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE. THAT IS BASED ON THE TRUE TRIAL OF EMILY ROSE. 

 

HAUNTINGS IS ALSO ANOTHER SCARY HALLOWEEN THING THAT IS TRUE. I LIVE ACROSS THE STREET FROM A REALLY HAUNTED HOUSE. WHEN I WAS ABOUT 13 I WENT OVER TO  IT WITH MY FRIEND. THE HOUSE WAS ABANDONED. THE STORY ABOUT IT IS THAT A FAMILY OF 4 LIVED THERE AND THERE WERE TWO KIDS AND THE HUSBAND AND WIFE. THE HUSBAND WENT CRAZY AND SHOT THE CHILDREN WHILE THEY WERE SLEEPING AND WENT INTO HIS AND HIS WIFES ROOM AND HE SHOT HER ONCE AND SHE WENT DOWN TO THE BASEMENT TO TRY TO GET AWAY FROM HIM AND SHE DIDNT GET VERY FAR. THEN AFTER HE FINISHED HIS WIFE ..HE SHOT HIMSELF. ANYWAY ABOUT ME AND MY FRIEND GOING IN THERE. WE WENT INTO THE BACK DOOR AND WE GOT AN EERIE FEELING WHILE WALKING IN THERE. BUT IT COULDNT HELP THAT WE KNEW IT WAS HAUNTED. SO WE WENT UPSTAIRS AND WE WENT INTO ONE ROOM (WHICH WAS ONE OF THE CHILDRENS ROOM) AND ALL OF A SUDDEN WHEN WE WERE GOING TO LEAVE THE ROOM THE DOOR SLAMMED. I AM NOT KIDDING ABOUT THIS STORY. YOU READERS MITE DOUBT IT BUT ITS TRUE. ANYWAYY AND THEN THE WINDOW FOGGED UP AND IT WAS WEIRD BECAUSE IT WAS REALLY COLD. WHEN WE GOT THE DOOR OPEN I STARTED RUNNING AND MY FRIEND STARTED AND THEN TWISTED HER ANKLE AND SHE COULDNT COME WITH ME SO I HAD TO GO BACK AND GET HER AND WHEN I DID WE HEARD A SCREAM FROM THE BASEMENT HALLWAY. AND WE WERE SCARED TO GO BACK DOWN STAIRS BUT AT THE SAME TIME WE WERE SCARED TO BE IN THE BEDROOM. SO WE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS AND WHEN WE GOT THERE WE HEARD THE SCREAM AGAIN AND WE SAW HAND PRINTS DOWN THE WALL OF THE BASEMENT STAIRS. WHEN WE GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE MY SISTER WAS WAITING FOR US ( SHE WAS TO SCARED TO GO IN THE HOUSE)  BUT SHE WAS AT THE PORCH STEPS AND WE RAN BAK TO OUR HOUSE. TO THIS DAY ( WHICH I AM NOW 15) THAT HOUSE SCARES ME. IT IS NOW OCCUPIED BY REALLY NICE PEOPLE. BUT THAT EXPERIENCE WAS SO SCARY.

 

SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY STORY. IT WAS SCARY FOR ME .. SO IF YOU ENVISION IT .. IT MIGHT SCARE YOU. OK I WILL TRY TO WRITE ... BUT I WILL DEFINATLY WRITE ON HALLOWEEN ! ... EVERYONE HAVE A GOOD DAY K .. THANKS !

Wow, it seems my post about costumes has really set my mind a thinkin'.  Now I am having these vivid recollections of the year I worked in a haunted house while I was in high school.  It was at a community center called Benton House.  A girlfriend I went to school with was very involved at the center and she invited me to come along to help construct the haunted house that they had every Halloween.  Looking back, the haunted house was slightly above average, as far as haunted houses go, but what I remember most is the absolute fun I had working in it.  One of the rooms we constructed was a haunted playroom.  It was considered a throwaway room, because no one could come up with anything better, and that's where a lot of miscellaneous junk was thrown.  I was assigned as "hostess" to this room opening night.  We were allowed free rein (no vulgarity or profanity) as far as our costumes, makeup and spiel were concerned.  So, the more imaginative you were the better.  I became "Esmeralda", a spoiled, bratty, yet lonely and somehow not quite right-in-the-head little girl.  I wore purple velvet pantaloons, a loose ruffled blouse, a beret and my makeup was somewhere between clown and goth.  I naturally have a high pitched voice, which I made even higher, and my attitude and demeanor was very petulant and naughty as the "uninvited guests" entered my playroom.  I demanded that they play games and sing songs with me.  I had grown men & women playing Duck, Duck Goose and singing nursery rhymes.  I'd cutdown smartass tennagers with my biting wit if they got out of hand.  The more manic I got the better.  At the height of the fun and games I'd suddenly have a meltdown, cry hysterically and throw myself down on the floor in a tantrum.  Once everyone had their full attention on the "wacked out" little girl, the hidden ghost and goblins hidden among the toys and junk would come to life and scare my guests out of their minds and out of my room.  To this day I've never heard screams so loud.  On and on it went throughout the night.  By evenings end, with smeared makeup, frazzled hair, depoofed pantaloons and hoarse voice I was proclaimed one of the best performers in the haunted house.  Oh what fun I had. 

November 3, 2006 (San Dimas, CA) Police-Writers.com, a website dedicated to police officers turned authors added Ralph Sarchie, Paul Ragonese, Howard Safir and Raymond Schaffer.

 

Ralph Sarchie is a Sergeant in the New York Police Department, working at the 46th precinct in the South Bronx. During his 16 years on the NYPD he has made over 300 arrests and received seven medals. For the past ten years, he's moonlighted as a demonologist, investigating haunted houses and cases of demonic possession. A devout Catholic, he's assisted in 20 exorcisms.

 

In Beware the Night, Ralph Sarchie takes readers into the very hierarchy of a hell on earth to expose the grisly rituals of a Palo Mayombe priest; a young girl whose innocence is violated by an incubus; a home invaded by the malevolent spirit of a supposedly murdered nineteenth-century bride; the dark side of a couple who were literally, the neighbors from hell; and more. Ralph Sarchie's NYPD revelations are a powerful and disturbing documented link between the true-crime realities of life and the blood-chilling ice-grip of a supernatural terror.

 

“The Soul of a Cop” is the story of Paul Ragonese's 17 years with the New York Police Department.  He tells the reader about life on NYPD; in various assignments such as foot patrol, bomb squad, anti-terrorism and the anti-crime unit.  One highlight of Paul Ragonese’s career is the medal for valor that he received for helping a woman who was pinned under a crane.

 

Howard Safir, the NYPD Police commissioner from 1996 to 2000 wrote “Security: Policing your Homeland, your State, your City” and “Security: An Inside Look at the Tactics of the NYPD.”  He began his law enforcement career in 1965 as a special agent for the Federal Bureau of Narcotics, a forerunner of the Drug Enforcement Administration.  In federal service he has been the Assistant Director of the DEA, Chief of the Witness Security Division, U.S. Marshals Service and Associate Director for Operations, U.S. Marshals Service. In 1994 Mayor Giuliani asked him to serve as the New York City's Fire Commissioner. When Police Commissioner William J. Bratton left in 1996, Giuliani appointed Safir as Police Commissioner.

 

In “Security: An Inside Look at the Tactics of the NYPD,” Safir tours “From counterterrorism to tracking criminals by satellite Safir's gives an expert's tour of 21st century law enforcement, and reveals the tools, methods, and science that police officers use to reduce crime, and track and apprehend criminals, including surveillance, crime scene evidence, DNA profiling, narcotics and quality of life enforcement.

 

Security gives insight into how methods of enforcement need to be adapted to prevent terrorism, a look into the workings of a police department, and examines how the NYPD drastically reduced crime with Goal-Oriented Neighborhood Policing.

 

Raymond Schaffer believed the new sheriff when he said there would be no retribution against those who had supported his opponent. However, days after the sheriff took office, Schaffer discovered he was wrong.  “Surviving: Drunk Drivers-Gutter Politics and Police,” is Raymond Schaffer’s autobiographical account of employee persecution in law enforcement.

 

Police-Writers.com hosts 212 state and local police officers and their 570 books in six categories. Also, Police-Writers.com features listings of federal and international law enforcement writers.

It's been a while since I last blogged.  I had gone a little while without a computer.  Now I have my laptop so I might be on more often.  But I can't promise anything.

 

Let's see, new things:

 

• New boyfriend
• New job
• New school

 

A lot has happened since I graduated high school.  I have a part-time job as a Sales Associate in the Electronics Department of Wal-Mart.  I just got my 90 day raise as well for meeting expectations. <3.  Sept. 24 I started dating my current boyfriend.  More on him later.  And now I'm in college at ITT Technical Institute for Web Design.  I've made friends as well.

 

We've been dating a month and a week now.  Neither of us are honestly used to having a significant other.  We have a hard time communicating with one another and only have spend time alone when we're going to bed, and we're at his house.  October was a very busy month for him between classes, work and working at a haunted house.  I hope it gets better with November at least.  We'll see.

 

I won't see him until Thursday, unless I go to his house tomorrow.  I hope I can, I miss him.

 

Anyways, I gotta go.  Toodles.

I've FINALLY got the song on my myspace profile that I wanted to. (Thank you so much lostinmyownmind! :D!) I don't know why myspace music doesn't have it because its awesome, but whatever. now i just need to fuck with the background on there, haha. speaking of my blog, i posted a real one a coupole days ago, so if you haven't seen that i'm just letting it you all know.

 

if you're interested in how i've been, today i had to make tuna AGAIN and if you missed it before that means i had to wring out 8lbs and 4oz of tuna with my hands, then pack double rubber when i mixed it with a whole bunch of mayonaise. at least i got off like 45 minutes early today, but i'm sure i'll be docked pay. :(

 

and i saw ANOTHER spider in my room today! ug! this is like the sixth or seventh one in the two months that i've been here. i only saw like three in my dorm the whole nine months i was there, and then i was living in the middle of a damn forest. i swear, this house is mildly haunted and the spirits are mad i left, and so now they're getting mild revenge by putting all these spiders in here.

 

yeah, i'm dumb. and i have the day off wednesday, but like getting off early its bitter sweet because i'm not making as much money. plus i have nothing to do but sit around and be lonely. :( I miss Humboldt a lot. only three more weeks and i'll be back there, and i really hope that we can get that apartment, too! :D i think i'm gonna call amp friday before or after working depending on what my hours are that day to see what's going on with that.

 

UPDATE: I fucked with the background on there, and now my myspace profile is just how I wanted it! :D Actually, there's one thing I still want to change. the box where it says "Add to friends," "Message me," and all that other crap. I've been looking on this site to help me with that but I can't find it. Other than that its perfect. :)