A cold darkness permeated Brooklyn's east side one night in 1894. Under a bright moonlight,
the cobblestone streets glistened as a thick fog poured over them. A fog that made its
way down the hills surrounding Brooklyn's Ward 27. An area surrounded by cemeteries
that were almost as old as the dark, wet dirt that fills them. On these empty streets, five
young women found themselves ankle-deep in a coiling fog. In a hurry, they decided to
cut across an empty lot near Knickerbocker Avenue. As the ladies made their way through
the lot, something made them stop dead in their tracks. Something white up ahead. The
wafting fog grew more and more as the women shivered together. Just then, a hysterical
cry ripped through the fog, sending a bolt of lightning down their chilled spines. I'm
Darren Marlar… and this, is Weird Darkness.
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In this episode…
A girl dreams of a horrifying creature – but can it be a dream if her entire family sees
it?
They say "Remember The Alamo" - and one man most certainly will after his ghostly
experience there.
One of the world's oldest trees is not only beautiful, it also prophesies death.
A man sets out to disprove a ghost sighting – and ends up a believer.
Now.. sit back, turn down the lights, and come with me into the Weird Darkness!
I was about 14 and sleeping. In my sleep I watched this thing float up 2 steps on a landing,
turn the corner, and float up the stairs. It was probably about 6-feet tall wearing
a black robe; the kind you see in the movies worn by old monks or something. It wore the
original hoodie. It was a loose, rough, dark cloth tied with a rope at the waist.
I was in a big house with 3 bedrooms up top and a big area in the center instead of a
hallway. My bed was straight across the room from my parents bed and there was another
room space between us. It was built like an old fashioned log cabin so it was kind of
all open spaces. I watched this thing pass right by the foot
of my bed, but it ignored me totally. It passed me and looked down at my Sister to my right,
then turned and slowly went to the other room and stopped right over my Mom and was looking
down at her. I freaked out in my sleep and sat bolt upright in my bed. I was never, ever,
so happy to be awake but then I realized that it was just a dream. I let out a huge breath
of air. Until, that is, I noticed it was actually still right there just where it had been in
my dream. It's hood hiding it's face. The thing was still there. Fear gripped me
so hard I couldn't breathe for a few seconds but it seemed like forever. Then it raised
it's hand slowly into the air and that is when I noticed that it held a slightly curved
knife in it's hand. I screamed out 'MOM', but it came out like a squeak. My sister didn't
even wake up. Instantly, my Mom told me to get up, in her "do it now voice", and
turn the light on. It was a pull chain light, like a ceiling fan, in the middle of the big
room. It was so dark I couldn't see anything, so I had to stand about 10 feet away from
this thing and wave my hands around just to find this tiny pull chain.
I couldn't move. I was petrified. Back in the day though, you always did as you were
told, so I did, after the second time she ordered me to turn the light on. I was horrified
to my bones. The thing I dreamed about was actually right there within touching distance
of me. I had been asleep, but now I was actually awake, and I wasn't the only one seeing
it. Somehow I found the chain the first try and
the light sprang into the room, and it just disappeared in the light. My Mom and Dad were
both awake already and praying. My dad had recently found Jesus, and it had totally changed
his life. He was a changed man and we were a really tight family with a lot of love and
affection. Everyone loved my Mom and Dad. We had to have two funeral services for my
parents when they died recently in two different states, and both places were full of people.
So yes, I blame my parents for this one. I swear this is the truth, and I also swear
that was totally my come to Jesus moment. I begged God to never, ever let me see anything
like that again. I have felt weird stuff since then, but I have never seen "it" again.
I pray I never do. It scares me so bad just thinking about it. I don't think I have
ever even written it down before. It still scares me to this day. I am in my 50's now.
That is how bad it was.
During my last visit to the Alamo I saw a young man striding toward me looking like
he knew where he was going. I watched him walk across the ruin and I thought he was
a re-enactor. He was over six feet, bearded and his hair was dark brown, slightly curling,
and loose to his collar. He was dressed in very authentic-looking period costume. His
rust-colored trousers were tucked into black, high boots that showed stirrup wear. He wore
a wide belt of plain dark brown leather with a simple brass buckle. But it was his shirt
that impressed me most. It was made of heavy, old-fashioned off-white broadcloth. It had
a pointed collar and a placket in front, and the ties at the top of the placket were undone.
I watched him until he was so close that staring any longer would have caught his attention.
I looked down at the nearest display case until I felt him walk past, and when I looked
up he was gone. He was too noticeable to lose in the crowd and I did not see how he could
have made it to the door in the length of time I had taken my eye off of him, but I
shrugged it off. Later I recounted the incident to a friend and told her that I thought he
was a member of staff who was dressed in period costume. She grew very silent and then she
said, "They do not dress their staff in period costumes." I got a real chill then.
So what the hell did I see?
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In ancient the village of Llangernyw, Conwy, North Wales stands one of the world's oldest
trees. This beautiful yew was planted in a small
churchyard of St. Dygain's Church sometime in the prehistoric Bronze Age. It is about
4,000-tear-old and it is still growing. Being the oldest tree in Wales, Llangernyw
Yew is not just beautiful, but it also associated with an ancient legend intertwining it with
a spirit prophesying death. Locals say the Llangernyw Yew is inhabited
by an ancient spirit known as Angelystor, the "Recording Angel.
From Welsh mythology we learn that each year on Halloween and 31 July the spirit is said
to appear in the church and solemnly announces, in Welsh, the names of those parish members
who will die within the year. Those wishing to find if their names were among the angel's
list gather beneath the east window of the church, and listen very closely.
It is said that one day a local man named Siôn Ap Rhobert declared he was skeptical
of the death prophecy. He decided to challenge the existence of the spirit one Halloween
night. On entering the church, he heard his own name called out, "Hold, hold! I am not
ready yet!" he contested. But, it was too late, he died within the year.
Today, many villagers in Llangernyw still believe in the supernatural being that has
lived inside the Llangernyw Yew for thousands of years.
The church at Llangernyw is itself centuries old, but the site it stands on was sacred
thousands of years before it was built.
A cold darkness permeated Brooklyn's east side one night in 1894. Under a bright moonlight,
the cobblestone streets glistened as a thick fog poured over them. A fog that made its
way down the hills surrounding Brooklyn's Ward 27. An area surrounded by cemeteries
that were almost as old as the dark, wet dirt that fills them.
On these empty streets, five young women found themselves ankle-deep in a coiling fog. In
a hurry, they decided to cut across an empty lot near Knickerbocker Avenue. As the ladies
made their way through the lot, something made them stop dead in their tracks. Something
white up ahead. The wafting fog grew more and more as the women shivered together. Just
then, a hysterical cry ripped through the fog, sending a bolt of lightning down their
chilled spines. Before any of them could move, much less utter
a word, the white blob got closer and soon they were able to make out the ghastly image
through the fog. A sunken-faced woman, covered in a white garb wading through the dark night's
fog. The five of them ran the other direction and got to the safety of their homes in one
breath. Upon hearing their terrifying ordeal, the
women's brothers all gathered near the lot of the incident. They were armed to the bone
and ready to confront the ghostly apparition. The young men found themselves huddled together,
backs against each other, in a barren lot near what is now Bushwick Avenue in Brooklyn.
It was well past midnight as one of the men pointed his shaking revolver at the ground
in front of them. Under what remained of the bright glow of the moon, they saw the apparition
rise from the earth, reaching its long, boney arms for the cowering group of men. Like their
sisters, the men ran off to the safety of their homes. Only to tell of their horrifying
ordeal to neighbors and friends as the sun rose, and the dark and foggy streets clambered
with the living once more. The following night, as the story unfolded
across Brooklyn, a large group of 200 concerned residents and spectators gathered near the
lot of the incident. The pitchfork mob waited and waited through the long and cold night
but nothing came. They grew impatient as the night grew longer and more silent. They dispersed
soon after and went home feeling that they've been fooled.
The following night, a man named Peter Woelfel set out to dispel the claims that a ghost
lurks the 27th Ward. Peter, a skeptical man set out late at night only to return back
home just past 1 A.M. Witnesses say that Peter had returned white as the ghost herself. He
was visibly traumatized by something he encountered on an empty lot between Irving Avenue and
Knickerbocker Avenue. Peter goes on to tell them how he was crossing
the empty lot when he was confronted by the ghostly woman. He was paralyzed in fear, unable
to flee. According to the story, the ghost "…performed the serpentine dance while
he remained rooted to the ground." Peter then went on to say that he was only able
to move once the ghost gave out blood-curling wail before vanishing into thin air.
It was Peter's story that incited the mob once more. For the following night a larger
crowd had gathered to catch a glimpse of the supposed ghostly apparition in Brooklyn. However
the fog was so thick at night that one could hardly see a few feet in front of them. The
mob once more disbanded and headed home in disappointment. They did agree to meet once
more after the fog lifted, until then, they were to ask the local police for a hand in
the matter. The 20th precinct got the word about the ghostly
figure and more important to them, the 300 or so potential marauders. Captain Kitzer
sent along a squad of his men and a patrol wagon to 'catch the ghost'.
By then a reporter for The New York Times went out to the scene only to find hundreds
of armed men searching for the supposed specter. They carried revolvers, axes, swords, and
someone even wore a full armored suit ( as a joke). However amidst the chaos and spectacle,
no ghostly image was ever seen. The reporter interviewed policeman Holliday who was in
charge that night. "I'll tell you something on the quiet,"
Holliday said. "I don't believe in these here ghost stories. If there's ghosts around,
why haven't I seen them?" the reporter nod in agreement. "I'll tell you what
I think it is." Holliday continued. "I think it's the whisky. The worst whisky
that's sold on the island is sold right here in the twentieth. I've known men, after
drinking it, to go home and rob their own houses. And it will make a man see almost
anything – ghosts, snakes, or anything else. I'm disgusted with this ghost business.
It makes me sick. At the same time, if a ghost comes I'll run it in."
The ghostly woman failed to appear that night and the large crowd had finally began to fizzle
down. The reporter would later write a short article about the incident, mainly chalking
it up to excitement and craze caused by bad whisky. However the few terror-stricken people
who encountered the wailing ghost would never forget that frightful foggy night in the streets
of Brooklyn.
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Featured in this episode...
"A Hooded Shadow Stalked My Family" submitted to MyHauntedLifeToo.com by Dianna
C. https://www.myhauntedlifetoo.com/2017/01/02/hooded-shadow-stalked-family/
"Remember the Alamo: The Lingering Ghost" submitted to MyHauntedLifeToo.com by George
Denton https://www.myhauntedlifetoo.com/2016/12/27/remember-alamo-lingering-ghost/
"Llangernyw Yew: Chilling Prophecy Of The Oldest Tree In Wales"
used by permission from MessageToEagle.com http://ow.ly/UTjI307EBKC
"A Wailing Ghost In Brooklyn" written by Xavier Ortega for GhostTheory.com
http://www.ghosttheory.com/2016/10/27/a-wailing-ghost-in-brooklyn
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