Famous Haunting20:58 Mar 24 2007
Times Read: 545
I live in Wheeling, WV, 15 minutes north of Moundsville. The state penn has been featured on M tv's paranormal investigations. The prison is home to what we believe to be numerous Residual Hauntings. Residual Hauntings are best explained as a replay of a particular tragedy. Whenever a tragedy occurs, energy is released. At times this energy is triggered, and the result is a replay of the event itself.
There have also been reports of Poltergeist Activity within the walls of Moundsville. One report in particular, claims that an entrance gate turns itself periodically.. as if new prisoners were still arriving at the prison. (which closed in 1995!)
The prison has been a home to thousands of the country's most notorious criminals. Charles Manson, himself, spent some time there.. and requested on numerous occassions to be sent back to Moundsville to serve his time. It has also been a place where horrible crimes have been committed. Murder, torture, suicide, rape, and well over 90 executions have all added to the energy in the prison. Visual sightings, sounds of slamming cell doors, screams, and phantom footsteps are all seen and heard here. If you visit the prison, be sure to check out the "Sugar Shack," and the Chapel. (reportedly the 2 most haunted areas of the prison!) Anything great around you?
The Halloween Witch
19:29 Mar 21 2007
Times Read: 547
Each year they parade her about ... the traditional witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind, merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree. I believe this is how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness, to be presented by the light of the day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened, nornal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture. To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her, and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love... all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body. The crowds viewed the results of hours of torture. The face, bruised and broke, by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone. Replaced by a grimace broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered, disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away lovely tresses. Broken, twisted hands clutched the weagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All resemblances of humanity gone. This was truly a demon, a Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the darkside of humanity. Each year I shed tears of respect and remember her involuntary sacrifice in the name of religion.
Written by Angel 6/99
This poem that reminds us of those who were persecuted as witches, though many were healers and midwives, women who owned land, and those who spoke out against the rules of the time.
This poem is not in any way intended to 'bash" Christianity, it is simply a reference to the history that is fact based.
With these things in mind I hope you will remember the Halloween Witch, along with all the others who have gone before you.
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