Legends in your area

[Lenore Tepes]

[Aeon_Atratus]

[RavenHarte]

I'm giving this story as written becuase I think the details are important and the "telling" of it is famous around here. And BTW a few people who work at Old Salem say there are still occassional sitings of the Little Red Man

The Little Red Man
The information for this story was obtained from Mountain Ghost Stories of Western North Carolina, by Randy Russell and Janet Barnett.

This tale is perhaps the most famous ghost story in Winston-Salem. It started in 1752. The Unitas Fratrum (Unity of Brethren) congregation, more commonly known as the Morarian church, settled in North Carolina. Bishop Spangenberg, who led the group, bought 98,985 acres of Forsyth County and the main Moravian town settled in what soon became known as Salem. In November, 1753, the first colony was established in Salem.

Andreas Kremser was one of the Moravian Brothers. He died in 1786 at the age of 33. Kremser had the unfortunate distinction of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The fatal accident was retold as entry No. 45 in the Church Book of Salem Congregation. According to Tar Heel Ghosts, "(Kremser) attended the festal services of the congregation and of his choir, but was uncommonly quiet all day. After the evening service, several of the Brethren decided to work for a while on excavating the cellar for an addition to the Brothers' House.

"They used the method which has been employed successfully in similar cases -- that is, they undercut a bank and pulled down the overhang. Several Brethren doubted the advisability of doing that, because of the more sandy substance of the soil, but few agreed with them.

"About half past eleven Brother Kremser was warned by a Brother who found him kneeling at his work, but he could not see the danger. About twelve o'clock, midnight, a Brother who was watching overhead saw that a great bank was breaking, and called to the men below to jump back, which they did, and no one was much hurt except our Brother Kremser, who could not get away quickly because he was on his knees.

"He was covered by the falling earth and quite buried in it. He was dug out as quickly as possible, and was then still alive, and spoke, complaining of pain. It was evident that his left leg was broken. The doctor, Brother Lewis, opened a vein in his arm, but little blood flowed, and there were soon signs of his approaching departure, which followed about two o'clock, the blessing of the Church having been given to him among many tears."

Kremser, a small man, was wearing a red jacket when the accident happened.

After his death, the brothers said, "There's Kremser" anytime a tapping resembling that of a shoemaker's hammer (Kremser's trait) was heard. His fleeting footsteps were said to have been heard scurrying through the halls of the house on occasion.

Every now and then, a brother would proclaim that he had seen a little man in red as he hurried past a door in the passageways connecting the individual rooms of the brothers.

After a period of years, the Brothers' house dissolved and served different purposes. At one point, it became the widows' house, where old widows were able to live in an inexpensive place with other widows. The widows also talked of a "little red man" but nothing ever came of the stories.

The turning point of the tale came when an upstanding member of the Salem community escorted a visitor through the cellar of the house. He was telling the story of the little red man to his guest as they walked.

No sooner did the words come out of his mouth, then did they see the little red man appearing before them. The two tried to corner and catch him, but Kremser vanished and then looked back at the two, from the doorway, and smiled.

Soon after, a visiting minister exorcised the ghost by giving an invocation to the Trinity, at which time he commanded: "Little Red Man, go to rest!" After this, the stories stopped and the sightings concluded, but the tale still remains.

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[zarathustra]

[valeros]

I grew up in Paterson,NJ - a place I hold dear to my heart. The grammar school I attended consisted of the main building
with two small trailer-size buildings directly behind it which served as the kindergarten and first grade classes in my time. This school sat atop a hill (which we slid down on cardboard boxes in winter). Directly across the street on one side were private homes. Legend has it that in one of those homes a woman gave birth to an unwanted child which she promptly cut into pieces, placed in a garbage bag, and stuffed into a hole on the side of one of those small buidings. At the back of that buiding was a set of cement stairs into which someone scribbled "Babyface died here and lives here" as the cxement was drying. It was said that if you knocked on that part of the cement the baby would come out, limbs roughly attached back to its body with bloody bandages, and eat you. That, of course, is poppycock. But that a baby was killed and stuffed into the side of the building was true.

OK, maybe not a real ghost story, but one of my favorite spooky stories.

P.S. I'm still too scared to knock on it.

[zarathustra]

my, some interesting stuff coming out the woodwork here.

Now, it seems to me that all local legends are consisdered to be olde ones...stories passed down from our parents time as kids. How about more recent ones? Perhaps any that anyone feels they are even part of??

This isn't an issue of ego, just experience. A tackling-match with that which is preturnatural.

Do i have a LEGEND that fits this description? you betcha...
but, alas, this cafe tis closeing, and all the machines have to be turned off.

More tomorrow.

Thanks for the chills.

[zarathustra]

ah.....

If any of you try my above link from now on, you will not be taken to the page i originally spotted. It must have been cleared.

Most searches for HIGHGATE VAMPIRE on the above site will leave you short changed i'm afraid.

Best thing would be a google search.....or check out the british vampire society site.


So....anyways....

Legends. In 1997, in the Autumn months, my favourite time of year back then, after leaving a friends house one night, i decided to cut across the Heath to get home. Hampstead Heath is alleged to be the home of many ghost sightings and ominous reports of murder and the such. One of the most famous ghosts sightings are of Dick Turpin, the notorious highway robber, who roamed the heath back when it was wild land in the 1700's.
I had done this many times before, with company, and alone, with no thought to my safety, off course, being a man.It didn't occur to me to regard myself as being in any kind of potential danger. One makes sure that they are careful, yeah, but, off course, muggings and murder are events that plague other people.

This one night i didn't want to take that walk throught he Heath on my own. I felt scared. This had never happened before, as an adult. I could not account for why i should suddenly Fear going through the Heath on my own. All the same, knowing that my intuition more often than not was usually right on the money, i decided that somehting was up. Crazy as it seemed. So, i went around the Heath rather than go thru, but, intriuged still, wanted to know what i was picking up on.

It felt as if their was an area of the Heath that just felt heavy, tense, as if a very real but intangable wieght could be felt, as if the air had been pushed away from this certain area. It's hard to explain. But, it felt very wrong. I tried to divine where exactly this wrongness was coming from, so i tried to circumnavigate around where i percieved this to be coming from. Yet, when i became clear about where i thought this to be from, i didn't have the surety of my own cockiness to go any further. It felt too heavy, to real i guess.

The next day, i told my close friend that i was going to meet him from leaving our friends, but that somthing felt wrong on the Heath. I expected to have the piss taken out of me, for going on all Fox Mulder beacuase i had a hunch that i was picking up on somthing. I've always been considered flakey. But my friend said that he had flet somthing odd at the heath, and had decided to go straight home, earlier than he would have done.

Another friend of ours, who's boyfriend lived just by where i felt the tension, said that she was walking home thru the heath at around the same time i later told her sensed somthing wrong. She recounted that on her way home, she walked past a woman, a nurse, still in her uniform, a coat over her work garb, walking towards her, looking slightly shaken, appearing a little jumpy. Ok i though, this is odd, but, at least i am not making this all up.

a week later the local newspaper reported that a nurse had been raped, killed, and her body roughly thrown in the bushes of the path that my friend had been walking on. It was the same night that i had felt sensitive on, and it would have beeen not long after the time that all of us had been near the heath.

[redlotus88]

Pali Momi (Pearl Mountain) is a small hospital built on a hill in Aiea, near Pearl Harbor. The hospital has much talk about it being built over a graveyard. There are some locals who avoid the hospital because they think it is sinking into the earth,others have heard it is full of obake. The word is pronounced OH-bAK-AY. Ghosts. There are daily and nightly ghost sightings. The most frequently seen are several children who only speak Japanese. They also tend to hang in groups of wo or more at times and giggle. We have had many complaints about children running around the halls in the hospital and making too much noise. In fact, several patients were disturbed by children in their rooms to the extent that our boss put up signs -No children allowe in the hospital. Of course it did not help. No children ever get admitted to Pali Momi-, no teenagers either. They are not even allowd to visit. Visitors need to be out by eight-thirty in the evening and there are no waiting rooms.One man said a boy kept demanding that the bed was his. The boy sat in the chair and would not leave. There are adult ghosts,some visit patients, one ghost is dressed like a doctor. Staff sees these people. Only a few of the staff. Most are too afraid to. One of the night supervisors sees alot of them on her walks through the well lit halls at night. Some of them are solitary and some prefer the company of other ghosts or oddly enough, live people.I wonder if they are stuck involuntarily there at Pali Momi......and there is a mall by Pali Momi which has had its fair share of sightings......Downtown Honolulu is one of the most concentrated spots for ghosts. Obake downtown are more likely to have died violently. The Chinatown area had been burnt to the ground twice, and there are ghosts of dead sailors and prostitutes and homeless walking by the river front,apts so haunted residents have all sorts rituals they try to do to rid their homes of dead squatters. Hell money is burnt, religous symbols and Feng Shui objects placed. Locals take their obakes vey seriously here......

[Jezabel]