Archive for 2012-07-22

Twin Girls (Scary!)

Unsolved mystery - There was a married couple who lived in a rural area of Spain. Their house was a modest little cottage, located on the edge of a busy main road. They had two daughters who were both twin girls.

As they grew up, the twin girls were very well-behaved. They never fought or argued. They lived happily together and hated to be separated.

One day, the mother had to go to the shop and buy some milk and bread. She didn’t want to leave the girls on their own so she brought them with her. Grasping both girls by the hand, the mother led them across the busy road.

Unfortunately, the mother had forgotten to look both ways before she crossed the street. Just as they neared the other side, she heard a loud screech and then a horrible crunching sound as her daughters’ tiny hands were torn out of her grasp.

When the mother twirled around to look, she screamed in horror at what she saw and collapsed on the sidewalk. The twin girls had been run over by a huge truck. The bloody remains of the twin girls were splattered across the road.

The mother began crying and sobbing hysterically. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two big streaks of red that stained the road.

At the funeral the father tried to confort his wife, but she was inconsolable. Over and over, she screamed “This is all my fault! This is all my fault!”

Four years later, the mother and father still lived in the same house beside the road where their daughters had perished. The woman became pregnant again. The couple were surprised when the doctors told them that they would be having twins again.

The parents rejoiced when their two little girls were born. This happy event caused the mother to forget the tragedy of the past. As the twin girls grew up, their mother and father were careful never to mention the previous children. They acted as if the deceased girls had never existed.

One day, the two little twin girls were playing in the garden. Their mother came out and told them to come with her to the shop. As they stood at the edge of the road, the mother took hold of the hands of the two girls and held them tightly.

Suddenly, as the mother began walking across the road, the girls began to struggle and tried to slip out of their mother’s grasp.

“No, Mommy! Don’t hold us!”, cried the twin girls in unison. “We don’t want to die again!”

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Haunted Hotel Room 310

Unsolved mystery - This is the true story of a haunted hotel room in Oregon. The hotel owners have tried to hush up the story for fear that noon will visit their establishment, but the name of it is The Oregon Caves Chateau.

A woman was driving back to her home in California from Washington to California. It was late evening and snow had begun to fall before she finally reached the little Oregon town where she planed to spend the night. Tired and ready for a hot meal and a goodnight’s sleep, she stopped at the first place she came upon. It was an old hotel on the main street. The lobby had a musty odor. The seedy clerk behind the desk signed herin. Her room was on the third floor -Room 310.

An elderly bellhop helped herewith her luggage. As soon as the door was opened, a blast of hot air struck the woman full in the face. With the hot air came something else, something she could not define but that filled her with dread. It was heavy and depressing, she explained, “with the strong scent of the evil.“ She felt as if she was about to faint. All she said was, “It’s awfully hot.” The bellhop tinkered with the radiator knobs. Then he opened the window and left. The room began to cool off, but the feeling of despair and dread grew stronger. It centered on the open square of black window space. The terror seemed to speak in her mind. She thought she could sense a voice whispering to her. Compelling her to do something terrible. “Go to the window,” it said. “Throw yourself out!”

She couldn’t seem to resist the urge to jump out the window to what she knew would be certain death. She clawed at the bedsheets, trying to restrain herself from walking towards the open window. Terrified, the woman eventually summoned the strength and crawled out of the room. She rushed down to the lobby and shouted to the staff that she couldn’t stay another minute.

She explained, “I was sure that if I stayed the night, I’d be dead by morning.” She was prepared to sacrifice the money she’d already paid just to leave, but when she went, the clerk never asked what was wrong or if she wished to try another room. He returned the full cash amount to her.

She checked into another hotel and had planned to be on her way early the next morning. Instead she decided to stay over a day and look into the history of the old hotel to see if she could discover the reason for her terrifying experience there. She visited the local library to make a few inquiries. An elderly librarian sat behind the desk. “I’m just wondering,” the woman said tentatively. “Did anything shocking ever happen in the old hotel?” The librarian looked at her strangely. “How did you come upon that bit of history?”she asked. “It took the hotel a long time to squash the story.” The librarian went on to tell what had happened.

One evening back in 1948 a couple checked into the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Smith. The next morning hotel employees found the young womans body lying on the sidewalk outside the hotel beneath Room 310. The man who had registered as her husband had disappeared. “At first it was ruled suicide,” the librarian concluded. “But then they pried open her fist and found it clutched a handful of dark curly hair, not her own. So they made a search for the murderer. But he was never found . . . “By the way,” the librarian suddenly added,”isn’t that a coincidence! It all happened on November 5th, forty years ago yesterday. “


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Mystery of Black dolls

From Unsolved mystery - In Japan, there was a single mother who lived alone with her new-born baby. She was not able to work and she had no living relatives and no friends to help her, so she found it very difficult to cope on her own.

One day, the mother went out shopping for groceries and left her baby at home alone. On the way home, she met with an accident and was killed. She was not carrying and identification at the time and the police were unable to figure out who she was. Nobody came forward to claim her body, so she was buried in an unmarked grave. She had no living relatives, which meant that nobody noticed her disappearance.

Two months later, the dead mother’s landlord noticed that he hadn’t recieved any rent from her. He visited her house and knocked on the door. When nobody answered, he opened the front door using his duplicate key. He went inside and found the house was in complete darkness. The electricity had been cut off.

He walked around in the dark, going from room to room. All of the woman’s furniture and clothing was still there. In the bedroom, he found a black doll lying in the middle of the floor. “She must have left in a hurry”, he said to himself. “She didn’t take anything with her.”

Then he heard a rustling noise. It was coming from the black doll. He bent down to pick it up, but the moment he touched it, the doll crumbled apart in his hands. Hundreds of cockroaches scurried away and all that was left was the skeleton of a baby.

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Dolls on the walls

Unsolved mystery - Since i can remember, this is the yuckiest doll story i have ever heard.

Her name was cathy, she had a doll. long blonde hair, she stood 9 inches tall. one day cathy was playing with her friend, as they were chatting, and ranting about her doll again.

the doll itself was hard to turn, within a mirror, it looked charred and burned. little cathy still loved to play, although her parents threw the doll away.

years went by, cathy grew. the loss of her doll was nothing new. her 18th birthday, with no cares, she tripped her mother down the stairs.

she took her daddys one last breath, and shook a knife up at his death. cathy killed them, they had to fall, she did it for her long lost doll.

next the cravings came to her, to make mommy and daddys brains dessert. she hoysted them up, with nails and a hook, deceased dolls on the walls, ready to cook.

she played with them first, as if still alive, then engaged in her thirst, drinking blood that had died. as this did just happen, the phone started to ring, cathy picked it up abrupt, a voice started to sing.

it was her beloved doll of old, right there on the telephone... the room started getting cold, cathys skin a greenish overtone. the doll demanded that she cut her own wrists, cathy repromanded, but "it is you that started this".

the phone just went blank, as did cathys stare, next the front door was cranked, right up in the air. there stood the doll, so delightful to cathy. it made its way closer, as it started its slashing.

cathy screamed out,"but i love you so", the doll then gleemed about, "ive come for your soul". she looked at her parents, and realized what she had done. but it was far too late, bloodfilled tears had over-run.

...the doll still lives, and strives when you want it to, but never re-tell the cathy is waiting, watching, and wanting a new doll like you...

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Butch Cassidy

Unsolved mystery - Some believe Butch Cassidy didn’t die in South America, but came back to the US with a new identity.

Robert LeRoy Parker, “Butch Cassidy”

Is William Phillips actually Butch Cassidy?


Was Butch’s body falsely identified?
The names Robert LeRoy Parker and Harry Alonzo Longabaugh don’t often ring a bell. That’s because they’re better known as the legendary outlaws from the late 1800s, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Paul Newman and Robert Redford starred in the celebrated film about their final days. The movie, like history, tells us that Butch and Sundance died in a shootout in South America. But some believe that Hollywood and history may be wrong. There is evidence that Butch Cassidy returned to the United States and died of natural causes.
Two years after Butch and Sundance were supposedly killed, a man named William Thadeus Phillips arrived in Spokane, Washington. He opened a successful machine shop and became a prominent businessman. According to writer James Dullenty, Phillips was a man without a past:
“The first definitive record of William Phillips was his marriage certificate dated May 14, 1908. There is no other previous record of William Phillips.  About 1922, the first reports began circulating in the West that Butch Cassidy had returned. And people began to say that Butch Cassidy was William Phillips.”

Phillips wrote the story of Butch Cassidy
Some see a resemblance between William Thadeus Phillips and George Butch Cassidy.  But if Phillips was Cassidy, then how did the outlaw escape from Bolivia? According to some historians, the account of how Butch and Sundance died can be credited to one man, Percy Seibert.
Seibert had worked with the outlaws at a tin mine in Bolivia and became friends with them. He was the one who identified the two men killed in the shoot out as Butch and Sundance. But writer Larry Pointer thinks that Seibert may have deliberately lied:
“I believe that Percy told the story of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’s death in Bolivia to pay back what he felt was a debt of loyalty and friendship, to allow these outlaws to begin a life under amnesty without a past.”
Larry Pointer is convinced that Butch Cassidy took on the identity of William Phillips.  As Phillips, he returned to the Wyoming mountains, where Butch and his outlaw gang had once cavorted. James Dullenty says he’s heard first hand reports about Phillips:
“We know the man who went with Phillips to Wyoming in 1933. This man died recently, but we have interviewed him. He was there all summer with Phillips and he met all the old timers that Philips met, and in almost every case, these old timers accepted Phillips as Cassidy.”

Cassidy’s brand was on Phillip’s gun

Author Dan Buck has researched the life and death of Butch Cassidy and is convinced that William Phillips was an imposter:
“Old timer stories are always the most interesting and the least reliable. The William Phillips story is chock full of old timer tales, people that claim they were good friends with Cassidy and knew Phillips was Cassidy. And usually it’s when asked by someone, when prompted by someone -- ‘Well, you were a good friend of Butch Cassidy’s weren’t you?’ -- and, of course. the answer is yes. Who wants to say no?”
In Wyoming, Phillips met a woman named Mary Boyd Rhodes. In 1934, Mary and her sixteen year old granddaughter, Ione, rode out to Phillips’ campsite:
“The man that my grandmother met that day was going by the name of William Phillips, and she knew him by the name of Leroy George Parker, who is known as Butch Cassidy. He recognized her immediately and she recognized him. I sensed that they had a relationship that I had never known much about. So my grandmother had finally told me that he was her childhood sweetheart.”
Three years later, Phillips mailed a ring to Mary. It was engraved: “George C. to Mary B.”  Phillips died soon afterwards. Dan Buck believes that Phillips pretended to be Cassidy for the fun of it:
“He traveled out to the west, he met some people, he probably got some free beers, he certainly got a lot of adventures out of it. But some people have recently done some photo comparisons of the two and established that they have different heads and different faces.   Cassidy basically had small features on a big head with a lantern jaw. And Phillips had more normal features with a more or less pointed chin, and his head was basically an inch or more lower than Butch Cassidy’s.”
But several other clues suggest that Butch and Phillips were one and the same. Phillips wrote a manuscript called “The Bandit Invincible: The Story of Butch Cassidy.” According to James Dullenty, it contained specific details about Butch’s adventures:
“There’s material in that manuscript that no one else knew and that had never been published, that either the man who wrote it had to have intimate knowledge of Cassidy, or he was Cassidy.”
Phillips owned this six-shot Colt revolver. Carved into the pistol grip was a unique brand.
Larry Pointer says it’s significant:
“That brand was the reverse E box E. That was Butch Cassidy’s brand in the 1890s.”
There seems to be at least some evidence that Butch Cassidy may have survived the shootout. But it was almost certainly the end of the road for the Sundance Kid.

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