Today is a special edition of Random Links of the day. Filled with creepy goodness! In this edition we take a look at everything from suspected real world Vampires, Jack of the Lanterns, King Charles being related to Vlad the Impaler, Real World Zombie Bunkers and more!
Now the following Ghost Story Anthology comes from an amazing occult writer on here named Neptune’s Dolphins. Neptune’s Dolphins is the best at all the subjects he writes about. And I guarantee if you follow this writer you will not regret it!
The feast of Saint George the Dragon Slayer is normally a good Feast. But on the Eve or vespers of a Saint’s day, evil spirits and evil witches gain their strongest powers. It’s their way to mock holiness. But contrary to popular belief it isn’t just evil spirits out tonight. All sorts of beings are out.
Werewolves are out and about on this night. Some of them are good and others are bad. Some of them are shape shifting witches who learned to transform. Some are people who were cursed. And some gained an ability from a relative to enter Wolf form.
Who knows what they’re up to tonight? At least the Romanian version of Werewolves. In North America they’re active on St. Mark’s Eve not St. George’s Eve.
Then of course we have Will-O’-the-wisps also known as Ignes Fatui (giddy flames). Also known as Ghost Lights and Corpse Lights. These are spirits that take on the form of the classic ghost orbs you have probably seen or heard of from television. Not only do they exist in European culture. But also in some indigenous American cultures.
But not all Will-O’-the-wisps are ghosts.
In Mexico they are normally Hags or Demon Witches. Practitioners of black magic who delved so deeply into the darkness that they became demons while still alive. In death they get even stronger. This is not to be confused with the title of Hag used by some Covens. This specific hag is not a human witch.
It refers to a whole class of formally human witches who became demons or demon-human hybrids through sinister practices.
But most of these lights are associated either with Faeries or with deceased human souls. The main belief in Europe, is as follows. When Saint George’s Eve comes around, the dead, and even spirits associated with treasures (which includes a few demons) will appear as flames or lights. These lights will then hover around places where there’s buried treasure. Really brave (or greedy) people will venture out at night hoping to find such spirits.
And then either dig up the treasure then and there. Or mark the place somehow to find it again the next day.
Granted, this is a dangerous practice because the spirit could kill, curse, or even possess the would be treasure hunter. Something I recommend is to never steal treasures from spirits. My Native Shaman had been haunted by a spirit who buried money with her dead father. We never knew how they acquired this money together. But we figured it probably wasn’t legal.
But we let his soul stay with that money. My family had a similar run in with the spirit of a dead land owner from Spanish colonial times. The house they lived in had previously been his property. But the treasure was under some kind of Boulder. And no matter what was done, the rock wouldn’t break.
Not even with drills. My grandmother who practiced magic, correctly concluded that the treasure would never belong to us.
Some of these spirits are dead pirates or road thieves who buried their treasures prior to death. Perhaps even being captured and hanged before they could enjoy their stolen bounty. Or sometimes regular people who hid their treasures to feed their families later. But had died before revealing their locations.
The Moroi are a type of Vampire that falls under two distinct categories. One is a physical psychic vampire that drains the energy of the living. The other is a non-corporeal Ghost Vampire. Much like the Asian Hungry Ghost, feeds on the energy of living creatures. Moroi are often the subjects of debate.
In one story they are mortal Vampires. In another a vengeful ghost who feeds off of energy. Sometimes the Moroi are said to be demonic spirits who possess the living. This includes animals such as Bears. Living Vampires also become undead Vampires in death.
This is probably why the Moroi appears as all three types of creatures. In death they may have the option to become a regular parasitic ghost. Or a demon.
StrigoiMort are a type of witch vampire. In fact the word itself is actually for witches. Simply it has become so associated with these vampires that extra terms have been added to tell the difference. From the Latin word Strix for witch. Italian Strega.
And Slavic Shtriga. In order to differentiate from a human witch or wizard they use different terms. Such as Strigoi viu, or Strigele, living strigoi or living witch. The undead vampire witch are called Strigoi Mort or dead witch. In Romania dead evil witches tend to become vampires.
However, it’s all confusing. Because some argue that a Strigele is like a Moroi. That it is unholy and will become a vampire witch in death. But to me that’s just Christian bias. They think witches are all satanic.
Obviously not all Romanian Witches become these creatures. There are several types of benevolent witches that use sorcery to fight these creatures. And even create talismans and amulets for protection. In several legends, Romani people (Gypsies) have played key roles in fighting and defeating vampires and other demons. There are legends of Gypsy vampire hunters as a matter of fact.
But that’s a rabbit hole for another day.
Strigoi Mort are immortal and also have magical powers. They are said to control the Moroi. Some legends state that the Moroi are the living children of two Strigoi who mated. So these vampires are interrelated. Why the immortality isn’t passed on isn’t explained.
Because they are also witches, they have a wide variety of powers. From invisibility to shape shifting. The Strigoi are thought to originally have come from Dacian religion. The belief that these are condemned souls. They were unworthy to enter the heavenly Kingdom of the God Zalmoxis.
And thus spend their eternity as vampires. From the Dacians, the Romanians inherited these creatures.
It’s said that the forces of evil meet at the boundaries of their cities or towns at sunset. These could be vampires, evil human witches, evil werewolves, or straight up fallen spirits from hell. Here they plan and plot what they are going to do to people until next St. George’s Eve. The Vampires steal life essence from people and animals to power themselves up. When doing this, they also steal skills or abilities the animals or human has for themselves.
For instance, if they feed on the energy of a venomous snake, they will produce the same venom. And the poor snake is left with nothing. If they feed on a computer programmer, they will gain his or her knowledge of programming. And the knowledge will vanish from the minds of their victims. And still yet it can be something else too.
Let’s say your talents are something else. Maybe you have a special charisma with someone of the opposite or same sex. This vampire can take away your charm for themselves to mate. And you’ll be as charming as a penny on the road.
“May.—I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Count, directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me; but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent, and pretended that he could not understand my German. This could not be true, because up to then he had understood it perfectly; at least,
He answered my questions exactly as if he did. He and his wife, the old lady who had received me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter, and that was all he knew. When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula, and could tell me anything of his castle,
Both he and his wife crossed themselves, and, saying that they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask any one else, for it was all very mysterious and not by any means comforting.
Just before I was leaving, the old lady came up to my room and said in a very hysterical way:
“Must you go? Oh! young Herr, must you go?” She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew, and mixed it all up with some other language which I did not know at all. I was just able to follow her by asking many questions. When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again:
“Do you know what day it is?” I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again:
“Oh, yes! I know that! I know that, but do you know what day it is?” On my saying that I did not understand, she went on:
“It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?” She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, but without effect. Finally she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting.
It was all very ridiculous but I did not feel comfortable. However, there was business to be done, and I could allow nothing to interfere with it. I therefore tried to raise her up, and said, as gravely as I could, that I thanked her, but my duty was imperative, and that I must go. She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me.
I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind. She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary round my neck, and said,
“For your mother’s sake,” and went out of the room. I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck. Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
– Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Abraham “Bram” Stoker’s Dracula
Things to watch out for
There will be an influx of Calling Ghosts or Calling Spirits. This is an umbrella term for paranormal entities across a wide spectrum that are well known for calling out your name. Sometimes they even make themselves sound like people you know, women and children or animals in trouble. This is all to lure you away to a secluded spot for nefarious purposes. Don’t fall for it.
In Cuba we’re even warned to never answer a voice calling your name unless you know who it is. During this time, there are vampires who call out your name to try and get you to answer. Avoid being outside especially on the road or sidewalk. But as stated before, this is a time when evil spirits congregate and plan out what they are going to do for the rest of the year. So watch out.
This is the first Eve of Saint George. But there’s another in May. So be prepared. The best way to protect yourself is with garlic which wards off evil spirits. I use garlic salt.
Best of both worlds. Spirits try to enter homes through every nook and cranny. Vampires for instance can enter through keyholes. So make sure you have warded your home and yourself. If you think all of this is old superstitions and nonsense, then good luck.
1) Vampire Universe : The Dark World of Supernatural Beings that Haunt us, Hunt us, and Hunger for us by Johnathan Maberry (2006)
In countries and communities of Latin America, even in the north of America, there are stories told of the Crying Woman. Children are warned of going too close to lakes or ponds or other bodies of water at night. Sometimes during the day as well. She is a spirit of Vengeance, one who does not yield nor relent.
The First Wailing Women
The Aztec version of the first Wailing Woman was the Goddess Coatlicue (serpent skirt). She isn’t just the Mother of the Gods. She is also the Patron of women and children who die in childbirth. It’s said that when the Spaniards conquered the Aztecs, a vision of her was seen wailing in sadness for her people. For she saw the dark future that awaited them.
Then we have the case of the Goddess Brighid
Brighid had married a human king and had sons with him. But one day her family died in a battle. And the result was that she wailed endlessly over their bodies. This started the Irish tradition of keening. Or wailing for the dead.
This is where the mourning women at funerals come from. And the legends go on with the Banshee of Ireland or the Cihuateolt of Mexico. Or apparitions in Catholic countries of mourning women in mourner garbs. Or mourning women from the Victorian era who haunt old houses. We even have one of those here in Florida.
Wailing Women or women in white started out as Goddesses in my research. Divine women from various backgrounds and eras. Who cried out in agony at several turning points in history. But where does she come from? Most people say this is a Latin American tradition. I disagree, I have seen a depiction of a Wailing Woman in almost every culture.
People in North America were first introduced to a concept of the Ladies in White in the pilot episode of the TV series Supernatural. Here, Sam and Dean Winchester, encounter an American Lady in White. One of the few times they ever got the folklore right in that show. Sam even mentions, when explaining what they are, that these types of spirits can be found all over the world.
Typically, as explained in that episode, women in white are women that were abandoned by an unfaithful man. They usually bare children to that man, then in a fit of rage, some might say, temporary insanity (like Sam mentions) the woman takes her anger out on the children. They blame them for the abandonment of the spouse, and kill their children as revenge against the Father. Usually by disposing of them in a river, lake, pond etc. The children drown. But when they come to their senses and realize what they have done, they commit suicide the same way.
Cursed, the condemned soul of the newly created Woman in White or Weeping woman returns to the scene of the crime. She searches for her missing children, the problem is, she can’t find them. She doesn’t know where they are. So the town’s people in all the cultures report hearing the deceased women weeping all night long.
Sometimes even shrieking in anger and frustration. As you can imagine, for a person in a town or city to hear this in the middle of the night is unnerving. This gives way to anger, and a desire to kill any unfaithful man that they find. They become Vengeance Ghosts. Angry spirits who exist only for pay back, for the desire to punish the guilty party, or just someone, anyone for their own crimes. In some cases, the Wailing Women will go after men in general. Not caring if they are good or bad. In other cases, Wailing Women are just plain evil. Not going after guilty victims like the usual ones. In these cases, Wailers try to kidnap and murder children.
A really nasty story of such a Wailing Woman can be found in Guatemala. Unlike the more innocent Llorona in Mexico, this Lady in White, killed her babies because a man she wanted did not want her or his children. After drowning the babes in a lake, she went off and lived a very long life. Only when she finally died, did the universe pay her back. She awakened as a spirit, bound to the Lake where she had killed the children, which angered her even more. So now she takes out her rage on stray children that wander too close to bodies of water in that country. Which leads us to another interesting facet about these entities. Some are more powerful than others. The Lady in White in Guatemala can apparently control more than one body of water. The normal ones are Loci (location) specific spirits with power only in the places they died.
So there is no safe water source for a child there. They are always in danger near water. This is not the first time I have heard of that. It seems that some ghosts can grow stronger and smarter over time. Some can develop a wide variety of powers. In these cases they can or are almost on the same level of power as a non human entity. This is in stark contrast to the paranormal theory that human spiritis are weaker than non-human spirits. That’s why there is such a wide range of abilities a ghost can have.
In India, similar dead women exist who haunt lonely roads and murder men or even women who travel there. I’ve been told before that it’s almost like a time loop when you encounter these women. You pass a random woman just standing at the side of the road. And the next thing you know she is either ahead of you in the same side of road or standing in the middle of it. In this capacity, wailing women are not always haunting rivers.
They can also haunt roads and street corners as well. And some are like “Resurrection Mary” of American lore. They ask for a ride home or to a certain intersection and suddenly they vanish. But unlike Resurrection Mary, who is a benign spirit, this version of wailing women will haunt the man who gives them a ride. It seems not all of them can kill.
So they resort to tormenting their male victims. Some also harm people indiscriminately of whether they are men or women. Children or the elderly. Some pretend to be in trouble to lure well meaning people to their aid. And this just leads to them being killed.
Not all of them dress in white either. In India they can be dressed in various garbs or whatever. Mexicans who crossed the border, have said that they encountered wailing women there. They believe these are deceased border jumpers who were harmed either by the coyotes (smugglers), other travelers, or even the various militias or immigration officials hunting them. Whatever the story, even on the border no one is safe.
In Mexico, Women in White can transform into horse headed women. These women are similar to the Selkies of English folklore. These beings are normally called Sihuanaba the Sihuanaba are usually their own type of creature. However the Llorona seem to also take this form sometimes, luring men to bodies of water to be drowned.
It would seem that the trend in women dying horrible deaths associated with unfaithful men or dead beat men, bred a strange evolution of ghost on the other side. Vengeance Ghosts already being an off shoot in their own right. So this is the reason that so many of these female ghosts, are following identical or near identical patterns. Perhaps it’s even possible that these women have a similar spiritual wavelength. That their thoughts or feelings or desires are so similar or similar enough, that they have collectively evolved.
Perhaps evolution doesn’t end with life, it just changes form in death.
Now to finish, I should mention that in the media, the most popular Llorona (Crying Woman) is the Mexican one. As I said before, there are several versions of this story because they are all different women who had similar traumatic experiences. The story in Mexico is about a peasant indigenous woman. Her real name is lost to time, but most people say it was either Maria or Rosita. The story goes that she was the most beautiful young woman in her town.
But she was not interested in a relationship. Some say that she was in love with a particular young man. Others claim, that she was vain and selfish desiring only status and power. I tend to reject the negative portrayel of her. Because as a person of mixed descent living under European colonialism, I can tell you that stereotypical portrayals of bad women are all too common.
Especially when it’s a native woman and a white man. The man was not only a white Spaniard, but a member of the Elite Criollo (Creole) families in Mexico. Specifically he was a land baron like his family before him. Maria or Rosita was said to be entranced by him. He began to woo her even serenading her under the night sky.
Eventually, she gave into him and they married. Although other stories maintain they could not marry because of the racial hierarchy the Spanish Colonies of the time. In those tales it is said she became his “Indian wife”. Spaniards since the Conquistador times, would have legitimate marriages with white women. But would also be permitted under the Colonial system to sleep with native women and have a sort of civil union with them.
Sometimes (if it were a wealthy Spaniard) passing on properties or titles like the “royal bastards” of Kings. Indian wives were the kept women of powerful colonial masters. The Church more or less recognized these unions but only to an extent. In this story, which was the story I was told and her name here is Rosita, she was his lover for years, eventually bearing two young sons. They would have special rendezvous so that he could also meet with his sons.
But one day, he told her he was being pressured into an arranged marriage with a Spanish Noblewoman to gain more lands. She was enraged at the fact that he was going to marry someone else despite their years long relationship. In an act of temporary madness, she drowned both her sons in river. She hadn’t actually realized she was enacting her fantasy of drowning him in the river until she enacted it on her sons.
She snapped out of it, realized what she had done, gone after them to try and save them, and died in the attempt. Another version of that story says the Land Baron was angry she shut him out and refused his advancements. So he, not her, had killed the children (who were apparently from another marriage). Which led to her diving in after them and dying with them. Whatever the case may be, it is said that soon after, the Town’s people began to see apparitions of Rosita/Maria near the river, in the same white dress she was buried in.
Her wailing was so loud, it awakened the village every night. In yet another version of the story, after killing her children she went all the way to Heaven. But when God asked her where her children were. She said she didn’t know, and God told her she could not stay until her children came back with her. Now, how anyone would know this happened is beyond me. Maybe the Ghost told someone a long time ago. Or a shaman saw it in a vision. Who knows.
The Llorona in San Diego
Those are all the versions I have heard. Now, I will tell you all a story about a friend I had who lived in San Diego, California. She lived in apartments there. But California, is one of those states with odd Paranormal activity.
It is true, that if you research enough you will find Paranormal Acitvity anywhere. Or some legend or ghost story here and there. But Florida, New York, California, Hawaii, the Ozarks, and Louisiana seem thus far to be the most haunted of areas here. My ex girlfriend, an accomplished witch and medium once told me she would never want to live in Florida. Because of how “messed up” the energy here is. Similarly, that same messed up vibration can be felt in California by some.
The Elders always say that our Spirits travel with us wherever we go. Others do not believe that and think that our ancestral spirits stay in the homeland. I can tell you that the former is true and the latter is a lie. I am always in touch with local spirits. On a daily basis I have seen all sorts of creatures that are not in any books I have ever read.
But their energies are still unique to whatever land they came from. A unique aura to them that distinguishes them from native spirits. In California, where there is a heavy indigenous population from Mexico, some of the south native spirits traveled with them. Among them was a Weeping Woman. But this one didn’t try to kill men.
What she wanted was children. My friend at the time, Annie encountered one. I changed her name I for privacy. She is a powerful Soothsayer. Soothsayers are a subcategory of Seers and Mediums.
They have prophetic powers and can see and feel things in greater detail than a regular psychic. Her children inherited her powers. One night, she told me that a spirit that had not manifested before was suddenly there. And it was a Wailer. It wanted her children.
Somehow, she must have bound herself to someone there and they brought her over with them. The Wailer was a meztiza (1) woman. She had a round face with a brown mole on the right side of her mouth. She would never move her lips, she just had a grim expression, and a voice that would manifest out of nowhere. She seemed to be manifesting it with her mind.
She kept singing a lullaby in her language to them but it still had no effect. I always wondered if this was because of their own innate strength in the spirit world. It still managed to get their attention however.
The entity looked like a whisp of smoke below the waste and above looked almost like a normal woman except that she was transparent. And that horrible, grim expression. Just blank like someone who had gone through a traumatising experience. If the stories are true, that may explain why. And rather than white, she wore purple with a black veil.
The veil covered her head. But her face was left uncovered. It was a shawl like those common to Spanish speaking Turtle Island. They lived on the second floor of the apartment complex and it would just hoover there. Staring. Trying to get the children out.
She tried to enter the apartment and could not. It was being repelled by Annie’s wards. Annie, eventually discovered the entity. She performed a ritual to cross the poor soul over to the other side. It looks like she thought if she could kill Annie’s children, it would allow her to be with them in death. She wanted her family back. Annie set the poor soul free.
And never again to my knowledge did such an entity try to harm hers or any other children there. There have only been four cases I was involved in, and one indirectly involved in, where children were in some kind of danger. And sadly, each one was worst than the last.
These children were lucky to have a witch for a mother. Annie, through her knowledge of magics, was able to save the day. So the next time your children tell you about their imaginary friends, pay attention. Especially if their description is awful. You never now what is roaming around with a perchant for innocent blood.