2017 – Ringing in the New Year!

PrintWith the advent of a new year, sensibilities rise to the forefront of our mind. Perhaps more than a birthday, the new year sings its own reverie to get our ducks in a row, to begin again to tow the mark, bids us to turn the page and start anew. Yes, the new year taunts us to envision the horizon and see the future by improving our focus. The festivities are over – winter is settling in and she proves to be a preponderance of resolution our inner being innately underscores in its need for reparation toward the achievement of our newest creative seeds and their triumphant emergence in the springtime for summer’s consumption and fall’s exuberance.

As a fledgling entrepreneur / small business connoisseur, having experienced equally great successes and failures, it is time to embrace the season and refresh business acumen, ideologies and direction. It is time to take successes into the future, and to comprehend lessons-learned from entrepreneurial failures of the past, in order to benefit clients, customers, readers and authors universally in our future.

In order to enact benefits, change is required. So, throughout the month of January 2017, change is the plan of the hour. And, will be introduced as the month progresses to enrich government and commercial clients and customers, as well as literary and non-fiction readers and authors.

Both dpInk Company Ltd. and DonnaInk Publications, L.L.C. wish each of you happiness, prosperity, and health throughout 2017!

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Haunted History – The Athens Mental Hospital

athensOk so, We already know that there are a ton of abandoned psychiatric establishments to investigate for ghosts, this one is no exception!  The Athens Mental hospital in Ohio is still mostly intact today, but a far cry from the magnificent structure that it had originally been, in the beginning.  Athens was one of the largest facilities for the insane in the United States.  It first opened its doors in January of 1874 and at that time mostly provided care to Civil War soldiers that were suffering with what we know today as PTSD.  But as all things do when you mix Doctor’s and crazy, things went bad quickly.

As years went on staff began to realize that they could put most of the patients to work at some of their various facilities, such as the farm  where the institution realized great profits.  Wasn’t long after that, they became greedy, taking on anyone that was brought there with intent on making profits.  To make matters worse, Athens had gained the reputation for being a good place to dump family members that you didn’t want to care for.  Grandma and Grandpa along with rebellious teenagers were quickly accepted.  By the 1950’s nearly 2000 patients were housed here, nearly triple the facility’s intended occupancy.

Besides unwanted family members, Athens was known to hold some of the most notorious of the criminally insane!  So, add in a little electro-shock therapy and of course the always popular Lobotomy and you’ve got a damn party right!  As you can imagine, most patients put every effort into behaving, but those that didn’t, well let’s just say their attitudes were adjusted quickly.

Some of these ill-behaved patients would be restrained for days at a time, or several of them could be crammed into a tiny holding cell that had been constructed to hold only 1 patient and of course there were the frequent and regular beatings by the staff.

There was always a reason to beat someone too, and if the beatings didn’t set them straight then there must have been something wrong with them right?! Yeah, those were the ones that were subjected to lobotomies.  Now, there were two methods of performing this procedure.  One was to remove the skull and then take out sections of the frontal lobe, If desired results were not obtained, there was always more brain to be removed!

lobotomyThe second method was to subject the patient to electro shock until they were unconscious, then drive an ice pick like tool into both eye sockets, one at a time of course, and then jiggle the tool back and forth, basically scrambling those sections of the frontal lobes.  We having fun yet!?

By the 1980’s such procedures were shunned, so the institution was then down sized to where around 300 patients were kept on site.  Many of the old buildings that were part of the institution were donated to Ohio State University, yeah, anybody want to move into one of these buildings? NOT!  Anyway by 1993 the entire institution was closed down.

So back to these college students.  Tons of them made reports of being awakened in the dead of night by disembodied screams.  Many of them also made reports of shadowy figures that lurked around the buildings, watching their every move.  But one of the most well known haunting of this building has left evidence that anyone can see at any time.

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On December 1st 1979 patient Margaret Schilling turned up missing.  Despite, obviously half-assed attempts to locate her, Margaret was nowhere to be found.  42 days later her body was found locked in an abandoned wing of the facility.  She was discovered naked, her clothes folded neatly beside her.  The creep factor here is about to go off the charts!  The poor bastards that actually found Margaret discovered that her corpse had been basically glued to the concrete floor by her bodily fluids.  No matter how many times or what chemical was used, the perfect outline of Margaret’s body is still there.

Margaret of course is well aware of the stain, she can sometimes be seen hovering around it or otherwise trying to escape the room where she perished.

flier1Stay tuned fro more stories like these or join me live on ARMED RADIO GLOBAL & TuneIn satellite Radio on Monday evenings, 7:00 Central  8:00 Eastern!

The “Twisted Southern Horror Queen” breaks 1000!

10 Episodes into the “Twisted Southern Horror Queen” show replays break 1000!  Come on over to the dark side, I’ll have plenty of haunted history and urban legends waiting for you!

The Waverly Hills Sanatorium – Haunted History

whDuring the 1800’s through early 1900’s the “white death” plague, otherwise known as tuberculosis, was ravaging the country.  White death was a terrifying, highly contagious and incurable illness.  This evil plague wiped out entire families, and in some cases, entire towns.  So in 1910 a hospital was built specifically to treat those that had been infected.  Sometimes entire families would be brought here, so as you may have guessed by now, this sucker was overcrowded quickly.  So, in 1924 another, much larger,  hospital was constructed, 2 years later the institution was functioning as Waverly Hills Sanatorium.

Now, white death was still incurable, so the thousands of patients that were treated there all died, some of them weren’t lucky enough to perish before experimental surgeries.  See, the doctors all knew that everyone who was admitted was going to die, it was just a matter of time.  These sick bastards took it upon themselves to start experimental surgeries in an attempt to beat the illness.  Many patients didn’t survive the surgery those that did, mostly died painful deaths.

Because at this time there were no known drugs to treat the illness with, Doctors thought that the best remedy was fresh air and sunlight.  The patients got healthy doses every day, no matter the weather or temperature.  That was mild considering the experimental trials though.  One technique was to surgically insert a balloon into the lungs another involved removing ribs and muscles around the lungs, both supposedly to allow the lungs to take on more oxygen.  So these patients are already miserable, can’t breath, running insanely high fevers and now they’re in even more pain due to the effects of these surgeries, if they made it that far at all.

So, as you can imagine, there was pretty much always a line of meat wagons coming through to pick up these corpses.  Well, the operators of this facility were at least humane enough to make an attempt to keep up patient morale.  That’s when the body chute was constructed.  So, the body chute was a tunnel that was carved through the side of the hill, it met up with a train track below where bodies would be loaded onto railway cars and carted away to wherever.

By the late 1930’s white death was beginning to play out and by 1943 new medicines had all but extinguished it’s wrath in the United States.  In 1961 Waverly Hills was closed down but reopened one year later as Woodhaven Geriatrics Sanatorium.

Now, while serving as an old folks home, rumors began circulating that there were unusual experiments being done on unwilling patients.  In these days, electroshock therapy was quite popular and the technique was being used to treat ailments of all kinds at Woodhaven.  So even if Grandpa was sane when he checked in, usually a few weeks later he was bat shit crazy.  Electro-therapy was also used to keeps the patients in line so if Grandma didn’t eat her beans she probably got shocked into submission.  Obviously there’s some defect because everyone should eat their beans, right?!

Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, throughout the 60’s and 70’s massive budget cuts had taken hold.  Conditions had deteriorated badly.  The facility was grossly understaffed, patient neglect and mistreatment was on the rise.  It was an ordinary occurrence for patients to be caged or chained in place, sometimes sleeping one on top of the other due to overcrowding as well.  In 1982 the state became involved and began an investigation, Woodhaven Geriatrics was shut down immediately.

Now that we know the history of the building, it makes it easier for us to understand the legends behind these ghosts.

With such a shit-sational background as this, there’s no wonder why there are tons of well documented encounters and occurrences on these grounds!

For starters, it wasn’t unusual to see rooms lit up,  when the building was abandoned in ruins and had no power.  There is even a ghostly hearse that pulls up to the back door and drops off coffins, when the driver returns to the car, it takes off and disappears into the darkness.

There are of course they typical slamming doors, disembodied voices and footsteps and lets not forget the cries and moans of the unfortunate patients.  And then there are ghosts, and a whole lot of them.  Two children for sure.  A little girl that can be seen running up and down the third floor solarium and a boy that is frequently seen playing with a leather ball.

There have been numerous encounters with the cook, a spector in a white coat that never seems to leave the kitchen.  Those that have encountered him also state that they can smell food cooking, most notably, fresh baked bread.

Now the fifth floor seems to be the hot spot here, and there is a good reason for that.  This is where the mentally insane white death patients were housed.  In the center of this floor there are two nurses stations, the patients were isolated to either side, and both sides opened at the other end onto a patio type area on the roof.  With these poor bastards kept far from view of other patients, they were the ones that bore the brunt of experimental treatments.  Many of them flung themselves from the roof top patio.

The nurses station is still staffed too, well kind of.  in 1928 the head nurse hung herself in room 502, this room was part of the nurses station.  In 1932 another nurse that worked in that same room, inexplicably  fled from the room and threw herself off of the roof top patio.  Both of these ladies are still on staff and can be encountered near or in room 502, but be careful if you decide to visit.  One of these ladies has a nasty disposition and has no problem telling visitors to “Get Out!” her voice has been recorded during several paranormal investigations.

The fourth floor is very active as well.  Most encounters are experiences when there are no flashlight or lanterns in use.  Patients and doctors alike can be see roaming the halls, going from room to room.

Investigations are still ongoing and every one produces more sightings, voices and otherwise creepy occurrences.  There is no way to document the number of souls that still reside here. Some are silent and do nothing other than show up, like the ones that can be seen resting in their beds on the solarium. Some are angry, no shit right?!  These are the ones that throw things, slap, pinch, hit, bite and scream when they are disturbed.

Some want to play, and are known to roll a ball towards visitors as an invitation.  Some want help, like the woman that frequently runs from the front doors sobbing while blood gushes from her wrists.

Besides the interior of the sanatorium there is still the body chute.  Imagine how many tormented souls walked alongside their bodies while they were being taken to the train to be loaded up like produce from some morbid harvest.

So if you’d like to check this wicked haunted Sanatorium out for yourself, it is available for tours.

The Dibbuk Box

dbSo, this beautiful wine box enters the market at an estate sale.  It previously was owned by a woman that lived to be 103 years old.  Prior to the old woman passing, she requested that the box be buried with her.  Because this was not typical to Jewish rituals, the Rabbi refused her last request, leaving her family responsible for the care of her personal possessions.

It’s September 2001 and there is a huge estate sale in Portland Oregon where the old woman’s belongings were being auctioned away by her grandchildren.  A local cabinet maker lays eyes on this unique piece and immediately feels compelled to buy it.  At the end of the auction, the cabinet maker is approached by the grand daughter who informs him of his grandmothers last wish.  She goes further and tells the guy that her grandmother always said that the box must never be opened.

The old woman was the only member of her family that survived Nazi concentration camp.  Her parents, brother, sister, husband and three children were all murdered at the same camp.  She survived by escaping with some other prisoners to Spain where she lived until the end of the war when she came to the United States.    The wine box had been purchased in Spain along with two other items that the woman brought with her when she
relocated.

The cabinetmaker began to feel that maybe he should leave the wine box with the family, certainly it had some sentimental value.  He offered the box back to the grand daughter who immediately refused.  He assured the woman that he did not want a refund, he would gladly return it to her as a good deed.  The Grand Daughter became irrational, she starts crying and screaming, demanding that the man leave immediately, and so he did,
with his newly purchased relic.

So the cabinet maker brings the box to his shop and puts it away with intentions of refinishing it and giving it to his mother for her upcoming birthday.  So the next day after he opens his shop, then leaves to run some errands.

Not 30 minutes later, his cell phone rings, it’s the girl that works for him.  She’s frantic and babbling into the phone about someone being in the shop with her.   She could hear glass breaking and swearing and on top of that, all of the security exits and the gate were inexplicably locked, she couldn’t get out.  As soon as the shop owner hears what’s going on, his cell phone goes dead.

So, he hauls ass back to his shop. When he arrives he finds the gates and doors still locked.  he finally gets into the shop to find his distraught employee curled into a fetal position under the front counter, she’s still sobbing hysterically.  So, he mans up and starts walking through the shop, as he’s looking around he sees that every light bulb in the shop has been shattered.  From regular screw in bulbs to 4 foot fluorescents, every light bulb had
been destroyed.  Not only was there the mess to contend with but the entire shop smelled strongly of cat urine.  No the guy didn’t have a cat.

So he goes back to check on his employee, he finds that she’s gone.  She’s never returned to work and refuses to talk about what happened to this day.  So a few days later the mess is cleaned up and the light bulbs are replaced, Moms birthday is coming up so he decides to get to work restoring the cabinet.  So what does he do? He opens the damned thing.  Inside he finds a 1925 and 1928 wheat penny, a lock of blonde hair and a lock of brown hair, a
dried rosebud, a small gold wine cup, a small granite statue and a cast iron candle stick holder.

The shop owner puts all of the contents into a box and returns them to the estate, they adamantly refused to take them.  So he’s back to restoring the wine box.  Upon closer examination he decides not to refinish it but to give it a good rub down with lemon oil.  Well, he would definitely have it ready for Mom’s birthday.  The next morning
he gets a call that Mom is going to stay with her sister for the next 2 days and that they will celebrate when she returned, which just happened to be October 31, Halloween.

So Mom gets back in town comes to his shop and he presents her with the box. Before he’s able to hear her response he has to leave to take a call.  While on his call one of his employees runs in screaming that something’s wrong with his Mother.

He runs into the room to find her completely unresponsive, tears rolling down her face. So Mom goes to the hospital by ambulance, once she’s stabilized they realize that she can’t speak and has partial paralysis.  In order for her to communicate, she is given a notebook with the alphabet written down on it, she points to spell words.

The first thing she says is NO GIFT.  Her son laughs, thinking that she had forgotten about the wine box.  He assured her that he had given her a gift.  She starts pointing at the notebook and spells out HATE GIFT.  A few days later since Mom hated the wine box, he gives it to his sister, two days later she returns it and says that the doors won’t stay closed.  He looks it over sees no problem with it and a few days later, he offers it to his brother.

Three days later he brings it back says that the box smells like jasmines and his wife said it smelled like cat urine.  So, he gives it to his girlfriend, she brings it back in two days and tells him to sell it.  So he puts it for sale in his shop and the next day a young couple purchased it. Well, three days later he goes to open his shop for the day and finds the box sitting in front of the door with a note on it.  It said: This has a bad darkness.

So the guy winds up taking it home with him, it’s then that he begins to see what the problem was.  Every night since he brought it home he has had the same nightmare.  He’s walking next to a friend and at some point he turns to look into their eyes, he finds something evil staring back at him and then his friends face began to change, turning into a gruesome and demonic looking hag who proceeds to beat the living shit out of him.  When
he wakes up the next morning he’s bruised and scratched.

So a few weeks into his nightly pummellings, his brother and his wife and his sister all come over to visit for the weekend.  The first morning they’re all gathered at the table for coffee His sister begins complaining about having had a nightmare the same one that she had had before.  She starts describing the dream and the room gets quiet.  They had all had the same dream, at that point he calls his girlfriend and asks her if she’d had the dream, sure enough, she had.

After this, the shit hits the fan.  Shadowy creatures begin lurking through his house, he’s not the only one seeing them, his guests and neighbors saw them as well. He puts the box outside in a storage unit only to be awoken by the fire alarm that night.  He goes to the unit to see what the hell is going on, he opens the door and is nearly knocked down by the smell of cat urine but nothing was on fire.  He goes back inside and finds that his house now smells like cat urine.

So, he goes back to the unit, grabs the box and begins to investigate it on the internet.  He dozes off and somewhere around 4:30 he’s woken by the smell and feel of something breathing on the back of his neck.  When he looks around he sees a large shadowy figure dart out of the door and down the hall.

So now that he’s awake, he lists the box on e-bay with a detailed outlay of his experiences, the box sells to Jason Haxton who is a museum director.  So now Haxton has a bit of history to add to the legend.

Since acquiring the box, Haxton has had prophetic dreams along with an array of health issues ranging from vision loss to hives, and his house is infested with shadowy creatures that float across the floor.  So why hasn’t he got rid of the damned thing?  Well, Haxton deems himself the caretaker.  The box is safer in his hands than in the hands of some poor unsuspecting bystander.  Since the paranormal activity began, Haxton has spent hours researching the box and the Dibbuk that is latched to it.   He has personally consulted with scientists, kabbalists, wiccans, priests and paranormal professionals.

For the past few years the box has been sealed inside a acacia chest lined in 24 carat gold.  It has been rendered neutral for the most part.

Haxton has informed his entire family that he wishes to be buried with it, just like the 103 year old woman that owned it from the beginning.  His wishes were the same; to keep it safe and protect everyone else as well.  But in the meanwhile Haxton has written a book and signed a movie deal.  The film “Possession” was released in the United States in August 2012.

Tune me in and Turn me on!

flier1Author Lyn Gibson shares urban legends and haunted history every Monday evening!  All horror – all hour, just the way we like it!  Tune in at TUNEIN Satellite Radio or stream live at ARMED RADIO GLOBAL!  Replays on SPREAKER

Tour the Twisted mind of Author Lyn Gibson

flier1Stream me live or tune me in on TUNEIN Satellite Radio, Monday nights! This week I’m hooking you up with a gruesome New Orleans legend and a little something special in celebration of Halloween! My guest this week is my friend Scott Baker, author of several gore ridden trilogies and a whole lot more!