So, 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.
With 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.
Ok 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.
The 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!?
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During 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.
Author Lyn Gibson 