The Russian Sleep Deprivation Experiment

This is a whacked out story about a crazy-assed experiment our friends the Russian’s were performing in the 1940’s. Folks just lost their damned minds during the 40’s! Everybody was in the middle of doing these brutal and grotesque experiments in the name of science and defense back in the day, and that included the Russians.  Why should they miss out on being sadistic bastards when everyone else was having their fun right?!

1So, toward the end of the 1940s, these Soviet researchers seal five prison inmates in an airtight chamber and dosed them with one of their experimental stimulant gases so they could test to see the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation. So the room has this two way mirror in it. On the other side, were these “observers” a microphone and a camera, so yeah, it’s safe to say the test subjects were monitored closely. Every moment of their movement, behavior and conversations was under constant surveillance.  That’s enough to make you go ape shit right there! So, what landed these prisoner in to this posh position? They were promised their freedom if they could stay awake for 30 days, no sleep, at all!

Well, the first few days of the experiment go by with no major issues or events. But, by the fifth day, the inmates start showing signs of stress. Their unknowingly broadcasted conversations were centering around them becoming a little hostile about their situation. After a day or so, they stopped speaking freely among themselves, instead they had started whispering back and forth between each other. Yeah, that was the first stages of paranoia setting in. I’m thinking stage two was when they started whispering to the microphones instead of interacting with their fellow cellmates. They were all whispering the same kind of things: they where spilling compromising information about their fellow inmates. It was almost as if they were trying to win the favor of the researchers.

2On the ninth day the screaming began. First one subject, then another, was observed running around the chamber screaming at the top of his lungs for hours on end. Those that weren’t belligerently screaming their lungs out had started ripping apart the books that they had been provided with. Then it got interesting. They start smearing their shit over the mirrored window then smacking the pages from the books on top of it, basically blocking out the observers from watching them. Then, just as suddenly, the screaming stopped. The subjects ceased communicating altogether. Three long days passed without a sound from inside the chamber. Fearing the worst, the researchers start trying to rouse them through the intercom. When there was no response, they made an announcement: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones,” they said. “Step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”

A voice from inside the cell answered, “We no longer want to be freed.” Fearing what may happen if they opened the cell door, the scientists decided to leave them be for just a while longer.

3Two more days passed without contact of any kind, now the scientists are debating on what to do next. Finally, they decided to terminate the experiment. At midnight on the fifteenth day the stimulant gas was flushed from the chamber and replaced with fresh air in preparation for the subjects’ release. Far from being pleased at the prospect of leaving the chamber, the subjects began screaming as if in fear for their lives. They begged to have the gas turned back on. Instead, the researchers unsealed the door to the chamber and sent armed soldiers inside to retrieve them. Nothing could have prepared them for the gruesome nightmare they witnessed upon entering.

One subject was found dead, lying face-down in six inches of bloody water. Chunks of his flesh had been torn off and stuffed into the floor drain. All of the test subjects were found to have been severely mutilated, in fact. What’s worse, the wounds appeared to be self-inflicted. They had ripped open their own abdomens and disemboweled themselves with their bare hands.

Some had even eaten their own flesh.

The four who were still alive seemed terrified of falling asleep and refused to leave the chamber, they were still begging the researchers to turn the gas back on. When the soldiers attempted to remove the inmates by force, they fought back so ferociously that even the soldiers hadn’t been prepared to protect themselves properly. These test subjects were violently crazed, even in their mutilated conditions. They fought back fiercely. One suffered a ruptured spleen and lost so much blood there was literally nothing left for his heart to pump, yet he continued flailing for a full three minutes until his lifeless body collapsed.

4The remaining subjects were restrained and transported to a medical facility for treatment. The first to be operated on fought so furiously against being anesthetized that he tore muscles and broke bones during the struggle. As soon as the anesthetic took effect, his heart stopped and he died. The rest underwent surgery without sedation. Far from feeling any pain, however, they laughed hysterically while on the operating table — so hysterically that the doctors, perhaps fearing for their own sanity, administered a paralytic agent to immobilize them.

After surgery, the survivors were asked why they had mutilated themselves, and why they so desperately wanted to go back on the stimulant gas. Every one of them gave the same answer: “I must remain awake.”

The researchers considered euthanizing them to obliterate every trace of the failed experiment, but were overruled by their commanding officer, who ordered that it be resumed immediately; with three of the researchers joining the inmates in the sealed chamber. Horrified at the prospect, the chief researcher pulled out a pistol and shot the commanding officer point blank. He then turned and shot one of the two surviving subjects. Pointing his gun at the last one left alive, he asked, “What are you? I must know!”

The test subject then responded: “Have you forgotten so easily?” he said, smiling. “We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”

The researcher fired a bullet into his heart. The EEG monitor flat-lined as the subject murmured these last words: “So…nearly…free.”

 

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Urban Legends – Resurrection Mary

So I was asked to dig into the Resurrection Mary legend, and guess what!  I found a lot of crazy details, check this out!   The back story goes something like this: The most accurate version is about this chick who was killed while hitchhiking in Chicago on Archer Avenue in the early 1930’s.

Apparently, she had been hanging out one evening at the O Henry Ballroom with a boyfriend.  At some point, they get into an argument and, of course, he did, or said something stupid and pissed her off.  So, Mary storms out of the joint leaving the boyfriend looking like an asshole, which I’m sure he was, because she knew it was freezing outside.  If she was willing to walk home in the sleet and snow, trust me the dude was definitely an asshole.  So she starts walking up Archer Avenue, but she didn’t make it very far.  All of the sudden a speeding car comes flying toward her, hits her and then leaves the scene, Look everybody! another asshole!  well ya’ll, the reports say that she hadn’t been killed on contact, she actually laid there in the icy slush for a while before she died from her injuries.

1  A few days later, her grieving parents buried her in Resurrection Cemetery, wearing a white dress and her dancing shoes.  Ever since then, her spirit has been spotted all along Archer Avenue.  Encounters and sightings of Mary started in the middle 1900’s, most folks said that they saw Mary being struck by a passing car.  And then there were drivers that swore a young girl in a white gown had ran out in front of their car.  Some said that she vanished on impact, but sometimes, she’d bounce off of the car, landing in a crumpled pile on the side of the road.  You know these driver’s are already shitting a brick because, in their mind, they just ran this girl over.  So, they pull over and rush to see if the chick is dead or alive and they find out that she’s neither, cause she’s not there, anywhere.

Ok, are you relieved to know that you didn’t kill somebody, or are you freaking the hell out because you just realized that you’ve had an encounter with the ghost.  I’d be relieved that no one was dead, not freaked out about a ghostly encounter but a little concerned that the ghost may be pissed off at me for hitting them with my car, but that’s just me!  Well, apparently Resurrection Mary doesn’t have time to be pissed off, because she’s a very busy girl, check out the history of documented appearances:

In 1973, Mary shows up at least twice at a nightclub called Harlow’s on Cicero.  Witnesses say that she was wearing a white dress, dancing alone in a corner.  Now, the bouncers had checked the I.D.’s of everyone who came through the door, but no one ever saw the girl enter or leave.  Later that same year, an annoyed cab driver entered Chet’s Melody Lounge, located across the road from the Resurrection Cemetery, he was looking for a fare that had skipped off without paying.  The young blond woman, in a white gown, that he picked up was nowhere to be seen.  The manager explained that there had been no blonde woman in the bar that night.

2During the mid 70’s, the number of Mary sightings began to increase.  Tons of folks, from cab drivers to ministers  all said they had picked her up and had given her rides only for her to vanish when they drive past the cemetery.  Curiously, it was during this same time that the Cemetery was undergoing some major renovations.  I’m thinking that the activity near her grave caused Mary some unrest.

On August 12, 1976, Cook County police officers were called to the site of a reported hit and run.  The officers get there and they find this chick in tears, she’s wigging out because she had just witnessed this whole thing go down.  So the cops asked her where the body of the victim was and she points to a wet grassy area.  There in the wet grass was a depression, that matched the shape of a human body.  The girl said that just as the police car approached the scene, the body vanished!  There was another run in just like this in 78.  This young couple was driving down Archer when a girl suddenly runs out in the road in front of their car. The driver swerved trying to avoid her but knew when he hit the brakes that it was already too late.  So they’re bracing for impact, and the car passes right through the girl! The girl then runs into Resurrection Cemetery, right through the cast iron gates.

Another man was on his way to work early one morning.  He looks up and sees the body of a young girl lying on the ground in front of the cemetery gates.  He slams the brakes, jumps out of the truck and runs toward the body.  He sees that she was badly injured, but seemed to be alive.  So he jumps back into his truck and hauls ass to the nearby police station and tells them what’s going on.  They call for an ambulance and then the dude leads the officers back to the cemetery.   When they get there, there’s no girl, but, the outline of a body was still visible on the dew-covered pavement.

3In August 1980, Mary was seen by dozens of people, including the Deacon of the Greek Church on Archer Avenue. The phones at the police station were ringing off the freaking hook, so they start sending cars.  But when they get there, there’s no blonde girl in a white dress anywhere, there were however tons of witnesses.  They’re all flagging the cops down trying to tell them about this hit and run and they’re all freaking out because the girl had just disappeared.

On September 5, this dude was leaving a softball game and he’s driving down Archer Avenue.  He looks up and sees this chick in a white dress standing on the side of the road.  So he stops the car and offers her a ride.  So the girl gets in the car and asks to be taken further down Archer.  Well, while old boy’s driving, he starts trying to carry on a conversation with her, this dumb-ass even jokes with her and tells her that she looks like “Resurrection Mary”  Well, the girl’s ignoring him, her eyes are focused straight ahead and she says nothing.  So, he keeps on even offering to stop for drinks, still no kind of response at all.  So he’s getting a little bent, because his mack daddy routine is failing miserably.  As he’s driving past the cemetery, he turns to look at her just as she vanishes into thin air.

In October of 89, two women are driving past Resurrection Cemetery when all of the sudden this girl, in a white dress, runs out in front of their car.  The driver slams on the brakes, but she knew she was going to hit the girl.  Her hands are locked on to the steering wheel and she’s standing on the brakes but there was no impact.  Both she and the passenger were absolutely baffled, because there was no one, including a girl in a white dress, any where in sight.

4During the 90’s, Mary encounters slacked off, but they didn’t stop.  Most of these encounters happened near Chet’s Melody Lounge, it’s located pretty much across the road from the cemetery gates.  Chet’s is open into the early morning hours, so it’s usually the first place these freaked out drivers go to look for the girl in the white dress that they just ran over.  This is the same place that the cab driver went in 73 looking for that skipped fare.  I think Chet’s would be my first choice too, but I’d be looking to order a few shots of something, and I’m betting these folks were too.

In July 2001, an unnamed witness stated that he and his girlfriend had spotted Mary along Archer Avenue.  Here’s the kicker, the statement was made through a translator.  The witness was from Lithuania and spoke only broken English.  She had no knowledge about the legend of Resurrection Mary.

Here’s another story,  this couple was driving along Archer Avenue, they spotted a figure lurking around the Cemetery gate.  The witness said that, just before seeing the figure, he spotted a police officer who had pulled somebody over on the left down a side street.

As they drove past, both of them spotted a girl walking on the road with her back toward them.  She was wearing a white gown.  As they drive by, he remembers the story about Resurrection Mary and he starts telling his girlfriend, the passenger, the story and he also called his sister on his cell phone.  So the girlfriend wants to turn around and see if the Mary was still there.  So the dude turns the car around and they start looking for Mary, seconds later they pass where the cop has the car pulled over, Mary was nowhere to been seen, but then out of nowhere, Mary is standing along the shoulder of the road, only a few feet from the pavement and facing them head on.  She was dressed in a faded and discolored gown and was carrying what appeared to be a bouquet of dark flowers.   The witnesses stated “She wasn’t looking at us, she was just staring down the road with the most blank expression on her face”

5And then there’s this encounter from the early 2000’s.   So it’s a freezing ass cold night and this cabby’s driving down Archer Avenue.  It’s sleeting and and the roads are all shitty.  As he’s passing by the old ballroom, he sees this pale, blurry figure on the side of the road.  He can’t see good though the wet and icy windshield.  So as he’s straining to make the figure out he realizes that it’s a young girl in a white gown with a shawl over her shoulders.  Thinking that this chick’s gonna freeze to death, he pulls up beside her and offers her a ride.  So she opens the back door and gets in.   The cabbie looks into the rear view mirror and asks her where she wants to go, tells her the ride is free.

The girl asks him to keep driving down Archer Avenue.  So he pulls back onto the road, then looks in the rear view mirror again and sees that the girl is shivering so he turns up the heater.  He comments on the weather, trying to make conversation, but she doesn’t answer him at first.  So, he thinks maybe she’s drunk or strung out on something, cause that would explain a lot right?!   Well, finally, she answers him, her voice is kind of weak, almost fearful.   She says “”The snow came early this year,”  the driver didn’t really know if she was talking to him or talking to herself, he’s figuring that he’s got himself a nutcase in the back seat now.

So he agrees with her, then attempts to make more small talk.  She just sits there quietly, looking straight forward into the distance.  Suddenly out of nowhere, she screams at him, demanding that he pull the car over right there. that this was where she needed to get out.  The Cabby’s startled by her sudden outburst, he slams on the brakes and pulls to the side of the road, as soon as the car stops he looks up and sees the gates of the cemetery.  He says, lady you can’t get out here, this is a cemetery, then he looks up into the rear view mirror to see that the girl was gone.  The car door had never opened she had just vanished and all that remained was the damp imprint on the leather seat where she had been sitting.

 

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Haunted History, The Ghosts of 911

 

Everybody and their Grandmama can remember exactly where they were when this fucked up event took place.  I was wearing a suit and heels and carrying a briefcase, standing in my office with my eyes glued to the TV.  Yeah, me in a suit with a briefcase, that’s scary enough in it’s own right!  My initial reaction when I walked into the conference room and saw the scene playing out was that everybody was watching a movie, it didn’t take long before I figured out otherwise, and the cameras rolled on as people were jumping or falling from the flaming building.  People noticed right away that there was something evil in the air, besides the physical fall out from the attack. Almost immediately pictures were being posted of demonic faces that had emerged in the billowing smoke that followed the explosions.  I’ve looked at several still frames and videos.  There are 13 distinct wicked faces that were documented that day, and from then forward there have been tales of paranormal activity on that very site.

There are hundreds of reports from workers and volunteers that participated in searching through the rubble for bodies.  Along with these eyewitness statements comes tons of photographs of white misty figures floating about over the rubble.  The spirits of those that perished that day searched desperately for answers.  Some of these victims never knew what hit them, their scenarios are much like the mother we discussed earlier.  But then there were those that looked out of a window just before the plane plowed through the building.  They saw what was coming.  Imagine the terror and desperation, the flux of adrenaline and the sensation of damnation that these folks felt as they braced for impact.  That is the very state that hundreds of these victims died in and that is the very sense that has saturated the soil where the freedom tower stands today.

The clean up after the attack took nine months to clear out, a total of 1.8 millions of rubble and debris were moved to a landfill where volunteers sifted through each handful for remains or any forms of identification that could be found.  Many of the spirits also came to the site where the rubble had been delivered.  Frank Marra was a NYPD officer that had been assigned to help and oversee this “Sifter” project.  Frank had so many encounters with the spirits of the victims from 911 that he wrote his own book entitled Hallowed Ground, it may be one that you would want to pick up.

1Among some of Frank’s experiences were these, two of which we’ve talked about in the past.  Frank, on several occasions, witnessed an colored woman dressed in a red cross uniform, she was carrying around a tray of sandwiches.  The apparition was strikingly vivid until she got near him, then she would fade away into nothing.  Frank was not the only worker on the site to see the red cross woman, several other volunteers reported witnessing the same image.  And there’s another example.  Frank, along with many others that worked the site of the attack as well as the Sifter project, reported seeing Soul reapers, large black masses that slowly hovered over the rubble.  Soul reapers are said to be heavenly entities that are here to help spirits find their way.  It’s a good thing, I’m certain the help was needed but I am also certain that not every wayward spirit was retrieved from either site.

WTC Ghost_WatermarkedJoe Lani, another NYPD officer, worked at ground zero 12 hours a day for 5 months.  His first paranormal encounter was on day 1.  His work hours were from 4 am to 4PM, he rolls onto the site at 4 in the morning and sees a man walking around in the middle of all of the rubble and debris.  He then gets out of his vehicle to begin his work day and decides to go over and get a status report from the man he sees walking around.  But the second he gets close enough to call out to him, he disappears into thin air.  These experiences became the norm for Joe and everyone else on site.  5 months into this heart wrenching detail and his heart literally gives out on him.  After his heart attack, Joe was forced to retire, but several of the spirits that he had encountered on site, came home with him.

Spirits walk through the rooms of his home, absorbing all of the light and electricity within them as they pass.  He is frequently touched or tapped by unseen hands, and there are the constantly muffled voices of those that are still crying out for justice or at the very least, an explanation of what has happened to them.  and lastly, every clock in Joe’s house is constantly stopping at 8:46 am which is the exact time the first tower was hit.

Joe has a music room in his home, which he calls the “drum room.”  He said the room became rife with paranormal activity. He’d walk in and there would be cold spots, the smell of cigarette smoke and perfume, and his cellphone battery would immediately drain.  Lights would flicker.  So he began taking photos and, to his shock, the photos revealed apparitions in the form of foggy streaks of light also known as ectoplasm.  The ectoplasm even spelled out his name.  Another time, a spectral crucifix appeared on his kitchen cabinets.  The next time, the Twin Towers appeared in the same spot.  He caught both on film.

First responders, on site witnesses and volunteers weren’t the only ones that were directly affected by the horrendous remains scattering the area.  Several days passed before folks that lived near ground zero were allowed to return to their homes.  Most of these folks were accompanied by police or fireman just to make sure these folks would be returning to structurally sound residences.  Imagine having been at work only a few blocks from where the attacks went down, close enough to see the rising flames and billowing smoke.

You wonder who of your friends and family could have been lost and then at the end of the day, you’re informed that you can’t go home.  Here’s what makes it worse.  Several days have passed, you and everyone you know or encounter are physically and mentally exhausted, you’re only form of relief is knowing that you will finally be allowed to return to your apartment.  So, your escorted all the way to your door, everything is basically ok, covered in ashes and soot, but ok.  You open your door and see that there is a huge gaping hole in the wall where there was once a window and just inside what was once your dining nook sits 2 airliner seats with the scorched remains of human bodies still strapped in them.

There were tons of grisly tales running rampant for days and weeks after the attack.   A policeman dead of a self-inflicted bullet wound, his legs crushed in the rubble. (He’d chosen to die quickly rather than slowly.) A baby’s broken body trampled on the street outside the World Trade Center.  A pair of clasped hands, severed at the wrists, one black and one white. Five emaciated bodies dug out of the debris sometime in November. (These folks had died of starvation.) and these are just the tales that we know about, there are bound to be multitudes of others.

On November 3rd 2014 the Freedom Tower was opened on the site of where the twin towers once stood.  Inside of the world trade center complex there were also a set of twin fountains and a September the 11th museum constructed to memorialize both the victims and the site itself.  Since construction began on this complex there have been reports of a mysterious hum or moan reported, some believe that it is the sound of the victims desperate voices as they call out from beyond.  Now folks, I have actually listened to a couple of different recordings of this humming noise.  The first time I heard it, even within the first few seconds, my initial reaction was heartbreak and my eyes filled with tears, that should tell you something right there.  Whether there’s a physical reason for the heart-wrenching sound or if spirits are reaching out, no one knows. No scientific explanation exists.

Before the Freedom Tower was built, the Millennium Hilton Hotel overlooked the ground zero site. Many hotel visitors reported seeing all kinds of ghostly activity.  One visitor swore that he felt like a crowd of people were in his room, and he couldn’t sleep there.  Other guests complained to the staff that they had nightmares of 9/11 victims faces pressing against their windows.  Due to all of the complaints, the staff avoided renting rooms that had a view of Ground Zero.

3In the September 11 Museum, a 30 foot girder from the original tower is on display.  The centerpiece has been bent and deformed from the Flight 11 aircraft.  On the metal surface, a face appeared to construction workers. Thereafter, many of the workers were too frightened to go near the display.  They dubbed this piece the “Angel of 911” as it seems to look down in anguish and horror for what has come to pass.

While we’re on the subject of strange and inexplicable happenings, some believe that it would have been impossible for the airplane passengers to have called from their cellphones, and yet many did.  The planes were flying at 29,000 and 31,000 feet.  According to Bill Rojas of IDCAR, cellphone reception is lost at about 10,000 feet.

4And then there was flight 93, no way I wouldn’t acknowledge these guys.  Their brave acts saved the lives of hundreds, possibly 1000’s.  Certainly the emotions spent upon their last stand have permeated the soil there at the fated site.  Today there stands a memorial for each hero that gave their life that day, but on September 11th there was a flaming pile of wreckage beneath a billowing cloud of smoke that reeked of aviation fuel and pine trees.

Three hours after impact, an FBI agent by the name of Lillie Leonardi was sent to the site in the capacity of liaison between first repsonders and victims families.  Lillie was used to gruesome scenes due to her scope of work but when she arrived to the flight 93 site she said it was oddly different than the others she had worked on.  The site was still, quiet even and most bizarre, there were no bodies scattered around, it was like the ground opened up and swallowed the plane.  and then, Lillie has a paranormal encounter that few have ever experienced.  She said she looked on as the smoke started to settle to the ground and then from the ground rose angels, hundreds of them were gathering just to the left of the site.  Then a sudden brisk wind came from nowhere distracting her and two men that were walking to either side.  There attention was grabbed as the wind seemingly intentionally flipped through the pages of a barely singed book then abruptly stopped.

Lillie picked up the book to see that it was a bible, and the page where it stopped, Psalm 23.  For you that don’t know, Psalms 23 is more commonly known as the Lords Prayer, The Lord in my Shepard, I shall not want, ring a bell, yeah, incredible right!

Today the site is fenced off and patrolled by security guards, and trust me these guys have some stories to tell too, tons.  On a normal night there are easily half a dozen shadow people encountered but there are several that appear vividly in full form as well.  Voices are heard several times per shift and inside the trailer on site that serves as an office, it’s typical that the front door is knocked on by unseen hands, furniture is moved and voices are heard.

and then what about flight 77?  Well, folks, I did a little digging and guess what I found?  Nothing, zip, nada.  I was perplexed for a minute, how could this be?  ok, there weren’t thousands of deaths at that site, but still more than just a handful of people died there that day.  Then I realized, it’s the pentagon, we’ll never, ever know anything about any spirits that return to, or never left that site.

 

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7 destinations for the Vampire hunter

We all know that each continent has it’s own unique history when it comes to legends of the undead.  Many legends, especially those that originate in Mesopotamia, are thousands of years old.  What havoc the undead must have wreaked upon the land for their legends to endure until this day!   Centuries have passed and history has added many locales that are rich in Vampire history.  Below are some well known Vampire havens, planned future destinations for your’ truly!

1010098_10151969800938660_1900552835_n                                                      The Paris Catacombs

These “mass ossuaries” were created in the 18th century as a response to the overwhelming outbreak of plague.  The State Council ordered all bones to be excavated from Paris cemeteries in order to relocate them underground within the limestone caverns beneath the city.  The process began in 1786 and continued throughout 1814.  The Catacombs are home to over 6 million bodies and as legend would have it, an occasional vampire clan.  What more perfect surroundings for an elder as many of the bodies are affixed in ornate fashions; creating a breathtaking tapestry of death!

musee                                            The Musee des Vampires, Paris France

Open by appointment only, a party of 10 may be guided through the museum.  Crammed with artifacts and all other manner of objects related to vampire legends, owner Jaques Sirgent has a vast knowledge of Vampire history and will answer the darkest of vampire queries that can be conjured.

 

whitby1                                                         Whitby Abbey, England

The 13th century ruins of the Whitby Abbey were the backdrop for Bram Stoker’s, “Dracula” and for that there is a reason.  In 1885 a Russian Schooner, The Demeter war run aground by a wild storm in Whitby harbor; the entire crew including the captain were found dead.  The instant that the Demeter had run aground, a large black dog was seen running toward the Abbey.  The dog, a form that the vampire can take on at will, brought ill fate onto the Abbey as several of the staff became unaccounted for in the following days; and Bram Stoker’s Dracula was born!

bran castle                                                                  Bran Castle, Romania

Bran Castle is widely believed to be the home of Vlad the Impaler, or as Stoker referred to as “King Dracula”.  Vlad, needing no further introduction to a Vampire fanatic, has left a large imprint on the Romanian countryside.  For further details into Vlad’s bloody reign both living and undead, search my past blogs for “What I didn’t know about Vlad Tepes”.

 

french-quarter-night-scene-07                                             The New Orleans French Quarter

A place near and dear to me!  This tourism hot spot has been known as haven to Vampires since the first cobblestone streets were laid.  The Vampire culture is still quite prevalent throughout the New Orleans area.  Many legends still exist, and recent rumors still circulate amongst the locals.  For a deeper look into some of New Orleans most famous Vampire legends search my past blogs for “New Orleans”.

 

new-orleans-lafayette-cemetery-no1-kim-fearheiley                                            Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans

Amongst the beloved and elite of New Orleans lies the crypt of a Vampire, only a handful of the locals can identify the correct plot where he lies.  I believe that this vampire is named in one of my past blogs on new Orleans vampire legends, but that is strictly my opinion (wink, wink!).  Though the permanent residents of Lafayette Cemetery are quite dead, locals say that the sometimes gaping tombs offer haven to vampires from time to time.

 

 

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