<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748</id><updated>2012-01-30T10:34:38.047-03:00</updated><category term='ANGELS'/><category term='GHOST STORIES'/><category term='UFOs'/><category term='MYTHOLOGY'/><category term='CURIOSITIES'/><category term='DEATH'/><category term='NDE'/><category term='TALES'/><category term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category term='GHOSTS'/><category term='SPIRITS'/><category term='HUNTED SPOTS'/><category term='SERIAL KILLERS'/><category term='PARANORMAL'/><category term='TRAGEDIES'/><category term='POLTERGEIST'/><category term='DEMONS'/><category term='WITCHES AND WITCHCRAFT'/><title type='text'>SUPERNATURAL</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you believe in ghosts and other paranormal activity? So you´re not alone!
This blog approaches the supernatural cases through ghost stories, spirits videos and pictures, poltergeist, ufos and paranormal phenomena...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7712099185348610628</id><published>2012-01-10T04:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:28:04.071-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><title type='text'>DOCTOR NARCISO GOMES SERVES PATIENTS EVEN AFTER DEATH! ARARENSE FOLKLORE? NO, IT REALLY HAPPENED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEU8a1e1LxM/Twva6PX81kI/AAAAAAAAE2U/PbNRg6d-vlc/s1600/Doutor+Narciso+Gomes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEU8a1e1LxM/Twva6PX81kI/AAAAAAAAE2U/PbNRg6d-vlc/s320/Doutor+Narciso+Gomes.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the most remarkable stories involving the famous dr. Narciso Gomes (1857-1923) - the "Father of the Poor" - was taken by the speaker and broadcaster Cardoso Silva and published in the extinct Araras Newspaper, on June 25, 1953.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decades later, the writer Emilio Wolff published it in an autobiographical book and, more recently, Professor Adilson Oliveira Costa turned it into a comic book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This story has a curious passage involving this famous medical history of a supernatural nature, but usually explained for spiritualism, in which he, even after his death, went to see a patient in a rural town. The incident took place in Araras, a little town in São Paulo, and it is considered historical fact in the town. It was in the distant August 24, 1923, date of death of the doctor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NARCISO, DRESSED IN WHITE&lt;/u&gt; (by Cardoso Silva)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainy Tuesday. Old streets of blurry mud. And a kind of funeral floor resounded in all corners of the old Araras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Doctor Narciso died! ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There down in the Tiradentes street, the home that was almost to the corner by the missing Aurora Pharmacy (where it is today's shoe store) were getting friendly people, politicians, the people that led a tear to the corpse of the father of the poor in the most touching silent tributes! ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The town was grim. A slow moving took the creatures to the bier of Narciso Gomes. Holiday spot. Mourning in the souls of the fellows of the great character man. Of the doctor with confirmed wisdom. And the news spreading, more and more:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Doctor Narciso died! ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That afternoon the walking companions would take the corpse of the honest politician in the silver coffin to the Municipal Necropolis. The rain continued. Some would say that the sincere nature of Araras mourned too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain falls. Red mud on wet roads. The house of a poor worker. A sick, gaunt, very pale woman lying on a humble bed. Gasps. Double pneumonia. A client of Dr.. Narciso Gomes. Her husband - a lean and strong fellow - nervous. Noticing the fever dominating the poor wife. And thinking:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- It rains a lot. He will not come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The patient groans. The husband suffers. Suddenly, knocks on the dry old door. The worker answers. Is the doctor arriving. Dr. Narciso, in person. And as always - all dressed in white. White linen suit. White shoes. White socks. White tie and a white shirt with hard white collar. And - curious! - White hair. Enters. Greets cordial, friendly. As always. And throws the classic question:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- How's our patient doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to the room. The caboclo's joy is such that he doesn't repair that it is still raining hard outside, but the dear doctor is not wet. That did not bring mud under his feet. That there was not even a coach at the door. The worker does not even remember to ask about the way dr. Narciso arrived there. The doctor examines his patient. Smiles and says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You, my friend, still today send this recipe I will give. I will not have to come over again, ya know? Your wife is saved. As long as she takes it, right away the medicine I prescribed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Yes, sir, doctor. Right away...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And after writing the recipe, signed and dated. Then, in a fatherly smile, tender, says farewell to his client. And the worker asks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- When will you be back, Doctor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I do not know - Sighed Dr. Narciso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And seeing that the doctor left the room, the worker asks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You're already leaving? Do not want me to accompany you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- No - it was the answer. To where I go, I must go alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And his gesture made the husband stay with the patient. And he left. The worker heard when the door opened and the noise was accompanied by the roar of a strong thunder. The rain continued to fall...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGrcOC4Q6z4/TwvkHRUQ6II/AAAAAAAAE2c/S_a4nEdt-k8/s1600/Casa_do_Dr.+Narciso+Gomes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGrcOC4Q6z4/TwvkHRUQ6II/AAAAAAAAE2c/S_a4nEdt-k8/s200/Casa_do_Dr.+Narciso+Gomes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the same rainy afternoon. The worker goes into Araras and realize the air of gloom that enveloped the whole town. Goes straight to Aurora Pharmacy. Find it closed. The worker thinks it is a national holiday. Hit the gate, at the side. The lady of the pharmacist answers the man, wet with rain:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Good afternoon! I came to fill a prescription!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- My husband is not here. He went to the cemetery, the funeral... if you want, you can come in and wait at the drugstore. Not to stay in the rain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Thanks, I'll wait!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxXGBuAy_DA/TwvliQHl_dI/AAAAAAAAE2k/5ITjvoKct_4/s1600/Farm%25C3%25A1cia+Alem%25C3%25A3%252C+de+Paulo+Kuhlmann%252C+1914%252C+atual+Sapataria+Buzolin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxXGBuAy_DA/TwvliQHl_dI/AAAAAAAAE2k/5ITjvoKct_4/s320/Farm%25C3%25A1cia+Alem%25C3%25A3%252C+de+Paulo+Kuhlmann%252C+1914%252C+atual+Sapataria+Buzolin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the photo, the German Pharmacy, from Paul Kuhlmann, 1914 (Current Shoe Buzolin), in which the episode happened.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man waited. Sitting on a bench of the characteristic old town pharmacy. Came the pharmacist. He greeted the customer in a smile. But the worker noticed sadness in the face of the friendly pharmacist. The worker explained why he was there, it was a shock:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- But you're sure about what you say? That this happened today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Yes, sir. Today... at around two o'clock this afternoon. After he left I took the horse and came quickly because still today I have to give the medicine to the woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The pharmacist could take no more:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I can not believe! At that time we were guarding the corpse of Dr. Narciso Gomes and he, in fact, was fully dressed in white... even the shoes! I'm coming back from the cemetery right now! I'm coming back from his funeral...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The worker turned white. He began to sweat. Gained new impetus and delivered the recipe. There was the dated prescription with the authentic signature of Dr. Narciso Gomes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even after death, dr. Narciso, dressed in white, rescued another of his poor ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7712099185348610628?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7712099185348610628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2012/01/doctor-narciso-gomes-serves-patients.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7712099185348610628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7712099185348610628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2012/01/doctor-narciso-gomes-serves-patients.html' title='DOCTOR NARCISO GOMES SERVES PATIENTS EVEN AFTER DEATH! ARARENSE FOLKLORE? NO, IT REALLY HAPPENED!'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEU8a1e1LxM/Twva6PX81kI/AAAAAAAAE2U/PbNRg6d-vlc/s72-c/Doutor+Narciso+Gomes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-6228433777365517716</id><published>2011-11-27T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:28:02.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYTHOLOGY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>THE PISHTACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2STCsA_qMk/TtJj1jwbRKI/AAAAAAAAEio/OzR2IwHPrjI/s1600/cuco1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2STCsA_qMk/TtJj1jwbRKI/AAAAAAAAEio/OzR2IwHPrjI/s320/cuco1.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "Pishtaco", a great history of High Andean origin, is based on the figure of an alien who attacked people and annihilated his frighteningly neighbors. It would be neither more nor less than a mass murderer, a vampire that attacks women and men late at night. The tales of Pishtaco are bloody and frightening, filling with suspicion even the most incredulous mortal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has not heard an interesting and familiar story of "Pishtaco"? who has not felt an icy chill through their body from head to foot to hear the stories of the High Andean people, that tell as the Pishtaco attacked and annihilated villages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is unclear where Pishtaco first appeared, but its bloody reputation of Hunter of men has spread to many places of the high Andean region of Peru, some of them would be Junin, Huancavelica, Cuzco, Ayacucho, Apurimac, Pasco and the Sierra de Lima.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This vampire and / or hunter of men and women, enjoys traveling alone and assaulting people through the streets of their towns very late at night, his modus operandi is to behead its victims, then cut them into pieces and separates the skin and fat from the human flesh, and later feed on the flesh of their prey and market skin and fat removed from the victims. They say that if its victims are thin The Pishtaco bury them alive to fertilize the land.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was described as an athletic-looking man with blue eyes and golden hair like the sun. An alien who attacked the villages and annihilated their inhabitants.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This evil being has its main victims in low-income people, travelers, or people from abroad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is said that the fat extracted from its victims is sold to industrial use to make soap, or as an industrial lubricant for large industrial machines and / or technology. It is also said that with the fat extracted from the victims it could have been made healing creams, lotions, beauty, fuel for vehicles, etc..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Locals say that this fantastic character was part of the Government, or was protected, therefore acted with complete freedom to commit its crimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-6228433777365517716?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/6228433777365517716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/pishtaco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6228433777365517716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6228433777365517716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/pishtaco.html' title='THE PISHTACO'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2STCsA_qMk/TtJj1jwbRKI/AAAAAAAAEio/OzR2IwHPrjI/s72-c/cuco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-466890262405110755</id><published>2011-11-26T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:51:41.384-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>THE 27 CLUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LN3jgQi432Y/TtFZS5Gr50I/AAAAAAAAEgY/0S_GdhcfgJk/s1600/amy-winehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LN3jgQi432Y/TtFZS5Gr50I/AAAAAAAAEgY/0S_GdhcfgJk/s320/amy-winehouse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singer Amy Winehouse (14/9/1983 - 23/7/2011) is the newest member of the so-called Club 27, also known as Forever 27 Club.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The members? Great rock idols who died at age 27 having inn common, talent to spare and abuse of drugs and alcohol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The coincidence (or not?) inspired Eric Segalstad and Josh Hunter to write a book: "The 27's - The Greatest Myth of Rock &amp;amp; Roll", released by the publisher Samadhi Creations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 2008, the exhibition "Forever 27" gathered in London, photos of musicians who died at... 27 of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;See below a summary of some of those who have left the world of music at the early age of 27:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvZnSNMPUo0/TtFbHn5V-iI/AAAAAAAAEgg/r3dSVI4iMdc/s1600/janis-joplin-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvZnSNMPUo0/TtFbHn5V-iI/AAAAAAAAEgg/r3dSVI4iMdc/s200/janis-joplin-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Janis Joplin (19/1/1943 - 4/10/1970)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Known for her husky and singular voice, the American singer Janis Joplin recorded wonders like the albums Cheap Thrills (1968) and Pearl (1971).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The artist, who was in Brazil in 1970 with her tour was the victim of a heroin overdose when she was at the end of the recording sessions for Pearl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqtbOZe9jHo/TtFcIqTgG1I/AAAAAAAAEgo/B0MAzCkOWwA/s1600/jim-morrison-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqtbOZe9jHo/TtFcIqTgG1I/AAAAAAAAEgo/B0MAzCkOWwA/s200/jim-morrison-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Jim Morrison (8/12/1943 - 3/7/1971)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the great poets of rock and totally unpredictable: He was able to present a wonderful or horrible show, depending on his mood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Doors (1967), Strange Days (1967) and LA Woman (1971) are some of his best albums with the Doors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was considered the greatest sex symbol of the rock in the 60, which irritated him. His body was found in a hotel in Paris, France. The cause of his death is uncertain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIbcR2Yut2Y/TtFdW8E7VbI/AAAAAAAAEgw/h8LWZZVM9OU/s1600/jimi-hendrix-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIbcR2Yut2Y/TtFdW8E7VbI/AAAAAAAAEgw/h8LWZZVM9OU/s200/jimi-hendrix-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Jimi Hendrix (27/11/1942 - 18/9/1970)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He is still considered the greatest guitarist in rock history, recorded spectacular albums as Axis Bold As Love (1967) and Electric Ladyland (1968).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He died suffocated on his own vomit after a mixture of sleeping pills and alcohol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLi_rgXPY9M/TtFeVA1hO3I/AAAAAAAAEg4/RybB8vbWKV4/s1600/brian-jones-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLi_rgXPY9M/TtFeVA1hO3I/AAAAAAAAEg4/RybB8vbWKV4/s200/brian-jones-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Brian Jones (28/2/1942 - 3/7/1969)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This guitarist created and named a legendary band, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rolling Stones". The great musician ended up dipping into drugs and being fired from his own group by Mick Jagger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was found dead in his swimming pool, drowned, just one day after being fired. Even today some believe he was murdered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jones was the first rock musician to die at the age of 27.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35_aFHO0oR8/TtFgW8dRJ7I/AAAAAAAAEhA/OD0oJpSfcPw/s1600/kurt-cobain-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35_aFHO0oR8/TtFgW8dRJ7I/AAAAAAAAEhA/OD0oJpSfcPw/s200/kurt-cobain-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Kurt Cobain (20/2/1967 - 5/4/1994)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The greatest myth of rock in the 90s. Singer, songwriter, guitarist and leader of the American group Nirvana, who released the brilliant Nevermind (1991) and In Utero (1993).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He did not know how to handle success, and his end was tragic: he committed suicide with a shotgun wound to the head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He did shows full of ups and downs with Nirvana in Brazil in January 1993, and reached a recording studio in Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgcQfKd-Ovc/TtFhgIXQ4WI/AAAAAAAAEhI/7HsCxhKf-0c/s1600/richey-james-edwards-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgcQfKd-Ovc/TtFhgIXQ4WI/AAAAAAAAEhI/7HsCxhKf-0c/s200/richey-james-edwards-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Richey James Edwards (22/12/1967 - 14/2/1995)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was the lyricist and rhythm guitarist of the Manic Street Preachers, one of the leading British bands of the 90s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day before the band travel to the United States, he simply disappeared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until now his whereabouts are unknown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QzZ0FX5GHc/TtFiGgrOIpI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/KVB97Ef9Yyo/s1600/robert-johnson-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QzZ0FX5GHc/TtFiGgrOIpI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/KVB97Ef9Yyo/s200/robert-johnson-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Robert Johnson (8/5/1911 - 16/8/1938)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This singer, songwriter and guitarist is considered the most influential blues man of his time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legend has it that he had sold his soul to the devil at a crossroad to become an excellent guitarist, singer and composer and he died so early just because of this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Officially, he was the victim of poisoning and pneumonia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBYHsqN9dnE/TtFi8hInhkI/AAAAAAAAEhY/GHvjayd5T4M/s1600/Alan+Wilson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBYHsqN9dnE/TtFi8hInhkI/AAAAAAAAEhY/GHvjayd5T4M/s200/Alan+Wilson.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Alan "Blind Owl" Wilson (4/7/1943 - 3/9/1970)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Canned Heat was one of the leading American blues bands of the 60s, and Alan was their guitarist. He knew every great work of the genre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Future Blues (1968), best album of the group, played a major part by Alan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was found dead by his bandmates, overdosed on pills with gin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Z0EQSbzCX8/TtFjy9E1jEI/AAAAAAAAEhg/ntEW3PKh4bo/s1600/kristenpfaff03_200x245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Z0EQSbzCX8/TtFjy9E1jEI/AAAAAAAAEhg/ntEW3PKh4bo/s200/kristenpfaff03_200x245.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;9. Kristen Pfaff (26/5/1967 - 16/6/1994)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kristen Pfaff played bass with Hole, the band led by Courtney Love, the wife of Kurt Cobain. She joined the group and participated in their best-selling album, Life Through This (1994).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She would have had a quick affair with Kurt. By tragic coincidence, Kristen was also found dead, overdosed, and also at the age of 27, two months after Cobain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUwj61Bj40/TtFkcjN9FJI/AAAAAAAAEho/XaPA_iO1CVk/s1600/garythain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUwj61Bj40/TtFkcjN9FJI/AAAAAAAAEho/XaPA_iO1CVk/s200/garythain.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Gary Thain (15/5/1948 - 8/12/1975)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This New Zealand's Bassist is still considered one of the best in the history of heavy metal, and lived his golden years as a member of Uriah Heep, participating in albums like Demons And Wizards (1972).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In September 1975 he was electrocuted on stage. He made it out alive, but his life was never the same. Uriah Heep was dismissed due to his heroin addiction, depression and died of an overdose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8b312TcuZg/TtFlhlNsx9I/AAAAAAAAEhw/3xksRD6MZzw/s1600/ron-pigpen-200-031611_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8b312TcuZg/TtFlhlNsx9I/AAAAAAAAEhw/3xksRD6MZzw/s200/ron-pigpen-200-031611_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;11. Ron "Pigpen" Mckernan (8/9/1945 - 8/3/1973)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;McKernan played keyboard at the Grateful Dead, one of the experimental bands of the hippie generation. He was the one who appeared more in shows, because he was known to hold the attention of the public.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unfortunately, he also drank like there was no tomorrow and died of gastrointestinal bleeding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0zusIqGjIo/TtFma-g15RI/AAAAAAAAEh4/_h4v7Z17oLQ/s1600/pete-ham-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0zusIqGjIo/TtFma-g15RI/AAAAAAAAEh4/_h4v7Z17oLQ/s200/pete-ham-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Pete Ham (27/4/1947 - 24/4/1975)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singer, songwriter and guitarist of the Welsh group Badfinger, he was one of the few that knew how to avail themselves of the influence of the Beatles, launched works as Straight Up (1971).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After falling out with his manager and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;unfortunate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; financial situation problems he hanged himself at his home in England, three days before his birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aqgR-b-JdI/TtFnVBKx3AI/AAAAAAAAEiA/pa70XwaLVlc/s1600/chris-bell-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aqgR-b-JdI/TtFnVBKx3AI/AAAAAAAAEiA/pa70XwaLVlc/s200/chris-bell-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Chris Bell (12/1/1951 - 27/12/1978)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The singer, songwriter and guitarist was another American who took great influences of The Beatles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beside the singer, songwriter and musician Alex Chilton joined the band Big Star, which sold few records but influenced countless other rock bands such as REM and Oasis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lack of commercial success earned him severe depression. Died from a car accident.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSFVWxOJ4Cg/TtFoNd2BEOI/AAAAAAAAEiI/0vBMlDCyZgc/s1600/Pete_de_Freitas_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSFVWxOJ4Cg/TtFoNd2BEOI/AAAAAAAAEiI/0vBMlDCyZgc/s1600/Pete_de_Freitas_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Pete de Freitas (2/8/1961 - 14/6/1989)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pete de Freitas was one of the best rock drummers in the '80s, and played with Echo &amp;amp; The Bunnymen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was with the band when they played in Brazil for the first time in 1987 in anthologic shows. Participated in great records, including Ocean Rain (1984) and Echo &amp;amp; The Bunnymen (1987). He died in a motorcycle accident. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_zCkr9RMNg/TtFpYqQfBEI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/Gp4Dt0452do/s1600/miazappada-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_zCkr9RMNg/TtFpYqQfBEI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/Gp4Dt0452do/s200/miazappada-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Mia Zapata ( 25/8/1965 - 7/7/1993)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In September 1986, she and three friends formed The Gits, a famous punk rock band. She was the lead singer of the band.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1992 the band released their debut album, Frenching the Bully. The reputation of the band gradually increased in the Seattle grunge scene, before the band finally start working on their second (and last) album, Enter: The Conquering Chicken, which was eventually released in 1993.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mia was raped and killed in the central district of Seattle. Many years after her death, the police finally caught her attacker, Jesus Mezquia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkZ_0-MdvvM/TtFqpc_ZZdI/AAAAAAAAEiY/CYFH2TfHabk/s1600/dboom-200-031711_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkZ_0-MdvvM/TtFqpc_ZZdI/AAAAAAAAEiY/CYFH2TfHabk/s200/dboom-200-031711_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. D. Boon (1/4/1958 - 22/12/85)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dennes Dale Boon was a composer, vocalist and guitarist. He graduated in 1980 with Mike Watt's influential punk band Minutemen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boon was lying on the back of a van in the Arizona desert, when the van left the road and he was thrown through the back door, breaking his neck and dying instantly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-y-fz6rKks/TtFrVgvKXsI/AAAAAAAAEig/P1DMmgaAA9E/s1600/dave-alexander-200-033011_200x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-y-fz6rKks/TtFrVgvKXsI/AAAAAAAAEig/P1DMmgaAA9E/s200/dave-alexander-200-033011_200x225.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. David Michael Alexander (3/6/1947-10/2/1975)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He  was bassist and founder of the influential rock band The Stooges. He was fired from the band in August 1970 after the presentation at the Goose Lake International  Music Festival for being too drunk to be able to play.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1975 he died of pulmonary edema at 27 in Ann Arbor after being hospitalized with a diagnosis of pancreatitis caused by alcoholism. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-466890262405110755?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/466890262405110755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/27-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/466890262405110755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/466890262405110755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/27-club.html' title='THE 27 CLUB'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LN3jgQi432Y/TtFZS5Gr50I/AAAAAAAAEgY/0S_GdhcfgJk/s72-c/amy-winehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-2735605402621926267</id><published>2011-11-13T07:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:49:23.566-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>GHOST OF A GIRL IN CEMITERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/CEBdwMRHCwY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEBdwMRHCwY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEBdwMRHCwY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When researchers do research in cemeteries, they certainly should expect these surprises. This gentleman is a reporter for a television station in Mexico and was conducting an article about this paranormal Mexican cemetery. The group report noted that there was someone beside the graves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was this girl doing late at night in a cemetery? Or should we say, the ghost of this girl?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notably scared, they left the area immediately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-2735605402621926267?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/2735605402621926267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/ghost-of-girl-in-cemitery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2735605402621926267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2735605402621926267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/ghost-of-girl-in-cemitery.html' title='GHOST OF A GIRL IN CEMITERY'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3593114644221144860</id><published>2011-11-13T07:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:39:55.494-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>12  YEARS OLD BOY CAPTURES A GHOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/3ZM0fxoMn9g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZM0fxoMn9g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZM0fxoMn9g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 12 years old boy, captured this video using the camera on his phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This event takes place just days after her 9 years old sister's complained to her mother that someone mysteriously completed their puzzles at night!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is visible in the video the figure, which passes through that hallway by the stairs and eventually disappears through the wall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The children's mother, Tonia, consulted a psychic who claims it is a friendly ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian Banks of the British Paranormal Association, said that it was the "best image captured ghost in years".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3593114644221144860?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3593114644221144860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-years-old-boy-captures-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3593114644221144860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3593114644221144860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-years-old-boy-captures-ghost.html' title='12  YEARS OLD BOY CAPTURES A GHOST'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3636409979903554378</id><published>2011-11-10T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:47:21.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUNTED SPOTS'/><title type='text'>THE 14 KNOWN HUNTED PLACES IN SAO PAULO PART2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1B8hw6bCcc/Trx3NpOtoXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/7JiOPj0_ewY/s1600/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1B8hw6bCcc/Trx3NpOtoXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/7JiOPj0_ewY/s320/08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Apa Street's Little Castle &lt;br /&gt;Location: Apa Street 236, corner of São João Avenue &lt;br /&gt;Built in: 1912&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: It was at this residence that an entire family was killed in the 1930's. Till this date, the case was not clear (the information is that one brother shot the other and their mother was in the line of crossfire and died).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are reports of people passing in front of the house and hearing the cry of the children and the owner of the house not to be killed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNqw-vuPSGE/Trx7kuoFEPI/AAAAAAAAEX8/YmhX28anDUI/s1600/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNqw-vuPSGE/Trx7kuoFEPI/AAAAAAAAEX8/YmhX28anDUI/s320/09.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Ipiranga Museum&lt;br /&gt;Location: Parque da Independência s/n°, Ipiranga.&lt;br /&gt;Opening: 1895&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: Also known as Paulista Museum at the University of Sao Paulo, guard objects and a very old furniture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both tourists and those working on site have reported seeing ghosts passing through the museum, libraries, laboratories and classrooms of public visitation, both in its inner part, and in the garden outside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmFS91UGva0/Trx78vyq9jI/AAAAAAAAEYE/CA_Ow5QBNPY/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmFS91UGva0/Trx78vyq9jI/AAAAAAAAEYE/CA_Ow5QBNPY/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Faculty of Law, University of Sao Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Location: Largo São Francisco s / ​​n °&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1827&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: Headquarters of the Law School of São Paulo, one of the most prestigious in the country, there have been Alvares de Azevedo, Castro Alves, Fagundes Varella, etc.. It was in this building that started the major political movements from abolitionism till the Campaign Diretas Já.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say that in its corridors and the library (the first public one in Sao Paulo), you can listen to the most notorious students who went there, arguing about politics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc_m-QpCdLg/Trx81EuNHyI/AAAAAAAAEYU/gl1mnsuRz90/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc_m-QpCdLg/Trx81EuNHyI/AAAAAAAAEYU/gl1mnsuRz90/s200/11.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Obelisk Ibirapuera&lt;br /&gt;Location: Parque do Ibirapuera s / n °&lt;br /&gt;Built in: 1947/1970&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: The 'Heroes' of the 32 Mausoleum Obelisk is a monument where rest the remains of Martins, Miragaia, Drausio and Camargo (known as MMDC), killed in the revolution of 1932, plus more than 700 remains of other combatants. Some people hear gunshots and screams on this site.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p20bKoLd74/Trx9SN8gx7I/AAAAAAAAEYc/hKkE0DI1V8A/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p20bKoLd74/Trx9SN8gx7I/AAAAAAAAEYc/hKkE0DI1V8A/s320/12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Bandeirantes Palace&lt;br /&gt;Location: Avenida Morumbi, 4500.&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1955 (the headquarters in 1970)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: The oldest employees say they listen to the former governor Adhemar de Barros and Count Matarazzo discussing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Count Matarazzo designed the building to house the University Conde Francisco Matarazzo, which did not occur. Steps and noises, in addition to open or close doors have been noticed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8P8jb8N3MkI/Trx9y9OLA0I/AAAAAAAAEYk/j_IyEBUhV1Y/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8P8jb8N3MkI/Trx9y9OLA0I/AAAAAAAAEYk/j_IyEBUhV1Y/s320/13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Miss Yaya's House &lt;br /&gt;Location: Rua Major Diogo, 353.&lt;br /&gt;Built in: 1800&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: In 1870, a very rich lady called Miss Yaya, suffered from a mental illness and therefore was kept secluded in the house for 40 years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say she looked like a zombie, because of the maltreatment, and her death was tragic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After that, all the relatives who mistreated heralso died in terrible ways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVfiwxjGh40/Trx-QDGV3YI/AAAAAAAAEYs/qoPXIArhEso/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVfiwxjGh40/Trx-QDGV3YI/AAAAAAAAEYs/qoPXIArhEso/s320/14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Viaduto do Chá&lt;br /&gt;Location: Anhangabaú Valley&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1892&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: It was the first viaduct of Sao Paulo and connected the street on the right to the Tea Hill, whose owner was Baron of Tatura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the sixteenth century, the Valley Anhangabaú (which means "water of the evil spirit" in Tupi-Guarani), many Indians were killed due to "Entrance of the Flags." Since 1930, some suicides are recorded: they say that people are driven to do so by the action of an evil spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3636409979903554378?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3636409979903554378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-known-hunted-places-in-sao-paulo_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3636409979903554378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3636409979903554378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-known-hunted-places-in-sao-paulo_10.html' title='THE 14 KNOWN HUNTED PLACES IN SAO PAULO PART2'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1B8hw6bCcc/Trx3NpOtoXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/7JiOPj0_ewY/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-2191209194325469585</id><published>2011-11-10T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:55:02.326-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUNTED SPOTS'/><title type='text'>THE 14 KNOWN HUNTED PLACES IN SAO PAULO PART1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ReaPbjpjw/TrxuViVvxrI/AAAAAAAAEW8/vUPeUPbMP5s/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ReaPbjpjw/TrxuViVvxrI/AAAAAAAAEW8/vUPeUPbMP5s/s320/01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Edifício Joelma&lt;br /&gt;Location: Praça da Bandeira, Rua Santo Antônio, 184 e Av. Nove de Julho, 225&lt;br /&gt;Inauguration: The 1970s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: Its name is Edifício Praça da Bandeira. Three years after its opening, it happened a fire in the building that killed 188 people. It is speculated that in the place where the building is there was a pillory and ghosts were already sighted at around that place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joelma was also known as the crime of the well occurred in the 1940s. Some women had disappeared, and when the police investigated the site, found a home with corpses into a well. The house has been closed for years, until it was demolished to build the Joelma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJsY1vT8Y68/TrxuqQhlk7I/AAAAAAAAEXE/u5AwnmgE4EU/s1600/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJsY1vT8Y68/TrxuqQhlk7I/AAAAAAAAEXE/u5AwnmgE4EU/s320/02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Fundação Cásper Líbero&lt;br /&gt;Location: Avenida Paulista, 900&lt;br /&gt;Opening: 1944&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: The building Casper Libero Foundation was inaugurated in 1944 and TV Gazeta in 1950. So they started a few reports of supernatural manifestations considered motivated by low-quality image transmission, common at the time, such as interference problems which drizzle and "ghosts" (you could see on the screen, next to the actor or presenter, a sort of reply). Since then, reports of this nature surfaced. It is also said that a pillory was there before the building's construction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-8DpexDeao/TrxvVSFFinI/AAAAAAAAEXM/UGqtWZu80Wg/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-8DpexDeao/TrxvVSFFinI/AAAAAAAAEXM/UGqtWZu80Wg/s320/03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Municipal Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Location: Praça Ramos de Azevedo, s/n°&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1911&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: The employees have spotted ghosts on stage or people with clothing of 1900 in the cabins.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There also have been reports of an orchestra on stage and the sighting of opera singers in one of the dressing room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E578nzQietk/TrxwWySis2I/AAAAAAAAEXU/Z7E0N2i_n7Q/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E578nzQietk/TrxwWySis2I/AAAAAAAAEXU/Z7E0N2i_n7Q/s320/04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Consolation Cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Location: Street of Consolation, 1660&lt;br /&gt;Opening: 1858&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: It was the first cemetery of São Paulo and its chapel was erected thanks to the donation of the famous Marchioness of Santos, D. Pedro lover. There are numerous events including appearances as the very famous dead Domitilla (the Marchioness), Monteiro Lobato, Tarsila do Amaral, among others as Antoninho Marmo da Rocha, who died in the 1930s and is known as the Saint of the People, whose tomb is located in block 80, plot 6. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is an interesting story: when the daughter of Commander Ermelino Matarazzo was buried, the gravedigger died. Till this date, people say the ghost of the gravedigger appears sitting on the grave of the girl or wandering through the cemetery to see how thow is its conservation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ka5ut2kF1Uw/Trxwz3f1O7I/AAAAAAAAEXc/MNRBTF72TXM/s1600/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ka5ut2kF1Uw/Trxwz3f1O7I/AAAAAAAAEXc/MNRBTF72TXM/s320/05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Holy Cross of the Hanged Chapel&lt;br /&gt;Location: Praça da Liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1887&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: In 1821, Corporal Jose Francisco das Chagas called for equal pay and better treatment of Brazilian soldiers. He was punished with death by hanging. But on the day of execution, the rope broke twice, and who attended considered it a sign from heaven to clear him, but he died. This caused the commotion of the population and in its intention, was erected a cross.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixty six years later, a chapel was built on site. Since then, there are reports that Chaguinha (name of the cable) is seen. The chapel is also called the "Church of Souls."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65ukWN7pCO4/TrxxRgkgpiI/AAAAAAAAEXk/m5YO4kpwu6s/s1600/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65ukWN7pCO4/TrxxRgkgpiI/AAAAAAAAEXk/m5YO4kpwu6s/s320/06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Building Andraus&lt;br /&gt;Location: Avenida São João and Rua Pedro Américo, 32&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1962&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: This building burned down in 1972 with a balance of 16 dead and more than three hundred wounded. Until now, residents say they listen to the cries for help of those who died.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There have been cases of "poltergeist" like the sound of doors and windows that open and close by themselves, and the sound of footsteps.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ToVUKOJgT0/Trxxm89M72I/AAAAAAAAEXs/m9OQjJthb5Y/s1600/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ToVUKOJgT0/Trxxm89M72I/AAAAAAAAEXs/m9OQjJthb5Y/s320/07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Martinelli Building&lt;br /&gt;Location: Rua São Bento 397 a 413, Av. São João 11 a 65 e Rua Líbero Badaró 504 a 518.&lt;br /&gt;Opened: 1929&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History: In this building, clubs, cafeterias and schools of dance made ​​it an icon of modernity in the 1930s. There are two types of reports appearing in Martinelli: first, a brunette woman, with long hair who died in the building in the 1930s and who insists on working at night in one of the rooms. People say they hear the sounds of a typewriter and the sounds of her steps, walking with high heels.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The second appearance was Davilson boy, who was killed and thrown down the elevator shaft in the 1940s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-2191209194325469585?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/2191209194325469585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-known-hunted-places-in-sao-paulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2191209194325469585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2191209194325469585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-known-hunted-places-in-sao-paulo.html' title='THE 14 KNOWN HUNTED PLACES IN SAO PAULO PART1'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ReaPbjpjw/TrxuViVvxrI/AAAAAAAAEW8/vUPeUPbMP5s/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3810707420117546290</id><published>2011-10-17T06:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:10:08.299-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>THE BLACK CRIPPLED BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU6649Yt9s/Tpvq44zt7XI/AAAAAAAAEEc/krYvpr9n_sk/s1600/Pretinho_Aleijado_250x195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU6649Yt9s/Tpvq44zt7XI/AAAAAAAAEEc/krYvpr9n_sk/s1600/Pretinho_Aleijado_250x195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This story happened in the town of Three Lakes, near Campo Grande - MS. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the year of 1914 was founded the church of St. Anthony, a beautiful church that lets clear the mixture of our people, because it brings the architectural influence of various cultures, including Japanese. In this church worked a charismatic black boy with a large smile on his face that was always good about life. He had only one hand, but was a devoted caretaker and one of his tasks was to ring the bells of the towers of the church in times of Mass and Ave Maria, telling the people that answered the call of the heavy bronze bells.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But in one dark night the little church was invaded by a thief who was determined to steal anything of value that he could find there. The poor janitor heard the noise of the unexpected visitor and went to check what it was and see who it was, but before he could have any reaction the criminal stabbed him several times with a knife, killing the poor guy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next morning the silence of the bells showed that something had happened. The residents went to the little church and saw the terrifying scene of the death of the poor boy so dear to all. Outraged, they formed a task force to take justice into their own hands, the most determined of the group was a farm worker who swore to kill the bad guy at all costs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Days passed followed by the constant search of the killer and the silence of the bells. Until one night when everybody heard the twelve midnight beats of the church bells. The farm worker went to the tower thinking it was the bad guy and there he saw the soul of the dead janitor, who asked him not to kill the murderer, because only to God belongs the right to take someone's life. And this was done. The search for the killer stopped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But even today some say that at some nights the spirit of the dedicated young man still commits to his former role of ringing the church bells...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The name of the poor janitor fell was forgotten, until today he is known affectionately by his nickname at that time, the Black Crippled Boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This fact has become such an old story that the story became legend, known by few, but always admired by all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3810707420117546290?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3810707420117546290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-crippled-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3810707420117546290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3810707420117546290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-crippled-boy.html' title='THE BLACK CRIPPLED BOY'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU6649Yt9s/Tpvq44zt7XI/AAAAAAAAEEc/krYvpr9n_sk/s72-c/Pretinho_Aleijado_250x195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-6230122449446937746</id><published>2011-10-03T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:44:25.941-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><title type='text'>TOP 10 SCARIEST MOVIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_VJWbRwE0w/TonT1T0k0CI/AAAAAAAAEC0/yl6l01Xl9qc/s1600/cinemedo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_VJWbRwE0w/TonT1T0k0CI/AAAAAAAAEC0/yl6l01Xl9qc/s1600/cinemedo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody has their own Top 10 scariest movies, so here it is mine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. "The Exorcist" (1973)&lt;br /&gt;I was about 5 the first time I watched it and yes, it scared the shit out of me. The real terror of "The Exorcist" may not involve Satan and possession, but the helplessness of a parent trying to save a child. Of course, a ton of harrowing special effects and director William Friedkin's somber respect for the supernatural subject matter doesn't hurt either. It's horror for grown-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Psycho" (1960)&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Hitchcock's blueprint for contemporary horror: More than just a film, "Psycho" was a cultural slap in the face. Censors wanted to ban it, while screaming audiences couldn't get enough of it. Hitch employs all of his tricks - shifting audience sympathies, killing off the main character halfway through the film and a ton of macabre humor - but more importantly he makes the horror internal. Norman Bates isn't a monster in the classic sense; he suggests that the greatest evil can lurk beneath the quietest, most pleasant surface. And no one, of course, can possibly match Anthony Perkins' amazing, subtle and creepy performance as Norman Bates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Poltergeist" (1982)&lt;br /&gt;This is still one of the best ghost stories ever made. The film takes the safety and ordinaryness of the American suburb and turns it into a house of horrors. And it all begins with some strange and amusing poltergeist activity in a young family's home, and gets serious when five-year-old Carol Anne disappears. A team of paranormal investigators is called in, but it's a task none of them are quite prepared for. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. "The Silence of the Lambs" (1991)&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Foster never signed back onto the "Lecter" franchise, and that's  all the more reason to watch the original as many times as you can  stomach it. Lecter versus Starling. Hopkins versus Foster. Buffalo Bill,  in night-vision goggles and a human-skin suit, versus the world. All  that psychological suspense aside, we know you jumped 35 feet in the air  when Lecter snapped suddenly at the glass... Go on, fess up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. "The Sixth Sense" (1999)&lt;br /&gt;Nine-year-old Cole Sear (Haley Joel Osment) always seems disturbed, frightened... and his mother cannot figure out why. He finally confesses to psychiatrist Malcolm Crowe (Bruce Willis) that it's because he sees dead people - everywhere... and they're not always pleasant to look at. This movie has a surprising ending!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. "Nightmare on Elm Street" (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Before dream-killer Freddy Krueger became a quipping pop-culture reference, he represented the most twisted monster unleashed on the public since Halloween's Michael Myers. Seeking vengeance by slicing and dicing the children of the parents who murdered him, Freddy scared the hell out of Cineplex audiences. His on-screen entrance remains terrifying, as does much of director Wes Craven's surreal, smart and shocking masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "The Fly" (1986)&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you cross a classic Kafka tale, a lot of goop, Geena Davis, and Jeff Goldblum? No, the answer's not "Reading Rainbow." "The Fly" is a psychological thriller as it flips human morality on its head (think twice before you crush that little ant under your foot). The movie also has enough special effects to make your stomach churn; and that maggot scene, well… you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Halloween" (1978)&lt;br /&gt;It was all downhill from here on out for Jamie Lee Curtis. And we mean that. Would she ever scream like this again? Hide in a closet while a very persistent Michael Myers spent about, oh, say, 78 minutes trying to hack through the door? Did we mention she's related to the killer? Little known fact: John Carpenter wrote the theme song himself. Genius like that doesn't come along many times in a lifetime, folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Alien" (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Sigourney Weaver: hot. Alien monster: ugly. Throw them together in a futuristic, highly stylized space battleground: beautiful. And terrifying. "Alien" was important not least because it showed that the science-fiction horror genre was one of possibility - this movie was also intelligently rendered, psychologically powerful, and, well, gross. Where else can find a bloody creature being birthed from a human surrogate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "The Ring" (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Naomi Watts. Very good looking, yes. Sassy? Yep. Try squaring her off against a weird chick who really wants to climb out of a well and kill people and eat their guts. OK, well maybe she doesn't want to eat their guts. But she does a good job of killing a lot of people in this cinematically beautiful horror romp - and she scares the bejeezus out of Naomi Watts in the process. Hey, that little kid playing the doomed son is cute, but kinda freaky. Extra points for that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-6230122449446937746?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/6230122449446937746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-10-scariest-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6230122449446937746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6230122449446937746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-10-scariest-movies.html' title='TOP 10 SCARIEST MOVIES'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_VJWbRwE0w/TonT1T0k0CI/AAAAAAAAEC0/yl6l01Xl9qc/s72-c/cinemedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3329288899934249436</id><published>2011-09-07T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:40:26.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYTHOLOGY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><title type='text'>THE HUNTER AND THE CAIPORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e2od5_7o3w/TmfR16l8dFI/AAAAAAAAEAA/k-NEV2L7gnc/s1600/caipora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e2od5_7o3w/TmfR16l8dFI/AAAAAAAAEAA/k-NEV2L7gnc/s1600/caipora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a very ancient legend of the Brazilian backwoods about a being protector of wildlife: the Caipora. According to the legend the Caipora is a small, dark being with sharp teeth, always mounted on a wild pig and wielding a whip of rawhide with which usually it punishes the hunters or their dogs. It was in the midst of these stories that Joseph grew up in the backwoods of Bahia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After almost twenty years working as a bus driver without a vacation, Joseph was really stressed out and decided to travel and revisit his native Bahia. After a few days visiting relatives and friends, drinking lots of rum and eating lots of "Buch" and "chicken", Joseph was invited by some friends for a hunt... It would be there in the woods that Joseph knew very well, since he grewn in the region. After the preparations, shotgun cartridges and loaded the dogs "leashes", he got a warning of an uncle already very old that had spent his whole existence in that region:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Are you taking smoke to Caipora? If you do not take it you won´t get anything and will be at risk of meeting with it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Come on uncle, these things do not exist! That is the story that father and mother listened to Grandpa and told to scare us... - Joseph replied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- He who warns is a friend... - Said the old man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At dusk that day they went into the woods fearlessness without taking the "smoke"... After some hours of walking without bumping into some hunting the dogs began to bark, and they were released into the forest. Joseph and his friends were running like crazy trying to catch the dogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Is must be something big! - Asked Joseph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- For the barking of the dogs must be a wild pig. - Replied the friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few minutes, they heard the dogs give the signal and shortly thereafter the same grunting loud and painful... They came close and the dogs ran to near the hunters with their tails between their legs... In examining the dogs, they noticed marks on the back lash from them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- That's from Caipora! - Said one of his friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- There is no such thing as Caipora, this is something of people who have nothing to do... Let´s shot them! - Shouted José firing at random into the woods.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After the shooting the woods got a gloomy silence and the dogs were even more restless, shadows were seen passing between the trees, more shots were fired to no avail, then they decided to return... they got lost...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They spent till dawn in the woods being chased by the shadows every now and then casting a whipping in the dogs. With the sun already high they could find the trail and discovered they had been walking in circles all night with the track was very close to where they were. Upon arrival, the old uncle took a look at the dogs, smiled and replied cynically:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- In the next hunt do not forget to take the smoke...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3329288899934249436?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3329288899934249436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunter-and-caipora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3329288899934249436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3329288899934249436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunter-and-caipora.html' title='THE HUNTER AND THE CAIPORA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e2od5_7o3w/TmfR16l8dFI/AAAAAAAAEAA/k-NEV2L7gnc/s72-c/caipora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8722814776825242977</id><published>2011-08-13T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:00:34.415-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>WANDERING JEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1kvREBbk5U/TkcAdG9urSI/AAAAAAAAD9M/B_mTuW_Bj50/s1600/Wandering_jew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1kvREBbk5U/TkcAdG9urSI/AAAAAAAAD9M/B_mTuW_Bj50/s320/Wandering_jew.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wandering Jew, or Ahsuerus Ahsverus also called, is a mythical character, part of Christian oral traditions. He would be a contemporary of Jesus Christ, a resident of Jerusalem, and there, worked in a tannery or a shoemaker's workshop, which was one of the streets where those condemned to death by crucifixion passed carrying their crosses. On Friday of the Passion, Jesus Christ, through that road carrying his cross, was plagued with ironies, or verbally or physically assaulted by Ahsverus. Jesus, then, would have cursed, condemned him to wander the world, never die, until his return, in the end of times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The versions of the incident vary. One is that Jesus Christ would have fallen under the weight of the cross, right in front of the store where he worked and this Ahsverus, mocking, would have shouted to the condemned man to "walk". Jesus would have answered it, that the shoemaker, was the one who would walk the world until the end of time. A variant of the earlier version says that Simon the Cyrene offered to help Jesus to lift the cross, Jesus would have asked for help to Ahsverus, who refused. And a different version of the legend is it that Jesus actually would have stopped before the tannery and asked  Ahsverus to give him a cup of water. Ahsverus would then reply: "If you are the Son of God, make it appear a fountain of fresh water from the ground" and Jesus, then cursed him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is possible that the legend of the Wandering Jew has been commenced in the fourth century when a bishop of Armenia or Persia, Constantinople visiting or joining the Council of Nicaea, was quoted as saying in response to an unbeliever, who still remained in their country, alive, a witness to the martyrdom of Jesus Christ. Then we have the popular imagination do the rest, sometimes making a confusion with the figure of an employee of Caiaphas called Malchus with a citizen of Jerusalem called Cartáfilo or even Judas Iscariot, who had somehow, survived the self-hanging.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8722814776825242977?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8722814776825242977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/wandering-jew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8722814776825242977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8722814776825242977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/wandering-jew.html' title='WANDERING JEW'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1kvREBbk5U/TkcAdG9urSI/AAAAAAAAD9M/B_mTuW_Bj50/s72-c/Wandering_jew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-6355246675446061249</id><published>2011-08-10T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:24:16.575-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><title type='text'>THE DEVIL´S FOOTPRINTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5WyoVQg7ws/TkKvAuNhq1I/AAAAAAAAD9E/dR-wvDTAidE/s1600/Pegadas_do_Diabo_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5WyoVQg7ws/TkKvAuNhq1I/AAAAAAAAD9E/dR-wvDTAidE/s1600/Pegadas_do_Diabo_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the night of the 8th of February 1855, heavy snowfall blanketed the countryside and small villages of Southern Devon. The last snow is thought to have fallen around midnight, and between this time and around 6.00am the following morning, something (or some things) left a myriad of tracks in the snow, stretching for a hundred miles or more, from the River Exe, to Totnes on the River Dart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The early risers were the first to find them, strange hoof-shaped prints in straight lines, passing over rooftops, through walls and covering huge areas of land. A set of the prints were even supposed to have bridged a two mile span of the river Exe, continuing on the other side as if the creature had walked over the water.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It soon became clear that the phenomenon was widespread, and some of the more scientifically minded examined the prints in detail. One naturalist sketched some of the marks, and measured the distance between them, it was found to be eight and a half inches. This spacing seemed to be consistant wherever the tracks were measured. It was also noted that the way in which they were set out, one in front of the other, suggested a biped rather than a creature walking on four legs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some clergymen suggested that the prints belonged to the Devil, who was roaming the countryside in search of sinners (a great ploy to fill the churches), while others rejected the idea as superstition. It is true that a feeling of unease had spread through some of the population, who watched carefully to see if the strange footprints would return. They did not and after a couple of days the news spread out of Devon and made the national press. The phenomena sparked correspondence in some of the leading papers including the Times and the Illustrated news. This brought more accounts to light, and led to a plethora of speculation by eminent scientists and lay men alike.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PIHC7iTagM/TkKvBMuWl2I/AAAAAAAAD9I/HTqew2G5Z_4/s1600/Pegadas_do_Diabo_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PIHC7iTagM/TkKvBMuWl2I/AAAAAAAAD9I/HTqew2G5Z_4/s400/Pegadas_do_Diabo_05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seems that most of the Southern villages of Devon, from Totnes to  Topsham, had been inundated with the prints in all manner of  absurdities. Some stopped abruptly and continued after a large break,  others stopped at walls as high as 14 feet, only to continue on the  other side, leaving untouched snow on the top of the wall. Some were  even said to have travelled through narrow apertures such as drainpipes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The papers picked up that some kangaroos had escaped from a private  Zoo belonging to a Mr Fische at Sidmouth, but the tracks description  bears no resemblance to the tracks a kangaroo would leave. Sir Richard  Owen, the eminent Biologist, suggested that the tracks were made by  badgers, roaming the countryside in search of food. He explained the  strange shape of the prints as the result of freeze-thaw action. This  explanation only holds as much ground as the other theories given at the  time, these included roaming racoons, rats, swans, otters and the  theory that a hot air balloon passed over head trailing a rope. These  could explain some of the tracks made that night, but certainly not all  of them, unless all of the above were to blame in separate occurrences.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are similar scattered cases from other parts of the world and  also one written account in Britain. According to Ralph of Coggeshall,  (who also recorded strange arial phenomena during his era) a writer from  the 13th Century, on the 19th of July 1205 strange hoof print appeared  after a violent electrical storm. In mid July these tracks would only be  visible in the soft earth, and the electrical storm suggests some kind  of natural phenomenon as yet unknown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Devil's Footprints remain an intriguing mystery that will only  truly be solved if the phenomenon happens again and can be examined more  closely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-6355246675446061249?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/6355246675446061249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/devils-footprints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6355246675446061249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6355246675446061249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/devils-footprints.html' title='THE DEVIL´S FOOTPRINTS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5WyoVQg7ws/TkKvAuNhq1I/AAAAAAAAD9E/dR-wvDTAidE/s72-c/Pegadas_do_Diabo_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1485289185363173346</id><published>2011-08-09T19:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:19:46.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>RESSURECTION MARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdLtY1-n-Hw/TkGwquR5YoI/AAAAAAAAD9A/LC2p4URgen0/s1600/resurrection-mary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdLtY1-n-Hw/TkGwquR5YoI/AAAAAAAAD9A/LC2p4URgen0/s320/resurrection-mary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary was a beautiful young Polish American girl with long blonde hair  and blue eyes. She loved to go out in the evenings dancing. One cold  winter night in 1934, she was with her boyfriend at the O. Henry  Ballroom, now Willowbrook Ballroom on Archer Avenue in Justice Illinois,  a southern suburb of Chicago. The couple had an argument that night and  Mary walked out of the ballroom determined that she would rather walk  home alone than ride home with her date. She didn’t walk very far up  Archer Avenue when suddenly a car skidded out of control and struck  her. The driver fled the scene leaving Mary either dead or dying on the  side of the cold dark road. She was already dead by the time she was  found, and was buried shortly afterwards in Resurrection Cemetery, in  her white dress and dancing shoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Several years later, drivers  along Archer Avenue started reporting strange encounters with a young  woman in a white dress. She always appeared to be real person, until she  would inexplicably vanish. Motorists passing by Resurrection Cemetery  began claiming that a young woman was attempting to jump onto the  running boards of their cars. When they stopped to go to her aid, she  would be gone. Some even said that their car passed directly through the  girl. At that point, she would turn and disappear through the cemetery  gates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhwTFZ_mrdQ/TkGwqOrLJ2I/AAAAAAAAD88/F1mg-FfIFtE/s1600/Resurrection+Mary+...+Resurrection+Cemetery+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhwTFZ_mrdQ/TkGwqOrLJ2I/AAAAAAAAD88/F1mg-FfIFtE/s200/Resurrection+Mary+...+Resurrection+Cemetery+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The strange encounters began to move further away from the graveyard  and closer to the Ballroom. She was now being reported on the nearby  roadway and sometimes, inside of the ballroom itself. On many occasions,  young men would meet her at the ballroom, dance with her and then  offer her a ride home. She would accept  and offer directions that would lead north on Archer Avenue. When  the car would reach the gates of Resurrection Cemetery, the young woman  would always vanish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bewildered and shaken drivers began to appear almost routinely in  nearby businesses and even at the nearby Justice, Illinois police  station. They told strange and frightening stories and sometimes they  were believed and sometimes they were not. Regardless, they created an  even greater legend of the vanishing girl, who would go on to become  Resurrection Mary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1485289185363173346?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1485289185363173346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ressuraction-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1485289185363173346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1485289185363173346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ressuraction-mary.html' title='RESSURECTION MARY'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdLtY1-n-Hw/TkGwquR5YoI/AAAAAAAAD9A/LC2p4URgen0/s72-c/resurrection-mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-9097556707394008150</id><published>2011-08-08T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:15:18.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMONS'/><title type='text'>CARNIVAL OF HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47rFEpdD1Uw/TkB41307_KI/AAAAAAAAD84/ZN9jWJdJ29w/s1600/Carnaval_04_250x195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47rFEpdD1Uw/TkB41307_KI/AAAAAAAAD84/ZN9jWJdJ29w/s1600/Carnaval_04_250x195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Amazon is a region rich in myths and legends, and embedded in the forest there are several cities that blend into the middle of the green mosaic, people live closely with nature and learn to live with it in the midst of fantastic events that for many are just stories, for me it is a cultural heritage.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This story I'm going to tell comes from São Paulo de Olivença, the city of Amazonas state near the border with Colombia and Peru.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is said that a few decades ago, a city of very strong religious background, as the tradition of the families go to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened in their routine, when it came the most famous pagan festival of Brazil, the Carnival. This time the pastor of the city wanted to re-moralize the city that passed through many changes, especially alcohol-related problems, and this occasion he was merciless with the faithful ones, wanting them to attend the masses he would celebrate during the carnival, the population found themselves in a tricky situation, it seemed that their religious tradition would prevail, but to the surprise of the pastor the population simply disappeared, only a few showed up and this caused the anger of the priest, who pissed cursed: "these stupid people, chose the devil instead of God, so they celebrate it with the devil."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who heard that were scared, but after the situation they went to their homes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The party took place in the street with lots of drinking and other earthly delights, the main focus of the festival took place in the square matrix, which is opposite the church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they were at about 03:00 am the unexpected happened and they got terrified, not just one person but dozens of people saw nothing more, nothing less than the devil dancing and spitting fire!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panic swept the crowd and the tumult was made. On the other nights the party continued, but with much less people cause most of them went to church.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-9097556707394008150?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/9097556707394008150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/carnival-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/9097556707394008150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/9097556707394008150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/carnival-of-hell.html' title='CARNIVAL OF HELL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47rFEpdD1Uw/TkB41307_KI/AAAAAAAAD84/ZN9jWJdJ29w/s72-c/Carnaval_04_250x195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5919997889922355284</id><published>2011-08-08T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:39:58.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>POCONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBi4mFyF3vc/TkBx6c5xigI/AAAAAAAAD80/usqI24LQ0nk/s1600/Pocong_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBi4mFyF3vc/TkBx6c5xigI/AAAAAAAAD80/usqI24LQ0nk/s320/Pocong_02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Pocong is a ghost from Indonesia or Malaysia that is said to be the soul of a dead person trapped in their suit. The pocong suit is used by Muslims to cover the body of the dead person. They cover the dead body with white fabric and tie the clothing over the head, under the feet, and on the neck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to native beliefs, the soul of a dead person will stay on Earth for 40 days after death. When the bonds are not untied after 40 days, it said that the body jumps out of the grave to warn people that the soul needs the bonds to be released. After the bonds are released, the soul will leave Earth and never appear again. Because of ties in the feet, the ghost can not walk. This makes the Pocong to hop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5919997889922355284?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5919997889922355284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/pocong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5919997889922355284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5919997889922355284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/pocong.html' title='POCONG'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBi4mFyF3vc/TkBx6c5xigI/AAAAAAAAD80/usqI24LQ0nk/s72-c/Pocong_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7890050778321224549</id><published>2011-08-08T07:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:30:52.069-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMONS'/><title type='text'>YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27-d8F9Bcc8/Tj-5NsdTf_I/AAAAAAAAD8w/LakxFJGiT1I/s1600/diabo_250x195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27-d8F9Bcc8/Tj-5NsdTf_I/AAAAAAAAD8w/LakxFJGiT1I/s1600/diabo_250x195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;For many years there was a man who was addicted to playing cards. He was not a drinker ... His addiction was the cards!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;His wife was already pissed of the hours he spend every nights away from home to play with friends. Also he had lost a lot of money on it. One day she complained to him before he left home: "Going out to play again??!!! And will lose even more money!!"... Then he said: "Today if I lose I want to see the devil right in front of me!!!", and left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He played until almost midnight ... and lost. Returning home he was going through dirt roads and cut through a pasture. Lowered to pass underneath a fence and when he raised his head he was staring at a goat with eyes as red as fire... and the goat SAID: "You wanted to see me, didn´t you?" (In the neighborhood there was no one that creates goats). The man faint down there! When he woke it was almost morning, and very scared he ran home. Almost with no voice he told his wife what had happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Needless to say, he never went gambling again!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7890050778321224549?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7890050778321224549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-just-have-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7890050778321224549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7890050778321224549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-just-have-to-ask.html' title='YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK...'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27-d8F9Bcc8/Tj-5NsdTf_I/AAAAAAAAD8w/LakxFJGiT1I/s72-c/diabo_250x195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5845521503346409732</id><published>2011-08-06T07:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T07:57:30.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>THE GETTYSBURG GHOSTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evONqb_27Is/Tj0b-q5CfhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/s6Nx64KkZ7o/s1600/Fantasmas_Gettysburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evONqb_27Is/Tj0b-q5CfhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/s6Nx64KkZ7o/s320/Fantasmas_Gettysburg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;At Gettysburg was fought the greatest battle of the Civil War. The armies of North and South, with a contingent of 150,000 men, faced off during days 1, 2 and 3 July 1863 and suffered 53,000 casualties, a little less than the amount of U.S. soldiers killed in Vietnam War.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Battle of Gettysburg was won by Northern troops and reversed the course of the Civil War, until then completely favorable to the rebels of the South.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After Gettysburg, the South was never the same. They fought for another two years until the surrender in April 1865.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sacrifice of the 53,000 soldiers who fell in that battle was recognized and honored by President Abraham Lincoln in November 1863, when he made a historical speech at the inauguration of the city's military cemetery.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All this made the fame of Gettysburg. American children learn at school the speech of Lincoln at Gettysburg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the last Civil War soldier died in 1956, Gettysburg was covered with monuments raised by the veterans who fought there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gettysburg is now a National Park. Daily school bus with students flocking to the city attractions vying with hundreds of tourists and historians.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gettysburg National Park is a beautiful place. Full of colors, flowers, birds, squirrels, etc.. Peaceful. You can browse the local battle by car or on foot. In hours or days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is going to Gettysburg must know and love history. You can study and learn there. Guides are trained at the Visitor Center to do just that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But there are stories of Gettysburg that are not in the history books. What about the vision of a cavalry officer in full uniform North passing quietly with his horse in front of a group of visitors, and reaching the other side of the road disappearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or a group of "reenactors" which, in the middle of a passage found in the woods three soldiers who hand them a box of ammunition dated 1863, never used and brand new and then disappear into the fog? And the wounded soldier to a visitor asks for water in the park when he was already getting dark? And the sound of marching troops at dawn in front of a hotel window overlooking the battlefield?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the screams of wounded in the basement of Gettysburg College occupied for weeks after the battle and as a field hospital?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One explanation for these supernatural events can be in fact so many young people have had a sudden and violent death.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It may be that their souls have no rest, continue to wander in the places they lived their last days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For those who like that sort of story and emotion, the City Ghost Tours offers daily basis. Walks with expert guides to places where we hear reports say happened repeatedly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At night Gettysburg gets transformed. In the houses' windows candles appear. According to tradition, this means that people in that home are awaiting the return of a loved one who went to war. And he's still in the tunnel of time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5845521503346409732?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5845521503346409732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/gettysburg-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5845521503346409732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5845521503346409732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/gettysburg-ghosts.html' title='THE GETTYSBURG GHOSTS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evONqb_27Is/Tj0b-q5CfhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/s6Nx64KkZ7o/s72-c/Fantasmas_Gettysburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5733600041533615599</id><published>2011-08-06T07:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T07:18:10.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>THE GHOST GIRL OF THE VILLA MERCEDES SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cipPUZ0_K-Q/Tj0TwV6fWuI/AAAAAAAAD8g/d181Ln8W_OU/s1600/Menina_Fantasma_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cipPUZ0_K-Q/Tj0TwV6fWuI/AAAAAAAAD8g/d181Ln8W_OU/s320/Menina_Fantasma_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A strange apparition of a ghost girl was photographed by a teacher in a school auditorium, behind a group of students.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The unusual incident happened at the Normal School in Villa Mercedes, San Luis (Argentina), and the photo was taken at a security conference, offered by the inspector of police station, Gladys Perez and teachers, held in the auditorium of the establishment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the teachers, decided to photograph the event and when downloaded the images taken with her digital camera, you can see the portrait of a girl sitting in the back and completely apart from the rest of the students, and that none of the participants had seen in the meeting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confused, she showed it to her colleagues, and all concluded that she had not attended the meeting, neither recognized nor considered a regular student of the college. All claimed that they never saw her in school, she had never attended school and had no records of this girl, officials said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Many people saw the image. Points. It's like a blurry figure sitting in place. Some say the ghost of the auditorium," said Daniela Rivas, director of the Normal School in Villa Mercedes, Cadena 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To further deepen the mystery, Professor Gaston Aseff, sent the picture for employees, specialized in images and detection of counterfeiting, which concluded that the evidence presented is a photograph that has not been tampered or altered or digitally manipulated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl27rmvu2Ec/Tj0UpGlAkyI/AAAAAAAAD8k/GFP4qgNyVHs/s1600/Menina_Fantasma_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl27rmvu2Ec/Tj0UpGlAkyI/AAAAAAAAD8k/GFP4qgNyVHs/s320/Menina_Fantasma_02.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5733600041533615599?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5733600041533615599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghost-girl-of-villa-mercedes-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5733600041533615599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5733600041533615599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghost-girl-of-villa-mercedes-school.html' title='THE GHOST GIRL OF THE VILLA MERCEDES SCHOOL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cipPUZ0_K-Q/Tj0TwV6fWuI/AAAAAAAAD8g/d181Ln8W_OU/s72-c/Menina_Fantasma_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-2869902292370295441</id><published>2011-08-05T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:56:23.712-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><title type='text'>GHOST CITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCaju6XWz7M/TjxXP1sgWEI/AAAAAAAAD8U/6G1MRiStMgc/s1600/Cidade_Fantasma_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCaju6XWz7M/TjxXP1sgWEI/AAAAAAAAD8U/6G1MRiStMgc/s400/Cidade_Fantasma_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine the surprise of residents in a Chinese village that suddenly seen the emergence of a giant mirage of a 'ghost town' with towers and vegetation along the river in Xin'an Huanshan City in eastern China. The appearance came at the beginning of June after heavy rains and maximum conditions of humidity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the photo, you can see tall buildings, mountains and trees that seem to arise through the ghostly mist that had descended over the river at dusk in a place where people usually only see the skyline.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some residents were so impressed with the vision that came to say that the city would be submerged and that may belong to a civilization that can be lost in time. But some experts do not believe in legends and ghostly apparitions, then tried to give their scientific interpretation of the phenomenon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They believe that the vision may have been a mirage - an illusion so common in wet weather. The phenomenon is caused when moisture from the air is warmer than the temperature of the water, projecting images in the air. Normally, the mirage is typically cloudy and bright, like a reflection in the water view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that science always has an explanation for everything, but the Chinese mirage impresses as if it was truly "out of this world", don´t you think? Check out more photos below!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs0WQzXUVi8/TjxYHmtLiaI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/K2UxXOAW4zE/s1600/Cidade_Fantasma_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs0WQzXUVi8/TjxYHmtLiaI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/K2UxXOAW4zE/s400/Cidade_Fantasma_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oZt6y5Y-8E/TjxYKNhRM5I/AAAAAAAAD8c/OV6rATblB14/s1600/Cidade_Fantasma_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oZt6y5Y-8E/TjxYKNhRM5I/AAAAAAAAD8c/OV6rATblB14/s400/Cidade_Fantasma_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-2869902292370295441?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/2869902292370295441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghost-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2869902292370295441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/2869902292370295441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghost-city.html' title='GHOST CITY'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCaju6XWz7M/TjxXP1sgWEI/AAAAAAAAD8U/6G1MRiStMgc/s72-c/Cidade_Fantasma_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7524989762480682214</id><published>2011-06-20T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:48:07.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><title type='text'>VINTAGE HALLOWEEN PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today with the help of computer and lots of makeup one person can easily get their face ripped off in a matter of minutes. Before all this technology we have today, the Halloween costumes looked like the ones bellow.&amp;nbsp; The images are quite creepy though. I confess I do really like old photos. Most of them have a dark aspect. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQuEOSjo0II/TgAEid_fxkI/AAAAAAAADyo/7mvGIj4LsfU/s1600/enhanced-buzz-8199-1256932946-2_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQuEOSjo0II/TgAEid_fxkI/AAAAAAAADyo/7mvGIj4LsfU/s320/enhanced-buzz-8199-1256932946-2_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLTHEBXc1tU/TgAFHyl52AI/AAAAAAAADy4/oAH4H0LfPoA/s1600/vintage_halloween_costumes_01_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLTHEBXc1tU/TgAFHyl52AI/AAAAAAAADy4/oAH4H0LfPoA/s320/vintage_halloween_costumes_01_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGjS9FgIgNE/TgAEj75WcAI/AAAAAAAADyw/0ahEiMv_mVs/s1600/vintage_halloween_costumes_08_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGjS9FgIgNE/TgAEj75WcAI/AAAAAAAADyw/0ahEiMv_mVs/s320/vintage_halloween_costumes_08_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vGJdbpbrJ8/TgAEkifc9BI/AAAAAAAADy0/RAVX8dC3Ro4/s1600/vintage_halloween_costumes_10_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vGJdbpbrJ8/TgAEkifc9BI/AAAAAAAADy0/RAVX8dC3Ro4/s320/vintage_halloween_costumes_10_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps.:Click on the images to see them in their real size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7524989762480682214?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7524989762480682214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/vintage-halloween-photos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7524989762480682214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7524989762480682214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/vintage-halloween-photos.html' title='VINTAGE HALLOWEEN PHOTOS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQuEOSjo0II/TgAEid_fxkI/AAAAAAAADyo/7mvGIj4LsfU/s72-c/enhanced-buzz-8199-1256932946-2_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-4153047091820254924</id><published>2011-06-20T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:07:42.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLTERGEIST'/><title type='text'>THE AMITYVILLE HORROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_qvpHTgAD8/Tf_0g3b4XqI/AAAAAAAADyg/1DqMiL0n6v4/s1600/amityville-300x238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_qvpHTgAD8/Tf_0g3b4XqI/AAAAAAAADyg/1DqMiL0n6v4/s1600/amityville-300x238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;An account of the tragic murders of the DeFeo family before 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville became the most famous haunted house in history.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thousands of sightseers flock to the small, quiet town of Amityville, Long Island each year in search of demons and ghosts. Its rich history and beauty are overshadowed by the story of George and Kathy Lutz, the previous residents of 112 Ocean Avenue, who claimed that shortly after moving into the house they "fled in terror," driven out by paranormal activity. The best selling novel and popular movie have marked the town as the site of the most famous haunted house in history, yet many are unaware that the true history of this house is much darker than "The Amityville Horror's" icy drafts and bleeding walls. Six members of the DeFeo family were murdered at 112 Ocean Avenue one year before the Lutz family moved in and their tragedy haunts the citizens of Amityville to this day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It has been reported that in the early morning hours of November 13, 1974, Ronald DeFeo, Jr Butch left the second floor TV room and grabbed his .35 Marlin Rifle. While his parents and four younger brothers and sisters were sleeping he methodically shot and killed each one of them. He entered his parent's bedroom first, instantly killing his father Ronald DeFeo with two shots to the lower back. His mother Louise was awakened by the gunfire but before she had a chance to react Butch proceeded to fire two bullets into her chest. Since the bodies of his four younger brothers and sisters were all found in their beds, it appeared that they were not awakened by the shots. His two younger brothers, John and Mark, were his next victims. Standing between their beds in the room the two young boys shared, he fired one shot at close range into each of their bodies. Finally, he entered the room of his sisters Dawn and Allison. Dawn was the closest in age to Butch, and Allison was in grade school with John and Mark. Butch did not hesitate when he fired two shots into their heads, killing them instantly. The police reported that all six victims were found on their stomachs with their heads resting on their arms.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q31EK3-xzJA/Tf_8M16kCII/AAAAAAAADyk/R-jjEr8QIGM/s1600/amityville_crimescene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q31EK3-xzJA/Tf_8M16kCII/AAAAAAAADyk/R-jjEr8QIGM/s1600/amityville_crimescene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just over a year after the DeFeo's murders, the Lutz family moved into the DeFeo's old house, 112 Ocean Avenue, on the 18th December, 1975.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George and Katy Lutz, together with her 3 children from a previous marriage, Daniel, Christopher, and Missy moved into the sprawling house which had cost them just $80,000, and they loved it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Lutz said that the house was a dream come true. Even though the house had been the scene of a horrific multiple murder a little over a year before, when 23-year-old Ronnie DeFeo went from room to room methodically shooting his parents and his four brothers and sisters in their beds. The Lutzes sat down with their three young children and agreed the family could handle it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just to be on the safe side, the day the Lutzes moved in they had a priest, Father Ray Pecoraro, bless the house. While the priest was blessing the house as the family move in, a strange masculine voice clearly said to him "Get out!". Then, Lutz says, Pecoraro became ill with flu-like symptoms and his hands began to bleed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As he drove back to the rectory, the bonnet of the priest's car flew open, smashing against his windscreen. One of the welded hinges tore loose. The right door flew open. The car stalled. The priest summoned a friend for help. Later the windscreen wipers, began to fly back and forth like crazy and couldn't be stopped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The family moved in anyway, but within days they began to notice strange phenomena. The Lutz family lived in the house for only 28 days, before they fled one night claiming it was haunted. They never returned to the house for their possessions and have not been back to this day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-4153047091820254924?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/4153047091820254924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/amityville-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/4153047091820254924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/4153047091820254924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/amityville-horror.html' title='THE AMITYVILLE HORROR'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_qvpHTgAD8/Tf_0g3b4XqI/AAAAAAAADyg/1DqMiL0n6v4/s72-c/amityville-300x238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5332140996595553659</id><published>2011-06-19T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:27:11.547-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><title type='text'>SCREAMS OF THE DAMNED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ieU66y8ZHE/Tf15DZDMZaI/AAAAAAAADyU/ytK-scRAQYQ/s1600/screams_of_the_damned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ieU66y8ZHE/Tf15DZDMZaI/AAAAAAAADyU/ytK-scRAQYQ/s1600/screams_of_the_damned.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A geological group who drilled a hole about 14.4 kilometers deep in the crust of the earth are saying that they heard human screams. Screams have been heard from the condemned souls from earth's deepest hole. Terrified scientists are afraid they have let loose the evil powers of hell up to the earth's surface.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The information we are gathering is so surprising, that we are sincerely afraid of what we might find down there", stated Dr Azzacov, the manager of the project in remote Siberia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The second surprise was the high temperature they discovered in the earth's center. "The calculations indicate the given temperature was about 1,100 degrees Celsius, or over 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit", Azzacov pointed out. 'This is far more then we expected. It seems almost like an inferno of fire is brutally going on in the center of the earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last discovery was nevertheless the most shocking to our ears, so much so that the scientists are afraid to continue the project. We tried to listen to the earth's movements at certain intervals with supersensitive microphones, which were let down through the hole. What we heard turned those logically thinking scientists into a trembling ruins. It was a sometimes a weak, but high pitched sound which we thought to be coming from our own equipment,' explained Dr Azzacov.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But after some adjustments we comprehended that indeed the sound came from the earth's interior. We could hardly believe our own ears. We heard a human voice, screaming in pain. Even though one voice was discernible, we could hear thousands, perhaps millions, in the background, of suffering souls screaming. After this ghastly discovery, about half of the scientists quit because of fear. "Hopefully, that which is down there will stay there", Dr Azzacov added.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What really unnerved the Soviets, apart from the voice recordings, was the appearance that same night of a fountainhead of luminous gas shooting up from the drill site, and out of the midst of this incandescent cloud pillar a brilliant being with bat wings revealed itself with the words (in Russian): 'I have conquered,' emblazoned against the dark Siberian sky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The incident was absolutely unreal; the Soviets cried out in terror", says Mr. Nummedal. Later that night, he saw ambulance crews circulating in the community. A driver he knew told him that they had been told to sedate everybody with a medication known to erase short term memory. The Soviets use this drug in the treatment of shock victims.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ar8i-RkhBa4" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5332140996595553659?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5332140996595553659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/screams-of-damned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5332140996595553659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5332140996595553659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/screams-of-damned.html' title='SCREAMS OF THE DAMNED'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ieU66y8ZHE/Tf15DZDMZaI/AAAAAAAADyU/ytK-scRAQYQ/s72-c/screams_of_the_damned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7201420328058074545</id><published>2011-06-19T00:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:40:01.123-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>AOKIGAHARA - THE SUICIDE WOODS OF MT FUJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zS0wN1NZVQ/Tf1ryy_4MTI/AAAAAAAADyM/V7s9ehhCKb4/s1600/Aokigahara101008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zS0wN1NZVQ/Tf1ryy_4MTI/AAAAAAAADyM/V7s9ehhCKb4/s320/Aokigahara101008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aokigahara is a 35 km² forest that lies at the north west base of Mount Fuji in Japan. The forest contains a number of rocky, icy caverns, a few of which are popular tourist destinations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The forest, which has a historic association with demons in Japanese mythology, is a popular place for suicides; in 2002, 78 bodies were found, despite numerous signs, in Japanese and English, urging people to reconsider their actions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reportedly Aokigahara is the world's second most popular suicide location after San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge. This popularity is often attributed to the 1960 novel Nami no Tō by Seichō Matsumoto, which ends with two lovers committing suicide in the forest. However, the history of suicide in Aokigahara dates from before the novel's publication, and the place has long been associated with death: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ubasute"&gt;"ubasute"&lt;/a&gt; was allegedly practiced there into the 19th century, and the forest is reputedly haunted by the ghosts of those left to die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aokigahara is considered the most haunted location in all of Japan, a  purgatory for yurei, the unsettled ghosts of Japan who have been torn  unnaturally soon from their lives and who howl their suffering on the  winds. Spiritualists say that the trees themselves are filled with a  malevolent energy, accumulated from centuries of suicides. They don't  want you to go back out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;However, even in these haunted woods, regular humans still have a job to  do. Forestry workers rotate in and out of shifts at a station building  in Aokigahara, and occasionally they will come upon unfortunate bodies  in various states of decomposition, usually hanging from trees or  partially eaten by animals. The bodies are brought down to the station,  where a spare room is kept especially for such occasions. In this room  are two beds: one for the corpse and one for someone to sleep next to  it. Yup, you read that correctly. It is thought that if the corpse is  left alone, the lonely and unsettled yurei will scream the whole night  through, and the body will move itself into the regular sleeping  quarters. In inimitable style, the workers jan-ken to see who gets to  sleep with the body. And you thought your job was rough!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKWVcQqyCKc/Tf1uSDiAJwI/AAAAAAAADyQ/bMcMRRnoXR0/s1600/aoki6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKWVcQqyCKc/Tf1uSDiAJwI/AAAAAAAADyQ/bMcMRRnoXR0/s320/aoki6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7201420328058074545?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7201420328058074545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/aokigahara-suicide-woods-of-mt-fuji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7201420328058074545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7201420328058074545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/aokigahara-suicide-woods-of-mt-fuji.html' title='AOKIGAHARA - THE SUICIDE WOODS OF MT FUJI'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zS0wN1NZVQ/Tf1ryy_4MTI/AAAAAAAADyM/V7s9ehhCKb4/s72-c/Aokigahara101008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-206087035204697551</id><published>2011-06-18T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:27:46.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><title type='text'>THE DEAD TRULY WALK IN INDONESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N24UlTgSEwA/Tf0-DXIsNLI/AAAAAAAADyA/bay1ceIY0kg/s1600/zumbideverdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N24UlTgSEwA/Tf0-DXIsNLI/AAAAAAAADyA/bay1ceIY0kg/s320/zumbideverdade.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the past I've heard of a process called "zombification" which is basically a dead man who is awake and acts like a living, it seems they take a part of the brain and take control of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For me it was just a legend ... until you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Toraja in Indonesia, there is a macabre ceremony. A corpse is "awake" and leave to walk to his grave. They said the corpse is agreed using black magic. They do this because the cemeteries are in mountain regions, so no one wants to lead the deceased to the place they must walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The body follows guided by an "expert" in black magic, which takes them to the site. However, there is a rule, if called by name, the body falls and doesn´t raise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zombification&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Haiti that is the name given to quackery that voodoo priests, assert themselves to gain admiration and respect of the people. Applying a dose of tetrodotoxin (or "puffer fish toxin") in any volunteers for any layman they will present the signs of death, because the toxin dramatically reduces heart rate and pulse. Within a given time period is given the antidote to this "death" and so the person "gets back". The person after resurrected from the grave, remains in a catatonic state because of side effects that lack of oxygen to the brain causes, so people really look like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummification&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But back to the photo above, it is probably &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;stiffened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;corpse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mummification&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;caused by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;limestone, which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;is there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;standing by stiffness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The man in red must be a family member who was cleaning the corpse. Note that the picture has, besides the camera used to take the shot, someone with a cellphone, would not it be more proof if they had posted a video?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So if you were already preparing yourself excited to land in Indonesia and "un&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;zombify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" the place you better let go...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actually the real ritual it´s part of a tradition called Ma'nene, a kind of tribute to the ancestors who died. In this tradition the bodies of family members who died long ago are unearthed and their clothes are exchanged as a form of tribute to them. Check out the images that show this tradition:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwOzG575j_A/Tf1BsWDHbII/AAAAAAAADyI/9bJObRR_fqs/s1600/mayat2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwOzG575j_A/Tf1BsWDHbII/AAAAAAAADyI/9bJObRR_fqs/s320/mayat2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TozscoweJTQ/Tf1BrZksVAI/AAAAAAAADyE/f7rwonMTnhk/s1600/mayat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TozscoweJTQ/Tf1BrZksVAI/AAAAAAAADyE/f7rwonMTnhk/s320/mayat.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tense, sad, creepy, this tradition is definitely shocking to us. Would you dare go there, dig out your great-grandmother and change her clothes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-206087035204697551?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/206087035204697551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/dead-truly-walk-in-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/206087035204697551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/206087035204697551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/dead-truly-walk-in-indonesia.html' title='THE DEAD TRULY WALK IN INDONESIA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N24UlTgSEwA/Tf0-DXIsNLI/AAAAAAAADyA/bay1ceIY0kg/s72-c/zumbideverdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8054813193059870768</id><published>2011-06-18T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:05:47.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/109095536992900575295/SUPERNATURAL?authkey=Gv1sRgCI771cyqiODJ7wE#5619706591312450594" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQqckjBQuo/Tf01Xs0ZlCI/AAAAAAAADx4/xmV25aJQovE/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;During the 1800s and early 1900s, America was ravaged by a deadly disease known by many as the “white death” - tuberculosis. This terrifying and very contagious plague, for which no cure existed, claimed entire families and sometimes entire towns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1900, Louisville, Kentucky had one of the highest tuberculosis death rates in America. Built on low, swampland, the area was the perfect breeding ground for disease and in 1910, a hospital was constructed on a windswept hill in southern Jefferson County that had been designed to combat the horrific disease. The hospital quickly became overcrowded though and with donations of money and land, a new hospital was started in 1924. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The new structure, known as Waverly Hills, opened two years later in 1926. It was considered the most advanced tuberculosis sanatorium in the country but even then, most of the patients succumbed to the disease. In those days before medicine was available to treat the disease, it was thought that the best treatment for tuberculosis was fresh air, plenty of nutritious food and lots of rest. Many patients survived their stay at Waverly Hills but it is estimated that hundreds died here at the height of the epidemic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/109095536992900575295/SUPERNATURAL?authkey=Gv1sRgCI771cyqiODJ7wE#5619707145381337570" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ubyI1InyUKY/Tf01384t2eI/AAAAAAAADx8/4FztOXtzXoE/s320/sanatorio3_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The place was huge with balconies perfect for catching sick air even  on rainy days, since the disease attacks the lungs. Dedicated doctors  who risked their lives to caring for patients. But the disease was  cruel, and had no cure in the sanatorium patients died more than 63mil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the location a tunnel was built to bring doctors and people who worked at the  sanatorium to the outside behind it, where doctors had their homes  not to return to the city to bring the risk of the disease. But at the height  of the epidemic with three people dying per hour, the tunnel was used to  bring dead bodies to their families without the other patients to see... and became known as Tunnel of death.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghost researchers are always drawn to the fifth floor of the former  hospital. The fifth floor consisted of two nurses’ stations, a pantry, a  linen room, medicine room and two medium-sized rooms on both sides of  the two nurses’ stations. One of these, Room 502, is the subject of many  rumors and legends and just about every curiosity-seeker that had  broken into Waverly Hills over the years wanted to see it. This is  where, according to the stories, people have jumped to their deaths,  have seen shapes moving in the windows and have heard disembodied voices  that order trespassers to “get out”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a lot of speculation as to what went on in this part of the hospital but what is believed is that mentally insane tuberculosis patients were housed on the fifth floor. This kept them far away from the rest of the patients in the hospital but still in an area where they could benefit from the fresh air and sunshine. This floor is actually centered in the middle of the hospital and the two wards, extending out from the nurses’ station, is glassed in on all sides and opens out onto a patio-type roof. The patients were isolated on either side of the nurses’ stations and they had to go to a half door at each station to get their food and medicine and to use the restroom, which was located adjacent to the station.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the discovery of the antibiotics came the cure for tuberculosis, the  disease was eradicated and the Waverly Hill Sanatorium closed its doors  in 1961. They tried to reopen its doors in 1962 as a nursing home, but it soon ended with accusations of abuse of patients.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is any wonder, after all of the death, pain and agony within these  walls, that Waverly Hills is considered to be one of the most haunted  places in the country?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The movie Death Tunnel was recorded in the sanatorium and based on real events that occurred there. The sanatorium has also appeared in an episode of Supernatural. So... How about spending a night there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1419185491"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1419185492"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8054813193059870768?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8054813193059870768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/waverly-hills-sanatorium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8054813193059870768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8054813193059870768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/waverly-hills-sanatorium.html' title='WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQqckjBQuo/Tf01Xs0ZlCI/AAAAAAAADx4/xmV25aJQovE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8125458381730066892</id><published>2011-06-17T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:33:27.056-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>THE GHOST OF THE NIGHT SHIFT TERRORIZES A HOSPITAL IN SOUTH AFRICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBonNHo4K88/Tfu5lBqaXBI/AAAAAAAADx0/Ty-rgM9XTCA/s1600/De+volta+a+casa+da+colina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBonNHo4K88/Tfu5lBqaXBI/AAAAAAAADx0/Ty-rgM9XTCA/s1600/De+volta+a+casa+da+colina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A supposed spirit is spreading panic in the health center of St. Barnadas, the African country has a strong superstitious tradition in relatin to the ancestors. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A spirit that appears at night has been terrorizing the workers at St. Barnabas in Libode, South Africa so much that those responsible for the hospital opened an official investigation, given the magniture that this matter is taking: The employees now refuse to work the night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Machines go on and off by themselves, visions of a nurse who disappears in thin air and calls at the doors of some medical trainees are part of this nysterious cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first report, three weeks ago, came from the medical students that work in the hospital alleging to the director that "at night someone knocks on the door and when we go answer that is nobody in the hallway". At first nobody took them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last one to testify that there is a spirit in the building was a worker who says: "I met at night an uniformed nurse with a purse in front of the hospital. I asked where she was going and she said she was going to work and disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The health center decided then to take the case seriously and they are investigaing the events. "It could be a serious problem for the hospital, since the workers refuse to work the night shift", said the spokesman. "We are also concerned about the operations that occur early, as some machines are switched off in the middle of the intervention", says Kupelo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In South Africa there is a strong belief in everything that is related to the spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belief in contact with the ancestors is part of the culture of many people. And the respect for their figure is crucial, specially in rural areas. The health center itself recognizes that this could affect&amp;nbsp; seriously the operation of the hospital.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8125458381730066892?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8125458381730066892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/ghost-of-night-shift-terrorizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8125458381730066892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8125458381730066892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/ghost-of-night-shift-terrorizes.html' title='THE GHOST OF THE NIGHT SHIFT TERRORIZES A HOSPITAL IN SOUTH AFRICA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBonNHo4K88/Tfu5lBqaXBI/AAAAAAAADx0/Ty-rgM9XTCA/s72-c/De+volta+a+casa+da+colina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3731576984016900944</id><published>2011-06-17T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:12:49.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><title type='text'>APPEARANCE OF "HORSE WOMAN" TERRORIZES THE POPULATION OF JAGUARUANA CEARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeZu_pLpbU/Tfu03yJuI0I/AAAAAAAADxw/mvBoLY455bc/s1600/CORDEL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeZu_pLpbU/Tfu03yJuI0I/AAAAAAAADxw/mvBoLY455bc/s1600/CORDEL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "appearance" has become theme of the Cordel literature. In Jaguaruana, creativity is not lacking. A story appeared in the city that has left many people affraid to leave home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The subject is discussed in the corners, in bars, schools and even on the radio. According to commets during the nights moves a creature with woman´s body where it should be the horses head resembling a centair (the mythical Greek creature.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "female horse" when seen by someone starts chasing that person.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To avoid the risk of finding the creature, some young people after leaving a party, join in groups to return home and some curious people are hunting the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reports of the apparition of the "woman horse" run by the city. According to Geovane, 18 years old, he was leaving the circus on a sunday and while getting home he saw this "woman" that asked him where he was going and he ran scared home being chased by the creature. Neighbors heard his screams, armed themselves with sticks and went after the creature. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to comments, this "horse woman" was a simple housewife with 3 kids that lived in Rio Grande do Norte. Discovering her husband was cheating on her she got angry and jealous killing her 3 children and making a pact with the devil. The husband, after finding his children dead by his own wife killed her with stabs, but the woman came "back from the dead" to find her children and when she spots someone, goes on to ask for them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The population of the city is divided. Some believe and say they are scared to death, others say it is more an invention of people´s imagination.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3731576984016900944?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3731576984016900944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/appearance-of-horse-woman-terrorizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3731576984016900944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3731576984016900944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/06/appearance-of-horse-woman-terrorizes.html' title='APPEARANCE OF &quot;HORSE WOMAN&quot; TERRORIZES THE POPULATION OF JAGUARUANA CEARA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeZu_pLpbU/Tfu03yJuI0I/AAAAAAAADxw/mvBoLY455bc/s72-c/CORDEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-9192003793050896072</id><published>2011-04-23T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T08:41:55.435-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><title type='text'>FIND A DEATH: YOUR SOURCE OF INFORMATION ON CELEBRITY DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej7b8UKFuVE/TbK5zwlbvhI/AAAAAAAADgk/iUvKRZTg6lc/s1600/portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej7b8UKFuVE/TbK5zwlbvhI/AAAAAAAADgk/iUvKRZTg6lc/s320/portrait.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two things everyone seems fascinated with are Celebrities and Death. That must be why the website &lt;a href="http://findadeath.com/"&gt;FindADeath&lt;/a&gt; is a big hit! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The website has been around since 1999 and it´s the ultimate resource for celebrity death information such as documentation and photographs. Scott Michaels, the operator, has personally visited hundreds of places where celebrities have find the end of the road and also gather information regarding the celebrities deaths from his huge fan base.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scott is also responsible for The Dearly Departed - The Tragical History Tour, an escorted journey through "Hollywood's infamous Grave Line Tours".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you looking for information about the death of your favorite celebrity? Then &lt;a href="http://findadeath.com/"&gt;FindaDeath.com&lt;/a&gt; is the right place to go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://findadeath.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNyACryQBPo/TbK5y7YKhAI/AAAAAAAADgg/XLa2gp-YWq0/s1600/fadban5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-9192003793050896072?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/9192003793050896072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/find-death-your-source-of-information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/9192003793050896072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/9192003793050896072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/find-death-your-source-of-information.html' title='FIND A DEATH: YOUR SOURCE OF INFORMATION ON CELEBRITY DEATH'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej7b8UKFuVE/TbK5zwlbvhI/AAAAAAAADgk/iUvKRZTg6lc/s72-c/portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-835443011632518190</id><published>2011-04-14T17:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:01:12.893-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><title type='text'>MEMENTO MORI: VICTORIAN DEATH PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hq7dpMA9gMc/Tade3i_bW5I/AAAAAAAADdA/mTs177MNFsE/s1600/1198752438_ffd76a71cf_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hq7dpMA9gMc/Tade3i_bW5I/AAAAAAAADdA/mTs177MNFsE/s1600/1198752438_ffd76a71cf_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The invention of the daguerreotype in 1839 made portraiture much more commonplace, as many of those who were unable to afford the commission of a painted portrait could afford to sit for a photography session. This cheaper and quicker method also provided the middle class with a means for memorializing dead loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These photographs served less as a reminder of mortality than as a keepsake to remember the deceased. This was especially common with infants and young children; Victorian era childhood mortality rates were extremely high, and a post-mortem photograph might be the only image of the child the family ever had. The later invention of the carte de visite, which allowed multiple prints to be made from a single negative, meant that copies of the image could be mailed to relatives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The earliest post-mortem photographs are usually close-ups of the face or shots of the full body and rarely include the coffin. The subject is usually depicted so as to seem in a deep sleep, or else arranged to appear more lifelike. Children were often shown in repose on a couch or in a crib, sometimes posed with a favorite toy or other plaything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was not uncommon to photograph very young children with a family member, most frequently the mother. Adults were more commonly posed in chairs or even braced on specially-designed frames. Flowers were also a common prop in post-mortem photography of all types.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iT0yQkI8XuQ/TadeTHJzDjI/AAAAAAAADc8/qwvgyArTah0/s1600/1398088982_f939114c53_o-tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iT0yQkI8XuQ/TadeTHJzDjI/AAAAAAAADc8/qwvgyArTah0/s320/1398088982_f939114c53_o-tm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The effect of life was sometimes enhanced by either propping the subject’s eyes open or painting pupils onto the photographic print, and many early images (especially tintypes and ambrotypes) have a rosy tint added to the cheeks of the corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Later examples show less effort at a lifelike appearance, and often show the subject in a coffin. Some very late examples show the deceased in a coffin with a large group of funeral attendees; this type of photograph was especially popular in Europe and less common in the United States.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thanatosdotnet/sets/72157600887340360/"&gt;Victorian Death and Mourning Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-835443011632518190?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/835443011632518190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/memento-mori-victorian-death-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/835443011632518190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/835443011632518190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/memento-mori-victorian-death-photos.html' title='MEMENTO MORI: VICTORIAN DEATH PHOTOS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hq7dpMA9gMc/Tade3i_bW5I/AAAAAAAADdA/mTs177MNFsE/s72-c/1198752438_ffd76a71cf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3150167876714533074</id><published>2011-04-12T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:26:09.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>6 FAMOUS CURSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlb6F9FzRk/TaRc91ZNK8I/AAAAAAAADb0/dCr86W3nt-Y/s1600/little-bastard-james-dean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlb6F9FzRk/TaRc91ZNK8I/AAAAAAAADb0/dCr86W3nt-Y/s320/little-bastard-james-dean.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. James Dean and Little Bastard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On September 30, 1955, James Dean was killed when the silver Porsche 550 Spyder he called Little Bastard was hit by a vehicle coming the opposite direction. A year after the beating of Dean's car was involved in two more fatal accidents and injured six other people. After the accident, which left the car was purchased by hot rod designer George Barris, the "King of Customizable". (Barris, who designed the Batmobile, the one who customized the Little Bastard to James Dean.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;While being groomed, Little Bastard fell on the legs of one of the mechanics and crushed them. After that, Barris decided to get rid of the evil car: he sold the car engine and transmission to two doctors who were participating in races, and two tires to another person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;During a race, the car received the engine went off the road and hit a tree, killing the pilot. The car that received the transmission crashed and overturned several times, leaving the other doctor-pilot seriously injured. The other person who bought the tires from the Little Bastard ended up in hospital after the tires blew up simultaneously causing a serious accident.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barris then decided to borrow the remains of the car to the California Highway Patrol, which would make a presentation on the importance of traffic safety. On the eve of the event, a fire broke out at the exhibition hall and all the cars were destroyed, except - of course - the Little Bastard, which survived unscathed. When the car was put on display in Sacramento, the display fell and broke his hip on a teenager who was there. The car was placed inside a truck to be taken back to Salinas, California. The driver lost control of the truck on the road, was thrown out of the cab and crushed by the car when he crashed the truck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1960, after being exhibited in Miami, remains of the bloody car disappeared en route to Los Angeles. The Little Bastard was never seen after that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The Curse Of &lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Tutankhamun Tomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CogMDBP64Dg/TaRc2Z7WOuI/AAAAAAAADbg/EIkSgC4eBa4/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CogMDBP64Dg/TaRc2Z7WOuI/AAAAAAAADbg/EIkSgC4eBa4/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;In 1922, English explorer Howard Carter, leading an expedition funded by George Herbert, fifth Earl of Carnarvon, discovered the ancient Egyptian king's tomb and its treasures inside. After opening the tomb, however, strange and unpleasant events happened in the lives of those involved in the expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;The story of Lord Carnarvon is the most bizarre. The adventurer apparently died from pneumonia and blood poisoning following complications from a mosquito bite. Witnesses said that at the exact moment Carnarvon died in Cairo, all the city lights mysteriously went out. Some point to the inscription of the tomb, "Death comes on wings to those who enter the tomb of a pharaoh" as proof that King Tut put a curse on anyone who disturbed his final resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Tutankhamun, the youngest pharaoh of ancient Egypt, has died aged 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;3. The 27 Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-je7fYooqWHg/TaRc3rzmpVI/AAAAAAAADbk/cdqjds2OTDA/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-je7fYooqWHg/TaRc3rzmpVI/AAAAAAAADbk/cdqjds2OTDA/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;If you're a rock star and has nearly 27 years, maybe you should take a year off to avoid joining "The Club". Robert Johnson, musician Eric Clapton called "the most important bluesy who ever lived, " played guitar so well that some say he must have made a pact with the devil. So when he died at 27, his colleagues said they must have been the time to pay the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Since Johnson, a number of musical geniuses have died at the tender age of 27. Brian Jones, founding member of the Rolling Stones in 1969. The following year, were brought Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. In 1971, it was time for Jim Morrison. Kurt Cobain joined the club in 1994. All of 27 years. Coincidence? Either these musical geniuses were also paying their debts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;4. The Billy Goat Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1shBzsoH8g/TaRc4gYU2WI/AAAAAAAADbo/tEBijO1XJ2w/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1shBzsoH8g/TaRc4gYU2WI/AAAAAAAADbo/tEBijO1XJ2w/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;In 1945, William "Billy Goat" Sianis brought his pet goat, Murphy, to Wrigley Stadium to see the fourth game of the 1945 World Series between the Chicago Cubs and Detroit Tigers. Sianis and his goat were ejected from the game, Sianis and threw a curse on the team that day. Since then, the Cubs have had a legendary bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Over the years, Cubs fans have experienced agony in repeated late-season collapses when victory seemed imminent. In 1969, 1984, 1989 and 2003, the Cubs were painfully close to advancing in the World Series, but could not hold the lead. Even those who do not consider themselves Cubs fans blame the curse by the strange and almost comical losses year after year. The Cubs have not won a World Series since 1908 - no other team in the history of the game went so long without a championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;5. Rasputin And The Romanovs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrnu73SyqiM/TaRc6TE9yUI/AAAAAAAADbs/KgdOF9FLtu0/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrnu73SyqiM/TaRc6TE9yUI/AAAAAAAADbs/KgdOF9FLtu0/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Rasputin, the self-proclaimed magician and cult leader, worked his way to the palace of the Romanovs, the ruling family in Russia, near the turn of last century. Except that Rasputin was famous too, success went to his head and he began to give a bonzai. Some of the Romanovs allegedly decided to get rid of him. But Rasputin was exceptionally tough.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Reportedly, he took poison, fell down the stairs and took several rounds before finally dying. It is said that on his deathbed, Rasputin mumbled a curse, ensuring that the monarchs of Russia would all be killed in the course of a year. This actually happens, as the Romanov family was brutally murdered in a mass execution less than a year after the death of Rasputin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;6. The Kennedy Family Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqawtCDtrd4/TaRc7B-Ck4I/AAAAAAAADbw/OaEM5s7n7eY/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqawtCDtrd4/TaRc7B-Ck4I/AAAAAAAADbw/OaEM5s7n7eY/s1600/6-maldicoes-famosas-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;OK, maybe if this family had stayed away from politics and airplanes, their fate would be different. Anyway, the number of tragedies in the Kennedy family has led some to believe that there must be a curse on the entire herd. You decide:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* Kathleen and Joseph Jr., brother of JFK, died in plane crashes in 1944 and 1948, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* Rosemary, another sister of JFK, was hospitalized in a mental hospital for years.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* Even John F. Kennedy, 35th U.S. president, was assassinated in 1963 at age 46.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* Robert Kennedy, JFK's younger brother, was also assassinated five years later.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* Senator Ted Kennedy, JFK's youngest brother, survived a plane crash in 1964. In 1969, the car he was driving plunged off a bridge, killing his companion, Mary Jo Kopechne. His presidential aspirations were practically buried with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;* In 1984, David, son of Robert Kennedy, died of a drug overdose. Another son, Michael, died in a skiing accident in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Two years later, in 1999, John John (son of JFK and Jacqueline Kennedy), his wife and her sister died when the small plane he was piloting crashed into the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3150167876714533074?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3150167876714533074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-famous-curses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3150167876714533074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3150167876714533074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-famous-curses.html' title='6 FAMOUS CURSES'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlb6F9FzRk/TaRc91ZNK8I/AAAAAAAADb0/dCr86W3nt-Y/s72-c/little-bastard-james-dean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5771057123234578474</id><published>2011-04-12T10:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:54:08.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>THE ISLAND OF THE DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3Y6_J16PZ8/TaRXYbmTm5I/AAAAAAAADbY/gDB58J8_59E/s1600/the-island-of-the-dolls-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3Y6_J16PZ8/TaRXYbmTm5I/AAAAAAAADbY/gDB58J8_59E/s320/the-island-of-the-dolls-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In the heart of the Xochimico’s canals, south of Mexico City, Mexico, lies one of the most bizarre locations you’re likely to come upon.  It is La Isla de la Muñecas, which translates to “The Island of the Dolls”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starting in the 1950′s, a man named Julián Santana Barrera began collecting dolls and placing them throughout this island.  It is said that the collection began when he witnessed the drowning death of a little girl.  He began seeing her ghost around the island, and the dolls were meant to be an offering or gift to the little lost spirit.  Some say he was deeply troubled by the ghost, and the hope was that the dolls would keep her entertained.  His collection became an obsession, and he became somewhat of a hermit on the island.  He would collect dolls and hang them from trees, tie them to buildings… anywhere he could place them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over time, locals came to believe that the energy of the deceased girl possessed the dolls themselves, and that when passing by the island, especially at night, whispers could be heard urging people to come ashore.  The dolls have also been reported to move on their own, making the island a place filled with fascination and dread.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 2001, Julián Santana Barrera passed away. In a mysterious twist, he was found drowned in the same canal where he’d discovered the body of the little girl so many years ago.  It is claimed that this once haunted caretaker now haunts the island himself, along with his friends… the dolls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzeRS6EbscA/TaRY8YnWaTI/AAAAAAAADbc/60lliuaTtS0/s1600/senormunecas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzeRS6EbscA/TaRY8YnWaTI/AAAAAAAADbc/60lliuaTtS0/s200/senormunecas.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Julian Barrera Santana died in 2001 aged 50, DROWNED ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5771057123234578474?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5771057123234578474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/island-of-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5771057123234578474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5771057123234578474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2011/04/island-of-dolls.html' title='THE ISLAND OF THE DOLLS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3Y6_J16PZ8/TaRXYbmTm5I/AAAAAAAADbY/gDB58J8_59E/s72-c/the-island-of-the-dolls-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1663124119646813360</id><published>2010-08-24T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:12:41.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>GRIGIO, THE GHOST DOG OF DON BOSCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/THM3fYbnZrI/AAAAAAAACIs/SL2urpqCyDc/s1600/Cao_Grigio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/THM3fYbnZrI/AAAAAAAACIs/SL2urpqCyDc/s200/Cao_Grigio.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Many people know the Italian John Melchior Bosco, the priest who helped poor children in the city of Turin. Here in Brazil, there is the work of the Salesians, where there are several educational institutions, Shrines and churches, where they tell the story of struggles and victories of this educator.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"(...) In the early days of his ministry he was in danger either because of bandits, who thought he had money, as by merchants and city officials, who resented his attempts to organize and educate their future cheap labor. Over the years, Don Bosco has survived several attempts on his life. They could have been successful were not for the repeated - and almost unspeakable - interventions of huge Grigio. When Bosco was in danger the grid dog appeared from nowhere to chase their attackers. Once order was restored, he simply turned and walked away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over the years, the reputation grew and nor thieves nor local officials dared touch Bosco. The powerful Grigio, which was always attracted by the problems simply disappeared, never to be seen."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One evening in 1852, returning home alone, the priest realized that a bandit was following a few steps away, ready to strike him. Don Bosco began to run, but little later, he faced a corner with the rest of the gang which barred the path. Suddenly stopped and stuck his elbow in the chest of the first attacker, who fell to the ground screaming, "I'll die!" I'll die!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At that moment the dog came providential. Tossed from side to side, giving terrifying barks with such fury that the criminals had to ask for St. John Bosco to calm him down and keep it with him while they tried to flee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On another occasion, his guard stopped him from leaving home. It was night, and Don Bosco had to leave. Mama Margarita tried to dissuade him, but he calmed down, took his hat and was leaving, accompanied by some guys. At the gate, found lying on the ground Grigio.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Oh, Grigio, the better we will be well accompanied! Arise and come with us, "said to the dog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the dog, instead of obeying, he growled and did not budge. One of the boys whipped with his foot to see if he could lift it, but he grinned menacingly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mama Margaret then told the child:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You would not hear me, hear now the dog: do not leave at this time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To satisfy the desire of the mother, Don Bosco returned to the house. Soon after, a neighbor came running to warn him not to leave at that moment, because four armed men roamed the neighborhood, determined to kill him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The fact was later confirmed by people worthy of faith. This dog can "predict the future” and act accordingly even if it was a simple brute? The founder of the Salesians did not answer this question. But he made his disciples an interesting narrative, transcribed below in his own words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Report of Don Bosco&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Grigio was the subject of many conversations and several hypotheses. Many of you have seen and even touched him. Leaving aside the stories that pilgrims have him if I will expose the truth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because of frequent attacks that I was targeted, I was advised not to walk alone to go to the city of Turin or to go back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In late November 1854, a dark, rainy afternoon, returning from the city, at some point I realized that two men walked a short distance in front of me. Accelerated or slowed down, every time I sped up or slowed. When, not to meet with them, I tried to pass to the opposite side, with great skill they placed themselves in front of me. Wanted to go back but had no time: giving two leaps back, I threw a cloak over his face. One of them managed to gag me with a handkerchief. I wanted to scream but could not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At that very moment came Grigio. Roaring like a bear, fell down with their feet against the face of one, with open mouth against the other, so that most suited them involve the dog than me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Call the dog! - Shouted amazed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I would, yes, but let the passengers in peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Call soon!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grigio continued to howl like angry bear. They set out again, and Grigio, always beside me, accompanied me. I returned to the Oratory escorted by him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;On nights when no one was with me, as it passed the last houses saw I Grigio across the street. Often the young people of the Oratory saw him enter the courtyard. Some wanted to beat him, others throw stones at him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Do not molest the dog is of Don Bosco - Joseph Buzzetti said to them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then they all began to caress him and followed him to the refectory, where I was dining with some clerics and priests, and with my mother. Faced with such an unexpected visit, they were all afraid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Have no fear, is my Grigio, let him come - I said.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking a long detour around the table came to me, making party. I also stroked and offered him soup, bread and meat, but he refused. More: not even smelled the food.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then continuing to show signs of satisfaction, put his head on my knees, as if to tell me or give me good night, and then with great enthusiasm and joy, the boys followed him out. I remember that night had returned home late at night and a friend had brought me in his carriage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last time I saw Grigio was in 1866 when he went to the Moncucco Murialdo, the house of Louis Moglia, my friend. The pastor of Buttigliera wished to accompany me for a good stretch of road, and this made the night surprised me in the middle of the road.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Oh! here if I had my Grigio, which would be good! - I thought.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At that moment Grigio came running towards me with great demonstrations of joy, and accompanied me on the stretch of road that still had to travel about three miles. Arriving at my friend's house talked with the family and went to supper, leaving my companion to rest in a corner. After dinner, the friend said:&amp;nbsp; - We give food to your dog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And taking some food, took it to the dog but could not find him in any corner of the room and the house. Everyone was surprised because no door, no window had been opened, and the dogs of the house gave no alarm. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That was the last I heard of him. I never knew his owner. Many years after this fact, D. Bosco was in the mountains of Liguria and, among those lost canyons at night, not knowing what direction to take to get to town, invoking his guardian angel, Grigio approached, joked with him and drove on the right path to the house to which D. Bosco was getting at. Then he disappeared. Society Apostolate "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1663124119646813360?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1663124119646813360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2010/08/grigio-ghost-dog-of-don-bosco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1663124119646813360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1663124119646813360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2010/08/grigio-ghost-dog-of-don-bosco.html' title='GRIGIO, THE GHOST DOG OF DON BOSCO'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/THM3fYbnZrI/AAAAAAAACIs/SL2urpqCyDc/s72-c/Cao_Grigio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1633121696548196400</id><published>2010-03-17T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:09:57.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>SUPOSED GHOST PHOTOGRAPHED IN CAR ACCIDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Chilean news channel showed footage of a tragic car crash on Route A-16, known as "The Damn Road" by locals. The photos of the accident show something peculiar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In one of the images, the photographer claims to have captured the image of the deceased. Friends of the dead agree with the assumption of the photographer, saying that the translucent appearance seems to be wearing the same type of clothes that the dead friend used. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghost? Blur? Fraud? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below a brief summary of the video: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcer: "What follows is one of those stories that can become a legend. A Carabinieri (military police) are sure that he photographed the spirit of a man who died a few minutes before in a car accident." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reporter: "Images of a spirit watching his own body. Just chilling. This is what we see in this picture in the red circle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photographed on 19 July 2008 by a police just 20 minutes after an accident on Highway A-16, known as "The Damn Road. Died in the accident, Fernando Guerrero Tapia 50 years old and Alberto Galligillos Morardes, 43. These are the images of the fatal accident. The Spirit would be Fernando Guerrero Tapia. According to his friends, the translucent silhouette seems to use the same clothes that Fernando Tapia was wearing when he died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8ft2ZaLoDI&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1633121696548196400?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1633121696548196400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2010/03/suposed-ghost-photographed-in-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1633121696548196400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1633121696548196400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2010/03/suposed-ghost-photographed-in-car.html' title='SUPOSED GHOST PHOTOGRAPHED IN CAR ACCIDENT'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1932025529655448111</id><published>2009-11-08T04:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:52:49.844-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGELS'/><title type='text'>ANGEL CAUGHT ON CAMERA IN HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People in Charlotte are talking about an image caught on a security camera at Presbyterian Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at the hospital say the image is an angel standing in the hospital's hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of a 14-year-old patient says her daughter is alive thanks to the angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYoviWINFSc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYoviWINFSc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1932025529655448111?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1932025529655448111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/angel-caught-on-camera-in-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1932025529655448111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1932025529655448111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/angel-caught-on-camera-in-hospital.html' title='ANGEL CAUGHT ON CAMERA IN HOSPITAL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7553816404200001090</id><published>2009-11-04T19:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:47:18.592-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIAL KILLERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>THE KILLER CLOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SvIENRNcS9I/AAAAAAAAA00/1gS3zN4Z2dc/s1600-h/gacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SvIENRNcS9I/AAAAAAAAA00/1gS3zN4Z2dc/s320/gacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400383529175239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (March 17, 1942 – May 10, 1994) was an American serial killer known as the "Killer Clown". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Wayne Gacy Jr. was born in Chicago in 1942 and had a traumatic childhood: he was beaten and called "sissy" by his alcoholic father, suffered a head injury at age 15, and in 1968 was arrested for practicing sex acts with a couple in the bathroom of a bar. Gacy began killing in 1972, and his victims were all men. The boys received job offers went to Gacy's house, were drunk, tied to a chair and sexually abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1978, the Chicago police made a search in his house, number 8213 West Summerdale Avenue, interrogating him, John Wayne Gacy, amateur clown beloved by children of the city and that would never commit a crime. Big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before leaving the police felt a strange smell in the house: "It's just a blockage in plumbing," said Gacy. But the police decided to investigate anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the basement, hidden under a trap door, were found the remains of twenty-nine boys between nine and twenty-seven years, with signs of torture, sexual assault and strangulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between 1972 and 1978, the year he was arrested, convicted, and later executed, Gacy raped and murdered at least 33 young men and boys. Although some of his victims' bodies were found in the Des Plaines River, he buried 29 of them in the small crawl space underneath the basement of his home. He became known as "Killer Clown" because of the popular block parties he would throw for his friends and neighbors, entertaining children in a clown suit and makeup under the alias "Pogo the Clown".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1988, Gacy was sentenced to 21 life sentences and 12 death sentences. While waiting on Death Row in Menard Correctional Center in Illinois, Gacy spent his time drawing pictures for children, especially the clowns. His illustrations are considered collectibles, and reach high market prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7553816404200001090?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7553816404200001090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/killer-clown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7553816404200001090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7553816404200001090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/killer-clown.html' title='THE KILLER CLOWN'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SvIENRNcS9I/AAAAAAAAA00/1gS3zN4Z2dc/s72-c/gacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3878079772364350740</id><published>2009-11-01T20:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:38:05.283-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>THE DEMON´S CABIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su4pHzJt_oI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8QQsA8q6KJg/s1600-h/12241408803nLVSgA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su4pHzJt_oI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8QQsA8q6KJg/s320/12241408803nLVSgA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399298217230597762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once upon a time a very humble young man lived as nomadic, always seeking a cozy place to rest his animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when running for an abandoned place, he saw a very old cabin, which with no doubt would be abandoned for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then decided to stay there for one night. He tied his donkey and his two goatlings, then pulled the bag and outside the hat he was able to prepare his mesh. He preferred to stay on the outside, it didn´t feel good to get into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to the woods to look for some wood so he could build a fire, soon it would be evening and he could not be at the mercy of the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he had experience in the forest, he lit his fire without much difficulty, took his canteen and decided to enjoy the starry night. The sky was beautiful, there were clouds clear, as the summer afternoons the wind was slowly making a single whistle, the perfect melody to sleep. He took another sip of brandy and felt his lips numb, took another sip and another and remembered that he had to feed the animals. He pulled the bag and poured some food for each. The pets were treated  well, they were great company, always at his side, could be anytime or anyplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was already dark and the cold was very gentle, he decided to get some sleep, it was not very late, but had been a long day and he needed rest. He slept almost immediately, lying on the cabin door. In the middle of the night woke half amazed, because his mesh was packing up with a tremendous force. That left him scared, he woke up and looked around, the night was dark, he wanted to sleep inside the house, but could not bear to leave their animals alone, there might be some wild animal and he wanted to be around to protect his friends . But then, what the hell, had shaken his mesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled his gun and looked around to see if it was some animal, or some funny, which is unlikely. He heard a noise, almost a hiss, it seemed people talking... - Indians? - He looked again, but all stopped, no sound, not even the crickets natural sound. He found it all very strange, but decided to sleep again, he might have swung the mesh himself while sleeping, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay down again, but this time with the shotgun in his arms, as a cautious man knows it is better to look fool than irresponsible. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it was not long and felt as if his knees were pushing on his back, turned almost immediately with a gun in his fists, but saw nothing. Right now found that it was more of a dream but something very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up again and went to get his animals, and as soon as he untied the first goatling, their hind legs seemed to float in the air, as if invisible hands were pulling them. The boy started screaming pulling the animal back, but the goatling was pulled with such force that it became impossible to stop, it was like twenty men to pull the other side. The animal cried in desperation and his legs were bleeding already threatening to break. In an act of despair, and sorry for the animal, he released him and let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goatling was pulled as it flew into the middle of the trees, there he heard a horrible noise of bones being broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on his knees and wept, wondering what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the fear he went in search for the other animals and saw that the other goatling was also being pulled by that strange force. He fell to his knees and asked God to spare his life and the lives of his animals. Then the goatling fell to the ground, and he almost automatically picked up, then took colt, threw his wounded animal on his shoulders and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into the jungle and when he turned his eyes to the house, he saw an old woman that looked horrible who smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows for sure what this woman said to him, people just say that he ran and got lost almost a whole day as crazy in the woods. Only after a while people found his pets and himself all wounded lying on a bed of river, his eyes staring at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long before he recovered himself and told what had happened, he just can not remember what happened after he looked at those eyes, which he said were totally evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3878079772364350740?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3878079772364350740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/demons-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3878079772364350740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3878079772364350740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/demons-cabin.html' title='THE DEMON´S CABIN'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su4pHzJt_oI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8QQsA8q6KJg/s72-c/12241408803nLVSgA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5941205024392476194</id><published>2009-11-01T02:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:27:47.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>MICHAEL JACKSON AND THE CURSE OF NUMBER 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0aNKRwX1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/pmtYJDll28o/s1600-h/5612_96460529869_674324869_1943096_614855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0aNKRwX1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/pmtYJDll28o/s320/5612_96460529869_674324869_1943096_614855_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399000341686542162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the new urban legend with the name of Michael Jackson is the strange connection of the "King of Pop" with the number 7. According to website TMZ, "many strange facts tie the life of Michael with the macabre number. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Michael Jackson signed his will on 7/7/2002. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A ceremony in honor of Michael was on Tuesday, 7/7/09 days, just 7 years after the signing of the will. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Two of the biggest hits of the star ( "Black and White" and "Billie Jean") became the first of the charts for 7 weeks. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The three largest and best album ( "Thriller," "Bad" and "Dangerous") put 7 songs on the charts of "Top 40". &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Michael was the 7th child of 9. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The pop-idol was born in 1958, which when added give the two dozen 77. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Michael died on 25, which also adds 7. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finally, Michael Jackson has 7 letters in his name and surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5941205024392476194?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5941205024392476194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-jackson-and-curse-of-number-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5941205024392476194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5941205024392476194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-jackson-and-curse-of-number-7.html' title='MICHAEL JACKSON AND THE CURSE OF NUMBER 7'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0aNKRwX1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/pmtYJDll28o/s72-c/5612_96460529869_674324869_1943096_614855_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5133313420841382841</id><published>2009-11-01T01:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:09:33.107-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>CORPSE IN THE SODA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0WN_3T6sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HQ00hX84JnY/s1600-h/refri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0WN_3T6sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HQ00hX84JnY/s320/refri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995958024628930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An employee of a famous soft drink factory died suddenly at work and fell into the huge tank of liquid ready to be bottled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, no one noticed. His body was submerged for days, decomposing while the refrigerant was bottled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some consumers just found fingers and other parts of the body of the deceased inside the drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5133313420841382841?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5133313420841382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/corpse-in-soda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5133313420841382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5133313420841382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/corpse-in-soda.html' title='CORPSE IN THE SODA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0WN_3T6sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HQ00hX84JnY/s72-c/refri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3930767757956148265</id><published>2009-11-01T01:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:35:15.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>THE THEFT OF KIDNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0P4_69AOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7VoXj4TXhtE/s1600-h/3892059505_15f7dee0cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0P4_69AOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7VoXj4TXhtE/s320/3892059505_15f7dee0cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398989000192884962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the scariest urban legends was also one of the first to spread like plague with the popularization of the Internet, including in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been created in 1997, when an e-mail began circulating warning for the new and terrifying crime happened in some cities on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victims at the beginning of the legend, were tourists or people traveling on business. At some bar in town, a stranger or a beautiful seductive stranger pulled conversation, inviting the visitor to go to a place more peaceful and offered a drink. Soon, the victim became dizzy and fainted. Waking up hours later in a bathtub full of ice. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Next to the bath, a phone and a note: "Call the emergency service immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, the people discovered a large incision in their back. Their kidney had been surgically removed to be sold on the black market of organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panic has reached the point that health agencies of the United States mounted a campaign asking victims of murky coup to make contact. No one called. But the story yielded a short film that is still circulating through the network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3930767757956148265?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3930767757956148265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/theft-of-kidney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3930767757956148265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3930767757956148265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/theft-of-kidney.html' title='THE THEFT OF KIDNEY'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0P4_69AOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7VoXj4TXhtE/s72-c/3892059505_15f7dee0cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1029508132247872567</id><published>2009-11-01T00:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:23:58.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><title type='text'>MACUMBA - RESPECT OR FEAR IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0K5zLcrwI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_XrQ0ISE6PY/s1600-h/6a00d834547b9d69e200e54f4645ac8834-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0K5zLcrwI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_XrQ0ISE6PY/s320/6a00d834547b9d69e200e54f4645ac8834-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983516394139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rodhen was always a funny guy, even if it was something serious or even dangerous, he always sought to find in his sense of humor some security and peace for all. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, about fourteen years ago, he was quite young, had to travel to a country town to attend one of these local events. His mother would arrive the next day, then he would have to sleep in the house of Miss Zefinha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said she was already an old lady, but very nice, everytime they travelled to this little town they stayed in her house.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had taken a few clothes, then took a bath and went to watch TV. He and Miss Zefinha talked a little. Zefinha said she would lie down a bit and asked him to call if her daughter came to work. He set out to do it and Zefinha went to sleep; after some seconds she returned and asked him not to touch in the offerings that were on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zefinha was umbandista (a kind of religion in Brazil) and knowing how Rodhen was playfull, decided to alert him in advance. He smiled and said there was no need to worry cause  he would only watch TV and anything more. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zefinha went to the bedroom and Rodhen stayed in the living room. Sometime at night he began to feel hungry, looked at the table and saw some popcorn in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and went to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A popcorn will not be missed by the saint. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and took some... They were delicious, were made in olive oil. Then rose again and took a few more, as he was distracted looking at the TV dropped half the contents on the floor. Was frightened seeing the dirt that was done, was sneaking into the kitchen, grabbed a broom and started sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a sheet of cardboard and used it as a shovel, then joined the popcorn and put them back in the bowl, even with sand, dust and other dirt from the floor. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat on the couch and returned to watching TV. He felt a cold wind in the left ear. He felt the hairs on his neck stood on end. He looked to the side and saw no one, thought to call Zefinha, but no doubt she would find out he had appointed some, the solution was to wait for Marlene (daughter of Zefinha) come home from work and ask her some help. Looked at TV, but could not concentrate. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to feel a sickness, a pressure in his stomach, it was like throwing up, went into the bathroom and tried to vomit, but when forced to mouth, what came out was not popcorn, but the word. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now just Zifin mi! You are my offering. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to cry, was horrible that feeling, never felt such panic in life. How those words could come out of his mouth without his consent? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt his mouth and lips twitched, he began to laugh and turn the body in a counterclockwise direction, no longer had control over himself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He felt something cold in his arms and even with the blurred vision he could see the face of Miss Zefinha, she spent a few leaves in his arms and said things he could not hear. He just reminds her give him a slap on the forehead and passed out. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and was lying outside the house, there were Zefinha and one elderly black man and with him was a dark young man dressed in white. Zefinha talked with Mr Black. Rodhen was lying face up, and with eyes half-closed he looked. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zefinha said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Let him alone, he didn´t mean to bother... let him. I promise I will make a new offering, even better. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark young man looked directly at him, grabbed a white hat and put on his head. He smiled with a layered look to him, with eyes that looked like two holes targeting Rodhen and said: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be careful kid, I´ll still come back to teach. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walked slowly toward the woods and was gone. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodhen felt for the first time the price of his curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today if you ask him: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rodhen! You have the fear of macumba? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do not... I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does he really respect or fear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1029508132247872567?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1029508132247872567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/macumba-respect-or-fear-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1029508132247872567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1029508132247872567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/11/macumba-respect-or-fear-it.html' title='MACUMBA - RESPECT OR FEAR IT?'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Su0K5zLcrwI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_XrQ0ISE6PY/s72-c/6a00d834547b9d69e200e54f4645ac8834-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1863020556870414137</id><published>2009-10-31T22:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:20:38.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WITCHES AND WITCHCRAFT'/><title type='text'>WITCHCRAFT TOOLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuztWNgWxTI/AAAAAAAAAzA/gM6DQwGlatY/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398951019148657970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuztWNgWxTI/AAAAAAAAAzA/gM6DQwGlatY/s320/image1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 158px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going to show below some of the main tools used by wizards and witches around the world, regardless of the current mystique. It also draws a correlation between the tools and the blades of the Tarot, something very interesting for those who are fan of this oracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CUP - For the Magic symbolizes wisdom, life, abundance. For witches, symbolizes power, the emotion, the heart. It is also used for potions and parts. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 1, "The Magician".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BOOK OF SHADOWS - Book with all operations and magical used by the Wizard or Witch.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding Blade 2, "The High Priestess".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* GUIDE - Protector. As the Magic of Abramelin may also be a source of power, sought through contact with the angels. In vestments can be represented with a statue of a gargoyle, gnome, or an angel, in order to represent a protection for the altar for the ritual or invocation. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 3, "Temperance".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MAGIC WAND - Is an important tool for the Magician, symbolizes power, intelligence and the will of the Magician. It has the same importance as the "Magic Wand" Wand or cord used by the witches. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 4, "The Emperor".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* THE STAFF - Means leadership, search, priestly wisdom, the pilgrimage.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vestment used mainly by the Magi Clerics.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 5, "The Pope".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MAGIC TRIANGLE - Symbolizes the Trinity, the Triune God, the three-dimensionality,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the manifestation of spiritual entities. Light, Fire, and The Triangle Force facing up, symbolizing the male energy, with its apex facing down the female. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 6, "Lovers".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* THE POT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - It´s the symbol of the transmutation of substances. According to its use, elevation. It is mainly used by witches to make parts. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 7, "The Chariot".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGIC SWORD - Symbol of strength, power, male power, wisdom, protection, balance, control, justice. The sword in the sheath means caution. This tool is mainly used by the Magician. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 8, "Justice".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGIC LANTERN - It´s the symbol of enlightenment and understanding.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It also represents "the presence".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 9, "The Hermit".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIDENT - Its meaning is related to satanic rituals, black magic, the invocation of demons. The Trident also means "THE POWER OF THE SEA", Poseidon, Neptune. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 10, "The Wheel of Fortune".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBE / COVER / HOOD - Symbolizes spiritual strength, protection, clothing used by both the Wizards and Witches. Vestment is a widely used in rituals. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 11, "The Force".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BROOM - In a positive sense, symbolizes purification, cleaning. It is used by black magic rituals evil. Legendarily known as transport of witches. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 12, "The Hanged Man".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAGGER - The meaning is very similar to the "Magic Sword". The difference is that the dagger is most often used also by the witches. In black magic rituals, it symbolizes the Court, Death, Sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 13, "Death".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PORTION / FILTERS - It is a manifestation of the magic spell. Can have a power good or bad, depending on the purpose of its preparation. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 14, "Temperance".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALTAR - Local support for the sacred magical tools. Elevation prayers. You can also have another connotation of the place for offerings and sacrifices. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 15, "The Devil"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(for white magic blade 15 INVERTED).  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Mainly used in white magic serves to draw the attention of spiritual beings from other planes. It symbolizes, open roads, manifestation of God. Presence of God. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 16, "The Tower".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PENTAGRAM - Symbol of the power of man (woman) in relation to the cosmos. It is the symbol of Halloween. It also means protection. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 17, "The Star".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MAGIC MIRROR - One of the most important magical tools, it is possible to see other astral planes, other worlds and dimensions. It symbolizes self-knowledge. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 18, "The Moon".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* SALT - Has a great power exorcising. A circle of salt protects those who are inside of influence and evil manifestations. A handful of salt thrown in a spell is able to neutralize it. A bath salt can scare possessing spirits. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Halloween witches and evil (the) black magic may have undermined his power in the presence of salt.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 19, "The Sun".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CRISTAL - Symbolizes the spirit, the soul (because of its purity and transparency).  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How come the earth, it also means the union of matter and spirit.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 20, "The Trial".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* NEEDLES - Mean materialization, channeling magical power of witchcraft to a person. Can be used for good and healing, as in acupuncture. Or worse in black magic, as in voodoo, "the doll is stuck with a needle with the intention of hurting the person whom it represents." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 21 INVERTED, "The World".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MAGIC CIRCLE - Symbolizes infinity, perfection, has the same connotation as the alliance used in Christian marriages. It can also be used to protect against evil. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Tarot card corresponding blade 21, "The World".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CAT - Has multiple meanings: it represents the wisdom, prudence, the liveliness. Despite popular culture attribute to bad luck to the cat, mainly black, to the magicians, it is personal protection, protection of the home. In black magic, black cat male, is the personification of the devil. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Tarot card corresponding Blade 0, "The Fool".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1863020556870414137?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1863020556870414137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/witchcraft-tools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1863020556870414137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1863020556870414137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/witchcraft-tools.html' title='WITCHCRAFT TOOLS'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuztWNgWxTI/AAAAAAAAAzA/gM6DQwGlatY/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5412533770791092315</id><published>2009-10-31T22:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:41:12.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WITCHES AND WITCHCRAFT'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suzll3PBEEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/wqioZhhTGhY/s1600-h/foto-halloween-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suzll3PBEEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/wqioZhhTGhY/s320/foto-halloween-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942491955236930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The word Halloween has its origins in the Catholic Church and the contraction is done incorrectly from the term "All Hallows Eve" which means Day of All Saints, and corresponds to the first days of November, which is a Catholic day of observance in honor of Saints dead. But in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31. That day marked the beginning of the Celtic New year and was celebrated with a holiday called Samhain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that on that day the disembodied spirits of all those who died during the year, would come back in search of bodies of people living in which they inhabit during the coming year. It was believed that this was the only hope of life after death (ghoulish). The Celts believed all laws of space and time were suspended during this time, allowing the spirits of a linkage of the living. (Gahagan).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the still-living did not want to be possessed by spirits of the dead. So on the night of October 31, the villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes to make them cold and undesirable. They then dress up in costumes and paraded around the neighborhood, being as destructive as possible in order to frighten away spirits looking for bodies to possess them (ghoulish).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Roman era, they adopted the Celtic practices as their own. However, in that the belief in spirit possession waned, the practice of dressing up like hobgoblins, ghosts and witches took on a religious belief to a ceremonial role.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, although some work and satanic cults have adopted Halloween as their favorite holiday, the day did not originate in evil practices as some people suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grew out of the rituals of New Year celebration by the Celts and rituals of Europeans in the Middle Ages. Today Halloween is just what one makes of it, good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Symbol of Halloween - Jack-O-Lantern&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pumpkin-lantern, (in English Jack-o-lantern) comes from Irish folklore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the story, a man named Jack, who was a notorious drunkard and trickster, made a deal with the devil that was on top of a tree. Jack carved the image of a cross in the trunk of the tree, as a trapping the devil up the tree. Jack made a deal with the devil if he never tried or torment him, Jack would erase the cross let him get down the tree.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the tale, after Jack died, his entrance into heaven was denied because of his dealings with the Devil. But the devil in hell fearing his jokes did not want it, then the devil, who had become his friend, gave a candle to light his paths. Jack then knew that having only that candle, it would have to last for eternity and he put it inside a turnip. The turnip was carved to be hollow and with holes for the passage of light emitted by the light of the candle.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish used turnips as their "Jack's lanterns". But when the immigrants came to the United States, they found pumpkins much more appropriate than the turnips, and even today, is the most striking symbol of the event.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Trick or treat&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custom of trick-or-treating (mischief-or-treating,: give us good things or we do mischief) seems to have originated in a European custom of the 9th called "Souling". On November 2, Day of All Souls Day of the Dead, Christians would walk from village to village begging for "soul cakes", or pies made of square pieces of bread with currants. The more cakes they received, the more prayers they would promise to the dead relatives of those who donated the pies. At that time, it was believed that the dead remained in limbo for a time after death and, through prayer, even by strangers, could expedite the passage of the blade to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the Celtic culture that to appease evil spirits, it was necessary to leave food for them. This practice has been transformed over time and the beggars have come to beg for food in exchange for prayers for all the family members dead. In this context, there was a tradition in Ireland, a man leading a procession to raise farmers' offerings, so that their crops would not be cursed by demons. A kind of blackmail, which then led to the "Trick or Treat".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custom of Halloween was brought to the United States in the 1840s by Irish immigrants fleeing their country by the shortage of their staple food, the potato. At that time, the mischief favorite in New England (U.S.), was writing on the walls of houses and remove the locks of the gates (ghoulish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5412533770791092315?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5412533770791092315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5412533770791092315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5412533770791092315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-special.html' title='HALLOWEEN SPECIAL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suzll3PBEEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/wqioZhhTGhY/s72-c/foto-halloween-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3082550243116737398</id><published>2009-10-31T22:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:35:11.779-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WITCHES AND WITCHCRAFT'/><title type='text'>THE WITCH OF SALEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurie Cabot, now 76, was born in 1933 in the city of Wewoka.  Her name was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercedes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Kearsey. As a child kept hher admiration for the occult and supernatural world. The first witch who saw in the media was in the movie "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." For her there was not only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spells, after all the kiss of the prince who awakened Snow White would not be a spell, a kind of magic as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the Bible was confusing ... while the holy book taught that witches should die (inquisition), incoherently he also teaches that we should love each other and should not kill anyone?! - "Moses did not resort to magic when he challenged Pharaoh. And when Jesus was born ... He was visited by three wise men, who were actually astrologers and sorcerers.  Yet I learned that Mary was an ordinary person who gave birth to a God"... This does not make sense in her head - "How can anyone believe that any woman would do such a divine feat, at least she should have been very special, I wonder if she would not be truly a goddess. She had too much power."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her first supernatural experience occurred even in a Catholic church. Was when she fell into a trance during a prayer at this time she was 6. Then came the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cognate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experience (omens), which could provide facts ordinary days before they happen. Clearly, for a child it was all strange and bizarre. But Laurie absorved new experiences very quickly and wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During high school, contacts with spirits and her curiosity increased her hunger for more knowledge, was when she learned about portions and healing. Everything seemed natural to her but for her friends they were really supernatural manifestations, so that the discrimination and social isolation was an inevitable consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now things have changed a lot. Grew up believing that witches could be so good, that make parts for healing and rituals to promote the welfare of the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous throughout the world and pioneered the dissemination of witchcraft in the United States, published books that became best sellers. Titles such as: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Power of the Witch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Witch in Every Woman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrate the Earth&lt;/span&gt; have been translated into several languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today when she comes out on the streets of Salem with all her clothes certainly still provokes awe in many people, but also admiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Salem, Laurie Cabot is well known, a celebrity, was about to be declared by the government with "Official Witch of Salem". What made her store that before only sold herbs, tarot portions a real tourist spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dv3xfY12VIc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dv3xfY12VIc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3082550243116737398?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3082550243116737398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/witch-of-salem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3082550243116737398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3082550243116737398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/witch-of-salem.html' title='THE WITCH OF SALEM'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5874436884583269436</id><published>2009-10-31T01:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:58:42.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuvDz4nINAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O1HfviIXEeg/s1600-h/combustaohumana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuvDz4nINAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O1HfviIXEeg/s320/combustaohumana3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398623874470917122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In December 1966, the body of Dr. J. Irving Bentley, 92, was discovered in Pennsylvania, next to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consumption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;electricity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meter of his home. In fact, only part of his leg and a foot, even with the slipper had been found. The rest of his body had been burned to ashes. The only evidence of the fire that killed him was a hole that was in the bathroom floor, the rest of the house was intact and had not suffered anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could a man catch fire - with no apparent source of spark or flame - burning down his own body, without spreading the flames to anything around him? The case of Dr. Bentley, and hundreds of other cases like it have been labeled "Spontaneous Human Combustion" (SHC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he and other victims of the phenomenon have been burned almost completely, the neighborhood where they were, or their clothes, often were left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can humans be consumed by fire spontaneously? Many people believe that spontaneous human combustion is a real fact, but most scientists are not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is spontaneous human combustion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous combustion occurs when a person breaks into flames because of a chemical reaction within, apparently not caused by an external source of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first known spontaneous human combustion was the Danish anatomist Thomas Bartholin, in 1663, when he described how a woman in Paris "was reduced to ashes and smoke" while asleep. The straw mattress on which she slept was damaged by fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1673, a Frenchman named Jonas Dupont published a collection of cases of spontaneous combustion in his book "De Humani Corporis Fires spontane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of cases of spontaneous combustion occurred since that time and have one common feature: The victim is almost completely consumed by flames, usually inside their residence, and medical examiners present reported having smelled a sweet smoke in rooms where the events had occurred. The peculiarity that the charred bodies had was that the extremities often remain intact. Although the torso and head are charred beyond recognition, the hands, feet and / or part of the legs may be unburned. In addition, the room around the person shows little or no sign of fire, except for a small residue left on furniture or walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rare cases, the internal organs of the victim remain untouched while the outside was charred. Not every victim of spontaneous human combustion were simply consumed by the flames. Some develop strange burns on the body, although there was no reason for it, or emanate smoke. Not all caught fire has died: a small percentage of people had survived by spontaneous combustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theories to ignite the human body needs two things: intensely high heat and a flammable substance. Under normal circumstances the human body does not have any of those features mentioned, but some scientists have speculated about the possibility of such events over the centuries. In the nineteenth century, Charles Dickens ignited great interest in spontaneous human combustion. One of the most popular suggests is that the fire is sparked when methane accumulate in the intestines and is ignited by enzymes. However, many victims of spontaneous human combustion, suffer more damage on the outside than inside their bodies, apparently contradicting this theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other theories speculate that the origin of fire could result from a buildup of static electricity inside the body, or originate from an external geomagnetic force exerted on the body. An expert on spontaneous human combustion, Larry Arnold, suggests that this phenomenon is the result of a new subatomic particle called 'pyroton' which interacts with cells to create a micro-explosion. But there is no scientific evidence proving the existence of this particle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If human combustion is not real, what actually happened with the charred remains of all these pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible explanation is the wick effect, which states that a body in continuous contact with a live coal, a lighted cigarette or other heat source, acts much like a candle. The candle is made of a wick surrounded by a wax acid-resistant. When  lighted the candle wax keeps it burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the human body, the fat acts as a flammable substance and the victim's clothing or their hair as wick. The fat melts from the heat, soak the clothes and acts like wax, keeping the wick burning slowly. Scientists say that is why the victims' bodies are destroyed without the call to spread the objects around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the photos of burned bodies, but with the hands and feet intact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to this question may have something to do with the temperature gradient - the idea that the top of a seated person is warmer than their bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the same phenomenon occurs when you hold a match with the flame at the bottom. The flame will often vanish, because the bottom of the match is colder than the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5874436884583269436?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5874436884583269436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/spontaneous-human-combustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5874436884583269436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5874436884583269436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/spontaneous-human-combustion.html' title='SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuvDz4nINAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O1HfviIXEeg/s72-c/combustaohumana3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3813932583747071932</id><published>2009-10-31T00:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:20:24.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>CENTRALIA - THE REAL SILENT HILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A long time ago some coal mines have been discovered within the Pensilvânia. It was quite natural that a city would rise with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an invasion of people wanting jobs in the area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was baptized Centralia, and raised enough with the exploration of coal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then it happened ... no one knows for sure how ...  But the fact is that in May 1962 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a fire was started in a garbage  dump over an open coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In vain the population tried to extinguish the fire and finally decided to wait for the fire to end by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In June of that year the mines were still smoldering and it was found that the heat, instead of decreasing, was increasing! The fire spread to the coal seams reaching alarming proportions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over the months the residents were feeling the effects of the fire. As trees and vegetation around languished, the ground was hot and now and then, jets of steam emerged from it. But what killed the city was the financial effects. As the mines were paralyzed, the workers ran out of money and the ones that could, left the city. But some stayed hoping that the problem would be solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Areas of the city were isolated, whole families removed from their homes, roads were blocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1980 the fire was still burning! Geologists have confirmed that it was impossible to extinguish the fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1981 an accident caused the greatest tumult in the city. A man was walking around and the ground opened beneath his feet. He fell into a giant hole and managed to hold the roots of some trees and was saved by his cousin. This event attracted media attention and government efforts to find a solution... it was spent more than 40 million  to try to extinguish the fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Years passed and what was a beautiful city became a ghost town that no longer exists on the maps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now, more than 40 years later, the underground of the city is still on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjtmaCI9_wM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjtmaCI9_wM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to know more information about it visit &lt;a href="http://www.offroaders.com/album/centralia/the-story.htm"&gt;Centralia&lt;/a&gt;´s webpage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3813932583747071932?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3813932583747071932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/centralia-real-silent-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3813932583747071932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3813932583747071932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/centralia-real-silent-hill.html' title='CENTRALIA - THE REAL SILENT HILL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-1311054048188508138</id><published>2009-10-31T00:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:48:50.795-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><title type='text'>THE DOOR TO HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place is found in Uzbekistan near the village of Darvaz. In the desert of Kara-Kum geologists pierced the place in search of natural gas. In the middle of the hole, they reached a large underground cavern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was so great that the floor collapsed and much of the equipment fell into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It turned to a pocket of gas with an incredible depth ... No longer able to approach the site because of toxic gases they had the idea to set fire at it. Then it was just to wait till the fire to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing is the place is still burning and for more than 30 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experts have tried to determine when the fire will extinguish. Some believe that still takes about 250 years. Others believe it will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D28vlnUQfSs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D28vlnUQfSs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-1311054048188508138?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/1311054048188508138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/door-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1311054048188508138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/1311054048188508138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/door-to-hell.html' title='THE DOOR TO HELL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8905853323058591259</id><published>2009-10-31T00:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:32:19.392-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><title type='text'>FIND A GRAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuvKAdaREI/AAAAAAAAAyo/L_oRzCzYg_k/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuvKAdaREI/AAAAAAAAAyo/L_oRzCzYg_k/s320/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398601164790580290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The idea came from Jim Tipton. A guy with a strange hobby... visiting graveyards to look for famous people´s graves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He saw there was no specific site about that and decided to register the pictures he took from the graves with a biography of the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The site grew amazingly receiving lots of daily visits from people all around the world and the visitors helped sending pics and information about famous people´s graves from everywhere. With time he started to also put information about anonym people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone can help posting information of dead people´s graves. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.findagrave.com"&gt;Find A Grave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, make a little registration and you´re ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8905853323058591259?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8905853323058591259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/find-grave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8905853323058591259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8905853323058591259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/find-grave.html' title='FIND A GRAVE'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuvKAdaREI/AAAAAAAAAyo/L_oRzCzYg_k/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-6751184895719251661</id><published>2009-10-30T23:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:51:06.967-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURIOSITIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><title type='text'>NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE (NDE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuulztrVmaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4r4jhFuz6IA/s1600-h/near-death-experience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuulztrVmaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4r4jhFuz6IA/s320/near-death-experience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398590886186949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A near-death experience (NDE) refers to a range of personal experiences associated with impending death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience is often described as involving a feeling of extreme peace, a sound similar to a bell or a buzz, a passage in the darkness, then a transition to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, little research in this field indicates that these feelings happen if the patient get in situations that affect the state of the brain, such as cardiac arrest and anesthesia. The conditions that lead to a state of near-death appear to significantly affect the nature of experience. Still, many people who had near-death reports are similar. These are usually caused by the use of psychotic (due to severe neurochemical imbalances) or drugs such as hashish or LSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believers think that NDEs prove the existence of life after death. Skeptics think that NDEs can be explained by neurochemistry and are the result of changes in a dying brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patients sick or dying, victims of traffic accidents or drowning include, in detail, how it feels to be on the other hand, a process that is believed to be of a first step after the end of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The NDE has received the attention of medical experts around the world. Most people surveyed experienced physical and psychological trauma that would lead to so-called physical death was not the manifestation of chance. Not rare are the stories of doctors who found patients dead and, minutes later, were surprised by the resuscitation from the resumption of vital signs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the so-called astral travel or projection, the experimenters of the NDE tell they met strangers or relatives already dead. They have in common the memory of the appearance of a white light and reported the possibility of seeing their bodies at an angle close to ceiling - a few meters away from where the physical body was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For science, the phenomenon can be explained as an effect of pharmacological substances mixed in the treatment of patients in ICUs. There are also those who believe that the experience might be related to neurological or psychological problems, or self-suggestion. However, even the experts admit that there are phenomena that science has yet to unravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-6751184895719251661?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/6751184895719251661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/near-death-experience-nde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6751184895719251661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6751184895719251661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/near-death-experience-nde.html' title='NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE (NDE)'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuulztrVmaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4r4jhFuz6IA/s72-c/near-death-experience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8191647259496725187</id><published>2009-10-30T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:20:45.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAGEDIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>THE ENIGMA OF JOELMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suuex9tt0hI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qRrgg3oCMjQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suuex9tt0hI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qRrgg3oCMjQ/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398583159550759442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Joelma Building, one of the most imposing buildings in Sao Paulo, burned down by more than four hours on February 1st, 1974. The result of this tragedy were 345 injured and 189 killed. Even today experts ensure that the place is surrounded by a strange spiritual energy. Witnesses said the building Joelma carries a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1948, there was a house where is now Joelma Building. There lived a chemistry professor, Paul Campbell, 26 years, along with his mother and two sisters. Paul shot and killed his mother and sisters and buried the bodies in a pit that had built in the backyard. After Paul committed suicide. The police worked with two hypotheses for the crime. The first is that the family would have rejected a girlfriend. The second is that Paul would have killed his mother and sisters because they had serious health problems and he did not want to take care of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mystery of the death of the entire family has never been solved. After the recovery of bodies, a firefighter also became a victim of the curse and died of corpse infection. The triple murder-suicide shocked the population of Sao Paulo and became known as "The Crime of the Pit". The place became famous for being haunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1972, the house gave way to a modern building of 20 floors. It was the Joelma Building. Because of the Crime, the number of the street was changed, but the curse was not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On February 1st, 1974, at 8:45 am, a short circuit in the air conditioning of the building started the fire. With nowhere to run, people panicked. The heat reached 700 º C and many jumped from the top of the building. The fire virtually destroyed the Joelma. There was no water in the cars of the Fire Department ladder Magirus and only managed to reach a part of the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen people managed to escape by elevator, but could not save themselves. The bodies were not identified and were eventually buried side by side in St. Peter's Cemetery in the capital. The thirteen bodies gave rise to the mystery of the thirteen souls and to them are attributed miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the fire, the building was four years closed for construction. When reopened, it was renamed the Plaza of the Flag. Witnesses said the dead spirits roam the building today. The Building Joelma has dozens of empty rooms, but the attempt to rid the place of spirits continues. The stories about the old Joelma are still a great mystery. Some believe, some doubt and some are sure that everything is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8191647259496725187?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8191647259496725187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/enigma-of-joelma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8191647259496725187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8191647259496725187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/enigma-of-joelma.html' title='THE ENIGMA OF JOELMA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suuex9tt0hI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qRrgg3oCMjQ/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5837908945547618685</id><published>2009-10-30T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:02:10.979-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><title type='text'>CHUPACABRAS (GOAT SUCKER)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuZTuUFDEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/fF4i0tKX95k/s1600-h/chupacabras5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuZTuUFDEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/fF4i0tKX95k/s320/chupacabras5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398577142462483522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The name comes from the animal's reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock, especially goats. The blood was drained or exhausted from the bodies of dead animals and also were not reported sightings of the beings possibly causing the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More recently the occurrences of this kind have become more frequent and regular in various regions of the world. A few years occurred in Brazil, dozens of cases involving even the sighting of monstrous beings, close to the sites. Also OVET's (extraterrestrial flying objects) were observed during the night, flying over the areas affected by the phenomenon. The animals involved in these incidents were sheep, chickens, dogs and goats themselves. The sites were in reference farms, close to homes, neighborhoods of cities and even closed backyards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The basic features provided by the phenomenon are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Occurrence during the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Absence of noise or excitement of animals;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Absence of marks in the soil or vegetation, showing signs of attack or fight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Injuries or bites, the necks of animals mutilated;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Absence of blood in the bodies of animals;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* No traces of blood externally;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Removal of some organs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Removal of fetuses (in one case at least in Brazil);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Several animals affected in the same place and the same night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Presence sometimes found in the nearby region of creepy beings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Frequent observations OVET's in affected areas at the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5837908945547618685?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5837908945547618685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/chupacabras-goat-sucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5837908945547618685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5837908945547618685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/chupacabras-goat-sucker.html' title='CHUPACABRAS (GOAT SUCKER)'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuuZTuUFDEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/fF4i0tKX95k/s72-c/chupacabras5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3910751289166413734</id><published>2009-10-29T23:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:56:24.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><title type='text'>RAUL´S TRAUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raul had moved a little over two years for a neighborhood that was in the same city where he grew up. He was a man of middle age. He had always been seen as a quiet man was never seen in company of friends, was never seen receiving visitors, was quiet and very few were the times that someone heard him pronounce any word. There are rumors that say he was like that because of an injury he had suffered as a young man, in fact the trauma actually happened, but this by far was caused due to the escape of his parents leaving him abandoned, as people say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Raul was 14 and got home from school. As usual lunch was ready, he as a constant DejaVu, threw the backpack on the couch, gave a kiss on his mother and went straight to sit at the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Raul my son, how many times I have  to say you need to wash your hands to sit at the table? Every day I have to say the same thing, so you'll end up getting an infection and will take some work for me, as always .- said Vera, Raul's mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Mom you´re so dramatic. I get exposed to bacteria all the time, I will not die if I eat without washing my hands, I use knife and fork and not my hands to eat. And besides, if I swallow two or three bacterias there is no problem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Enough, you better eat or food will get cold.- Vera said smiling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Raul laughed and began to eat greedily as if he had not seen food for decades. There was a car coming and Vera looked out the kitchen window to see who it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Look, your father has arrived. Did something happened? - Vera left the kitchen and Raul continued to eat without giving importance to what she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a few minutes Vera came into the kitchen along with Arthur, father of Raul.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Hi son, everything´s all right? - Said Arthur.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Everything, something happened?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Well, things happen all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Bah, this I know. Is that you never got that time at home since you started working.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - That´s the first time today, I decided to take your mother out to lunch .- Raul got surprised, but it was not so unusual his father having crazy outbursts of romanticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Bye Raulzito, I'm hungry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - You go like that? With clothes to stay home?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - What's wrong? Stop being glib boy, bye... I'm gone, I'm not here .-  Vera gave farewell smiling being taken in hand by Arthur, who already showed impatience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Bye, big guy. We will not take long.- Arthur said giving a bye with the other hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Raul spent the afternoon alone, used to play video games and eat the swill he wanted without being harassed. The night was already extending his long arms on the horizon and Raul began to worry because his parents were taking long to come back and had not given a call. He decided to call his father but noticed that the phone from his room was silent, left the room to  call from the livingroom and met with Arthur and Vera standing in the middle of the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Hell, nor heard the noise of the car, was good huh! By the time you arrived, you must have eaten the whole restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Arthur shook hands with Vera and went in the direction of Raul who opened his arms to embrace them. Raul froze, froze when realized his parents went through his body. Shocked, he turned quickly and saw them still walk hand in hand toward the wall that was also crossed by them, leaving a nearly imperceptible light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To this day on, Raul never saw his parents or heard any news of them, the police never knew what happened and the few relatives they had given the case closed because they could not do anything. Raul was taken to live with his mother's sister. He never touched on the subject, cause he felt that the mere mention of the word death, body or burial, pluck him visceral pain. He knew what had happened and this secret he would never reveal to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3910751289166413734?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3910751289166413734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/rauls-trauma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3910751289166413734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3910751289166413734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/rauls-trauma.html' title='RAUL´S TRAUMA'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8415689061327757308</id><published>2009-10-29T22:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:48:26.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>DEATH ASKS FOR A RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SupEgQEofrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/v_hwT1Ax1Ks/s1600-h/493511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SupEgQEofrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/v_hwT1Ax1Ks/s320/493511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398202424217861810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The origin of this legend is uncertain. It probably comes from the time of wagons and carriages. And it has different versions, depending on the time and place where it is told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the United States, it is said that people driving down desert roads give a girl a ride to her house, the nearest town. But stopping the car, the driver realizes that the girl disappeared, leaving a handkerchief or a scarf in the back seat. Confused, he rings the bell, tells what happened and shows the object. Parents recognize it and say that her daughter died many years ago in a car accident in the exact spot where the driver stopped to give her a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Brazil, it is told that taxi drivers take a beautiful girl in front of the cemetery. She asks for a ride around town and stops again at the door of the cemetery. At checkout, tell the driver to pick up money in her parents' house. He takes the address and go. He goes to the address and knocks the door and an old man opens it. He tells the story. The man at first suspicious, gets upset when the taxi driver describes the girl, her clothes and face. And points out a photo on the wall. "It's that girl," says the taxi driver. "It was my daughter," replies the old man. "She died many years ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8415689061327757308?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8415689061327757308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-asks-for-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8415689061327757308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8415689061327757308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-asks-for-ride.html' title='DEATH ASKS FOR A RIDE'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SupEgQEofrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/v_hwT1Ax1Ks/s72-c/493511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3402491808078677506</id><published>2009-10-29T21:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:26:04.800-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><title type='text'>THE ARAGON BROTHERS CASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know if this is a true story, just kindly ask you to read it with a neutral point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Manaus June 18, 2005, the police finally located the two Aragon brothers and the sister, a fact that despite highly publicized by the press gained little national impact due to lack of clarification from the authorities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Two brothers were found dead in mysterious circumstances, the second a girl who was in the range of eighteen, was found wandering lost in the woods, naked. Been committed by a kind of momentary madness and today is under psychiatric treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The news released by the police were very absurd and contradictory. No one knew, in fact, what had actually occurred.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; By the year 2008, when an alleged letter came up. In that letter the youngest brother Roberval narrates a fact that could explain the mystery occurred on that date, but police denied the veracity of the letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the letter they report the existence of a tape recorder, the researchers say that this writer has never existed, but many say it, even today, it´s under police power. The family does not confirm the facts and since 2006 do not appear in public and has made it clear they will never talk about this subject... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No one knows for sure how the contents of this letter hit the Internet, just know that this is a fascinating story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is the contents of that letter:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"(Manaus June 15, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19:12 -  I, Roberval Aragon, start the fact that no doubt will change the course of humanity. My brothers and I are three years in preparation for this day, and today we will change the course of history. We will be icons of modern religion of any sect or secret order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19:54 -  We are heading to a cabin, which lies in a region far away from Manaus, but specifically in the east, is after the district Teixeira Jorge, I'm not sure the name of the town... Reinaldo was the one who tried to find the site, said there was a perfect location for the ritual, I hope everything works out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20:22 -  We're stuck in traffic, my brother is impatient, Alicia our middle sister had to turn off the phone. My father is bothering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23:12 - We´re here! It took a  long time, but finally arrived... Now we have to prepare the ground.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23:15 -  I was unable to help in the preparation of the site, make it clear that my brother is a tyrant. He thinks he knows everything, and who found a way to bring it to our world was me. Let me be clear that he thinks he knows how to proceed, but all he knows it was taught by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 23:20 -  The day is perfect, we have a beautiful new moon which signifies the beginning of a new cycle, the night is hot and everything made here will not die but only be leaving in search of a new and real meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23:22 -  Sorry, let me explain what is the ritual. Today we bring to earth the great Horthembrak, but we need to invoke a Djinn, and through him we call Horthembrak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is a laborious process, I do not have much time, so I will not explain to you who is Horthembrak or what is a Djinn, I shall explain how to invoke them. I just hope you do not try to do this without proper preparation, we made a long study to get where we are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; First you need to have at hand any material: carbon black, a glass bottle bathed in water with salt and pine needles, four black candles, a book of the Bible, you must also have a black cape, the text of Genesis, a handful of coal dust and you can not forget the compass. After the material you must draw the stone coal a huge letter "c" on the ground, it has to be about to close, it should have only a small opening for the leader of the ritual to enter. Not forgetting that this entry should be in opposition to Jerusalem. You have to find exactly the north, south, east and west and every point you put a candle. You have to put coal dust at the base, since it symbolizes the ashes. And before you entered the circle walk around it eighteen times in a counter-clockwise. Burn the page of the Bible Genesis 1-6 where he talks about the creation of man. Then the person inside the circle has to put their feet facing southwest, they must kneel and touch forehead on the floor and call the fire Djin, this symbolizes submission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In that the others outside the main circle are only protected by a circle of salt and should follow the invocation. Must say something in Latin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"IN MEDIO firmamentum aquarum ET separete AQUAS AB AQIS quæ SUPERIUS Sicut Inferius, ET Inferius Sicut Quae Quae SUPER, AD PERPETRANDA MIRACULOUS KING unius. Pater ejus EST SOL, LUNA VENTUS ET MATER HANC GESTAVIT IN UTERO SUO, ascendit EARTH AD COELUM ET Rursus The COELO IN Terran Descendit. Exorcise TE CREATURE AQUAE, UT SIS Mihi SPECULUM DEI VIVI IN operibus ejus, FONS VITAE ET, ET Ablutie peccatorum. AMEN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know what it means, just know that we have studied a lot to learn all phonemes, refused to speak wrong, my brother just told me that this is not anything satanic, not even Christian, but the elemental forces, spirits of life. We do not believe in God or the Devil, only in cosmic forces, energies of nature and the guardian spirits. I believe that this move of the Bible and the references to Jerusalem, no more than mere symbolism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;00:32 -Finally finished preparing, I guarantee if it was me, I for sure would have done it faster. They called me, I must go to my circle of protection, but I will not let go my notebook,  will record everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;00:37 -  My brother went into his circle and began the ritual, Alicia asked me to stop writing and concentrate on the rite.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01:27 -  He is standing with his forehead on the floor, there is no reaction sketching, I was afraid he was sick a few minutes he let out a groan strange as that of twigs being broken, I'm not scared, just anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01:44 -  Awesome, my brother is possessed, he said it is the very Horthembrak and not a Djinn, said he'd love me to write everything about it. I feel the most important man on the planet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What I will write are not the words of my brother, but the great Horthembrak:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Horthembrak: The Life, we can say that it is only an illusion. You live for years, but it's worth? If you miss, be condemned to eternal fire. This is how Christians think. Pure spoof. There is no hell or the underworld, there are only two poles, two choices and two masters. If you do not like one, moves to serve the other and if you like this other, how this could hurt you? Think about it, hell is not a place of torture but a new kind of paradise, a place of joy for those we like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I: What happens when our spirits are on earth tormenting people what does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Horthembrak: (laughs) You are very childish. Do you really believe that a girl raped will torments others after death? Do you really think this is possible? If she alive, could hardly defend herself, why now after her death she would develop such a titanic force? Every soul follows their course, those spirits are illusory, they love to disturb your peace, can mimic voices and even mannerisms. Try using it to contact you and when they can, they get free access. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me: But you did not say that demons are not evil creatures?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Horthembrak: No they´re not, demons are intelligent beings, much smarter than you, they challenge the very creation. We do not live as humans. You are like pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02:54 -  He said that to obtain success and come up our reality he must have sex with my sister. I did not agree with it, it is out of line, it is against nature, but my sister agreed and so I am here outside the room waiting for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03:15 -  They seem to have ended, my sister is with a face full of dissatisfaction, do not know why but I feel disgusted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03:44 -  I desculad. The letters are illegible, I can not write, just write to apologize, apologize to my father, I'm sorry to all. I want to make clear that I am innocent, God knows I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just make an eyesore, but it was necessary, not my fault.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My brother suddenly began beating Alicia violently on her face. I tried to avoid, but couldn´t, with only one arm he threw me across the room. I saw no alternative... I was defending myself and defending the life of my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Get that metal pipe in his head, this was the only way to stop him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h.. min - I do not know what time it is, my clock just stopped, I am sitting on the floor, I hope the day dawns, so think these things go away, my brother is fallen, fainted on the floor. My sister is still unconscious, the room is cold, the fear I feel is incredible, such a big fear that I got to throw up. I do not know what's going on, things got out of control.  I just protect me and my sister, within the circle of salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h. .. min  - Sorry if the ink pen is now red. The pen I was using floated in front of me and simply exploded, as if there was a bomb inside. I do not know why, but I can not stop writing. I think it has a real reason. I think I may serve as an example. A bad example &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h.. min  - Seems curse... the moring is not coming, I am afraid, I've thought several times in pleading for the Christian God, but I can not falter, I have to be strong. Cried for the guardian spirits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h. .. min  - Now I heard a horrible sound. I'm terrified, as if there was a crowd screaming and crying outside the hut. I'm not scared... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h.. min  - There are three black figures looking at me, they have red eyes, try to contact them, tell them I'm here at their service  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h.. min  - Now just felt the worst feeling of my life, the beings are gone, I felt as if several cold larvae had tryed to get in my body, they tried to enter my mouth. I can not run, my legs would not obey me, now I know how a person feels paralyzed. I realized that these spirits are nasty, I just hold my breath and they do not take me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h.. min  - I am making it, I held my breath several times, they are gone. Left me alone. I won!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. h. .. min  - I hear steps, finally someone came to our rescue, who knows I may even save my brother...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; After three days of searching the police found the bodies of the two brothers. Reinaldo was lying in the room with the body in form of a cross and on his feet was a dog's skull. Roberval was found lying on his knees, his face was purple, he died of asphyxiation, police said it was suicide. One exotic way to kill himself. Alicia had been found naked, running through the forest. Was in an advanced state of dehydration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To this day no one knows hows the case ended, no one really knows if Alicia was pregnant or had success with that invocation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This case remains a mystery, many will laugh, say it is just a rumor or a mere story. Others use this case as an example to young people that one day may have this kind of curiosity... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3402491808078677506?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3402491808078677506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/aragon-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3402491808078677506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3402491808078677506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/aragon-brothers.html' title='THE ARAGON BROTHERS CASE'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-3314315543819890302</id><published>2009-10-29T21:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:25:18.323-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><title type='text'>THE RAINY BRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suox3ZL2DCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jkr5f0VH6uo/s1600-h/foto1_8988_600x600.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suox3ZL2DCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jkr5f0VH6uo/s320/foto1_8988_600x600.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398181931080092706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the road, when talking about amazing stories the truck drivers never forget the "Rainy Bride".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It´s a story about a young couple that would get married. He was a truck driver named Jordan, she, a beautiful woman named Suzana who sang in a church choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boy would have to pay a trip to the celebration of this long-awaited union. In return then, join his heart with his beloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She, very happy, did not talk about anything else. Her mornings have never been so beautiful. Thousands of plans passing through that little head. Get her house, her children, would be on the window, smiling, when the prince of the road were to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the date of that day arrived, but he (nobody knows why) failed to return. Suzana hopefully, in front of the mirror, saw the desperate hours pass. Gradually that hope changed to uncertainty. Everyone wanted to help with words, gestures, but nobody could do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzana ran to the side of the road that passed through their city and began to wait. Her parents begged her to come home, but the poor one faced  days of despair waiting for her beloved one. In one of those afternoons a cold rain caused Suzana pneumonia that took her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The couple did not realize their dream and Suzana´s  lover never returned. But still, the truck driver that to go through that city on a rainy afternoon will be surprised with a terrible conclusion: in the edges of the road he´ll see a girl who was and still is waiting for a guy who will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-3314315543819890302?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/3314315543819890302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainy-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3314315543819890302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/3314315543819890302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainy-bride.html' title='THE RAINY BRIDE'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/Suox3ZL2DCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jkr5f0VH6uo/s72-c/foto1_8988_600x600.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-5770050532135966310</id><published>2009-10-26T11:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:57:32.516-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>THE HAIRY LEG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuW3qvclWNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4xnX67xMn0w/s1600-h/perna-cabeluda_mabuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuW3qvclWNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4xnX67xMn0w/s320/perna-cabeluda_mabuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396921673392150738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the most intriguing urban legends of the Northeast of Brazil is with no doubt the Hairy Leg. A supernatural entity that would have haunted the streets of Recife during the 1970s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appearing where least expected (and by the way, where one would expect it to appear?), this creature was the opposite-symmetrical of Saci Pererê. In other words, it was a leg-without-person, rather than a person-without-leg that appeared jumping and attacked passers-by,  kicking around everybody and then fled jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-5770050532135966310?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/5770050532135966310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/hairy-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5770050532135966310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/5770050532135966310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/hairy-leg.html' title='THE HAIRY LEG'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuW3qvclWNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4xnX67xMn0w/s72-c/perna-cabeluda_mabuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8384665688579432659</id><published>2009-10-25T22:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:59:39.679-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>THE CUT ASSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the 80s the neighborhood of Mayor Jose Walter (Fortaleza/Brazil) suffered attacks from a maniac that cut women asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From 1985 to 1987, the day by day of Jose Walter was so gripped by fear that a maniac - Cut asses - broke into the residences and cut off the buttocks of the women present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On February 1987, Francisco Evandro Oliveira da Silva, 26 years old was recognized and arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He pled guilty and 20 days later was found dead in prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But... some say that he was not the 'true' Cut-asses... or at least not the only one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the myth that the real Cut asses can come back goes on in the minds of the neighborhood till nowadays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8384665688579432659?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8384665688579432659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/cut-asses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8384665688579432659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8384665688579432659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/cut-asses.html' title='THE CUT ASSES'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7742280104166286903</id><published>2009-10-25T18:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:24:58.000-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALES'/><title type='text'>THE SEVEN FIGURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a man sitting on a park bench where he always used to stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was relaxed looking at the trees the sun and wind, the pigeons in search of food, street vendors selling trinkets, nesting birds, children playing, the church bells tolling, old men rolling data or playing dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he found himself surrounded by seven face covered figures and one of them said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are residents of the future"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you come to tell me?" - He asked, feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one by one began to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I am a storm: one day I can take everything you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I'm hunger, one day I can come and you will know one of the biggest problems that plague the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - I'm unemployment: one day I can visit you and you will not know how to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I'm a fire: one day I can leave you homeless and without shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I am melancholy: one day I can reach you and you will lose the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - I am the solitude: one day I can knock on your door and you will not have friends to hear you or to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - I am old age: when I arrive, you will be empty, sick and without goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, like a whirlwind, the seven figures spoke at the same time, haphazardly. The man, calm and relaxed before, began to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to breathe, gradually starting to feel better, and as if by magic, he could see the faces of the seven figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were exactly equal to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, with decision, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop!&lt;br /&gt;You are thieves of peace!&lt;br /&gt;Are robbers of distracted minds!&lt;br /&gt;You are myself!&lt;br /&gt;You are my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;You do not live in the future!&lt;br /&gt;You live in my head, but it I'm the boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... He continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I learned from the trees that renewal is possible after having lost their leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I learned from the doves that there will always have more food than doves hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I learned from the vendors that the employer is not always necessary and there will always be ways to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I learned from the birds in each nest down, new nests can be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the children taught me that it requires no effort to be happy and want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I learned from the bells that as we are alone, there will always be someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I learned from old men who are always viable targets to achieve, even if it is a winning bet of data or a game of dominoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little those figures started to change their heavy expressions, opening a soft smile and began to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I'm Prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I'm Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I am the Progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I'm Safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I am Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - I am the brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - I am sure that Life is Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that had dominated his own "ghosts", the man walked out smoothly and quietly towards tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do not dominate your head, it will dominate you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7742280104166286903?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7742280104166286903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-figures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7742280104166286903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7742280104166286903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-figures.html' title='THE SEVEN FIGURES'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-6814986799372170084</id><published>2009-10-25T17:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:08:28.416-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBAN LEGENDS'/><title type='text'>THE BATHROOM BLONDE GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuS99Ixo5JI/AAAAAAAAAxo/4QU6OyQ6q48/Banshee_by_LilithVampiriozah%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 231px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuS99Ixo5JI/AAAAAAAAAxo/4QU6OyQ6q48/Banshee_by_LilithVampiriozah%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This urban legend is very popular between students of public schools in São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It says that a beautiful girl with blond hair about 15 years old was always planning ways to kill classes. One of these ways was to stay in the school bathroom waiting time pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day a terrible accident happened. The blonde slipped on the wet bathroom floor and hit her head on the floor. Got in a coma and soon died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all this, the girl was not satisfied with her premature and tragic end, her soul would not rest in peace and she went on to haunt the bathrooms of the schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many students swear to have seen the famous bathroom blonde, pale and with cotton in her nose to prevent the blood stains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-6814986799372170084?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/6814986799372170084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathroom-blonde-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6814986799372170084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/6814986799372170084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathroom-blonde-girl.html' title='THE BATHROOM BLONDE GIRL'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SuS99Ixo5JI/AAAAAAAAAxo/4QU6OyQ6q48/s72-c/Banshee_by_LilithVampiriozah%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-7626866444472066174</id><published>2009-10-25T01:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:24:31.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL'/><title type='text'>PARANORMAL BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As explained on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranormal"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Paranormal is a general term that describes unusual experiences that lack a scientific explanation or phenomena alleged to be outside of science's current ability to explain or measure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that´s exactly what I am going to approach on this blog... stories relating to paranormal phenomena like ghost stories, urban legends, poltergeist phenomenon, parapsychology, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was always fascinated by the inexplicable and unknown and kept reading and researching about the subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I decided to share with you all the cases and stories I found... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not here to say that they are the truth... if they are real or not I will let you judge by yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-7626866444472066174?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/7626866444472066174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7626866444472066174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/7626866444472066174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-blog.html' title='PARANORMAL BLOG'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-4438841041573775675</id><published>2009-10-24T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:10:07.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>A TRUE GHOST STORY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SpU1ggXV1MI/AAAAAAAAAus/qMGveRGvuyE/ghosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SpU1ggXV1MI/AAAAAAAAAus/qMGveRGvuyE/ghosts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It happened last month... I was in that point between asleep and awaken when I heard a noise in my room and through the sheets (I normally sleep all covered from top to toes) I saw a figure with the same silhouette of my brother close to my computer´s desk. At that moment I thought with myself: "He is probably looking for cigarettes... better show him where they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first move was to take the sheets away to wake up and show him where the cigarettes were. But the thing is when I put the sheets out there was nobody there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange but then I woke up and walked the house to see where he had gone. When going to his bedroom I saw he was there in deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I felt no ground under my feet cause my mother always said to me that my daddy (he died of a car accident one month before I be born) was exactly like this brother of mine if he was black, same body type, same face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn´t sleep anymore after that, it was about 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the morning came I commented the happening with my mother and she said that it must have been my daddy´s visit to see if everything was ok with me :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-4438841041573775675?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/4438841041573775675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-ghost-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/4438841041573775675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/4438841041573775675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-ghost-story.html' title='A TRUE GHOST STORY!!!'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F0a4UoX9Dvw/SpU1ggXV1MI/AAAAAAAAAus/qMGveRGvuyE/s72-c/ghosts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432287698506131748.post-8825893134538013350</id><published>2009-10-24T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:53:47.231-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLTERGEIST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOSTS'/><title type='text'>GHOSTS, SPIRITS AND DEMONS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This video might shock you, and may even scare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It´s not my intention here  to say everthing on it is real... judge for yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/deoJUBW9CI8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/deoJUBW9CI8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432287698506131748-8825893134538013350?l=supernaturalcases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/feeds/8825893134538013350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-spirits-and-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8825893134538013350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432287698506131748/posts/default/8825893134538013350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernaturalcases.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-spirits-and-demons.html' title='GHOSTS, SPIRITS AND DEMONS!!!'/><author><name>Deborah Katy Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109095536992900575295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HqrLtZE4A3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Vk-VZ76fRsw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
