My Haunting


I have chosen a few things to do from the ” Ghost To Do List” in the hope that I will come back as a Ghost and at last be considered  ‘truly haunting ‘ as opposed to ‘ a bloody nightmare’.

As you will see, I have put a lot of thought into the three from the list that I have chosen:


I will do #3   and mess with EMF meters with all enthusiasm of a Black Friday Shopper. I have watched hours of youtube Black Friday news clips.

I have studies.  I have learned. I have absorbed.

Fear me.

I will do #7 because I happen to be very artistic. Ok. No I’m not. I can’t even draw stick figures. I’m not sure but I think there’s a law somewhere forbidding me from ever touching at supplies under any circumstances in any country for the next two thousand years. Yes. I am that bad. I have made all three of my art teachers and a Blue Scout Troop leader cry.

My handcrafted orbs will take freaky art to a new plane of existence, which is very fitting under these circumstances.

I will do #5 because all I’m going to say is, ” Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now ” and I will drive people insane. It will be AWESOME. I wonder if they will bark like dogs or turn into cannibals- but in a weird twist start to eat their own body parts- lady fingers, lady fingers,  yum yum yum.

My haunting will be fun and amusing and Exorcism Proof. I intend, as you can see to be fully prepared.

See you after Midnight.

I promise.


So Many Ghosts, So Little Time

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Last November I went on a three day trip to Victoria BC to drink tea and learn some new ghost stories by way of a tour called Ghostly Walks

What could make the entire, somewhat extravagant experience even more exciting?

It was a walking tour that you took at night PLUS it was starting to rain – just a little and there was a chill to the air.

It was one of the most DELCIOUS trips I have ever been on- the stories I heard made it that way.

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From: Ghostly Walks Tour

I learned a story about a gruesome murder that involved a botched execution.

This is the dock they dragged the accused- and soon to be convicted Joseph Nuana  down and to the steamship that would take him to Port Townsend, Washington to face trial.

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I learned about a man who once worked as a banker and went on to become a great poet.

Robert Service stumbled over dead bodies laid out on the floor in a dark make shift morgue and I saw the place where his ghost lives  now.

So to speak.

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I went to a courtyard where executions used to take place.

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I walked through a dark alley where once upon a time someone fell down a well and died a horrible death, so horrible that someone felt the need to beautify the sight:

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I even learned a story about a ghost who haunts a chocolate shop. Don’t worry about this ghost- it’s a child and he’s missing some fingers. That’s not so scary, is it?

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I saw the place where a graveyard was horribly desecrated and heard the story about how the angry spirits exacted revenge – over and over again.

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I stayed at a grand hotel that has a few ghosts of it’s own- one is a kindly old woman who knocks on your door and asks for help getting back to a room that doesn’t exist anymore and there is  shadow of a man who hung himself trapped against the ceiling on  top floor.

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Not many people would spend the money or the time to go and learn some ghost stories. Who would do something like that?

Me, that’s who.

I would.

And I’ll be doing it again very soon.

Here’s a little hint on the direction I’ll be going:

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See you soon.


It Follows

My Grandfather

My Grandfathers


My Grandfathers didn’t really know each other.

One lived in Seattle, the other in Honokaa, Hawaii.

When I was about 7 they were both in Washington at the same time- and though they didn’t meet up they both told me a story.

My Grandfather Bert’s story took place in Seattle, my Grandfather Cypriano’s version in Hawaii.

In the story they stopped at the side of the road to help a woman- she flagged them down if I remember it right.

My Grandfather Cypriano was pretty clear- the woman was a ghost- a bad one. And he drove off.

My Grandfather Bert, didn’t drive off. He had some sort of conversation with her and it did not go well. I was under the impression she had scared him pretty bad.

They both told me at the end of the story to never stop for this woman- ever. Don’t even talk to her they said.

So this brings me to now


My Neighbor and A Murder of Crows.


I noticed her for the first time two years ago when I had just got my puppy Hamish and  had started walking him everyday because a smart Labrador Pup with too much time on his paws is not a good combination in one  small creature who will grow to be a big dog.

On the day we saw her, were walking up the hill when five or six crows settled down on the fences and wires and some were in the trees. The entire time they were flying in and setting down they were in a rage and at first I thought there may have been an injured one or even a baby crow on the ground but as far as I could see there was nothing.

They were ignoring me and Hamish, they were much interested in what was coming towards us.

She was tiny and petite and blond- she was wearing headphones and jogging- her hair was caught behind her head in a pony tail. I don’t see a lot of joggers in my neighborhood, but the ones who do come through aren’t covered by a cloud of crows dive bombing them each step of the way.

Hamish was about 12 weeks old at the time, so I kept him walking because he was in his jumping up phase  and when she jogged by us she smiled at me and Hamish ran behind my leg and hid.

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso

It been over two years since me and Hamish saw The Jogger and The Murder of Crows- we always know when she’s coming because the crows fly ahead of her. Me and Hamish stay on the other side of the street from her and she ignores us, but Hamish always raises his hackles at her and he doesn’t even seem to notice all of the crows which is some trick because there are easily over two dozen of them cawing their lungs out and buzzing around her.

To be honest, the sight of that is disturbing but I’m glad the crows are there.


At the beginning of last  fall me and Luis were walking Hamish when the Jogger came right by us and the crows were there too- of course.  I know Hamish doesn’t like her so I was worried he’d growl or bark. So I was going to move him to my left and just as I did she did she was right next to Luis and Hamish jumped up and pushed Luis away from her.

There were about five crows that had set down on the fence and when they saw Hamish do that, they took off after the jogger and buzzed her – they were literally in her face. They were furious. I had never seen them that angry in two years.

So you might be wondering what the Jogger does when the crows are swarming her- not a thing. She doesn’t wave her arms around or yell ‘shoo’ or anything. She just has a creepy smile on her face. She keeps on jogging.

So what do we think?

Are these events connected?

I think so.

That’s why I’ve never said a word to her- ever.

It seems like a good idea not to.


Interesting Reading: Crows on Campus– I’ve seen them here and it’s quite a sight when they come in to roost for the night.


Daily Post Prompt: Unseen