Tuesday, July 15, 2008


Once upon a time...in a scarey land below...a award appeared, from a friend or foe...
A post I must make, to Thanks this ghostly friend.
I hope they know how much it made me grin.
Thanks to ...
of http://kimsprimsandwhimsies.blogspot.com/
Once an award is received, the rules are as follows:
Put the logo on your blog.Add a link to the person who awarded you.
Nominate at least seven other blogs.
Add links to those blogs on your blog.
Leave a message for your nominee on their blogs.

Emily of http://www.emilyfranz.blogspot.com/
Cathy of http://hazelruthes.blogspot.com/
Day of http://www.grimprim.com/
Christy of http://ccswhimsies.blogspot.com/
Lisa of http://wymzeeartsfriends.blogspot.com/
Candy of http://howlingmoonsblog.blogspot.com/
Dani of http://spookytimejingles.blogspot.com/

Congratulations to all my friends.....

Saturday, July 12, 2008



I have to tell you about the time I was going to stay for the summer with my Uncle Ben & Aunt Mae ...they had a quite little home on a hill in Reno, Nevada.
I would help my Aunt make breakfast for Uncle every morning...he ate the same Burned Bacon, Burned Toast and Black Coffee. Oh...it was awful....I could hardly stand to watch him eat it...I was only 9 at the time....Strange I thought...but that was my Uncle Ben !
But I so love to go visit them, My Aunt canning peaches, and made Chow Chow, and she love to make hats. She had this sun porch that Uncle would sometime nap in...if it was hot...as there was a nice breeze that would sweep thru the screens. I really did not like the creepy noises the old sun porch would make. So I hardly would go out there.
Now this was over 48 years ago and if I remember correctly ...they drove an old 56 Chevy. Uncle kept it so clean and shiny, and stored it in a barn like garage out back of the house.
One day my Aunt said we were going to clean out the garage, she thought there might be some nice fabric we could use to sew hats in all the old trunks stored out there.
It was dark and gloomy in that old garage. You could hear tiny noises, wind blowning thru the cracks. Very scarey place to a 9 year old.
But as my Aunt Mae opened the trunks , we all were surprised to see paints & brushes and rolled up canvas.
My eye opened so wide...I thought ...Oh my, I can paint, but my Aunt said maybe tomorrow... to late tonight.
All night I dreamed of painting, the brushes seem to float...in my hands, the canvas was almost alive.
Well the next morning , I hurried to the garage to get the brushes and paint supplies, my Uncle and Aunt stood there looking at something.... then they turned to me and said ...we told you not to paint last night. But I did not paint, I said.
Then I saw the canvas...it was just like in my dream, the color were the same. Had I painted this or had a ghost? I never went into the garage again.
But I do paint, or do I ?

by S. Caldwell 2008 ©


When I was six, Aunt Martha came to our house after spending two years in New Orleans. She has done some well-known researches on voodoo and evil paranormal influences in her life.
She even won an award or two for her efforts. She was on a two-month long vacation after finishing her thesis. Even before she came, mother and father used to discuss her strange beliefs and about what she had chosen to research and I got rather afraid of things they used to say about her.
My father said that she was strange, even as a child, and used to scream through the night and throw her books and playthings around for no apparent reason. Next day, my grandmother used to make her pick up her things and she always insisted that she was not the one to throw things and always blamed it all on her doll.
When she was around 10, she suddenly declared that she wanted to go and study in a boarding school. Just before she was leaving for the school, she said to my grandmother, “Mom, I know you never believed me or will ever believe me. But I never did anything wrong. It was my doll. I have thrown it in the river now but I am still afraid that she will seek vengeance on me fortrying to get rid of her. So, I am leaving.
If something happens to me, please believe me for once.” Then, she went off for school and since then, she has always found excuses to avoid coming back to visit. We still lived in the grandmother’s house and nothing had ever happened to us.
When she came, I was reluctant to talk to Aunt Martha but I soon found out that she was very sweet and nice. She brought many presents for me and she looked quite sane. Then, one night I brought up the topic of the scary doll and she suddenly grew pale. She told me that she still maintained that it was not she who threw the things but her evil doll. She had tried to lock it in the cabinet, throw it in the dustbin, cut it to pieces and even burn it, but it always managed to somehow come back on her dresser with an evil grin on her face, challenging her to get rid of it. It was the doll who used to throw things and even scream in her voice while she used to hide herself in the blanket and sob silently until someone came in to lash at her. I listened to her with a skeptic’s heart. Aunt Martha’s room was now being used as the family room and at the place, where her dresser was kept, was now the fireplace.
Aunt Martha was still thinking about her previous days and I was trying to decide whether to believe her or not when suddenly, I heard a loud piercing scream. I naturally looked at Aunt Martha, who was pale white, her lips pursed tightly together and two tears were about to roll from the corner of her eyes. She was staring at something. I looked where she was looking, when my eyes fell on an old rag doll with an evil grin on it's face....sitting on the fireplace, staring directly at Aunt Martha. She was definitely not there a moment before.
The very next day, Aunt Martha left, though she had promised to stay 20 more days. I never saw the doll again and I never want to. And Aunt Martha has never returned !
You never know if a child imagination has taken over or could it be true?

Wednesday, July 2, 2008


See something here on my blog with a price
They all are one-of-a-kinds
Is'nt that nice!
If you would like to buy it...
Better speak up and say...
By email or a comment...
That's the only way !
Once it gone...
That's All She Wrote !

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