Ash's Website of the Paranormal and Unexplained Welcome to my website. I am trying to make this like Fi's "So Weird" website. There is much to talk about! First...A little about me. My name is Ash, I live in Sunny South Carolina. Right now, we are getting ready for (dum dum dum) Hurrican Floyd. So, I might not be on that much until everything is set up again. I have 2 cats and I live with my mom. I'm 13 years old.
So, Ok, where should we start? Hauntings? Big Foot? Witches? Warlocks (a.k.a. Male Witches)? Dragons? Sirens? The list could go on and on! If you would like to e-mail me on any paranormal experiences you might have had, please e-mail them to me at DruLuv309@aol.com or at my other screen name, Salem8582@aol.com.
You wanna know my weirdest experience? Ok, here it goes:
A couple days ago, I was walking with my friend Andrea (I call her D) around the horse-shoe shaped drive that we live on. D was telling me a lot of weird stories about hauntings in our neighborhood. The first one she told me was about the woods across the street, where my friend Alicia and Evan live. Those woods are said to be haunted with the poor, old man who died when a pack of wild, black wolves attacked him. Then, as we neared the heavily wooded part of the horse-shoe, she started to tell me about this little boy who died about 20 years ago from someone poisoning him on Halloween. His name was Jason. He had dark brown hair and was very pale. He was last seen on last Halloween. He is said to come out when little children knock on his door. He looks at them and starts to cry. Then he says "How come you didn't come to my house on Halloween?" and then he pushes them down the steps. Then, as we neared the really heavily wooded area she started to tell me about this tomb that was in the split of my friend Danielle's house. I of course, wanted to go see the tomb. So we found the little split in the woods and we went in. We walked down the little split and there it was...2 cement tombs and a tiny metal house. There was a fence around it and it had barbed wire curling. We walked up closer to it and there was an engraving on the head stones. I don't exactly know what it said. The next thing I knew, something wanted to get out of the tiny metal house. Something was pounding on the door so hard that it almost broke the lock. D and I ran of course; we didn't want to see what was inside.
Well, that's all I can say for now. My mother and I have to go prep for (dum dum dum) Hurrican Floyd. Have a nice day!
Until then...Sweet Nightmares Everyone.
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