Ghost Monk.

This picture was taken in a cathedral in Belgium by my friend Joe. If you look, you'll see the figure of a man man wearing what appears to be a dark robe... Only his face is through. 

I asked Joe if he remember the figure being there when he took the photo. He said, "I don't remember him being there... I would have usually waited to let someone pass before trying to take that photo. I also have a picture a few seconds later and the figure is not to be seen. Most of the others in that photo are still there. It really freaked me out when I saw it the first time. I definitely felt a presence in that church, which doesn't happen often..."

Thank you for sharing, Joe!

Mr. Gordy

Roadside Graveyard...

I love cemeteries. I'm creepy, I know. These photos were taken at a rest area somewhere in Missouri. I've noticed a lot of graveyards on the side of the interstates while driving through the Midwest... like just out in the middle of no where! I'm not sure why they're there... maybe there were once towns that existed at and some point, and were eventually abandoned... and then highways were built? I don't know, but the mystery intrigues me. Creeptastic.

Haunted Molly.

Haunted Molly sits.

Haunted Molly stands.

Haunted Molly lies down.

Ghost Hand

This is a photo was taken at North Gwinnett High School, in Suwanee, Georgia. It was during a dance recital in the school's theater. Backstage there are a two or tree dressing rooms all full of costumes. Cothing, hats, wigs, shoes, everything. Most of it from thrift stores, yard sales and donations.

It isn't uncommon for objects to be haunted. Spirits will sometimes attach themselves to various possessions from their life that held sentimental value to them. This picture shows a student of mine playing around with an old wedding dress. If you look in the right hand coroner of the picture, you can see what appears to be a ghostly female hand reaching for the dress.

When this picture was taken, the only other person in the dressing room, besides the young girl in the photo, was me... and I took the picture.

So what do you think? A reflection, a glitch in the film? Either way, it's very strange. But quite cool, if you ask me.

Happy Easter!

Facless Fred

This is called 'The Speakeasy'. It's a restaurant in the middle of miles and miles of corn fields in Holdrege, Nebraska. I mean it when I say this place is in the middle of nowhere.

So Fred was a farmer, naturally.  And apparently he was super hot. And he was big time ladies man. He was also married.


One day, Fred's wife got fed up with his all of his all his unfaithful acts. She killed him. And she cut his face off. It's hard to get ladies without a face, isn't it? I wonder what else she cut off...?

Anyhow, she dumped his body in a well. Later, an eating and drinking establishment was erected over the site... the grave  "Faceless Fred".


Supposedly, Fred is still around. Haunting the place and harassing the female employees and customers. Supposedly.


I went to the Speakeasy while I was in Nebraska visiting relatives. The onion rings were... well, to die for. And the ghost? I didn't feel anything. The staff let me go into the basement where faceless Fred body supposedly is and get some pictures. Other than a bunch of dust and boxes, there wasn't anything or anyone down there.


But it's a cool story, and a great way to get customers in.

The end.

Busby's Chair

Probably my favorite ghost story of all time.

In a nut shell...

Thomas Busby was a trouble maker and a dunk. Supposedly. And he had a favorite chair. In a pub... located inside an Inn In North Yorkshire, England.

Busby got into a heated argument one day with a man named, Daniel Auty, and apparently murdered him... with a hammer. Yikes.

A few days later, after authorities located Auty's remains, they went into the pub, to find Busby sitting in his chair, drunk, like always. They arrested him, took him across the street, and hung him. Tough break.

So here's the good part, as he was being dragged out of the Inn, kicking and screaming, Busby shouted to onlookers that anyone who sat in his chair would die a horrible death.

And no joke, everyone who has ever sat in Busby's chair died shortly after. I when I say shortly, I mean within minutes or hours and in the strangest ways! Look them up if you don't believe me.

Eventually it became such a issue that the chair was removed from the Inn (which is now known as the  the Busby Stoop Inn) and nailed up high on the wall of the Thirsk Museum in North Yorkshire. No one has sat in the "haunted" chair since. Thus, no more mysterious and untimely deaths. For the most part.

I consider myself a person who does not scare easily when the paranormal is concerned. But Busby's Chair really gives me the heebee jeebees. I'm not even sure if I'd want to be in the same room as it, and I most certainly wouldn't sit in it.