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Book Release: The Darkest Art: Book 2 in The Accidental Witch Series

by on Oct.12, 2018, under From the Web

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The Accidental Witch was a bestseller on Amazon for three weeks in a row.  Now the sequel, The Darkest Art, comes out today!  This book is second in this trilogy of black magic and dark spirits.  Come join Phaedra Black as she dispels the demons lurking in the swamps of 
Alabama.
Phaedra Black is having a rough year. Her marriage fell apart, she lost her license to practice clinical psychology, and she was fired from her job at the hospital in her home town of Dismal, Alabama. But those are the easy problems. Phae is also a witch, one with a prophesy hanging over head. A prophesy that claims her as the Phoenix, the most powerful magical force in the world. And the most destructive.

Phae only trusts two people—her best friend Diane and her boyfriend Frederick Navarre. Diane is an oracle, when she’s not working twelve-hour shifts at the hospital. Fred is a warlock and Phae’s touchstone and teacher. Without him, Phae feels completely lost. The trouble comes when Fred leaves to go on some unknown quest. He doesn’t tell her anything except to avoid magic at all costs. Easier said than done. Phae’s new job as a counselor at a methadone clinic is exhausting, pointless, and pays peanuts. Her boss and co-workers are miserable, rude, self-centered people who should be in rehab themselves instead of helping addicts, and her beautifully restored plantation house, the Black Magnolia, put her in the red. With her bills piling up, Phae is at her wits end. Not even Diane, who’s moved in with her, can help. She has no choice but to use her magic, sparking a chain of events that takes her down a road of no return. Her power begins seeping out into the world and no matter what she does, she can’t control it. When she gives her boorish boss a tail and turns the condescending clinic doctor into a tin of coffee, Phae realizes the immense force she has inside her will continue to grow and leave a trail of doom behind her. Worst of all she finds out that The Guild of Witches wants her dead and it has nothing to do with not paying her annual dues. In desperation, Phae turns to an ancient demon who promises to help her. She accepts, but his assistance comes with a steep price and consequences bigger and more catastrophic than Phae could ever imagine. With no choice left to her, Phae has to undo what she’s unwittingly set in motion, or she could lose everything and everyone she loves.

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The Real Monsters: The Coffee Story

by on Oct.09, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

My life is mired in darkness of one kind or another.  I write horror novels and ghost stories.  I decorate for Halloween.  I collect skulls.  But at the end of the day this all seems light and airy compared to my day job.  I am a counselor during the day and I specialize in rape and sexual abuse.  For me, horror stories and ghosts are a jaunt into the lighter more magical side of life.  I recently advocated for a young woman who went to court after a rape.  The guy got off.  Not only did the guy get off but the defense attorney had the jury so mad at the victim that one of them, a Mr. Wilson started emailing her and telling her what a bad person she was.  She fell apart, of course, and she gave me permission to talk to him on her behalf.   She couldn’t handle his telling her she was a liar and a monster.  She was already falling apart. This just made it worse.  So I  conversed with him via email.  We fought over the facts for a long time and he still saw her as a monster.  The juror was convinced he rapist was a nice guy.  He was so convincing on the stand.  She had fallen apart after the rape and the defense had made her look like a freak because her PTSD symptoms were terrible.  She was obviously a monster conspiring to destroy him because he wouldn’t love her.  

I couldn’t get him to relent until I told the story below.  Suddenly, everything made sense to him.  He saw that she was the victim.  He stopped yelling about her being a monster.  It is funny that the only way people understand that rape is wrong is if they image sex is coffee.  Here is the story that made him understand the victim:
I want you to imagine for a moment that you are young and single.  You have had a hard time dating and meeting the girl of your dreams.  You haven’t been with a woman in a while and you are lonely and  you crave a woman’s touch.  Imagine that a beautiful woman who embodies everything you want comes up to you and asks you over to her house for coffee.  You emphatically agree and hope that her invitation might include more than coffee.  You hope it might include sex and romance.  The day comes for the coffee and you enter home filled with hope, perhaps this hope is unrealistic.  This woman is a ten and out of your league, but the hope remains.  She starts making the coffee and you again agree that you definitely want coffee.  You love coffee.  You tell her you want nothing more than to try her coffee.  She smiles and brings the entire pot of coffee over and hands it to you.  For a minute you hesitate, but you drink because you want her.  It is boiling hot, so hot that it burns your throat.  You put the pot down.  You tell her it is hot.  She laughs and tells you to man up grabs the pot and begins pouring the boiling hot liquid down your throat.  You fight and yell but she is much stronger than she appears and much stronger than you.  You throat is burning.  You have never been in so much pain.  You didn’t even know pain like this existed.  You beg her to stop but she keeps pouring until the entire pot of scalding hot liquid has been emptied into your throat.  When she is done, she kicks you out.
You are stunned, embarrassed, humiliated.  You don’t know what happened.  You are bleeding.  There is blood everywhere.  You text a friend to help you.  You look in the mirror.  Your face is covered in blisters.  Your neck is burnt.  Your friend comes and convinces you to go to the hospital.  You go. The doctor is shocked by the damage this woman has done to you.  You need surgery.  You need skin grafts.   The police come.  They talk to you.  Apparently this is this woman’s thing. She invites men over and burns them.  She loves it.  They have seen at least a dozen men come into the hospital like this and they push you to press assault charges.  You agree.  Everyone seems to be on your side. Other victims come and talk to you and thank you for being braver than they were.  They couldn’t face the beautiful woman again, even in court.  They were embarrassed that they were so easily overpowered by a woman and that they were stupid enough to agree to go to her house for coffee.  They didn’t want anyone to know. Their shame was overwhelming.  The police tell you that you are brave and that you are going to be the one who stops this woman from doing this to other men.  You believe them.  You believe that there will be

justice for the agony you have suffered.

Finally, you have your day in court.  Over the past year while you waited for court, you fell apart.  You can’t taste anymore because your taste buds were so badly damaged.  You can’t swallow.  You have scars that are visible and others mock you in public.  Your behavior has changed.  You have PTSD. You can’t sleep.  You became addicted to pain pills because you took them for your burns. You get to court.  You are put on stand. The questions come.  You admit on stand that you told this beautiful woman you wanted coffee.  You admit that she was beautiful and you dreamed of having sex with her and falling in love with her and spending a life with her.  You admit that you were a fool and that when she asked if you wanted coffee, you said please give me coffee.  I want coffee.  You are torn apart by the attorneys.  The attorneys say, “ You wanted that coffee.  How can you complain now?  Why would the police push you to press charges?  Clearly this is a vast conspiracy?  What kind of jerk would go over to a nice girl’s home for coffee and ask for coffee and then try to ruin her life after he got coffee?  What kind of police would try to ruin this beautiful woman’s life. She is so sweet.  So beautiful. Look at you.  You  are a drug addict who conspired with your friend and the police to ruin this beautiful woman because she wouldn’t give you what you wanted.”
  You are now made the monster.  No other victims are brave enough to stand beside you.  You are alone on the stand with your scars. You’ll never swallow right again but that doesn’t matter.  Your face will never be the same.  Your scars are long and ugly but you asked for that coffee so you are the monster.

I watch the news.  People yell and wonder why women don’t go to the police after a rape.  Why don’t they press charges?  This is why.  Even when they do, they are humiliated and degraded on the stand and attacked after the court case and the only way the jury will understand rape is if you explain it like coffee.

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The Real Monsters: The Coffee Story

by on Oct.09, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

My life is mired in darkness of one kind or another.  I write horror novels and ghost stories.  I decorate for Halloween.  I collect skulls.  But at the end of the day this all seems light and airy compared to my day job.  I am a counselor during the day and I specialize in rape and sexual abuse.  For me, horror stories and ghosts are a jaunt into the lighter more magical side of life.  I recently advocated for a young woman who went to court after a rape.  The guy got off.  Not only did the guy get off but the defense attorney had the jury so mad at the victim that one of them, a Mr. Wilson started emailing her and telling her what a bad person she was.  She fell apart, of course, and she gave me permission to talk to him on her behalf.   She couldn’t handle his telling her she was a liar and a monster.  She was already falling apart. This just made it worse.  So I  conversed with him via email.  We fought over the facts for a long time and he still saw her as a monster.  The juror was convinced he rapist was a nice guy.  He was so convincing on the stand.  She had fallen apart after the rape and the defense had made her look like a freak because her PTSD symptoms were terrible.  She was obviously a monster conspiring to destroy him because he wouldn’t love her.  

I couldn’t get him to relent until I told the story below.  Suddenly, everything made sense to him.  He saw that she was the victim.  He stopped yelling about her being a monster.  It is funny that the only way people understand that rape is wrong is if they image sex is coffee.  Here is the story that made him understand the victim:
I want you to imagine for a moment that you are young and single.  You have had a hard time dating and meeting the girl of your dreams.  You haven’t been with a woman in a while and you are lonely and  you crave a woman’s touch.  Imagine that a beautiful woman who embodies everything you want comes up to you and asks you over to her house for coffee.  You emphatically agree and hope that her invitation might include more than coffee.  You hope it might include sex and romance.  The day comes for the coffee and you enter home filled with hope, perhaps this hope is unrealistic.  This woman is a ten and out of your league, but the hope remains.  She starts making the coffee and you again agree that you definitely want coffee.  You love coffee.  You tell her you want nothing more than to try her coffee.  She smiles and brings the entire pot of coffee over and hands it to you.  For a minute you hesitate, but you drink because you want her.  It is boiling hot, so hot that it burns your throat.  You put the pot down.  You tell her it is hot.  She laughs and tells you to man up grabs the pot and begins pouring the boiling hot liquid down your throat.  You fight and yell but she is much stronger than she appears and much stronger than you.  You throat is burning.  You have never been in so much pain.  You didn’t even know pain like this existed.  You beg her to stop but she keeps pouring until the entire pot of scalding hot liquid has been emptied into your throat.  When she is done, she kicks you out.
You are stunned, embarrassed, humiliated.  You don’t know what happened.  You are bleeding.  There is blood everywhere.  You text a friend to help you.  You look in the mirror.  Your face is covered in blisters.  Your neck is burnt.  Your friend comes and convinces you to go to the hospital.  You go. The doctor is shocked by the damage this woman has done to you.  You need surgery.  You need skin grafts.   The police come.  They talk to you.  Apparently this is this woman’s thing. She invites men over and burns them.  She loves it.  They have seen at least a dozen men come into the hospital like this and they push you to press assault charges.  You agree.  Everyone seems to be on your side. Other victims come and talk to you and thank you for being braver than they were.  They couldn’t face the beautiful woman again, even in court.  They were embarrassed that they were so easily overpowered by a woman and that they were stupid enough to agree to go to her house for coffee.  They didn’t want anyone to know. Their shame was overwhelming.  The police tell you that you are brave and that you are going to be the one who stops this woman from doing this to other men.  You believe them.  You believe that there will be

justice for the agony you have suffered.

Finally, you have your day in court.  Over the past year while you waited for court, you fell apart.  You can’t taste anymore because your taste buds were so badly damaged.  You can’t swallow.  You have scars that are visible and others mock you in public.  Your behavior has changed.  You have PTSD. You can’t sleep.  You became addicted to pain pills because you took them for your burns. You get to court.  You are put on stand. The questions come.  You admit on stand that you told this beautiful woman you wanted coffee.  You admit that she was beautiful and you dreamed of having sex with her and falling in love with her and spending a life with her.  You admit that you were a fool and that when she asked if you wanted coffee, you said please give me coffee.  I want coffee.  You are torn apart by the attorneys.  The attorneys say, “ You wanted that coffee.  How can you complain now?  Why would the police push you to press charges?  Clearly this is a vast conspiracy?  What kind of jerk would go over to a nice girl’s home for coffee and ask for coffee and then try to ruin her life after he got coffee?  What kind of police would try to ruin this beautiful woman’s life. She is so sweet.  So beautiful. Look at you.  You  are a drug addict who conspired with your friend and the police to ruin this beautiful woman because she wouldn’t give you what you wanted.”
  You are now made the monster.  No other victims are brave enough to stand beside you.  You are alone on the stand with your scars. You’ll never swallow right again but that doesn’t matter.  Your face will never be the same.  Your scars are long and ugly but you asked for that coffee so you are the monster.

I watch the news.  People yell and wonder why women don’t go to the police after a rape.  Why don’t they press charges?  This is why.  Even when they do, they are humiliated and degraded on the stand and attacked after the court case and the only way the jury will understand rape is if you explain it like coffee.

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The Real Monsters: The Rape Victim’s Coffee Story

by on Oct.09, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

My life is mired in darkness of one kind or another.  I write horror novels and ghost stories.  I decorate for Halloween.  I collect skulls.  But at the end of the day this all seems light and airy compared to my day job.  I am a counselor during the day and I specialize in rape and sexual abuse.  For me, horror stories and ghosts are a jaunt into the lighter more magical side of life.  I recently advocated for a young woman who went to court after a rape.  The guy got off.  Not only did the guy get off but the defense attorney had the jury so mad at the victim that one of them, a Mr. Wilson started emailing her and telling her what a bad person she was.  She fell apart, of course, and she gave me permission to talk to him on her behalf.   She couldn’t handle his telling her she was a liar and a monster.  She was already falling apart. This just made it worse.  So I  conversed with him via email.  We fought over the facts for a long time and he still saw her as a monster.  The juror was convinced he rapist was a nice guy.  He was so convincing on the stand.  She had fallen apart after the rape and the defense had made her look like a freak because her PTSD symptoms were terrible.  She was obviously a monster conspiring to destroy him because he wouldn’t love her.  

I couldn’t get him to relent until I told the story below.  Suddenly, everything made sense to him.  He saw that she was the victim.  He stopped yelling about her being a monster.  It is funny that the only way people understand that rape is wrong is if they image sex is coffee.  Here is the story that made him understand the victim:
I want you to imagine for a moment that you are young and single.  You have had a hard time dating and meeting the girl of your dreams.  You haven’t been with a woman in a while and you are lonely and  you crave a woman’s touch.  Imagine that a beautiful woman who embodies everything you want comes up to you and asks you over to her house for coffee.  You emphatically agree and hope that her invitation might include more than coffee.  You hope it might include sex and romance.  The day comes for the coffee and you enter home filled with hope, perhaps this hope is unrealistic.  This woman is a ten and out of your league, but the hope remains.  She starts making the coffee and you again agree that you definitely want coffee.  You love coffee.  You tell her you want nothing more than to try her coffee.  She smiles and brings the entire pot of coffee over and hands it to you.  For a minute you hesitate, but you drink because you want her.  It is boiling hot, so hot that it burns your throat.  You put the pot down.  You tell her it is hot.  She laughs and tells you to man up grabs the pot and begins pouring the boiling hot liquid down your throat.  You fight and yell but she is much stronger than she appears and much stronger than you.  You throat is burning.  You have never been in so much pain.  You didn’t even know pain like this existed.  You beg her to stop but she keeps pouring until the entire pot of scalding hot liquid has been emptied into your throat.  When she is done, she kicks you out.
You are stunned, embarrassed, humiliated.  You don’t know what happened.  You are bleeding.  There is blood everywhere.  You text a friend to help you.  You look in the mirror.  Your face is covered in blisters.  Your neck is burnt.  Your friend comes and convinces you to go to the hospital.  You go. The doctor is shocked by the damage this woman has done to you.  You need surgery.  You need skin grafts.   The police come.  They talk to you.  Apparently this is this woman’s thing. She invites men over and burns them.  She loves it.  They have seen at least a dozen men come into the hospital like this and they push you to press assault charges.  You agree.  Everyone seems to be on your side. Other victims come and talk to you and thank you for being braver than they were.  They couldn’t face the beautiful woman again, even in court.  They were embarrassed that they were so easily overpowered by a woman and that they were stupid enough to agree to go to her house for coffee.  They didn’t want anyone to know. Their shame was overwhelming.  The police tell you that you are brave and that you are going to be the one who stops this woman from doing this to other men.  You believe them.  You believe that there will be

justice for the agony you have suffered.

Finally, you have your day in court.  Over the past year while you waited for court, you fell apart.  You can’t taste anymore because your taste buds were so badly damaged.  You can’t swallow.  You have scars that are visible and others mock you in public.  Your behavior has changed.  You have PTSD. You can’t sleep.  You became addicted to pain pills because you took them for your burns. You get to court.  You are put on stand. The questions come.  You admit on stand that you told this beautiful woman you wanted coffee.  You admit that she was beautiful and you dreamed of having sex with her and falling in love with her and spending a life with her.  You admit that you were a fool and that when she asked if you wanted coffee, you said please give me coffee.  I want coffee.  You are torn apart by the attorneys.  The attorneys say, “ You wanted that coffee.  How can you complain now?  Why would the police push you to press charges?  Clearly this is a vast conspiracy?  What kind of jerk would go over to a nice girl’s home for coffee and ask for coffee and then try to ruin her life after he got coffee?  What kind of police would try to ruin this beautiful woman’s life. She is so sweet.  So beautiful. Look at you.  You  are a drug addict who conspired with your friend and the police to ruin this beautiful woman because she wouldn’t give you what you wanted.”
  You are now made the monster.  No other victims are brave enough to stand beside you.  You are alone on the stand with your scars. You’ll never swallow right again but that doesn’t matter.  Your face will never be the same.  Your scars are long and ugly but you asked for that coffee so you are the monster.

I watch the news.  People yell and wonder why women don’t go to the police after a rape.  Why don’t they press charges?  This is why.  Even when they do, they are humiliated and degraded on the stand and attacked after the court case and the only way the jury will understand rape is if you explain it like coffee.

Follow Up:  The juror who was harassing the rape victim resumed harassing her and wrote me to tell me I was “fucking crazy” so the coffee didn’t work either.

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New Book Release: Jane of Air

by on Oct.08, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

My new YA  has just come out!  This YA horror novel is a blend of the dark, horror of HP Lovecraft and the classic gothic, romance Jane Eyre.  To Celebrate, I will be giving away a $25 amazon gift card to the person who can comment below with their favorite Lovecraft story or favorite character in Jane Eyre.  I will give the card away to the best response!  Good Luck!

BUY YOUR COPY OF JANE OF AIR TODAY!
https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Air-Book-Tattooed-Girl-ebook/dp/B07H73KC8Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1538940256&sr=8-1&keywords=Jane+of+Air

Jane Marsh has spent her entire life hiding. Hiding under bulky clothing. Hiding behind glasses. Hiding behind books. Abandoned at a hospital emergency room at the age of four with her name written on her forehead in black Sharpie and a mysterious tattoo of a door on her back, Jane grew up in foster care in the small town of Gateshead, Massachusetts. She learned early on that keeping her head down and pretending to be normal was the only way to survive. 

Now, at the age of sixteen, Jane is looking forward to a fresh start. Hard work and many late study nights earned her early graduation from high school and a full scholarship to a small, but prestigious college in Huntington, Virginia. Even better, her best friend Helen—her only friend actually—is going too. Older by two years, the beautiful and off-beat Helen is the only person from high school who broke through Jane’s shyness and made her feel accepted. As the two girls embark on their new adventure, Jane is feeling hopeful about her future. But with limited resources and no family to help her, Jane takes a job as a live-in companion to a wealthy old woman who lives near the college. She grows to care for the elderly Miss Adele and the kindly housekeeper, Mrs. Fairfax. Jane also falls in love with her new home, the magnificent Thornfield Hall, even though everyone, including Helen, says it’s haunted. Helen begs Jane to leave and move in with her and her boyfriend in town, but Jane refuses. Jane feels at home at Thornfield and its massive library. For a book nerd like Jane, Thornfield is like her very own Gryffindor House.

When Adele’s grandson, Edward Rochester comes home for a visit from Yale, Jane can’t help but be drawn to the brooding, good-looking young man. As tentative friendship blooms between them, Jane believes that maybe, just maybe, she can have a normal life. Maybe even a boyfriend. But then one night Jane begins to hear ghostly whispers that lure her into the dark corners of Thornfield. Wicked whispers about Edward and his past. As the ghosts continue to haunt Jane, her tattoo begins to transform and spread across her back. Soon, Jane fears that Helen was right, something evil does lurk at Thornfield. But is the evil in Edward or in Thornfield itself?

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New Book Release: Jane of Air

by on Oct.08, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

My new YA  has just come out!  This YA horror novel is a blend of the dark, horror of HP Lovecraft and the classic gothic, romance Jane Eyre.  To Celebrate, I will be giving away a $25 amazon gift card to the person who can comment below with their favorite Lovecraft story or favorite character in Jane Eyre.  I will give the card away to the best response!  Good Luck!

BUY YOUR COPY OF JANE OF AIR TODAY!
https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Air-Book-Tattooed-Girl-ebook/dp/B07H73KC8Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1538940256&sr=8-1&keywords=Jane+of+Air

Jane Marsh has spent her entire life hiding. Hiding under bulky clothing. Hiding behind glasses. Hiding behind books. Abandoned at a hospital emergency room at the age of four with her name written on her forehead in black Sharpie and a mysterious tattoo of a door on her back, Jane grew up in foster care in the small town of Gateshead, Massachusetts. She learned early on that keeping her head down and pretending to be normal was the only way to survive. 

Now, at the age of sixteen, Jane is looking forward to a fresh start. Hard work and many late study nights earned her early graduation from high school and a full scholarship to a small, but prestigious college in Huntington, Virginia. Even better, her best friend Helen—her only friend actually—is going too. Older by two years, the beautiful and off-beat Helen is the only person from high school who broke through Jane’s shyness and made her feel accepted. As the two girls embark on their new adventure, Jane is feeling hopeful about her future. But with limited resources and no family to help her, Jane takes a job as a live-in companion to a wealthy old woman who lives near the college. She grows to care for the elderly Miss Adele and the kindly housekeeper, Mrs. Fairfax. Jane also falls in love with her new home, the magnificent Thornfield Hall, even though everyone, including Helen, says it’s haunted. Helen begs Jane to leave and move in with her and her boyfriend in town, but Jane refuses. Jane feels at home at Thornfield and its massive library. For a book nerd like Jane, Thornfield is like her very own Gryffindor House.

When Adele’s grandson, Edward Rochester comes home for a visit from Yale, Jane can’t help but be drawn to the brooding, good-looking young man. As tentative friendship blooms between them, Jane believes that maybe, just maybe, she can have a normal life. Maybe even a boyfriend. But then one night Jane begins to hear ghostly whispers that lure her into the dark corners of Thornfield. Wicked whispers about Edward and his past. As the ghosts continue to haunt Jane, her tattoo begins to transform and spread across her back. Soon, Jane fears that Helen was right, something evil does lurk at Thornfield. But is the evil in Edward or in Thornfield itself?

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Buying Souls for the Great Lord Cthulhu: Instagram Scammer Sells His Soul

by on Oct.07, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

The worst truth in this life is that the true monsters don’t live in horror movies or paranormal novels.  They live in reality.  Most of the time they look nice and they often come in the guise of temptation.  Some of the biggest monsters today are internet scammers and this year alone Romance internet scammers have been able to take over 15,000 people for a net total of $230 million dollars.  They come to us like lovers when we are lonely and they take you for everything you’ve got.  So I decided to have a little fun with the most recent scammer to try to play with me and see if I could get him to give me his eternal soul.  
Like many women these days, I have noticed a significant increase in  men sending me love letters and pictures of their genitals.  The love letters usually start on social media and the men tell me I am the one for them.  They have been following me on facebook, twitter, Instagram, whatever and they love everything about me.  I am beautiful.  I am unlike anything they have seen before.  For a long time I just deleted these obvious scams, but lately I have been playing a little game.  I call it Buying Souls for Cthulhu.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with the work of the brilliant horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft, he was one of the most influential horror writers in history.  His work has inspired Clive Barker, Stephen King, Guillermo Del Toro and countless others.  His most famous creation was the elder god, Cthulhu.  Merely looking upon this sleeping god could drive you insane.  He has a cult, of course, and he loves devouring souls.  I thought I would help him a little by collecting a few souls for him and making myself laugh.
So I got this lovely scammer, evansphilip060, on Instagram.  He is a personal trainer who is covered with tattoos and has a beautiful body but seems to periodically forget he has tattoos. He forgets what he looks like and where he is from, but he sure adores me.   His English is terrible but he is from Georgia and he just needs $20,000- $100,000 to build his dream gym station in Atlanta and then we can finally be together and consummate our love. After playing a long for a week, I finally agreed to fund Mr. Philips gym on the condition that he join my church. The Church of the Golden Dawn (A reference to the Order of the Golden Dawn).  He very quickly agreed to give his soul to my god if I could help him with his finances.  He also asked if I could give him some money on an iTunes card because his phone wasn’t working. He sent me the picture to the left to prove to me that he went in the woods at night and said words giving his eternal soul to the great lord Cthulhu.  After he sent me the picture, I confronted him and asked him why he does this.  He was steadfast in his insistence that he was not a scammer but his broken English only made it more clear that he was a scammer. The conversation that follows is below. 

I must admit.  I had far too much fun with this and am overjoyed that Mr. Phillips loved me enough to pledge his eternal soul to the cult of Cthulhu for me.  La! La! Chtulhu Fhtagn!  Long live Cthulhu and shame on all these scammers that work so hard to con lonely women out of money.  The worst part isn’t even the money.  They break the women’s hearts so I am happy to give all their hearts to Cthulhu.  He will know what to do with them.  

The truth, however, is that after I did significant online research, I found that these men have been able to con women out of hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Some women have lost everything.  These cons are very common and they are quite cruel, so if someone tells you they are falling for you online, be careful.  Never send anyone you have never met money.  Do a reverse image search on the images used in their account and make sure the images match the names that come up.  The internet is full of scammers.  Be careful with your heart and your money.  
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/romance-scams-online-fbi-facebook_n_59414c67e4b0d318548666f9
https://www.pri.org/stories/2017-01-12/victims-online-romance-scams-theres-place-you-can-go-help

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Buying Souls for the Great Lord Cthulhu: Instagram Scammer Sells His Soul

by on Oct.07, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Stories and Haunted Places | Go to Original Post

The worst truth in this life is that the true monsters don’t live in horror movies or paranormal novels.  They live in reality.  Most of the time they look nice and they often come in the guise of temptation.  Some of the biggest monsters today are internet scammers and this year alone Romance internet scammers have been able to take over 15,000 people for a net total of $230 million dollars.  They come to us like lovers when we are lonely and they take you for everything you’ve got.  So I decided to have a little fun with the most recent scammer to try to play with me and see if I could get him to give me his eternal soul.  
Like many women these days, I have noticed a significant increase in  men sending me love letters and pictures of their genitals.  The love letters usually start on social media and the men tell me I am the one for them.  They have been following me on facebook, twitter, Instagram, whatever and they love everything about me.  I am beautiful.  I am unlike anything they have seen before.  For a long time I just deleted these obvious scams, but lately I have been playing a little game.  I call it Buying Souls for Cthulhu.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with the work of the brilliant horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft, he was one of the most influential horror writers in history.  His work has inspired Clive Barker, Stephen King, Guillermo Del Toro and countless others.  His most famous creation was the elder god, Cthulhu.  Merely looking upon this sleeping god could drive you insane.  He has a cult, of course, and he loves devouring souls.  I thought I would help him a little by collecting a few souls for him and making myself laugh.
So I got this lovely scammer, evansphilip060, on Instagram.  He is a personal trainer who is covered with tattoos and has a beautiful body but seems to periodically forget he has tattoos. He forgets what he looks like and where he is from, but he sure adores me.   His English is terrible but he is from Georgia and he just needs $20,000- $100,000 to build his dream gym station in Atlanta and then we can finally be together and consummate our love. After playing a long for a week, I finally agreed to fund Mr. Philips gym on the condition that he join my church. The Church of the Golden Dawn (A reference to the Order of the Golden Dawn).  He very quickly agreed to give his soul to my god if I could help him with his finances.  He also asked if I could give him some money on an iTunes card because his phone wasn’t working. He sent me the picture to the left to prove to me that he went in the woods at night and said words giving his eternal soul to the great lord Cthulhu.  After he sent me the picture, I confronted him and asked him why he does this.  He was steadfast in his insistence that he was not a scammer but his broken English only made it more clear that he was a scammer. The conversation that follows is below. 

I must admit.  I had far too much fun with this and am overjoyed that Mr. Phillips loved me enough to pledge his eternal soul to the cult of Cthulhu for me.  La! La! Chtulhu Fhtagn!  Long live Cthulhu and shame on all these scammers that work so hard to con lonely women out of money.  The worst part isn’t even the money.  They break the women’s hearts so I am happy to give all their hearts to Cthulhu.  He will know what to do with them.  

The truth, however, is that after I did significant online research, I found that these men have been able to con women out of hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Some women have lost everything.  These cons are very common and they are quite cruel, so if someone tells you they are falling for you online, be careful.  Never send anyone you have never met money.  Do a reverse image search on the images used in their account and make sure the images match the names that come up.  The internet is full of scammers.  Be careful with your heart and your money.  
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/romance-scams-online-fbi-facebook_n_59414c67e4b0d318548666f9
https://www.pri.org/stories/2017-01-12/victims-online-romance-scams-theres-place-you-can-go-help

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Amittyville 3D/Haunted House Experiment!

by on Sep.14, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Hunters of Urban Los Angeles | Go to Original Post

GHOULA and 3D SPACE will be screening “AMITYVILLE 3D” (in 3D) outdoors next to an ACTUAL HAUNTED HOUSE for an evening of haunted house-themed entertainment, so

Calling all ghost-hunters, paranormal-investigators, psychics, sensitives, and those interested in possibly getting a glimpse of the “other side.” Whether you are a seasoned pro or first-timer,…

WE WANT YOU…
for our first-ever “HAUNTED HOUSE EXPERIMENT!”

The Movie: Amityville 3D (Rated PG.)
The House: The Hale House (Heritage Square Museum)
The Date: September 29 (Saturday)
The Time: Walk-thru tours start 7:00 pm (The movie starts at 8:00pm)
The Location: Heritage Square Museum
3800 Homer St, Los Angeles, CA 90031 (map)

Admission: $13.00
(Click here for tickets…)

The Movie: Amityville 3D (1983) Join us for the 35th anniversary of the only feature-length haunted house movie shot in 3D, and arguably the best entry in the Amityville series. However, it is worth noting that because of a lawsuit between the Lutz family (the one-time owners of the infamous house) and the film’s producer, and despite the use of the term 3D in the title which would imply it is the third film in the series (which it really was), Amityville 3D is technically not a sequel to other films and is supposed to be more of a stand-alone reboot with new characters. Regardless of its place in the franchise,, the novelty of three-dimensional ghosts is the real reason many aficionados feel this is an underrated classic. So, don’t miss this unique chance to see orbs of ectoplasm float off the screen, toward the audience, and into the third dimension!

The Haunted House Experiment: We are putting the ghost lore of the Hale House (pictured below) to the test. Before watching this film about the ghosts of an old haunted house, you can tour this old (haunted) house and maybe have a paranormal experience yourself. If you are (un)lucky enough to actually see/hear/feel something, we want to know about it. As a participant of our “haunted house experiment,” you will receive your own individual floor plan of said house (with a pencil), which will be used to record the location of any “activity” or “heebee-jeebees” you may experience as you walk through this house, room by room (ground floor only). Then, once you have past through all these possibly haunted spaces, please return your (hopefully marked-up) hand-out floor plan to GHOULA. Please keep your info confidential to discourage any copy-cat contamination.

Based on everyone’s goose-flesh data, “hot spots” will be determined and revealed at the end of the screening. The actual stories associated with the house’s ghost(s) will also be revealed, and compared to the collected data. Will there be one room, or area, that most people experience/feel something? If so, will that spot correspond with the known sightings in that house? Join us and find out… if you dare!

NOTE: This is not a themed “haunted attraction” with special effects and costumed actors. It is simply a walk through a haunted house to see what feelings it naturally evokes. Also, if you have “ghost-hunting” equipment/tools, you may bring them, and use them as you walk through the house, provided you do not interfere with the experience of others.

The Preshow: As if this all were not enough, the good people behind HAUNTED: A STAND UP / STORYTELLING SHOW will be providing additional entertainment as storytellers share even more haunted house tales for your macabre amusement!

Ticket link…
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/amityville-3dhaunted-house-experiment-tickets-49667400532

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Amittyville 3D/Haunted House Experiment!

by on Sep.14, 2018, under From the Web

Reposted from Ghost Hunters of Urban Los Angeles | Go to Original Post

GHOULA and 3D SPACE will be screening “AMITYVILLE 3D” (in 3D) outdoors next to an ACTUAL HAUNTED HOUSE for an evening of haunted house-themed entertainment, so

Calling all ghost-hunters, paranormal-investigators, psychics, sensitives, and those interested in possibly getting a glimpse of the “other side.” Whether you are a seasoned pro or first-timer,…

WE WANT YOU…
for our first-ever “HAUNTED HOUSE EXPERIMENT!”

The Movie: Amityville 3D (Rated PG.)
The House: The Hale House (Heritage Square Museum)
The Date: September 29 (Saturday)
The Time: Walk-thru tours start 7:00 pm (The movie starts at 8:00pm)
The Location: Heritage Square Museum
3800 Homer St, Los Angeles, CA 90031 (map)

Admission: $13.00
(Click here for tickets…)

The Movie: Amityville 3D (1983) Join us for the 35th anniversary of the only feature-length haunted house movie shot in 3D, and arguably the best entry in the Amityville series. However, it is worth noting that because of a lawsuit between the Lutz family (the one-time owners of the infamous house) and the film’s producer, and despite the use of the term 3D in the title which would imply it is the third film in the series (which it really was), Amityville 3D is technically not a sequel to other films and is supposed to be more of a stand-alone reboot with new characters. Regardless of its place in the franchise,, the novelty of three-dimensional ghosts is the real reason many aficionados feel this is an underrated classic. So, don’t miss this unique chance to see orbs of ectoplasm float off the screen, toward the audience, and into the third dimension!

The Haunted House Experiment: We are putting the ghost lore of the Hale House (pictured below) to the test. Before watching this film about the ghosts of an old haunted house, you can tour this old (haunted) house and maybe have a paranormal experience yourself. If you are (un)lucky enough to actually see/hear/feel something, we want to know about it. As a participant of our “haunted house experiment,” you will receive your own individual floor plan of said house (with a pencil), which will be used to record the location of any “activity” or “heebee-jeebees” you may experience as you walk through this house, room by room (ground floor only). Then, once you have past through all these possibly haunted spaces, please return your (hopefully marked-up) hand-out floor plan to GHOULA. Please keep your info confidential to discourage any copy-cat contamination.

Based on everyone’s goose-flesh data, “hot spots” will be determined and revealed at the end of the screening. The actual stories associated with the house’s ghost(s) will also be revealed, and compared to the collected data. Will there be one room, or area, that most people experience/feel something? If so, will that spot correspond with the known sightings in that house? Join us and find out… if you dare!

NOTE: This is not a themed “haunted attraction” with special effects and costumed actors. It is simply a walk through a haunted house to see what feelings it naturally evokes. Also, if you have “ghost-hunting” equipment/tools, you may bring them, and use them as you walk through the house, provided you do not interfere with the experience of others.

The Preshow: As if this all were not enough, the good people behind HAUNTED: A STAND UP / STORYTELLING SHOW will be providing additional entertainment as storytellers share even more haunted house tales for your macabre amusement!

Ticket link…
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/amityville-3dhaunted-house-experiment-tickets-49667400532

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