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Beautiful Creatures

by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl

Book Summary Note from Felina Silver Robinson: Authors Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl put together an intriguing four book series of which Beautiful Creatures is the starting point.  The Gothic clan of beautiful youngsters will make all teenagers wish they were a part of the story. There are so many buried secrets in their world of paranormal events but not without ghosts, magic, and a form of witchcraft that’s somewhat different than you may be accustom to seeing. This story would not be complete without their own secret world. I warn you that you’ll want to make sure you have the time to sit down and read, because once you start, you won’t want to stop.

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1) The Enfield Poltergeist

2) The Real Amityville Horror

3) Return Of The Amityville Horror – Paranormal Haunting Documentary

4) I Wouldn’t Go In There S01E03 – Philippines: Haunted Hospital

5) Britain’s Most Terrifying Ghost Stories – Paranormal Documentary

 


1) The Best Ghost Cases Ever Caught On Tape

2) True Ghost Stories ( Documentary)

3) Real Ghosts- Haunted Lives, True Ghost Stories – Episode 1

4) Extreme Ghost Stories – Episode 4 (Paranormal Documentary)

5) Real Ghosts Haunted Lives, True Ghost Stories Episode 3 Paranormal Documentary

 


Chris ‘Knight Guider’ Date, British Psychic, Accused Of Planting Fake Spirit During Ghost Tour

See the story and read more here http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/05/chris-knight-guider-date-psychic_n_3874956.html?utm_hp_ref=weird-news


We were sitting around the table after burying my then 2 year old sons father. My son was sad because he hadn’t received his daily call for 5 straight days. Every day like clock work he would get that call at 5:30pm. He didn’t appear to know what I happened. He was so young and I was having trouble finding the words to tell him his father was never coming back. I was having my own battle with the reality that was in front of me. We all sat about the table reflecting upon happier times. My son sat off in the corner playing with his plastic phone when we all heard of phone ring. It wasn’t the house phone. It wasn’t a cell phone. It sounded like a toy phone. Cold it really be that my sons phone was ringing. No matter what I thought I heard, the reality was, that there was a light blue, plastic toy phone being squeezed by a two year old. He normally was the one making calls, not ever receiving one. Well on this day his toy phone received its first call. My son just satires at it afraid what might happen if he answered it. He decided he had to answer it, so he held the phone to his ear. You could see his face turn from a bright red to a deep pale shade. He started crying. He threw the phone across the room. The phone continued to wring. He was screaming and crying so hard, I had choice but to go and pick up the phone. I didn’t listen, I just started talking. I spoke to my deceased husband and said “honey, I know you miss your son, but he is just a baby and you’re scaring him. You must let him be and let him gol. Promise me you will stop for hem. He is too young to understand all that’s happened. I hung up the phone and sat back down at the table. I asked my so to come sit on my lap. He looked up at me and started to scream and yell again. My adopted grandmother looked over at my son and said that my husbands Ora was lingering behind me and that my husband was afraid to come near me. I had to stop again and ask my husband to leave us all. I told him that we all loved him and missed him very much, but that our son wasn’t old enough to deal with any of this. I begged him to go and give us all peace. After a good 20 minutes, the room fell quiet. It was really cold for a couple of minutes, then really hot, then it was suddenly as it was meant to be. My son came over and jumped up in my lap and layed his head on my shoulder and said, “Daddy won’t be calling anymore mommy.” I replied, “No he won’t sweetie”. My son fell asleep right there on my shoulder.


My new coffee table seems to have an uninvited guest.  One of the front side panel blocks appears lighter than the rest.  When the room is lit by sunlight or any other form of light, you can see a profile picture of someone long ago. The carving actually has features similar to those of George Washington and sports the very same hairdo. It’s funny because now the girls refuse to sit in the room alone without a companion as if they think something will happen to them. What could happen?🙂