The Blair Witch Project was a movie that consisted of three explorers going to find a urban myth, I guess, in the form of a witch that roamed the forest.  Most of know how that turned out…not very well.  I was actually scared somewhat by the movie, even though I knew it wasn’t true – the narrative was pretty effective!

I am a huge fan of the show “Fact or Faked” and I glean a lot of the my information about local legends from that and Weird NJ.  I truly enjoy reading about the weird stuff that happens just beyond our field of vision.

Being a resident of the lovely Garden State, let’s begin our trip there….

The Jersey Devil

(From the Weird NJ Website http://weirdnj.com/stories/jersey-devil/)

Legend has it that in 1735, a Pines resident known as Mother Leeds found herself pregnant for the thirteenth time. (Leeds is the name of one of New Jersey’s earliest settlers, and many descendants of the Leeds family can still be found throughout NJ to this day.) Mother Leeds was not living a wealthy lifestyle by any means. Her husband was a drunkard who made few efforts to provide for his wife and twelve children. Reaching the point of absolute exasperation upon learning of her thirteenth child, she raised her hands to the heavens and proclaimed “Let this one be a devil!”

Mother Leeds went into labor a few months later, on a tumultuously stormy night, no longer mindful of the curse she had utter previously regarding her unborn child. Her children and husband huddled together in one room of their Leeds Point home while local midwives gathered to deliver the baby in another. By all accounts the birth went routinely, and the thirteenth Leeds child was a seemingly normal baby boy.

Within minutes however, Mother Leeds’s unholy wish of months before began to come to fruition. The baby started to change, and metamorphosed right before her very eyes. Within moments it transformed from a beautiful newborn baby into a hideous creature unlike anything the world had ever seen. The wailing infant began growing at an incredible rate. It sprouted horns from the top of its head and talon-like claws tore through the tips of its fingers. Leathery bat-like wings unfurled from its back, and hair and feathers sprouted all over the child’s body. Its eyes began glowing bright red as they grew larger in the monster’s gnarled and snarling face. The creature savagely attacked its own mother, killing her, then turned its attention to the rest of the horrified onlookers who witnessed its tempestuous transformation. It flew at them, clawing and biting, voicing unearthly shrieks the entire time. It tore the midwives limb from limb, maiming some and killing others.

Sightings of the Jersey Devil have continued to this day, mostly concentrated in the southern New Jersey area.  One wonders what would happen if the  Jersey Devil appeared in Newark on a Saturday night…

Beware of Clinton Road

Read the entire story here: http://weirdnj.com/stories/clinton-road/

Another legend of NJ is the deserted feeling and decidedly creepy Clinton Road, located in West Milford, Passaic County.  It’s a long stretch of deserted road

that is unlit by streetlamps and has many twists and turns.  Wilderness surrounds the narrow two lane road on both sides, which adds to the isolated feeling.

What happens on this road when it’s only you, your friends and your headlights?

The legend of the ghost boy  – At one particular bend in the road, legend has it that if you throw coins into the water, a “ghost boy” will throw them back to you.  It’s not clear if the boy drowned in that particular area of the lake or was hit by a care, but there have been reports of coins being flung back onto the road when tossed in the water.

And another:

We all know ’em, don’t we?  The friend of a friend of my cousin who….they all start out that way and always end badly for that sort-of person we kinda know. They even made a movie (or three) about it, then there was that television series that acted them out (badly) for you.

Let’s talk about a few of these, shall we?  And remember to leave the light on….

The Clown Statue Murderer: An Urban Legend

The story of the clown statue murderer is an urban legend. It is not a true story but can spark fear in anyone who reads it. It has been passed around as a chain letter online since 2004.

Here is the story:

“A girl in her teens is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house – you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn’t really want her wandering around the house) and watch TV there.

The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can’t handle it.

She resorts to calling the father and asks, “Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out.”

The father says seriously, “Get the kids, go next door and call 911.”

She asks, “What’s going on?”

He responds, “Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back.”

She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, “So, really, what’s going on?”

He responds, “We don’t HAVE a clown statue.” He then further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.

The police arrive and apprehend the “clown,” who turns out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for several weeks. He would come into the kids’ rooms at nights and watch them while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection, surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn’t have enough time to hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.

Yeah.  As I said earlier on a discussion group, between IT and John Wayne Gacy, I don’t have any time for clowns.

And another to make your hair stand on end.  This is an oldie but a still a goodie:

The Killer in the Backseat….

One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. After a few minutes she noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.

Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.

Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, “Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!”

When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.

The moral of the story: Always check the back seat!

Yes, they’re (mostly) not true, but don’t they give you a shiver?

Pleasant Dreams!

 

Dahlia

 

 

 

 

One of the movies that scared me to death when I was an adult (as you can tell I’m easily scared) was the original Night of the Living Dead.

“They’re going to get you, Barbara!”

That still makes me shiver. And the black and white film makes the whole thing even creepier. That film, and the slew of subsequent films that followed, were pretty scary to me.

Then came The Walking Dead. Great show, but the graphic novel (yeah, adult comic book) was even better. Once they got stuck on the farm for so long, I rather lost interest. However, I will give it another chance on the new season.

All the renewed interest in zombies made me start thinking about a plan, because when it comes to zombies, it’s all about the plan. I even have a board on Pinterest.

Top five things you need to survive a Zombie Attack
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1. Dehydrated food. Light and easy to carry. A lot can fit into a large backpack so you aren’t so distracted by looking for supplies, although you should do that also.
2. Water Purifier. Drops work well and you can tuck into a side pocket of your trusty backpack. If bottled water is available, by all means drink that

first.
3. Backpack with first aid kit. There’s no emergency rooms. Treat any cuts and scrapes you get with hand sanitizer and anti-bacterial ointment. Infections can kill.
4. Toilet Paper. For obvious reasons.
5. Weapons. Machete is my number one choice, but there’s value in a good handgun also. However, a machete doesn’t run out of bullets.

Certainly, my list isn’t the end-all and be-all of zombie survival lists, but it’s a pretty good start.

“Don’t you know what’s goin’ on out there? This is no Sunday School picnic!”