Spook or Treat Answers to Truth of Fiction! ~ Calisa Rhose
I promised to reveal the truth behind my Haunted Garden Blog Hop post stories so without dragging out the suspense, here they are!
Answers to this post:
- Does tossing a coin in the sea while speaking a chant break a curse?
According to my aunt who fell ill many years ago- She told me she visited her Faith Healer and this was the remedy offered to her and which she followed to a T.
Another witch’s curse… I asked about that, but she just responded with this strange, almost secretive laugh.
This is a TRUE story.
- Will an egg under bed cure fever?
My aunt claims to have personal knowledge this works, having used the method on her own children over the years.
I’ve never tried it. If you do, come back and share how it turns out!
TRUE only because I have just her word for it. LOL
- Does having your photos taken steal your soul?
I personally don’t believe this one. If it is true, I don’t expect to have a lot of soul left by the time I die. I’ll say this is FICTION.
- Did the man suffer beatings while locked up ‘safe’ in a jail cell?
Auntie won’t say she was responsible, but she doesn’t deny it either. I have asked her outright several times if she did it and all she says is, “Someone put a bad curse on him.”
TRUE- it happened. Even my mother who saw him, heard his story too, couldn’t explain it.
But then ~
- It was also my mother who also told me about her sister the first time I heard that chilling story- but she’s not the only one who told a version of my aunt’s death. This is a story with many more layers and elements to it. As creepy as it may seem, as incredulous as it sounds, I grew up hearing this story from various family members and, though each story differs slightly on a detail here or there- each version of the base facts have remained constant over the years.
Men, people, really are this evil. My cousin (that aunt’s only daughter) and I have tried to research it, at her request, and as seems to happen often in small town rural Midwest America, the records that could clear this up (or add more questions) was conveniently flooded in the 70s–and the sheriff is long-dead–effectively destroying all paper trails and evidence.
What I’ve told you is completely TRUE. (and if certain family members read this I’ll probably get some serious flack for sharing a family skeleton. Lol)
So there you have it. The answers to my spook stories. Yes, my life is one thrill after another! 😆
Have a Happy and Spooky Halloween!
**I hope you’ll come back tomorrow when Nano 2012 begins. Are you participating in this furious and crazy contest? Is it your first time, your fiftieth? Come share your National Novel Writing Month experiences!
I’ll also have a surprise for visitors on the Ranch Monday. Shhh- It’s a secret you’ll have to come back then to find out what it is!
Spooky Truth or Fiction ~ Calisa Rhose
I’m thrilled to be a part of the Wild Rose Press’s Haunted Garden Blog Hop! There are lots of blogs to have fun with from now through the week (26-31) with prizes at every single stop! All you have to do is click on the five links below to go to the next set and comment to win. Easy-peesy, right? So sit back and enjoy the ride.
I remember one year my sister, brother and I got to go trick-or-treating with my cousin and aunt. I recall how excited, but a little scared I was to be in the dark with my aunt in a strange town. Now this might seem odd and you may be chuckling, but you don’t know my aunt.
She was my mother’s baby sister, and where my mom and the middle sister grew up average women, Auntie went…her own way.
I’m a fan of that show, TRUTH OR FICTION, where they show three or four short stories of supernatural or questionable events and you’re supposed to guess whether they are true or false. I usually get them all wrong. 😆 But that gave me an idea for this post, and to keep from getting sued (or worse!) I’ve made my own mother and her two sisters as the subjects–so here goes…
Truth or fiction?
- Auntie liked her candles and often talks about visiting the Faith Healers on a regular basis. She’s given me remedies to heal a curse that involves throwing a blessed coin into the sea as she repeated a chant three (or five?) times. For me, this thought conjure images of a cloaked woman, dark hair blowing wildly from the edges of a huge hood, wide skirt billowing around her legs, as she strolls on a jagged cliff high above crashing waves…
I can almost hear her chanting the secret words the Faith Healer told her to before throwing the coin into the murky depths below.
- Auntie also told me to put a room temperature, raw egg under the bed of a sick person to draw out the fever–which will hard boil the egg.
- Auntie will do almost anything to prevent her picture taken (though she’s had her familial moments lol), because she claims every time (my) picture is taken, a little piece of my soul is stolen.
- She told me about a boyfriend who cheated on her once when I was around ten years old. At some point after that he was arrested for some misdemeanor. The next morning the man supposedly awoke in the jail cell, with bruises and sore all over and claimed “someone I couldn’t see beat me up all night.”
I guess Halloween doesn’t mean as much to me because I lived it daily day growing up.
But auntie wasn’t the only special one in my family.
My mother had her gifts too. I told the story last year of her guardian angel and the first time I saw him. Well, let me tell you about another talent she possessed before her death. I got her to sit and do a partial card reading for me when I was eighteen. I don’t remember the results of that reading, probably because ever since I was entranced by the story she told me that day. She would only do a partial readings, and then only if the cards fell right. If they didn’t she’d take them back and walk away.
I don’t pretend to understand how card readings work, but the story is that when I was around eight months old my mom read for her middle sister for fun one day. They laughed as one card after another revealed horrible details. My aunt would be in a car, in rain, and run off a bridge and die before her twenty-fifth birthday.
- Less than a month later my aunt and her husband got into a fight that to this day is conflicted and mysterious, the events following that argument even more suspect and sketchy.
In the end it was my cousin, only four at the time, who revealed a mystery. According to my cousin (who claims no knowledge of this conversation today), that my uncle deliberately drove off a little bridge a few miles from their house, in a rain storm. The three kids, nor her husband were injured, but her neck was broken. Her death was recorded as accidental. Her twenty-fifth birthday came a few days after her funeral.
So what about me, you might ask? I’ve already admitted to seeing my mother’s guardian angel. That’s as far as I’ll go here.
Now for the fun part.
Do you believe these stories really happened? Why? Why not? I’ll reveal the answers on the 31st!
Hop over to these author sites for more fun and I’ll be choosing one lucky commenter to receive a Wild Rose Press gift certificate or two (value to be determined on number of winners I pick :)) after the contest ends on October 31.