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Portal To Hell

Feb08
by BeyonderBill on February 8, 2015 at 5:17 am
Posted In: Author-X, WTF?

Portal To Hell

by Reynaldo Reyes

THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

On October 31, 1980 My mother always told me that I was attracted to spirits especially when I was in and out of hospitals. I didn’t believe in that. But as I was growing up I realized that I was listening to voices mostly at night time. I never realized that because I was too young to know what it was. I also had hallucinative visions about places that existed in another place in time. I also saw things that others do not see and I don’t know what that meant.

I am still under attack today by a very powerful (God) that caused me to commit a suicidal attempt that almost ended my life on May 11, 1986 at 3:09 p.m. The same (God) that attacked me on October 31, 1980 is still harassing me until this very day. He is a evil and corrupt (God) that lives in darkness and fire. He is all around us and I know that this is probably the same (God) where the voices are coming from.

In the early 1970’s and 1980’s I kept receiving strange visions in my dreams that Jesus Christ and his heavenly father (God) in heaven were married to their spouses. Jesus Christ was married to a women either on earth or heaven and his heavenly father (God) was married to his first female consort in heaven. I dreamt that the first celestial humans existed first in heaven. I always remember this vision in my dreams ever since a little kid in the early 1970’s. By the ending of 1985 I wanted to reveal this vision with a few of my friends in school so we could write out the song lyrics of my visions and create a rap song. That’s when on January 1, 1986 the same (God) spoke to the well-known lead singer of the rap group Run DMC and started a spiritual rumor about me that also inspired the groups 1986 hit album “Raising Hell.” In other words it was this (God) The Father in heaven who started the “Raising Hell” rumor on January 1, 1986. Because The Father in heaven had intercourse with his first female consort in paradise.

Reynaldo’s book Portal to Hell is accepted for publication on September 28, 2002. A month after on October 30, 2002 Jam Master Jay whose real name is Jason Mizell was brutally murdered in his Jamaica, Queens, NY recording studio. Significantly five movies were inspired by Reynaldo Reyes visions, stories and dreams and they are called:

  1. November 14, 2003 – Hollywood Unmasked Part 1 & 2
  2. May 1, 2004 – Cracking the Da Vinci Code
  3. May 19, 2006 – The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
  4. November 18, 2008 – The Bible’s Buried Secrets
  5. October 22, 2012 – Amenstop Productions Part 1

Because of this spiritual abuse and the rumor that this (God) started about me on January 1, 1986, I couldn’t fight it which almost ended my life on May 11, 1986. I overdosed with my psychiatric medication. I told my family since October 31, 1980 that it was a powerful force or (God) that was inside my SKIN harassing, terrorizing, and corrupting my body, soul, and mind. Nobody in my family believed me so I even spoke to a catholic priest and the paranormal PSYCHOLOGIST John Zaffis to help me find out what this (God) wants from me or how to remove it not only from my life but from my body, soul, and mind. I even tried with WITCHDOCTORS and they couldn’t describe what this (God) is and what it wants from me. Below is the Rumor in the form of a song that (God) started on January 1, 1986!

I realize now why Jesus Christ and his Heavenly Father in heaven tried to set me up in the year 1986. Because Jesus Christ and his Father in heaven the “Yahweh” not only were they married to their spouses, but they are involved in possessing moviestars with demonic spirits that the celebrities call the Muse. This Muse are Demons that are possessing the moviestars to act out the characters for their plays, movies, and television sitcoms and Jesus Christ and God are the ones responsible. Please review the documentary Hollywood Unmasked Part 1 & 2. On December 4, 1980 and on the fall of 1997 Jesus Christ and God tried to put me in a deep sleep so I could be possessed by these demonic spirits so I can reach superstar status and become the star God wanted me to be in the year 1980. I have plenty of evidence to prove it Marvin Thompson. Yes! Jesus Christ and his father in heaven were the ones who instigated and started the “Raising Hell” rumor in 1986 and probably was responsible for the death of your brother Jam Master Jay. Below are the videos.

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What is this? R u kidding me?!!

Aug14
by BeyonderBill on August 14, 2010 at 2:32 pm
Posted In: Author-X, WTF?

What is this? R u kidding me?!!

by Spiritseeker101

Okay, here goes.  I had been suffering from a severe back and neck injury for about a year caused from an accident at work.  I was taken off work permanently as a result.  As you can imagine like everyone else I had BIG BIG dreams for my family and myself, and a goal set for at least 4 more years of school to become a Toxicologist.  So this injury was a MAJOR set back, one that will be here the rest of my life. I was told and still am, that it is inoperable and will only get worse.  This was devastating!  I was very depressed.

I am trying to get across how life changing and horrible this was and still is.  During that first year it hit me that I was unable to work ever again, running and playing baseball, basketball and catch with my kids (all 6) and their father was out of the question. walking, sitting, lying down and sleeping all involved pain, at times excruciating.

So, at the end of that first year, I decided that in light of that fact there was no way in hell I was going to live this way and the pain could f off and die.  One  summer night, when all my kids were outside with their dad playing football and riding their bikes, all I could think about was being in Santa Barbara this time last Summer, and body surfing in the Ocean waves, and it hit me hard that I will never be able to do that again, my body is not able to fight the water enough to swim back to shore. That CRUSHED me, I started to cry and throw the biggest pity party for myself that I EVER had. lol, so  I got  a huge glass full of water and set out all my bottles of medication in front of me.  And there I sat  looking at those bottles and glass of water and crying thinking WOW,this is it.  My life is so over,  its just not worth getting out of bed for one more f-ing day. I’m checkin out, no more pain,  I wont have to tell my kids “sorry guys I can’t go, or  I can’t do that with you, it’s just too painful watching others doing things that I never will again.   F it!!!

While I was throwing myself this little pity party, I kept noticing these obnoxious lights out of the corner of my eye. These lights were bluish/white, the largest was about the size of a silver dollar, they were flying around the wall in  front of me, and above the tv and on the wall. To me it looked like what would happen if you gave a bunch of kids little flashlights and told them “hey go shine this on that ladies wall and wave them around as obnoxiously as you can and bug the CRAP out of her!!

At first these damn things were pissing me off!! I was thinking in my head “Damn kids!  Okay thats it!”  I got up and stomped behind me over to the window in my bedroom and grabbed the curtains and yanked them open!  Some little shits were gonna get it, and their parents were gonna know about it too!  We were on the second floor of an upstairs apartment, with apartments very close behind us as well.  I was looking below the window and out into the parking lot behind the building.  No one, nothing, not even a car running or grown-ups talking.  No kids, no nothing.  It was then that I realized I had to open the curtains, they had been shut. So how the hell could flashlights show that bright through a curtain?
I turned around to look and see if they were still there, YUP, there was about 5 of them and the largest was the size of a silver dollar.

These lights were just criusin around my bedroom like crazy on one wall and on the tv and dresser, just whippin around, my mind couldnt wrap around any reason for this except kids, probably mine, messin with me of course with the help of their dad, so I looked out the window one more time.  Nope, no one there.  I could still see these things out of the corner of my eye when I looked down and to the right and left out the window.

I turned around and looked at them, and sat on my bed.  To me, they seemed to be on the wall, not independent of it.  Which would explain why I thought it was flashlights of some sort, and kids, you all know how they can  keep doing something because THEY KNOW how badly you want them to stop!  So I decided to go into the living room and see if I could see them in there, or see if the person playing this joke on me would follow me in there.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch facing the t.v. and yup there they were whizzing around like in the bedroom.  I thought yeah it has to be a flash light.  I smiled and looked behind me feeling stupid as there was a wall behind me, so no chance anyone was shining any kind of light from behind me.  I was thinking this is crazy!! WEIRD, really f…..ing WEIRD!!

I went back in the bedroom to see if these crazy lights would follow me there.  I walked fast, you know what I mean, you start walking fast thinking something is behind you gonna get you, the boogey man.  lol, you know like the one from when you were a kid.  Like when you would crawl under the covers thinking that was gonna protect you.  How funny is that , like there is some secret human code that monsters and ghosts couldnt cross, THE CODE OF THE PROTECTED BLANKIE…..!!!  The SAFE ZONE…..THE BLANKIE ZONE~~……well it always seemed to work….

Okay, well, I start to walk faster, but I couldn’t run because of my back so I knew I was screwed!  I get to my bedroom and sit on the bed and bigger than heck there they were.  Whipping around and flying around, not real fast, So I was looking at them, mostly the biggest one.   I was really trying to see if I could see anything inside of this light. The only thing I noticed was that they were not shining on the wall, they were just floating there, in the air.  The inside of the round lights looked like it was filled with clouds swirling around, and they weren’t all white, they had some blue color too.

As I sat there trying to see a face or anything I could inside this ball of light, this big one, stops and floats a little toward me, I’d say about 4 feet give or take a few inches, and I cocked my head like you’d see a dog do when they are really curious, so I am bending my head slightly from left and back to the right then all of a sudden this ball comes shooting up to me about a foot away from my face!  Oh MY GOD!  I did not know what the heck to do.  I could see this glow on my cheeks.  It was a blue glow from this ball.  I was looking at this thing, and my eyes were probably as big around as my head, and I am still trying to see inside this thing.  I was thinking how cool this was, and was thinking about putting out my hand to see if it would come to me, and I was not really afraid.

I still don’t know what spooked me, but I chickened out and leaned back away from it with my right arm and it shot back almost to the wall.  It was almost as if it didn’t want to scare me.  My mind was going crazy, is this a joke, is it an angel, is it spirits of my family or friends, is this an alien, a demon, damn I didn’t know I still don’t know.  This is the first time I have ever told anyone the whole story.  Okay, so, I back away, it backs away and I decide shit someone has to see this or they will think i have lost my mind and belong in a loony bin somewhere for good!  I was more afraid of that than of the balls of light.   So I got up and went to the front door and called down to Rod and the kids to come up.  I yelled a few times and they didn’t want to hear me, or didn’t hear me, but my sons’ friend and neighbor, who was about 15 yrs old came up to see if everything was ok.

I told him what happened and I said just wait just watch they were in the bedroom and I came in here and they followed me, so we waited and they SHOWED UP!!   I said DO YOU SEE?  I must have sounded frantic, lol.  Now he couldn’t see them at first, but everywhere I looked that I could see them I would say “HERE” “ITS OVER HERE”  “DO YOU SEE IT, DO YOU SEE THEM”   FINALLY he saw them, but he never got to see them full on.  He could only catch them out of the corner of his eyes, which I thought was totally unfair, what a rip off.  So we watched these disappear, and fly around, and come and go, and fly around for a while, I dont know how long, i imagine it was only a few seconds, or it could have been a couple mins.

He got bored and he said it was weird and creepy and he went back downstairs to play his safe game of football and be normal and forget he had ever came up to see this.  I assume, since he ran out screaming that it gave him the creeps.  I was happy at least SOMEONE saw what i was seeing.

I sat on the couch for a while, and they started to disappear until only a few were left; there were maybe around five.  I noticed that the biggest one would go from the t.v. wall to the clock on the wall and the two smaller ones would fly around in and out of sight.
Then they were gone as quick as they came.  I sat there on the couch with my mouth open, I mean really, my mouth was open and I was dumbfounded… speechless.  I was sad too because I didnt know what they were.  I asked the bigger light to please come back. I said something like “Would you come back, the biggest one, lights would you please, please come back, just one more time to let me know I am not crazy?”…  I ‘ll be DAMNED, It DID.  for a few seconds and then was gone.

I pushed my luck and asked a few more times and each time it did come back.  I never did know what they were. Or find anyone who could tell me.  It is my hope to meet someone who has had a similar experience so we can discuss it.

A short time after, like a week or so.  I became really sad, and frustrated that when the light did come up to me and I could see the glow on my face and feel the warmth, I wussed out and backed off, I DIDNT EVEN PUT OUT MY HAND OR ASK ANY QUESTIONS.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SSSSSSSSSSHHHIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!! I BLEW IT………..

Yup bigger than crap, I blew it.  No photo no recording no nothing. I wonder sometimes If I asked it to, and asked permission to take a picture or recording, if it would let me.  I have asked a few times to see it again.  But no luck.  I do hope to see it again, and this time no wussing out!!

Good Luck to Everyone on your Investigations

Respectfully

Spiritseeker101

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My Son Takes After Me I Guess

May29
by BeyonderBill on May 29, 2010 at 10:03 am
Posted In: Author-X, Bone Chillers

My Son Takes After Me I Guess

by Shaunda Campbell

To start off I would like to say that my entire life the strange and unusual have always been a part of my life. I have seen, heard and been “hit” by ghosts. (And yes that is very true) However, the most disturbing things have happened after my son was born, hence the title.

The first experience that I had was after we brought my son home from the hospital. He was about 3 months old and just starting to sleep in his own room. We were living in a town house and the only things up stairs were our two rooms and the bathroom and I, my husband and son were the only ones living in the house. We had a baby monitor and were lying down to go to bed when we suddenly heard a loud crash come from our son’s room. We dashed to the room (all of 4 steps from door to door) and when we entered the room his dresser was tipped over, the drawers were pulled out and all his cloths were thrown around his room. It was the first time that I truly got frightened by something like that. I guess because it was now involving my new preemie son. Luckily our son slept through the whole thing. Needless to say he no longer slept in that room.

The next major event, and I say major because he was always looking/playing with someone, was when he was around 13 months old. We were living in an upstairs garage apartment. He has a small room that was “L” shaped. His crib was directly in front of the door. There was just enough room for the door to open. The door also had an old door knob that wouldn’t turn or lock on it. We had lived there for quite a while at this point. One night we had put him to bed and were sitting in the living room watching TV. Suddenly he started crying. I would like to be clear here. If you have children you know they have different cries. This was a bone chilling cry of a toddler that was terrified. We rushed to the door but it wouldn’t budge. My husband was pushing and throwing his body against the door and it was not giving at all. I was beginning to get very upset. Finally my husband ran into the door and broke the door frame. This is where it gets scary. There was a large trundle drawer under his crib. It had been pulled out, turned on its side, and wedged between his crib and the wall and the door knob. I rushed in and grabbed my son. He was staring into the corner and shaking uncontrollably. I looked into the corner and saw a dark shadow and got the chills. I was truly frightened.  From then on his door knob was removed and a shoe string was tied to the side of his crib and through the hole in the door where the knob had been.

These are just a very few of the experiences that I have had. I truly feel that I attract these kinds of things and my son is following in my footsteps. I just hope that nothing as scary as these two things ever happen to him again.

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The House In The Swamp

Dec31
by BeyonderBill on December 31, 2009 at 8:05 am
Posted In: Author-X, Creepy Places

The House In The Swamp

by Bruce James

Although it has been many years since I lived there, some of the strongest memories I have are of a certain house in rural Minnesota.  My high school friend G (I won’t use his real name) lived there, and it had to be one of the creepiest places I have ever visited.

G lived in an old farmhouse with his dad a few miles out of a small little town next to a low-lying swampy area.  Often in the spring and fall we could see wraithlike mists clinging to the old county road as we drove to his house.  It was a quiet enough place, a two-story house with a porch, attic, and a “basement’, a crawlspace, really.  Nearby was an old shed, a large polebarn where G’s dad kept his classic cars, and a ring of thick, old oaks ringing the edge of the swamp.  G had already told me many stories of the things that went on there when he was a kid.  A spectral woman walking across his bed.  Shadows of hands from the floodlight outside his bedroom window, that didn’t belong to him.  His hair being tousled by something invisible.  Some kind of glowing humanoid figure in the trees outside, observing the house and trying not to be seen. There was no shortage of weirdness at G’s place.

I wanted to see something paranormal for myself, and I got to see some things in the years I new and visited G.  One of them was the spinning bomber.  G had a model of a B-29 aircraft suspended by a thread in his living room.  This would have a propensity to rotate by itself.  On still, quiet days, we would sit and watch as this model airplane would go from a complete standstill and begin to slowly rotate in a counterclockwise direction (there was no fan or furnace running, and the windows would be closed).  Then the rotation would stop, but not from inertial forces, but suddenly stop as though blocked by an invisible hand.  Then it would stay in its new position for a few minutes, and rotate clockwise for a time.  Nothing seemed to precipitate this, it would merely happen of its own accord.

One of the stranger things I experienced there was the hammock.  G’s house was old enough to have transoms, (the windows you will sometimes see above doors in old buildings, back in the days before central air) and he strung a hammock crossways over the transom for the living room door.  I would often sit in this hammock (from this position, more like a net had scooped me up) to watch TV or play D&D at his house.  One evening as I was curled up in this hammock, I looked at G and said “Snap?” as if to say “oh no, did I hear something snap?”  G, never late to pick up a comedic cue, replied “Snap?”.  Then SNAP the rope holding the hammock to the transom snapped, and I dropped about a foot, foot-and-a-half to the floor on my butt.  THUD!  This incident, by itself, could not be construed as paranormal, except that it happened every time we tried it.  We have witnesses, who would watch G tie the hammock up with fresh rope, sturdy enough for G to swing on, and once I climbed in, and we said “snap?”, sure enough SNAP THUD.  The ends of the rope where it broke were frayed as though they were worn from years of friction.  I guess that whatever presence or force that was in that house didn’t like me too much.

G concurred.  On the rare occasion I slept over at his house, not only would I have a very hard time getting to sleep, but when I did pass into a dreamless slumber, G would see that I would make faces in my sleep… or rather, he told me it appeared to him that there was some other face superimposed over my sleeping face, which would make wild eyed and terrifying grimaces and mouth soundless words at him.  After hearing this, naturally I declined to ever sleep there again!

Once, he showed me the crawlspace.  Now this was strange and unusual.  By accident or design, the cellar of this house could only be accessed through the downstairs bathroom closet.  A piece of plywood about 2 feet square covered a hole in the back of the closet.  We crawled down three or four little wooden stairs, and G fumbled around in the dark to find the light switch.  He pulled the chain, and a dim, bare bulb weakly illuminated a chamber about 5 feet by 5 feet, with a dirt floor and the ceiling only 3 feet above.  It may have, in fact, been smaller, as the main thing that sticks out in my memory was the hole in the wall.  The hole in the block foundation may have only been 2 feet square, but behind was a space so dark it seemed to swallow up the light.  From it, I got that weird, prickly sensation you get whenever you sense the presence of the supernatural.  I wouldn’t go in for the world, and G told me he had never been either… and G was one brave dude!  He also got creeped out by the black hole in the crawlspace.  Not even his dog would go!  She would only growl at it, with her hackles standing up, and leave the crawlspace as quickly as possible.  To this day, I still don’t know what was in there that wigged us out so bad, and as far as I know, G doesn’t either.

This story has an epilogue.  Years later, I was up for a ride in my dad’s single-engine plane, enjoying the miracle of flight.  I found an aviation chart of the county in which we lived.  Now, aviation charts are quite a bit different from road maps.  The roads are there, for reference, but the things that are marked are the things that are a hazard or of use to pilots… heights of radio antennas and water towers, and the like.  After some study of this chart, I was able to reference familiar landmarks.  My parent’s house would be here, the old high school there, and over here… where I could estimate G’s house on the chart  was a hazard.  For about a half-mile radius with his house in the middle, the chart warned of magnetic deflections in the area.  Thus, if you fly over G’s house, your compass goes wonky.  We never did fly over his house to test the theory, but at least, in a roundabout way, this chart vindicated all the weirdness I ever heard about or experienced at the house in the swamp.

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Farmer With An Axe Handle, A Haunting Encounter

Sep18
by BeyonderBill on September 18, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Posted In: Author-X, Ghost Stories

Farmer With An Axe Handle, A Haunting Encounter

by Bobby Elgee

Old New England Estate
Southeastern Vermont
Late August 2006

I have a friend of mine whose been metal detecting for over 20 years and he’d shown me some interesting artifacts he discovered. Many of the items of were found on an estate in southern Vermont that dated back to the Revolutionary War.

One day, during the late afternoon, we had the idea to lay out the stuff on a white blanket on top of a rod iron patio table and take a picture. Both of us are very interested in history, and this expresses itself in his propensity for metal detecting and my interest in the paranormal.

On at late August night around 11pm, my friend and I were standing around a campfire in his backyard. I had wanted to visit the estate where he discovered most of the artifacts because he told me about being ‘helped along’ by a ghost when he was metal detecting. This took the form of a helpful hand on his back.

“No way, you’ve been touched?” I said, a little too exuberantly.

“Oh yeah. It was like I was walking in a line of people. I paused a moment, and felt a hand on my back, like it was encouraging me to keep moving.”

My friend isn’t scared of ghosts, but he is very leery. Of course, he is wise to be cautious. When you’ve seen full-bodied apparitions that have spoken to you, ended up in a line of ghostly revolutionary war soldiers, and have been metal detecting and found a ring still attached to skeletal hand and arm–then re-bury it, ring intact- he had every right to be wary.

So, after nagging him for about a year, he finally indulged me, and we hiked down the road and crept up on the big estate during the full moon.

We stuck to the shadows as we edged up to the well-manicured lawn and looked toward the house-an old New England estate that even had a photograph of some Civil War soldiers standing outside the residence hanging in a frame above the fireplace. This photograph could be easily seen-I had glimpsed it one during the day-if you could get close enough to peek inside the large bay window looking in on the living room.

I had kept telling my friend that I wanted to run up and look in the window. He said that he didn’t think that this was a good idea. My friend had permission to be on the property to metal detect whenever he wanted, and we weren’t worried about the police arresting us for trespassing as we had permission, in addition to both of us being of the trust-worthy sort.

The house wasn’t abandoned by any stretch of the imagination, though we knew no one was there at the time. Well-taken care of by a caretaker, it was an excellent example of an old New England salt box, with an old red barn on the property. Considering the historical nature of the location-and with all the artifacts that had been discovered-the place was something we definitely treated with respect.

We had crept to the edge of a lilac bush, next to a big tree, across an expanse of lawn from the window that I planned to look in. Being a fledgling paranormal investigator at the time, I had a vague realization that this isn’t really how you should do that sort of thing, and wasn’t prepared in the least.

With this thought in my brain, I made a break for the house. I ran to the northwest corner, and hid in the shadow of a rhoderdenron from which I could inch my way up and peek in the picture window.

I moved forward very slowly. The sound of the crickets and other insects was very loud. I got to the edge of the window and put my hand on the frame, pulling myself forward, just wanting to gain enough of an angle where I could seen the picture hanging above the mantle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. Two solid knocks. I paused, and had the distinct feeling that looking inside the house wasn’t such a good idea. I turned and ran back toward the tree-across the open yard-to where my friend was standing.

At the same time I saw a shadow rush out from the door to the barn, which was closed. At the same time, my friend swears he saw a farmer in overalls moving quickly from the barn toward the house, with something like a shovel or axe handle in his hand. By the time I had made it to my friends location, the apparition had disappeared.

We stood underneath the tree, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“What the hell did you do?” he asked. I had no answer to his question.

We crept slowly along the edge of the shadows to the road, then walked home.

Something I have learned is to respect the paranormal. And intent is everything. If we hadn’t been sneaking around like we were, perhaps we would’ve had a completely different experience. My feeling is that we stirred something up, and it reacted to us.

And, whatever it was, it wasn’t messing around. Instead it appeared to be protecting the location, ensuring that the property was safe from two people who hadn’t made their intent clear.

In all my years of ghost hunting, this remains one of the strangest and most unsettling experiences I’ve had, and it’s not one I intend to repeat. Now, I go in with an open mind and announce my intentions, ensuring that whatever spirits I encounter don’t misconstrue my curiosity for something else.

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