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Cissy’s Killer


This is another personal experience, and an important one for people who may want to defend themselves against dangerous things. It highlights a few things that I don’t think I’ve stressed enough.

1. I have no fucking clue what all the different kinds of ghosts are, or what they do, and there are things that I find sometimes that simply blow every theory and piece of knowledge I thought was sound out into the wind, and then never have the courtesy to explain themselves. Things that start me from page one all over again in my understanding of ghosts.

2. Ghosts can be very, very dangerous. Especially celebrity ghosts. They’re more conscious, more unpredictable, and much, much more powerful than any other kind of spirit, because they have so much energy to burn. And they’re the ones people seek out. Let this serve as a cautionary tale: There’s some nasty stuff out there.

3. If you do encounter something really dangerous, remember that you are a weapon. The only thing that they have over you, the only tiny edge is fear, and ignorance. If you know how to fight, know how to contain a ghost, it cannot harm you. If you are unwilling, or too afraid to fight back, they can really screw with you.


Ok, so the story. the backstory for this is that I was in Scranton, Pennsylvania, a depressing city that never really seemed to recover the fact that they ran out of coal fifty years ago. I was there because it is the home of my grandparents, and formerly my father, as well as the home of my grandmother’s younger sister, Cissy. For the past few years, Cissy had been acting more and more erratic and spacey, and finally the more able bodied members of our family (my grandparents are exremely old and not very mobile) were called down to move her to an Alzheimer’s care facilty, and prepare her house for sale so that she would have enough money to live happily in a safe, clean home for the rest of her years. United Methodist Homes outside of Scranton, PA. They run a very clean, very nice establishment.

Preparing Cissy’s house was boring and hard work, though we did find a few interesting things, such as some authentic Shriner gear, an old police baton, and other things. The house had been the old family home for several generations, and it was an interesting place to be, even though it was covered in dust and smelled of old people.I had found a beautiful shining old style pen, with a nib that looked like it had never been used, though no ink. I was carrying it in my pocket at the time, proud of my successful scavenge.

We went up in the attic, cleaned out the living room, the furniture, et cetera, and amongst all this I stumbled upon a small door leading to the unfinished basement of the house. Which, apparently, for several generations, had been where my ancestors threw things when they didn’t know where to put them. On opening the door in curiosity, I was hit by an incredible wave of irrational fear that swept through me like a physical blow. I slammed shut the door and turned my face away, whimpering. I looked back into the kitchen. No one. My family was apparently up in the attic, and I was alone with the door.

Which struck me as odd, because why the hell should I be afraid of a door? I mean, it was kind of an old, musty, dark basement, but we have one of those in my house. I have been in many basements over the years, and they’ve never held any fear for me. Out of curiosity, I shifted into a different field of vision, letting my eyes unfocus and focus again, searching for tell tale colors and whisps that my mind locks onto and forms visual images out of.

The door was sheathed in total darkness, a shadow stretching across the white wood with black misty gunk. This was before I’d ever seen a wraith, or any such thing, so this color was something I’d never seen in a spirit. Spirits, generally, are a kind of semi-luminescent green color to me, though if I think about it too much it could be yellow, white, gray, or pale blue. It really doesn’t make a difference, because they’re all one color, except this whatever it was, which was black.

It was at this point that I opened the door again, ready for what I was now sure was some kind of attack. The fear hit me, and I tried to focus on the source, the knowledge that it was something alien, a manipulation, separate from me. It worked, somewhat, and I was able to peer down into the basement. Not that I could really see, the blackness extended down, and though the single electric bulb was on, in theory, I saw no sign of it in the foggy obscurity.

I carefully descended, my mind carefully tensed to sense any outside manipulation of my mood. Through a combination of luck and a good solid railing, I made it down, and the fog parted. I saw stone floor, a radiator, piles of junk. Normal basement stuff.

And the man. He was, and still is, the single most detailed, scrupulously maintained image a spirit has ever broadcast to me. His face was twisted in a grimace of rage, and one hand was shoved in the pocket of the pants he wore, the other held out, awkwardly stiff at his right side, fingers twisted and warped, as if broken, around the knife. The entirety of his image was composed of the black shadow-stuff, and it extended out behind him and around the room. The knife glimmered silver, and I’m still not sure if it was a real physical knife or something he’d carried with him into his death, a constant companion and friend in life.

He howled silently, mouth opening impossibly wide, full of scrupulously neat rows of perfect ebony teeth. His cheeks tore away, and he ran. Instinctively, I held up my arm, and my other hand pulled itself free from my pocket, still holding the pen. It left my pocket point down, and the sharp tip sliced across the underside of my raised arm, spilling a little blood on the floor.

The spirit balked, just a moment, and I swung my bleeding arm back and forth, spreading blood between us, a line in the sand. The shadow wreathed him, and he melted away into it, features and extremities stretching and twisting into the mist. he lashed out, through holes in the makeshift defense I’d created. sending me sprawling onto the hard stone floor several times. I made a circuit of the room, now bleeding from hands, from knees, from my arm, leaving drops where I went, creating as clear a circle as I could, infusing it with my will. Finally it was complete, and I was back at the stairs. He was trapped in the basement room, and I felt the irrational fear no longer, though a lot of my fear at this point was entirely me.

I did not try to destroy this spirit. I did not try to break the circle. as far as I know, he’s still down there, or perhaps moved on to bigger and better things. Despite all evidence, I’m convinced that this thing, whatever it was, contributed to my great aunt’s descent into Alzheimer’s oblivion. I hope never to see it again, but still I am curious. So many unanswered questions remain, and I still do not know what it was, or is, I guess. My closest guess would be some kind of celebrity spirit/wraith or nightmare. it had the coloring of a wraith, that tell tale black flowy composition, the emotional manipulation of a nightmare, and the physical power of a celebrity ghost. I don’t understand it at all, and probably never will.

The lesson to take from all this is be aware of your weapons. The blood in your veins is a powerful symbol for you, and all humans. A line, a drop, a stain of blood is more significant than anything else in our society, in our animal instincts. Never think you are without defense. Act calmly, if you can, in the face of unseen or ununderstood danger. And remember how to draw a circle.

Clairaudience is one of the more common forms of Ectomancy, as far as can be determined. It is a fairly broad category, as the degree of the ability, as well as how it shows itself, varies widely. Clairaudients hear ghosts.

This is not to be confused with hearing voices of ghosts, or auditory manifestation. Clairaudience sense the presence of spirits through their ears, but they do not receive constant messages. A “whispering sound” may be heard, but generally not distinct words. Most commonly, a kind of auditory static, or hissing, is experienced, as well as a feeling of pressure in the ears when walking near a spirit.

Circle Charms

One of the easiest direct ways to get rid of a ghost that you know, or think you know, is there is through the use of a circle charm.

The concept is that since ghosts are stopped by the idea of a barrier, you can create a barrier simply by imagining one, if there is a symbolic entity to denote the boundary.

I call this a circle charm, but it could just as easily be a triangle charm, square charm, or what have you. I’ve just noticed that people tend to be able to draw nearer-to-perfect circles than any other shape.

Step one, enclose yourself in a drawn circle. You can use chalk, pencil, or even string or a line drawn in sand. What matters is that the circle be enclosed and unbroken, and that you are in it (along with whatever spirit you want to trap).

Step two: The tricky step. You have to imagine that the circle you’ve drawn is a barrier, a force field. Put your hands out to the edge of the barrier and imagine you can feel it pushing back. Close your eyes and see it shimmering there, concentrate on that image, truly believe it to be there.

Step three. Carefully step out of the circle, and imagine the barrier pulling back at you as you step through, closing shut behind you. Do not break the circle in any way.
And that’s it. If performed correctly, the ghost will be left behind within the circle, trapped until the circle is broken. At this point, you could choose to move on to banishing the spirit, getting rid of it entirely, or if you’re not the destroying type, you could perform this charm in an out of the way area, and simply leave the ghost there and go home, or back to your life, or whatever. It is a common misconception that parasitic ghosts will “haunt” a particular person. In reality, this is only because the person is the most desirable target at the time. If you leave, the ghost will, when released, just wander until it finds another host.

One more thing that is sometimes used as a back up to a circle charm is leaving an anathema suited to the particular ghost inside the circle. This will strengthen the hold the circle has on the ghost, and even a weak circle will hold a ghost for long enough for you to get away.

So before I get back to posting a few more interesting stories, I thought I might throw out a little bit of information on the living spirit. Please note that to avoid religious misunderstanding, I will try to avoid use of the word soul, as definitions of that word vary so widely that I’ll end up offending somebody.

The living spirit is essentially a person’s ghost, before they die. When a person’s body passes away, the spirit is left behind to exist on its own for a while. before death, however, the spirit exists within a person’s body.

There are a few vital differences between a living spirit and a deceased one. For one thing, the energy that holds spirits together is being continuously supplied to a living spirit, so they exist indefinitely. Secondly, the spirit does not have an independent consciousness from the body it inhabits. Essentially, your spirit is your consciousness, or the part of it that matters, and it should be considered a part of you rather than anything separate.

The spirit is highly resilient to harm, but emotional trauma can harm it, and a parasite can drain it of energy. A telltale sign of a damaged, flagging spirit is a state of mental exhaustion, tiredness not brought on by the body or direct psychological stress, but simple emotional drain.

Usually, the spirit of a person will mimic the body that they’re in. this makes it all but invisible to myself and other clairvoyants, though other ectomancers who pick up signals from nearby entities in a more indirect way will often be able to pinpoint a living spirit if the person is alone. In a crowded area, the signals from living beings are often filtered out as static, allowing ghosts to be sensed and singled out as abnormal signals.

Sometimes, however, a person has a clearly distinct image of themself, separate from their living body. When a person truly, honestly believes that they way they should be is different than the way they look, their spirit will often reflect that. For instance, people with lost limbs will often have a spiritual “ghost limb” coming from the stump of the missing one. The mind still believes it should be there, subliminally, so it is reflected in the spirit. Another quite common instance is people who are transgendered. If they truly believe that they are the incorrect sex, their spirit will be at disharmony with their physical body, often quite drastically different. From my standpoint, this fact adds quite a bit of credence to the fact that a person’s gender can be different from their physical sex, but I would like to avoid a political argument with any who disagree, so I will leave it at that.

Emily’s Bridge

Hello everyone. it’s been suggested that, to add a bit more spice to this blog, I should add a section on my own personal experiences with the ghostly world. I think this might be a good idea, both to generate a few more hits as well as give people examples of what to do and what not to do.
My encounter at Emily’s Bridge was the first time I’d tried investigating a well known “haunted location” and also my first time coming into contact with a celebrity ghost. Emily’s Bridge is located in Vermont, and it is the place to go for a thrill, or if your friends dare you to. The legend goes that Emily was a young bride-to-be who was tricked into eloping by her paramour, and left abandoned at a covered bridge in the woods. Despairing, Emily hanged herself over the bridge, and haunts the area to this day, seeking violent revenge on her would-be lover, or anyone that kind of looked like him. People had reported long scratches left in their cars (locked, heated, well lit vehicles being the perfect ghost hunting conveyance for many) and strange noises and screams from the bridge when they flashed headlights, threw rocks, and generally tried to provoke the ghost.

Coming to the bridge, it didn’t much look the part. The high sun (hunting ghosts at noon is kind of my thing) and the pleasant warm summer breeze didn’t exactly lend a spooky atmosphere to the rotting little bridge, and I sat down at one of the benches that lined the interior of the bridge and examined the scratches left along the inside. There were always four, leaving long gouges in the wood, and I wondered if they could have been made by someone with a pocketknife instead of a ghostly demon-woman.

I settled back in my seat, let out a long breath, and began to concentrate on my vision. At that time, it took me upwards of ten minutes to fully shift to my clairvoyant senses, and even then the connection was tenuous, and any sharp movement would snap me back out. I’ve improved since then, but it was infuriating at the time.

Once I finally managed to get focused on the blurred form about fifteen feet away from me, I gasped and nearly lost focus. Carefully calming myself, I examined the extraordinary spirit. Emily was facing away from me, staring out over the water, wearing a simple dark dress. Her hair was done up in a pair of country-girl braids, and she looked younger than me (I was fifteen at the time). I could see a rope wrapped around the back of her neck, which was stretched and twisted at a harsh angle, evidently from the hanging. I’d never seen a ghost before that brought props into the afterlife.

For a while, I pondered what to do. The ghost had not, evidently, noticed my voyeurism yet, and to truly test if the myths rang true about Emily’s Bridge I would need some way to provoke the ghost. Slowly, carefully as to not break myself out of the correct Sight, I picked up a large stone, and tossed it through Emily’s head into the river. She turned, slowly.

Emily’s face was a nightmare. it was sunken and rotten, her tongue jutted out, fat and distended, and her eyes opened wide and blank, with neither pupil nor iris. I stood, still keeping an eye on the ghost.

its hands unfolded from beside the dress, and for the first time I saw how disturbingly wrong they were. Each of her fingers were easily a foot long in full, with knobbly joints and wicked nails. Her mouth opened wide around her bloated tongue in a silent scream, and she came at me directly.

Her form lost focus as she began to move too rapidly for my vision to keep up, and she disappeared entirely. As I backed up a step, terrified, I felt the wind whistle like someone had whipped a thin stick very fast, the sound of cutting air, and my cheek felt wet.

I turned and ran, hearing that sound once more at my back as I went, running until I could not see the bridge and all the way out of the wood.

Later on, I looked in the mirror. Thin gashes had opened up in my cheek, fine and exact but not deep enough for serious damage. The same had happened to my left shoulder as I’d ran. My shirt was slit as cleanly as if it had been done with sharpened scissors. That encounter was the first and so far, only time I have been attacked physically by a spirit manifesting, and I would advise all who wish to go to Emily’s Bridge to go with caution.


I know very little for sure about wraiths. I have only seen them in the city of Boston, where I recently moved to go to college, though they may exist elsewhere. One in particular, in the Boston commons, seems to have gained somewhat of a reputation as a well known ghost, but it does not seem stronger for it.

Wraiths are baffling entities, because they seem to be existing as inactive spirits, but survive indefinitely. They also seem to be physically manifesting continuously. The area around a wraith will be several degrees colder than the surroundings, most noticeable directly next to the entity, and growing plants and flora seem to have difficulty growing in the cooled area.

Wraiths appear enormous, towering over all other spirits, and formless as smoke. They are unique in appearance as they appear black, rather than the pale monochrome I normally see ghosts as, and they are not transparent at all. They move in a liquid manner, flowing as if made up of a huge curtain or cloak of fabric, and have no discernable facial features or limbs.

Other spirits avoid wraiths, even predatory hunters.

I do not know if wraiths are harmful to living humans, though they should probably be avoided. They do not appear to follow humans as parasites do, or interact with spirits.

My only working theory for how they continually exist is that they somehow drain the surroundings, the world itself of residual energy. I cannot explain how.

To avoid confusion, celebrity ghosts are not the ghosts of living celebrities, though they could be. Celebrity ghosts are a kind of active spirit that seem to thrive off the knowledge that they exist directed to them by living humans. Essentially, they seek attention and fame, and the more people come to look for them and think about them, the more energy is unconsciously given off that the ghost seems to be able to absorb.

Of all ghosts, celebrities seem to have and use the most energy. They manifest regularly, usually around groups of people, and have a very defined, often unique appearance that they maintain. They often conform to the image that people have of them, have very distinct, detailed features, and manifest visually to show them off. They are the only kind of ghost that seems to be able to direct their energy to destroy other spirits, as they often do so to defend themselves against hunter spirits.

They are more animated than any other ghost, moving arms and legs to simulate regular, living movement, rather than just coasting around.

Celebrity ghosts are often well known and have a staked territory where they exist, such as a “haunted house” or other such area.

Celebrity ghosts can be a danger to humans in a physical sense, capable of manipulating objects in the physical world and potentially harming a person. They will never leave their staked territory, however, so leaving is the best defense.

They are particularly distracted by mirrors as an anathema, and can be lured around a building with one.

It is a good idea not to try provoking a celebrity ghost into manifesting. They often will, and occasionally will attempt violence.

Hunter spirits are predatory, draining energy in a manner similar to Nightmares and other parasites, but rather than human hosts, they appear to feed on inactive or active spirits. When a hunter attacks a spirit, it will appear to pounce upon the spirit and begin to eat it in a manner similar to a predatory creature.

Since spirits are a very finite source of energy, Hunters need many potential targets. They appear to be territorial in some way, attacking other hunters as a priority over inactive spirits, though the latter would be easier prey. Hunter spirits appear nearly exclusively in areas of dense population, because of the abundance of inactive spirits for prey.

Hunter spirits are not a threat to living humans.

Hunters appear to walk on all fours, usually humanoid but with teeth and claws. Usually they have no visible eyes, and are often wearing defined clothing, uncommon among ghosts.

I theorize that hunter spirits are those who murdered other people in life, and became obsessed with killing. They are attracted to weapons as anathema, though they do not stay on them for long, as they don’t give them a source of energy.

Hunter spirits do not attack Wraiths and are often destroyed by celebrity ghosts.

Clairvoyancy is a form of ectomancy in which a person can shift their vision to see ghostly entities, whether consciously or unconsciously. The ghosts generally appear as monochromatic, semi-opaque forms that appear to be placed “on top of” the rest of the world. Clairvoyancy may happen to a person whose dominant sense is eyesight, and whose other senses are somehow impaired. It is important to note that a genuine clairvoyant will never be able to communicate with ghosts, hear them speaking to them, or anything besides see them, unless subject to a manifestation of that ghost, in which case all others in the area will experience the same phenomena.

An inexperienced clairvoyant may take several minutes of intense concentration to shift his or her vision to be able to see ghosts.

Clairvoyancy is a frequently faked form of ectomancy.

A manifestation is any kind of influence a spirit has on the physical world. This does not include a parasitic draining of energy, since that energy only exists in an “idea” sense and not a physical sense.

Manifestations are among the most difficult to explain concepts I’ve witnessed, as it doesn’t seem like they should be possible. A ghost is just the “idea” of a person, therefore they should never, under any circumstances, be able to do anything physically, like vibrating air to create voices, noises, moving objects, or anything.

Nonetheless, they do, occasionally or in some cases, quite frequently. I do not know why.

Most all manifestations occur from a Celebrity Ghost seeking attention, though inactive spirits have been known to manifest once or twice around loved ones it remembers from its past life. Manifestations seem to cost a lot of energy, and therefore are generally short, and followed by a period of recovery, or, in the case of an inactive spirit, accelerated decay. Celebrity ghosts generally manifest to gain attention, and therefore energy, in whatever way they do from the attention given to them.

General trends in manifestations include the mimicking of a human voice through apparently vibrating the air, short bursts of physical force, such as knocking an object around, and bending light in such a way that the ghost appears to have physical form to anyone looking. Sustained manipulation of any physical object or substance seems incredibly difficult for a ghost, so instances of hovering objects, etc are probably fabricated.

One of the major problems with researching manifestations is that so much of it is fabricated, much like researching forms of ectomancy. For every one real case of a celebrity ghost manifesting for attention, there are probably five living humans doing things for a similar reason.