Kamis, 10 Februari 2011

The Phantom Bird

Anyone who has ever read Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven knows that there is something terrifying about a ghoulish bird.  Birds can be somewhat frightening to begin with.  They loom over us and stare out at us with glowing eyes.  The very sound of an owl late at night can bring to mind old ghost stories and whisper of childhood fears.  At the Lincoln Inn in London, such fears are justified.

Lincoln's Inn is in the center of legal London. It is not an inn as Americans define inns. It is one of four Inns of Court in London to which attorneys are called to bar.  It has a long and dark history that lends itself well to stories of ghosts and hauntings.  Lord Antony Babington was convicted of trying to assassinate Elizabeth 1st in 1586 and he and his followers were hanged, drawn and quartered at Lincoln’s Inn.  Lord William Russel's notoriously grisly execution also took place at Lincoln's Inn.

According to legend,  a group of young men were attacked at the law offices of  Lincoln's Inn in 1913.  The young men were accosted by a giant bird.  The bird cast no shadow and when the assault was over one of the young attorney's was left dead.  Charles Appleby was found covered in claw parks and drenched in blood.  A few years later another young man, John Radlett, was found hanging in the same office. The young man had locked himself in the office and huge claw marks were found on the walls and the doors of the office.    Rumors of the phantom bird spread quickly after this and the two journalists decided the story was worth investigating.  They locked themselves into the haunted room and began their investigation.
At first, nothing happened.  In fact so much nothing happened, the investigators began playing cards and wrote the story off as local legend and folklore.   It was only when the men were relaxed that the bird struck.  The windows were flung open and the room was filled with a sound of great flapping.  The doors shut and claw marks could be seen across the floor of the haunted room.  Shortly after this, the building containing this cursed room was destroyed and the bird vanished with the building, but the story is still one of the most terrifying haunted bird stories I have heard.  It would make Alfred Hitchcock shiver. 

Senin, 07 Februari 2011

You say Aluminium lawyer, I say Aluminum

New "entities in my jurisdiction" are having shipment and product standards issues. Thank goodness Gerik thought of me to help since this is clearly in my practice area. And, lucky for him, I have no conflicts.

Dear Attorney:

We like to know if you have conflict that will prevent you from representing Gal Aluminium Company,Poland, against an entity in your jurisdiction.

This matter regards shipment and product's standard. We have explored all avenues to resolve this issue amicably,unfortunately we have not progressed as expected.

If you require the name of the opposing party to conduct your internal conflict check, please respond to our inquiry.

I look forward to recieving your mail.

Yours respectfully,

Gerik Bialy
gerikbialy@galaluminiumco.com
Gal Aluminium Company
Domaniewska 56, Warsaw 22 455 16 00
Poland
Tel:48-223983484
Tel:48-223987341
Fax:48-224853263

Life's Experiences

Well that's it for the time being. My 'proper' employment has finished until the middle of May. I'm referring to my stint as an exam invigilator at a local college and the temporary job I had at Tesco in the run-up to Christmas. And these two jobs could hardly be more different.

I love every minute I'm involved in the exams. It's a sixth form college so it's the students' choice to be there and the atmosphere is great. My other job at the supermarket was physically demanding and I don't think I've ever worked so hard in all my life.

Anyway, the point is, with such diverse environments I'm hoping to pluck a spark of inspiration from the two experiences and inject it into my writing.

I've actually had two pieces of good news this week. I came 3rd in Nottingham Writers' Club autumn short story competition and I've just found out I've been accepted in the 100 Stories For Queensland charity anthology. I think I'll celebrate with a bag of crisps from my favourite supermarket.

Minggu, 06 Februari 2011

Nightmares in the Sky

When I was young I loved books of photography.  Beautiful Death was one of my favorite books and Nightmares in the Sky was another one of my favorite books.  Nightmares in the Sky was a collection of photographs from various cities.  The photographs were of the small architectural details most people walk by without even noticing.  They are everywhere in cities.  They hide behind corners and in shadows and the average resident and tourist fails to even see them tucked away neatly in the corners of buildings.   Of course, the book focused on the gargoyles and dragons that lurk above pedestrians gazing out with hungry, stone eyes.  

Part of my passion for finding haunted places comes from my love of architecture and the art of the building.   I find these little details to be some of the most beautiful things in the world.  I can spend entire days wandering cities staring at the corner of an unknown building and photographing the strange monsters that sit forgotten on a ledge.   These photographs represent a small portion of my collection of  the nightmares I have seen in the sky, watching the world pass them by with shadowy eyes.  Not all of these are scary, but they are all haunting in their own way.  These pictures were taken in Chicago, New York, and Paris.






Jumat, 04 Februari 2011

The Green Orb

Someone told me an interesting story this week.   She had read my post about colored orbs and was very interested in the meaning behind the colors of orbs.  She said she had an experience with a green orb several years ago.  She was laying in her bed reading at night.  Her husband was asleep beside her.  She said a green orb came into the room through a door.  It hovered in her room for a few moments and then vanished as it had come.  Naturally, she was quite scared and she woke her husband to discuss the orb.   This reader had encountered unexplained things before and was able to forget about the orb fairly quickly and move on.  

However,  when she read my post about colored orbs, it brought up many questions about her experience.  The first question has to do with the nature of this orb.  Although orbs are always being debated about in the paranormal community,  they are also always in photographs.   The big debate surrounding orbs questions whether or not orbs are true indications of the paranormal or are due primarily to errors in digital photography.   This debate could in no way explain my friend's orb experience as there was no photography involved.  I should also state that this person who saw the orb is one of them most stable and reality grounded people I know.  She does not hunt for ghosts or look for the odd.  She is a person who believes in the tangible and is not prone to flights of fancy or mental illness so I believe that she saw what she saw and it wasn't due to any kind of cognitive defects or attribution bias.

A brief internet search on orbs outside of photography did nothing to help either of us explain her orb.  The only orbs seen with the naked eye were thought to be alien related rather than ghost related.    This left both of us with even more questions.  People who have claimed to see orbs in person have claimed they had alien encounters.  Although I love ghost stories,  I stay away from alien stories and am not sure how I feel about aliens.   My friend has no opinion on what the orb was but the encounter she described to me seemed more ghostly than otherworldly and I have no answers to give her.  I have really never heard of anything like this.  So I am left with more questions than answers and my friend is left to wonder what it was that drifted into her bedroom at night.  Maybe one of my brilliant readers can help shed some light on this matter?

Rabu, 02 Februari 2011

Cheng casts another line

Something tells me we have seen a variation on this one already. But it has been so quiet lately that I just had to post something. I guess I can attribute a majority of my solicitations from Martindale directory. Thanks to all those carrying the torch by posting your own emails.

From: Ms. Lynda Cheng
Subject: For Your Kind Attention: Counsel,
Date: February 2, 2011 3:12:59 PM PST
Cc: recipient list not shown: ;
Reply-To: lyndacheng01@yahoo.co.jp


For Your Kind Attention: Counsel,

My name is LYNDA W.CHENG. I am soliciting for your legal consultation against
the divorce settlement with my ex-husband (RANDY LEE CHENG) who resides in
your jurisdiction. I will be providing further information upon your request.

Can your law firm help me out? Let me know if you require consultation fee before
you advice or look at the evidence.

Your Truly,
Ms LYNDA W.CHENG

Selasa, 01 Februari 2011

Ghost Dogs of the South

It doesn't take too much to get me really excited.  I love the little things in life.  I find immense joy in a good meal and a good book.  Everything else can fall apart, but if I have the little things, I'm happy.  The little thing that brought a huge smile to my face today is the book Ghost Dogs of the South by Randy Russell and Janet Barnett.  I love ghosts, dogs, and the South so this book was made for me.  It is a collection of dog related ghost stories.  There are 20 Southern, ghost tales in this charming collection and I enjoyed them all.

My favorite one is from Mississippi and is a little bit scary.  It is the story of a charming little girl.   She is so sweet she takes a cake to her elderly neighbor for his birthday.  Her neighbor loves animals and has a house filled with cats.  When the girl delivers the cake,  the neighbor tells her there are puppies in the back yard.  She picks out a puppy and names it Buddy and the two are inseparable from then on.  The dog even sleeps with the little girl every night.  Time passes as it always does and the girl's mother notices that the bond between girl and dog are fading.  She asks the little girl why the dog isn't going with her into her room or sleeping with her at night.  The girls says that "Mildred"  hates Buddy.

The mother asks about Mildred.  The girls tells her mother that Mildred used to live in the house and she left her locket behind.  The mother was concerned.   She asked her daughter who Mildred was and the girl laughed and said that Mildred was standing behind her.   Chills went up and down the mother's spine.  She knew something had to be done and she asked her little girl for the locket.  It took some coaxing.  The girl didn't want to part with the trinket and she liked her friend Mildred, but the mother was firm and took the locket.   She took the locket out to the backyard.  Buddy followed her and together the two buried the locket far from the house where the little girl could never find it.  She dug deep.  The treasure would never be found.  Mildred was never heard from again and Buddy returned to his position on the little girl's bed and in her heart, but if it hadn't have been for Buddy the mother never would have noticed her daughter's unnatural friendship with Mildred.

I think I will post a few more of these little stories because they are so wonderful, but if you want to read all of them you may have to buy the book :).