Grandpa Joe…

I don’t usually drink, but I’m on my second glass of bourbon.  My hands aren’t shaking so bad now, so let’s see how this goes.

I was never super close to my grandfather, to be honest – we were from very different worlds, different generations, of course.  I respected him, though.  He was truly a ‘man’s man’ – rugged, self-made, a dedicated family man.  He and my grandmother had five kids, sixteen grandkids… they had a good life, a life anyone would be proud of.  They were never rich monetarily, but they always had family, and to my grandfather, that’s what was important.

Continue reading

Not just dreams now, there’s more to them…

I’ve had more dreams – some nights they don’t wake me up, and other nights I wake up sweating and shaking.  Last night was a bad one, with that cursed portal, humming and shrieking and filling my head with fear and a deep horror.  There was something beyond it, on the other side of the portal, but I can’t be sure.. I don’t think I want to look at it, I don’t want to know.  It just sits there, hovering over that blasted, damned landscape, and I just feel terror.  I thought that was the extent of it  – I thought it was a nightmare scene, a hellish dreamscape.  Nothing like that could ever exist in the real world, right?

No Man's Land, WWI

No Man’s Land, WWI

Continue reading

Another letter with mention of Germany and the sword

I haven’t been back to the steamer trunk since the incident the other day, but I found another letter in that envelope, another sliver of information from my great-grandfather, and I know I’m going to need to go back to the trunk soon.

This was a letter from ‘Roberts’ – apparently Kevin Roberts, one of my great-grandfather’s army buddies – talking about Arthur’s death.  It seems like my great grandfather felt there was something unusual about the death, but this Roberts character is trying to convince him that it was suicide.  I know that so many terrible, real-world things happened during the war, and lots of guys came home different, couldn’t handle it, but this letter seems off somehow.  It’s trying too hard to convince my great-grandfather that nothing strange is going on, which in itself seems strange.

Continue reading

An old picture but a familiar image

I haven’t touched the steamer trunk since weird sounds the other day, but I had grabbed an envelope of old stuff to look through before that – just a stack of old documents, pictures, etc…

I started looking through them and found something weird and, to me at least, frightening.  It’s a really old picture – I’m not sure how old, but it’s definitely pre-world war II, so I’m pretty sure it’s not my great grandfather.  It’s not the people in the picture, though – it’s that familiar round shape between two of the seated gentlemen…

Gentlemen with orb?

Gentlemen with orb?

Continue reading

More paperwork – a receipt for the vampire hunting kit

I was able to get through some more of grandfather’s paperwork, thought it’s really slow going, and I came across something else strange. I believe it’s some sort of receipt for that vampire hunter’s kit. Well, not so much a receipt, as there’s no specific cost associated with it, but it’s a type-written letter that talks about ‘blessed ash stakes’, holy water, and something called ‘Powder of Ibn Ghazi’? I have no idea what that might be. It also mentions incantations and some kind of ‘special item’ as well. Based on that, I have to assume it’s referring to the vampire kit, and by the tone of the letter it’s definitely not a prop, and the guy who got it for my grandfather – ‘D’ – seems unhappy with the purchase.

Continue reading

Another piece of the puzzle – I found ‘Arthur’

Earlier I found a telegram in the steamer trunk, sent to my great-grandfather in March of 1927, letting him know that someone named Arthur was dead.  I’ve been slowly going through the stacks of documents my grandfather left me, scanning for clues, and I found the name ‘Arthur’ again! I found a really old letter addressed to my great grandfather from someone named Arthur Donahue, apparently an old army buddy, dated February 1927, a month before the telegram announcing his death.

Letter from Arthur to my great-grandfather, 1927

Letter from Arthur to my great-grandfather, 1927

Continue reading

Video of my grandfather’s Steamer Trunk

I realized that I’ve been talking about the steamer trunk that I got from my grandfather as the likely cause of whatever is happening, and that it’s pretty much stuffed with various things, but I haven’t really shown it, so I figured I’d do a video of it, now that I see I have a few followers here.  (Wow, followers…  Wasn’t really expecting that, but hello. )

First – until these things started happening to me, I thought this steamer trunk was full of junk – it’s huge and heavy and it smells like an old trunk that’s been sitting in my grandfathers basement for half a century.  The drawers are full – I mean FULL – of documents and old pictures, newspaper clippings, stuff like that.  I was just going to toss it all until I realized there may be something in there that could help me figure out what’s going on.

Continue reading

Beware of Shadows…

I’ve been slowly going through my grandfathers’ paperwork, and you have to understand, there’s a lot of it. I’m digging through everything from 1972 tax returns to index cards with my grandmother’s apple jelly recipe. It’s tedious and time consuming and I just don’t know what the hell I’m looking for or what it would even look like. It’s frustrating, and the more mundane, ordinary documents I find, the more I feel like there’s nothing here, that I’m not going to find anything that will help me figure out what is going on. And then…

I almost threw this out – it was stuffed in between a few unimportant old papers and it’s in rough shape, I was just going to toss it, but I opened it up and the words ‘Beware of shadows’ popped into my head immediately. Beware of shadows… yeah, after the past couple weeks, that’s not comforting. Not even a little bit.

Western Union telegram to my great-grandfather, 1927.

Western Union telegram to my great-grandfather, 1927.

Continue reading

An Antique Book

I’ve been digging through my grandfather’s steamer trunk more – it’s mostly World War 2 memorabilia, a ton of old newspaper clippings, a nice wedding photo of him and my grandmother, who passed away when I was eight, and some great pictures of my dad.  There are five old 8mm movies, too – they aren’t labeled but I assume they’re old family movies; I’ll see if I can get them transferred to DVD somehow.

There is also a very old looking book, small, but looking really really old.  I have no idea what it is or what it says, it’s not in any language that I recognize – not that I recognize a lot of languages, but I know it’s not Japanese, or French, or Spanish.  And probably not German, either.  This is going to sound completely stupid, because it’s just an old book and I can’t even read it, but it gives me the creeps.  Seriously.   Continue reading

I think it all started a month ago

The first time I know I saw something was July 20th.  It was a Saturday, and it was hot, and I was mowing the lawn.  I saw someone – well, I thought it was someone – walk across the driveway.  But as I looked again, I just saw the thing walking right through the hedge.  It was just a shadow, like a five foot tall shadow, that walked across the driveway in broad daylight.  I went in the house and lay down and put a cool cloth over my forehead; I told myself it was probably some kind of heat stroke, but I knew that it wasn’t.  I just knew that I had seen something… weird.  I don’t say ‘supernatural’ because what does that mean, really?  But it was weird, and unsettling, and I think it was just the beginning.

I think that it really started on Wednesday, July 10th, 2013, three weeks to the day since my grandfather Joseph passed away.  He was over eighty, and had been ill for over a year, and finally passed away in his sleep.  I felt sad, obviously; I had been as close as you can be to your octogenarian patriarch, I suppose, but I didn’t feel any deep sorrow over his death.  My parents weren’t overly distraught, either – he had been ill for over a year, as I said, and it was more or less expected, so everyone had time to make peace with it, once he passed.   Continue reading