The Gracey Manor Project

The following excepts came from a small, leather bound journal that was found on November 1st, 2015 under a park bench in the small township of Liberty Square.  They are finally being released here on this Blogspot page and shed very little light on the inactivity and whereabouts of the blogger known as Zangz.


"October 30th, 2015. 11:35 PM.
I'm out of my mind excited for the adventure ahead.  I've spent tonight packing all relevant materials that I think I need and trying to fit them into my travel bags.  It was a bit tricky, but I think I got all squared away.

Though, I'll try and get some sleep tonight to survive the 4 AM wake up call to get to the airport tomorrow, I'm pretty sure my mind will be racing with thoughts of the personal investigation of the infamous Gracey Manor that I'll be taking myself on in just a couple of days!  Located on the East Coast in the small quaint town of Liberty Square, the mansion is ranked up there with the likes of Myrtles Plantation, The Whaley House and The Winchester Mystery House as one of the most reportedly haunted houses in the world.

To say that I'm not a little nervous about the lack of experience that I have when it comes to paranormal research would be a lie.  I cannot afford all the bells and whistles that all of the reality show investigators use, but I'll be one up on them as I've purchased a book called The Necronomicon that may just help me summon up some spiritual activity.

It's late and Im tired and I have to get up in a few hours to catch my flight.  I'll journal more tomorrow.

Zangz."

"October 31st, 2015.  8:15 AM.
We are over the rain clouds now and heading east on a Southwest flight that is experiencing a little turbulence, but nothing unsettling.  In a few hours I will be touching down and then heading to the town of Disney Springs, located a few miles southwest of Liberty Square, where I will meet up with an internet friend who's helped me out with a lot of the research on this project.  His name is Jack Lindsey and his grandfather opened a bar made out of an old airplane hanger.  Good drinks and good food will be had there.

Luckily I did end up having a pretty sound sleep last night.  As soon as my head touched the pillow, I was out like a light.  I did have a very odd dream, though.  I dreamt that I awoke from my slumber to witness a transparent woman, in a bride's dress, floating above me, holding an axe.  I couldn't move or speak as I was completely frozen in my bed.  I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was alone in the dark room.  Sleep paralysis can be pretty crazy from what I hear.  That was the first time I've ever experienced it.  Odd, huh?

I think I'll try to make heads or tales of some of these odd symbols in this Necronomicon book while the flight lasts.  More later.

Zangz."

"October 31st, 2015.  11:30 PM.
What a fun and enlightening evening.  I'm resting at my hotel now.  After the flight I headed to Disney Springs to meet with Jack.  Disney Springs was at one time a quaint little neighborhood that has wonderfully expanded into a commercial mecca without loosing the small town charm.  I met up with Jack at his Hanger Bar and we had a great time.  Jack has taken the bar his grandfather opened many moons ago and expanded on it with a kitchen with excellent food and local microbrews.  It is filled with a lot of his grandfather's mementos and tokens from his piloting travels dating back as far as the 1040's.

After a good, hearty meal and some brewskis, Jack regaled me with a lot of the crazy history of Gracey Manor.

Built in the late 18th century the huge Dutch Gothic Revival house was going to be the home of a Jebodiah Crawley, a man as mysterious as the house itself.  Little is known about him but, there were rumors that he acquired his great wealth through nefarious means.  There were even rumors that he was into black magic.  The house would not be finished in his lifetime as the township hanged him for crimes that are not very clear or documented in historical notes.

The half built mansion stood vacant and unoccupied for a few years until another man of great wealth, Yale Gracey, purchased the land and restarted the construction on the great manse.

Yale was the son of a of a shipping magnet, Captain Gustav Gracey.  Gustav started his shipping empire when he was in his early 40's and seemed to come out of nowhere, quickly monopolizing the entire Rivers of America and what is now known as Lake Buena Vista trade lines.  Although he made his home in the deep south in the township of New Orleans Square on an old plantation home, much of his empire was on the east coast.  He rarely made trips out east and let his son, Yale, oversee the operation.  Gustav saw the opportunity of the half built house in Liberty Square and purchased it as an engagement present for Yale and his fiancé, Elizabeth.

Gustav's competitors and enemies, which there were many, created what was believed to be a rumor that Gustav was actually the great, feared pirate, Captain Blood in his younger years.  The scheme was to discredit him and eventually lead to an argument between him and a drunken patron at a pub in New Orleans Square that ended with Gustav on the fatal end of a bullet.

Yale inherited his father's business and fortune.  Unlike Gustav, Yale was very much liked by the people who he did business with as well as the community of Liberty Square.  He reinvested in the township during the completion of what would be called Gracey Manor.  He put a good deal of money into local businesses such as the Liberty Street Tavern and the Momento Mori Funeral Parlor. In fact, Yale struck up a deal with the funeral parlor by opening up several acres of his property for the burial of outcasts, the unwanted and people of diabolic background.  It turned out to be a sort of  upgraded Potters Field for the bodies that no-one else would burry.

The mansion was completed in the heart of the Victorian times.  Along with the massive graveyard, it became the focal point of Liberty Square.  It was finished just in time for Yale to marry his fiancé, Elizabeth.

The rest of the story is sketchy at best. and has many variations and turns.  One story goes that on the wedding night there was a horrible accident where Elizabeth accidentally suffocated when she locked herself in a crate in the attic playing hide and seek with Yale.  He immediately tail spined into a state of depressive madness and hung himself in the foyer.  Another story tells that Elizabeth was a black widow, con artist who had axe murdered a few other wealthy husbands with decapitation prior to meeting Yale.  Sadly, Yale became one of her victims.  Yet another story tells of the couple getting involved with a spiritualist, Madame Leota, who sucked Yale's fortune dry as Elizabeth's interest in the occult grew with Leota's influence.  There was some sort of poisoning that took place, ending Elizabeth and Yale's lives.  Leota was then decapitated by the ghost of Elizabeth.  In any case, all of these people did, historically exist and are buried on the property.

After the death of Yale Gracey the house had few occupants that stayed very long.  The funeral parlor that was next door bought the property, trying to expand their business with a far bigger building.  This lasted a few years, but closed down when they went under investigation of inappropriate business practices with the deceased.  It was also a mental institution for a very short period.  It seemed that the patients went even madder after time spent there.

The house has been vacant since the early 1900's.  It is owned by the township of Liberty Square and is protected as a historical landmark.  Although it is publicized that trespassing is greatly frowned upon, many interested tourists sneak their way onto the property doing their own ghost hunts.  Many come up with nothing, some have actually encountered paranormal activity and some have disappeared completely.  So there's all sorts of craziness coming out of the history of the house.

Tomorrow night I'll be doing my own investigation of Gracey Manor.  I can't friggin' wait!

That's why I'm hitting the bed and heading to snoresville.  More to come tomorrow for sure!

Zangz."

"November 1st, 2015. 9 PM.

I took and Uber to Liberty Square.  The driver didn't want to hang around after dropping me off in front of the grand house.  In fact he took off without charging me anything.

The first thing I noticed is how Gracey Mansion overlooks this township.  It's built on a hill and shadows over this small burg.  For being such an old and abandoned house, it seems pretty sturdy and well kept.  It's red bricked facade is neat and tidy, but is overshadowed by its size and imposing architecture.

There is no-one else here.  The smell is musty and wet, and the foliage creates odd shadows against the house's facade.  I feel that it is looking down on me, peering down and judging me.  It sizing me up and judging me the weaker.  Its plotting against me.

I'm creeping myself out and need to stay on the task at hand.  Jack gave me a skeleton key that opens a second grand entrance to the foyer located to the western side of the house.  I'll have to traverse through some of the graves and crypts to reach it.  Here goes nothing.

Zangz."

"November 1st, 2015.  9:15 PM
The walk up to the foyer entrance was interesting to say the least.  Many of the graves where ornate and reflected something about the past life of its occupant.  There was one in particular that got my attention.  It was sculpted into the shape of a grand organ.  As I passed by it, I swear I could hear organ music playing from within the crust itself.  My mind is playing games with me now.

Right before I reached the door, I noticed the grave of the spiritualist, Madame Leota, who, perhaps, is a big part of the history of the house.  Her faces painstakingly carved into the stone itself.  It so realistic that I think that I saw it blink at me.  The shadows are playing tricks at this time of night.  I shake it off and I'm building up courage to try the lock on the foyer door.

Zangz"

November 1st, 2015.  9:30 PM.
I'm in!  The lock worked and I'm in the foyer.  I'm excited, but at the same time troubled as I've run into my first big glitch.  The foyer door closed behind me due to the wind and I can't seem to get it back open.  I've been here in the dark for a few minutes with only my cell phone light helping me.  My service is out and I still intend to investigate the house.  The moonlight thought the few windows help me out.  I can make out the curtains and woodwork are still intact.  There is a framed picture of who I can only guess is Yale Gracey. He's portrayed as a handsome, yet sad and greatly aging gentleman in the portrait.  I'm going to wait a bit and see if I can get the doors open.

Zangz."

"November 1st, 2015.  10 PM.
Well, first of all, I can't get the door back open.  Second, nothing has happened.  Nothing Odd, nothing spooky and nothing paranormal.  Still no connections with my cell, the connection is still out.  The light works fine without using up too much battery power.  Perhaps the battery is being saved due to the odd cold that has suddenly entered the foyer.  Batteries work better in the cold correct?

I think I'll have to move things along.  If I can't get out this way, I'll just have to move forward and see where I can get to.  Since the night is somewhat of a flub, I think I'll see if I can't stir a little cation up by reading some of the Necronimicon out load.  I can't see much going that wrong since the night already seems to be a bit of a bust.

Zangz."

"November 1st, 2015.  10:10 PM
Things have started to get interesting!!  After reading a particular passage in the book, "Klaatu, barrada, nicto" a secret door opened up and led me into a hallway where paintings started to transform, busts of human heads glared at me, no matter which way I went and an old harpsichord started to play by itself.  Looks like things are coming alive here in the house.  I think I've had enough for the night though.  I think I'll look for a way out.

Zangz."

"November 1st, 2015.  10:40 PM.
Who the frell designed this house?  I've been franticly trying to find a way out as all this craziness is happening around me.  I ran down a hallway where every closed door had banging coming from it.  Even the wallpaper seems to be watching me.  I can hear some party music coming from the second story.  Maybe someone up there can help.

Zangz."

"November 1st 2015.  11 PM.
This just keeps getting more and more maddening!  Im on the second floor and I still can't find a way out.  And every time I try and find where the music is coming from, I come to a dead end.

That's not all.  I think I saw an apparition of a woman's head in a crystal ball.  It was sitting on a table in what looked like a seance room.  I only glimpsed it for a second, but It looked kind of familiar to me.  I can't place it right now because I can hear the music again and I'm going to head that way.

Zangz"

"November 1st, 2015.  11:47 PM.
My writings will never be able to fully articulate what my mortal eyes have just bore witness too.  I can tell you this, the dead do indeed walk among the living world.  They dance, they sing, they celebrate birthdays and they drunkenly swing on candelabras.  This place is crazy.  I'm going to head up a second set of stairs and try and hide and take refuge until the sun rises.

Zangz."

"November 2nd, 2015  12:30 AM.
I'm up in the attic and hiding behind some old victorian travel cases trying not to let her notice me.  She suddenly appears, floats about holding and axe, as though she's hunting for something or someone, then she disappears for a short time.  She's dressed in a wedding gown.  She hasn't noticed me yet.  There a window I think I might be able to squeeze out of and climb down some trees to the graveyard below.  I've gotta get out of here before I loose me mind.

Zangz."

"November 2nd, 2015.  12:45 AM.
The fall either sprained or book my foot.  I was never a great climber.  Im moving as quickly as I can with the limited mobility throughout the stones.  The yard is gated and I can't climb it.  There's more of them down here on the grounds.  The undead.  The spirits.  They flay about me.  Sing around me.  Laugh and tease me.  They want me to join them.  Every path I go there's a emaciated, translucent being blacking my way out.  They're everywhere.  I'm not getting out.  I'm to tired.  My foot hurts too much.  I'm to become one of them.

Zangz."

"Not sure what the date or time is....
Lost my sanity roll..........I'm number 1,000.

Zangz.

Still Here?

All is not yet lost....

There may be new life here....


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Zangz's Yearly Haunted Attraction Review 2015

It's getting more and more difficult to squeeze in time and spending money to visit these wonderful dens of darkness every year.  Back in the day I was able to fit in quite a few during the Halloween season.  Sadly, as time passes, schedules get more clustered and prices on everything go up.

Luckily, I was able to squeeze a good one in this weekend when I grabbed my buddy, Mr. Bones, and headed south to a place called......

Abandoned Haunted House Complex - Our last visit to this Haunt was a couple of years back when it first opened.  You can read my review HERE.  

The freaky folks  at Abandoned have a special treat for the people that get there around opening time.  They have a whole big production pre show that includes a giant video screen that plays a creepy, prison themed video that goes over the rules and regulations of the house.  There's also a countdown clock on the screen counting the minutes before the haunt opens and all hell breaks loose.  Once it hits zero, explosions go off, flames shoot into the sky and then the doors under the screen swing open, unleashing dozens of denizens of the dark ones who swarm the guests waiting outside.  They just keep coming  and coming out the door.  The buzz of chainsaws rip through the night's air.  Demonic laughter and shrieks can be heard within the line of customers.  It's quite the beautiful experience.  So, I suggest you get there early to witness this grand parade the macabre that has become a bit of a tradition to Abandoned.

The haunt itself has gone through a few improvements since the last time we visited.  They've added a lot more rooms as well as upgrading the scenery within the last couple of years.  There was a great amount of variety when it came to the areas of the haunt.  We went through rooms that looked like traditional, old Haunted House rooms, but there was a lot more.  Some of the other areas included a haunted mine, a post apocalyptic subway system, a swamp, a mad carnival (complete with the severed heads of demonic clowns that hung from the ceiling that you had to traverse).  There was also the funeral parlor with an attendant who really wanted us to invest in our futures.

It was evident that they really invested more in the detail of the sets.  I remember that last time going through there were rooms with little else but barrels.  This time around every room and area had a theme and a purpose.

In even better news, it looks like this haunt is growing quite quickly.  On our way in, going through the line, it looked as though they wear building another addition to the building.  There was also s sign advertising a corn maze for the 2016 season (there's a cornfield behind the haunt).  Looks like things will only get better.

The price is still $20 a shot ($30 if you want the fast pass treatment).  I was a little skeptical of the price last year.  But, this year I think it is warranted.  The haunt took a good solid 30 minutes to get through and with all the improvements and concentration to detail these folks have put in for the last year or so, this is a pretty solid haunt that is already taking advantage of it's potential.  I'll be keeping my eye on it in the future to see how it will grow.

A great, creeptastic time was had by all.  Mr. Bones was also quite impressed.

In other Halloweenesque related stuff and things.....

I'm still working on my Halloween visit to the infamous Gracey Manor in Liberty Square this coming November 1st.  I'm no seasoned paranormal investigator, but I'm still working on my game plan on my investigation of the reportedly haunted house.  I do not have all of the electronic gadgets and equipment that most of the professional ghost hunters work with.  But, I do have a copy of  a book called Necronomicon.  My understanding is that all I'll  have to do is read from it and that will stir up some activity.  Let's hope that works out well.


In less Halloween and more geeky news, the final poster for Star Wars: The Force Awakens has been released today.  It can be viewed HERE.

There are three things I would like to point out about this poster.  First, it's wonderful and is in true tradition of a lot of the Star Wars posters that have come before.  

Second, I find it interesting that all of the main cast are represented in the poster except one.  Where's Luke Skywalker?  My understanding was that the plot of the movie revolved a lot in a search for his character.  Are they trying to keep something about his character a secret?  Is he not that pivotal of a character in this episode of the saga?  Perhaps he's important, but not in that much of the picture.  Lots of conjecture there.  

Third, I think the folks at Lucasfilm have finally revealed the look of the super weapon the First Order (new remnant of the Glactic Empire)will be using to destroy planets.  In the upper right hand corner of the poster you can see something that resembles what looks like a more organic Death Star.  Is this the rumored Starkiller Base?  From what I can tell it's an actual planet that has Death Star like weaponry built within it.  While this looks pretty cool, I do worry a bit that they are using a lot of ideas that have been used before.  I'm hoping for a storyline that is original and different from anything we've seen in the Star Wars universe before.  I agree that it better have that old school Star Wars feel to it.  I truly believe that JJ and Kennedy want that as well.  I'm just hoping that I don't get that, "I've seen all of this before" feel that I got towards the end of Phantom (Space battle against the command center, anyone?)  I could be wrong.  And I'm still anticipating the hell out of this movie as is the entire geek world.  I know in my heat of hearts that they'll do a darn fine job.  I just want to get that old school Star Wars feeling with something fully original.


That's it for now.  Keep your eyes open because we're knee deep in the season of the undead.

Until next time, stay vertical!

Zangz.

The Witch's Ride

Even though I've always been a fan of ghost stories and tales of paranormal activities, in most of my forty plus years on this earth I've never had any personal experience that has ever occurred that has ever really been a  real creep out.... until recently.

Sure, I've been plenty spooked by haunted attractions and some horror movies, but not anywhere as much as the experience I had a week ago in the dark, wee hours of the morning while laying in bed.

I was in a state of sleep with my head under the covers when I was awoken by the feeling that a person was getting into bed beside me.  I could feel the covers being pulled and weight being put on the left side of my bed.  Instead of being able to get up and see what was going on I found myself unable to move or speak.

I seemed to have just enough strength to peek out form below the covers, but all I could barley see was the pitch black darkness of my room.  My head found its way back below the covers.  That's when I could hear it's breathing to the left of me.  It sounded as though it was right up in my left ear, but I could feel no breath.

The breathing seemed loud and forced and got louder as I could feel some sort of pressure coming from the left of me.

Once the breathing got louder I could feel my body being pushed to the right side of the bed.  Slower and slower I reached the side of the bed where there is a wall.  Would I be crushed against the wall beside my bed?

At this point there was a palpable loud vibration coming from where the breathing was originally coming from.

Then it all stopped at once.

I found myself able to move and come up from the covers to see a dimly lit room, nowhere near as dark as it was during the "haunting".

I sat up in bed, slightly shaken, but ultra terrified as suppose I was supposed to be.  I guess I was able to rationalize that the experience was a full, blown, no holds barred witches ride, medically known as 

Hypnagogia.  I actually found it slightly entertaining in a very odd way.  I considered it a mind projected virtual reality haunting.  Now if only I could find a way to bottle it and sell it as a the next level of haunted attraction.  Brouhaha....

I'm hoping to visit a haunt or two next weekend, so look out for a review next time around.

Until then, stay vertical.

Zangz.

Something Different in the Darkness: Original Theming In the Haunt Industry.

During my days of rampant visits to haunted attractions of the Halloween seasons past, I visited many a haunt that kept their theming very simple.  A haunted trail or haunted house would be just that.  Walking amongst a dark wooded area or musty walls where all sorts of different creatures, mutants, axe murderers and witches would jump out at you.  No backstory.  No background.  No theme.  Just a good old fashioned free for all.  And I'm fine with just that.  I can see where haunters like to keep their options open and don't want to be bogged down with a set theme.

But, I will say this.  I have to admire haunters who decide to put a theme to their haunts in a bid to think outside of the box.  If you're a big enough entity to afford the licensing of some big name horror movies and characters, you've got a leg up on the competition.  Great for you.  But, there are plenty of haunters out there that bring their own stories and characters into their haunts and that is where I'm particularly impressed.

Lets take a YouTube look at some haunted attractions that put together their own stories of the macabre into haunts.

TheDentSchoolhouse On YouTube (subscribe and give them a Like.)

The Dent School House in Cincinnati Ohio is an actual old school house that has been transformed into one of the midwest's best known haunted attractions.  It's based on a backstory where a psychotic maintenance man went on a murder spree quite awhile back.  Now his ghost and those of many of the students haunt the walls of the old school.

Inside The Magic  On YouTube (subscribe and give them a Like.)

Not all of the Haunted Attraction houses that appear at Universal Studios' Halloween Horror Nights can be themed around their usual franchised staples (Walking Dead, Halloween, The Purge).  They do still step out of their comfort level to bring attraction fans houses from outside of the box.  One such haunt was based off of an old Hispanic legend of La Llorona - The Weeping Woman.  The ghost of a beautiful woman who drowned her two children.

Them Park Adventure On YouTube (subscribe and give them a Like.)

Knotts Berry Farms Theme park's Halloween showcase, known as Knotts Scary Farm doesn't have any access to already existing franchises or licensing that its competition has.  So all of their haunts have to have original theming and storylines.  This one featured is a pretty original idea.  We've become accustomed to the ghost searcher reality shows that have become commonplace within our pop culture.  This haunt brings you on one such paranormal investigation where everything goes horribly wrong.  This show has some pretty over the top (of your head) special effects.  Can you brave Paranormal Inc.?


That will be it for today.  Until the next time, keep your eyes in the back of your heads during the season of dark magic.  You never know what is keeping their eyes on you!

Stay vertical.

Zangz.

Return to the Dark Fantastical

The wait is over!  The autumnal spirits have arisen my imagination and creativity out of its slumber, like the living dead crawling their way out of ancient graves.  Too soon to pontificate upon the coming Halloween season? Never!

Not only has the Halloween season sparked my enthusiasm for the genres of the fantastical, there are a few exciting things on the horizon.  One big one is of course the upcoming Star Wars, Episode VII: The Force Awakens.  It's been a decade since we last saw a new Stars Wars film on the big screen.  The prequels weren't exactly what we were all hoping for.  But, with JJ Abrams at the helm with backing from Kathleen Kennedy and the Disney folks, I think we're in for a real treat.  If the last few seconds of this trailer don't produce a tear in your eyes, then I hate to be the one to inform you of the fact that you were born without a soul.

Just prior to that big screen religious experience there will be a certain British agent who will be hot on the trail of a classic old nemesis in the upcoming James Bond movie SPECTRE.  Daniel Craig reprises the role of Bond and Christof Waltz may be portraying the main villain.  Could he possibly playing the infamous Ernst Stavro Blofeld?  We won't know until November 8th.

There's yet another event coming up that I'm particularly excited about.  My family is taking my niece on an adventure to the House of Mouse down South.  As an uncle it will be a blast to see the magic from the perspective of a four year old.  But, as you'd guess, one of the things I'm most excited about is doing some paranormal investigation at Gracey Manor.  If you recall from my Halloween musings from last year, I sent my friends Iris and Roberto there.  Oddly, they haven't been seen or heard from since.  Bruhahahaha! (Cue thunder and lightening).

So, we all have too look forward to this blog in its annual active period once again.  Up next, more Halloween inspired musings.

Stay tuned and stay vertical!

Zangz.

Of Masquerades and Dreamscapes.

My last post was a detailed account of a dream I had a while ago.  I'd like to take a closer look try and see what that was all about.

If you haven't yet, take a gander at the last post before you read this. If you don't, this post will mot make a ton of sense to you.

Off the bat, my love for the James Bond films is certainly influencing the first half of the dream. The fact that somehow in this dream I know I'm a secret agent following a person resembling Moonraker's Hugo Drax (actor Michael Lonsdale) is pretty much a big hint for my love of the films.

The second recognizable influence is the Assassin's Creed video game I've been playing since this past November (IV: Black Flag) when I dispatch "Drax" in the alleyway using the ever popular wrist blades the main character you play in the game uses.  I've been playing the ever-lovin' heck out of the game and it apparently has imbedded itself into my psyche.

We return to the Bond influence when I pull the golden floppy disc from the body's coat pocket.  In many a spy thriller there are always computer files that need pilfering that usually have some sort of imposing world doom type information on them.

Why the disc is golden and has illegible symbols on it is a fact that perplexes me. Is the gold a throwback to The Man With The Golden Gun?  Is the odd inscription something from The Da Vinci Vode or perhaps something Lovecraftian?

From here it's always interesting how dreams can leap forward in time to another chapter.  It's as if my ADD is active even as I sleep.  It is at this part of the dream where it is revealed that the golden disc is not for a computer at all, but is used as a key that is inserted into a slot, not like a usual floppy disc, but vertically into an indentation in a door of an appartment.  The part where the odd writing starts to glow leans more toward Lovecraftian than Bondinian (Yes.  That's a word.  Just deal!)

The whole dark meeting sequence and what transpired within where GREATLY influenced by my days of playing the vampire RPG, Vampire: The Masquerade.  The gaming group I played with that was led by my friend Mad Mario, who plays a big role in the dream along with his wife Hope.  We haven't played the game in eighteen years.  How it's popping into my psyche now is another mystery.

The James Bond theme of this dream is now gone.  It now becomes all about the vampire RPG all the way.  Especially with the the attribute slide show the meeting attendants have to choose from.  I choose the one called "Scout of the Disney Parks".

It is never revealed what power this gives me, but could be a foreshadowing of an actual family adventure that may be taking place in the not to overly distant future.

As for Hope being dressed as Morticia Adams, she did dress as the character at a Halloween party that they threw years ago.

The power growing in me may be the transition to becoming a vampire.  Although the term vampire is never uttered in the dream and I am never bitten in the neck nor do I feed off of another vampire. It is what I think I'm becoming after Mario's Disney Scout gift.

At this time I'll assume the other attendees are vampires as well.

Jumping ahead in time again, act three starts in the same appartment as where the meeting took place.  This appears to be the part of the dream where Mad Mario and Hope start teaching me to be a vampire or at least show me some vampire powers.

I find it quite amusing how much traditional vampire lore got into this dream.  Especially in this part where I'm taken up to the roof and have a reaction to the sun.

Assasins Creed slips into the dream once again as Mario and myself hop along the branches of trees in the park.

It is here where things go a little dark as Mario does his whole birdy, blood suck routine.  The fact that I'm entertained and not bothered by it tells me that I have seen so many darned horror movies that I've become used to it.  I'm sure if it happened for real, my reaction would be quite different.

The fourth act is a real odd one, as if this whole dream hasn't been.  Hope and Mario are now out of the picture and I'm back at that dark appartment.  My mom is with me now and I'm helping her with chores as a usually do in the living world. The pug dog comes from nowhere I can think of.  But, the whole phone call from Mario and trying to leave my mom for some sort of, what I suspect, is a vampire mission is quite interesting.

There's also the fact that my mom is much younger than she is in real life.  I'm not sure that this isn't a sign of the fear of losing my mother.  Aging is something we all fear and can be quite harsh when we watch a loved one go through it.

To say that this dream is one of the strangest I've ever had is hard for me to argue with myself about.

Odd, odd, odd and odd is how I'd catorgorize it.  A journey into the dreams of the dark fantastique I'd qualify it as.

That's all for now, gang.  I gotta get going.  So until next time, stay vertical!

Zangz.

Of Dreamscapes and Masquerades.

I'm usually on a posting sabbatical during the winter months due the frigid temps and colorless vista's that plague this season and put me into an uninspired slump.

But, very early this morning I awoke from a darkly wonderful dream that I would like to share with you now.

How this dream manifested, I cannot recall.  What I am able to remember in my dreams, they always have the starting point turn out to be a blur.  This was no exception.  From what I can recall, it started out more like a spy story.  Far different than what it turned out to be.

I was hunting down a guy who looked like Hugo Drax, the villain from the James Bond movie, Moonraker.  I was trailing him through the streets of the city.  It was  dusk, as the sun was fading on a wintery day.  I had followed the suspect into an alleyway.  He was on to me and started to pick up the pace as I caught up to him and pulled off an Assassin's Creed maneuver and quickly took him out with the wrist blade weapons from that very video game.

As he lay lifeless and slightly bloodied, I searched his pockets for the object I was looking for. Within his inner coat pocket I found what I was looking for. I pulled out what had the look and shape of a small floppy disc.  It was gold plated and had an odd inscription molded into it in odd letters I didn't recognize.

The dream suddenly leaps forward in time and my assignment has altered slightly.  The odd, gold disc I found on the guy is actually a key that will grant me access to a meeting of some sort of secret society that I am assigned to infiltrate.  How do I know this?  I have no clue.  I just do.  And the second part of my dream starts again, at dusk.  But this time I'm in front of a small, crusty looking, apartment building where this clandestine meeting is to take place.

I enter the building and go up a small staircase that leads to a door.  I look over the door when I notice that it has a small doggy door at the bottom.  When I lift up the doggie door it is not a small entrance for a pet to be able to go through as you would think.  It is, in fact, a fake doggy door that hides an odd indentation that is the exact size of the floppy disk.  You'd think that it would be more the size of a disc drive where I could slide it in horizontally.  No.  The disc fits perfectly into the perfectly shaped indentation on its side.  As it sets in the odd inscription on the disc glows red and the strange letters change, yet they are still unreadable.

With that, there is a click noise within the door and it slowly opens.  Inside I enter a darkly lit living room of an apartment.  There is nothing special or odd about it, except the windows are drawn.  There are two sets of black leather couches on either end of the room. There is a big table also at one end next to a couch.  Sitting at this table is my good friend, Mad Mario.  In reality, Mario has been a friend and the game master to my RPG gaming group for over twenty years.  He's sitting there in a black suit, looking quite dapper.  He welcomes me and tells me that the others will be arriving shortly. He's acting a bit glib and it seems he may not recognize me.  Almost as if he's doing an NPC character from one of his games.  His wife, my friend, Hope, emerges from the kitchen area of the apartment and says hello.  She is dressed like Morticia Adams.

Suddenly, the other guests start to arrive and the room fills up quickly.  The others are people from all walks of life, different ages and creeds all dressed in dark clothing.  None of them i recognize.  They sit on the sofas and some chairs that have been put out.

The meeting commences and though much was said and discussed, I cannot recall everything that was said.  But, one part of the meeting I do remember.  At one end of the room was an pull down screen with an overhead projector that showed a number of hand written odd titles.  Mario explained that these titles were gifts and we each had to choose one.

And, by gifts, he meant more like attributes or powers we could have.  They were all odd titles that didn't make any sense.  The one that I chose was something like, "Scout of the Disney Parks" because all of the others to pick from seemed to have negative connotations.  What specific, special power this was to give me was never really revealed.  But, I could feel that by just attending this meeting that something inside me was changing me.  There was a new energy within me.

We had to all write down the name of the new power on note paper and then write down a number we were assigned when we arrived.  I didn't remember being issued a number, but for some reason the number "21" popped into my head.  I handed the paper to Mad Mario as he gave me a wry smile, again, as though he were a character in one of his games.

The dream jumped ahead again to its Act Three.  I was still in the apartment with Mad Mario and Hope, but the others had left and Mad Mario and Hope were now in winter jackets and scarfs.

Mad Mario tells me to follow them.  That they have some things to show me.  They take me up to the roof of the building.  There's snow on the roof and the sun is out.  The brightness of the sun has an adverse effect on me. I feel that it's pushing me back like a force field would.  Mad Mario and Hope then tell me to follow them again.

We go back down and out the front door to the street.  It is now night time and the street lights are on.  Mad Mario and Hope lead me across the street to a wooded park.  Mad Mario asks me if I can hear it.  At first I don't know what he's talking about, but then I listen and can hear all the birds, insects and wildlife in the park.

Then Mad Mario leaps up and starts running along the branches of the trees with crazy parkor maneuvers.  I chase after him and find I can do the same thing.  Is this another reference to the Assassin's Creed game I've been playing?

This is where the game takes a slight turn to the disturbing.  While up in the trees Mad Mario grabs two large birds in each hand, dives back down to the ground and chomps down on both of their necks and starts sucking the blood from them.  I start to see where this is all going, but it doesn't feel at all like a nightmare to me.  In fact, I'm being entertained by the dream.

Again, the dream jumps ahead in time to the Fourth and final act of this mad capped dream. I'm no longer in the park.  I'm with my mom, back at the apartment where the odd meeting took place.  Apparently my Mom now lives there.  Mad Mario and Hope are not there.  I'm trying to help my mom out by putting together some sort of wiry contraption that is a light holder for the living room.  There is also a dog present that I'm assuming is my Mom's pet in the dream.  The dog is some sort of Pug mix.

As I work, my cell phone rings. It is Mario and he tells me in a very serious tone, "You're needed".  At this point I hang up the phone and start to shoot out the door.  There is a feeling of intense obligation after attending the meeting and obtaining the powers.  If I do not go and serve, very bad things will happen.

My mother gets very upset that I haven't finished the lighting project and heads after me.  I tell her I really have to go and will finish later, but she seems to know that I will be putting myself in some sort of danger.  As I head out the front door the dog runs out and I end up grabbing it to give back to my mom.  As I do so, I notice that my mom looks just like she did back in the 1980's.  Like Dorian Grey, she has reversed her age.  I the wonder if she has similar powers as myself, Mad Mario and Hope do.

It is at this point in the dream where I wake out if it at 3:45 AM this morning.

In my next post, I'll try to decipher some of this craziness.  Until then, stay vertical!

Zangz. 

A New Hope is Awakening!

Here we are at the annual "Halloween Is Awesome and Xmas Blows.  Halloween is Over With.  Boo Hoo!" post.  It has become a grand tradition on the blog to post a scathing, bah humbug fueled rant about missing the ultimately superior holiday of Halloween and bracing ourselves for the upcoming, cold, desolate, and exhausting holiday season.  It's enough to suck the life out of all of us.

But, fear not.  Off in the not quite as far as you might think distance there is a glimmer of hope.  If you look up in the stars you may just see it.  Bright, blue letters that read, A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...  Then a yellow worded crawl that starts out with the words, Star Wars: Episode VII: The Force Awakens.  And then a description of an incredible storyline will rise up amongst the stars and will read something like.....

Star Wars: Episode VII: The Force Awakens

It has been a perilous thirty years since the Battle of Endor.  The Rebel Alliance has broken apart and the Dark Side of the force is slowly rising.........etc., etc, etc.

Well, you get the picture.  I have pretty much pulled that out of my arse and really have no clue as to what the opening crawl will say.  But, with Disney/Lucasfilm FINALLY releasing the title of the 7th installment in the Star Wars saga, excitement and happiness has filled our geek loving hearts with crazy amounts of anticipation of next winter's big release.

Upon first hearing the title this past week, I was under the immediate immpression that it sounded a little generic.  But, upon further consideration, it is a good fit.  It harkens back to the titles of the originally trilogy while eschewing the titles of the prequels.  A-New-Hope.  The-Empire-Strikes-Back.  Return-of-the-Jedi.  The-Force-Awakens.  It's quick and to the point while at the same time painting a thematic picture of what may be going on in this film.  Outside of "Revenge of the Sith" the prequel titles had you scratching you head a bit with what was an obscure title until the films were released and we could find out what a Phantom Menace was.  Another way the new gang is differentiating the new title from the prequel titles is the fact that in the publicity logos for the title, there is no "Episode VII".  We know it will be referred to as Ep. VII in the crawl, but it looks like they will be harkening back to the original trilogy's titles, without the Episode.  The Empire Strikes Back was not called, Star Wars; Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back on the movie posters.

The title gives us the hint that after the events in Return of the Jedi that The Force and those that manipulated it, Jedi and Sith Lords, slinked back into obscurity and use of The Force once again became a thing of legend and old, forgotten religions.  There will be something, or someone,  that will start to scratch the surface of use of The Force bringing on a new awakening in those that are Force sensitive.

At least that's how I perceive it.

In more exciting news, we know that principal photography has commenced on the film, making it's release date inch ever so closer.  A year from right now will be an exciting time for us.  Can we hold out until then?  I can honestly say that I will not be able to do so.  I'm going to lose my collective geek mind and you can all come read about it right here.

Zangz.

A creepy trick on Roberto and Iris with undead results.....

The Halloween season is not only a time for treats, it is also a time for tricks.  Being mischievous is quite commonplace this time of year.  Perhaps slipping a rubber worm in the popcorn bowl of your girlfriend while watching a horror flick gives you a chuckle.  Or perhaps popping out of a closet dressed as Michael Myers on an unsuspecting friend might give you a thrill.  Even digging up a human carcass at the local graveyard and propping it up in a rocking chair on your neighbor's front porch can get your blood bubbling.  Ok, that last one could be considered a bit extreme.  But, if you want to go all out, you have to take it to extremes.  It's Halloween fercrisakes!

I believe I may have gone a bit above and beyond on a very dark, elaborate trick I've put into motion recently.  It all started with my good friends Roberto and Iris trying to decide on a vacation destination for a late fall trip.  Of course late fall is the prime of the Halloween season.  Thus, it is the time of year when the living are very perceptive to the presence of the spirits of the dead.  This equation had the few gears in my feeble little mind start turning.

It had been a long time since I had the pleasure of orchestrating a situation to scare the living bajeezers out of some people while at the same time putting them in some paranormal peril.

Roberto told me that Iris was all over the internet looking for some sort of lake house to rent or northern woods log cabin to stay at, but she couldn't find anyplace that had availability with short notice or was that affordable this time of year.

When they brought the subject up with me, I saw my "in".

"Well, I saw this place on the Travel Channel that is in a quaint town called Liberty Square."  I told Iris.  "It's a big old colonial house that overlooks a river.  It's called Gracey Manor.  Trust me, it sounds like a great place for the family to unwind."

"Aww, Zangz", Roberto replied, "that sounds awesome!"

Then Iris said to me, "Ya know, we trust you so much that I will try and book us a stay without doing any on-line research at all!"

"That sounds groovy guys!"  It was hard for me to hide my sheer, dark, sadistic joy.  Love Iris and Roberto as much as I do, I have to put them through their paces every once in a while.

Now most of what I said was true.  There is a big old house on a river in Liberty Square called Gracey Manor that has been featured on the Travel Channel.  What I left out was the fact that it was featured on the show "The Most Really Frackin' Haunted Places On This Mother Frellin' Planet That If You Value Your Family's Life As Well As Your Own And Have Half  Brain, You Need To Stay The Frack Away From"

You see, the house has a bit of a history to it.  A very long time ago the very wealthy, Master Yale Gracey fell in love with a beautiful girl by the name of Emily and asked for her hand in marriage.  He built Gracey Manor for them to spend the rest of their lives together in.  But, Yale had a bit of an interest in the occult and spiritualism that he hid from her.  From the shadows his personal medium and spiritualist adviser, Madame Leota, lusted for him from afar.  On the night of Emily and Yale's wedding Madame Leota murdered Emily with an axe and hid her body in a chest in the attic of the large house.  When Emily's body was discovered, Yale took his own life by hanging himself in the foyer.  Once Madame Leota was found guilty, she was sentenced to execution by decapitation.  After all, this was back in the days where what was perceived as witchcraft was not tolerated by the superstitions of the puritanical.

Good thing Iris didn't see the program, or the jig would have been up.  The show interviewed several paranormal experts who are all in a agreement that the house is haunted up to the gills.  There are reports of at least 999 separate ghostly entities that lurk about the grounds.  Master Gracey's disembodied voice can be heard throughout the home on occasion.  It is said that Emily's ghost can be seen in the attic holding the very axe that killed her.  Madame Leota is said to give an eternal seance with he severed head eternally entrapped in the very crystal ball she used to summon the many ghosts that haunt the halls of Gracey Manor.

Statues sing and stare as paintings change their appearance before witnesses' very eyes.  Candles float down darkened halls as doors rattle and slam.  Decayed corpses try and pry themselves out of old coffins.  I haven't even mentioned what goes on in the adjacent graveyard at night.  I forgot to tell Roberto and Iris that there's a graveyard, didn't I.

I'm sure they'll be just fine, though.  They both have a pretty strong fortitude when it comes to the unkown..... most of the time.  Hope they brought their ten-siders to make some percentage sanity rolls (major geek reference)

When, or if they come back in one piece, they'll have quite the stories to tell.  I'm such a little weisenhiemer, aren't I?

From BigFatPanda YouTube Channel

Until next time, stay vertical.

Zangz.