I can't tell you what my first horror film was but I can remember my first Japanese horror movie. The one that launched a life long semi-obsession with them. That movie was the Japanese version of The Ring. My friend, Nicole, let me borrow it for a few days after we had gone to see the American version in theaters with our boyfriends. She promised that the Japanese version was a lot scary than the American version. I remember sitting in the back of my station wagon in between classes at Alamance Community College watching it on my laptop. I loved how much it scared me no matter how many times I watched it. Unlike the American version, the Japanese version actually went into why the spirit was trying to kill everyone. It made it seem more realistic and believable. Most Japanese horror movies I have since watched were similar in scare factor and explaining why the hauntings happened in a believable manner.
Most everyone I meet loves dogs. Dogs are typically loving and faithful, unlike most humans. In fact, when I meet a human that doesn’t like dogs, I make sure I steer clear of those folks as much as possible. I will trust a dog’s judgment of a person or situation over that of a person’s judgment. In fact, when I first started dating my now husband, I told him that when I took him home to meet my dad, he would also have to pass my dog’s approval as well. Thankfully both Dad and Cujo loved him. My ex before Jeremy did not get along with Cujo at all. I should have listened to Cujo and avoided that heartache but at least listening to Cujo lead me to a long, happy relationship with Jeremy.
Near Chapel Hill, I use to take riding lessons with a guy I use to date. The gentleman and his wife that use to teach us how to ride told me once about a stable they had on their property. When they bought the property, it only had one stable. They use it now for storage because none of their horses would stay in the stable. Every evening they would put the horses in their stalls, making sure the doors were closed and latched tightly. A few hours later, they would look out the window to their horses walking around their property. All the stall doors would be wide open. They tried changing out the latches but the doors would still open by themselves. They ended up having to build a second stable for their horses.
This first tale I have to share with you has actually been sent in by one of my readers. Thank you, Ashley S. of Alexandria, VA, for suggesting this topic which actually ended up leading to this week's theme of animal ghosts. If you have a topic you would like to see covered on ParanormalHousewife.com, let me know!
On November 24th, 1892, a young woman checked into the Hotel Del Coronado under the name Lottie A. Bernard. Ms. Bernard claimed to be from Detroit, Michigan. The staff at the Hotel Del Coronado stated that Ms. Bernard was a beautiful well-dressed woman who seemed reserved and ladylike in her manners. The staff also mentioned that Ms. Bernard seemed very troubled and melancholy.
When I was in the 3rd or 4th grade I was selected for an Academically Gifted class for legends and ghost stories. As a kid, this was awesome because each week I was pulled out of class to discuss local legends and ghost lore. As you already know this was right up my alley and I thank my background already established by my parents for letting me ace so high on the test that allowed me to be a part of this program.