S1 Ep. 20 Labor Day Special: Season 1 Finale

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S1 Ep. 20 Labor Day Special: Season 1 Finale
We decided to round off Season 1, and our Labor Day episode, with a feature length special! In this episode, Mimi discusses Annabelle, the Ryman Theater (Auditorium) in Nashville, TN, and The Black Angel of Oakland Cemetery in Iowa City, IA. Janine, in an effort to return to her roots, tells the haunting tale of the Wabana Iron Ore Mines on Bell Island, Newfoundland, Canada, and regails us with the very creepy urban legend of The Body Under the Bed. Spoiler: It’s more true than you think.
This episode contains discussions of Mimi’s narcolepsy, listener shout outs, eclipse observations, and getting older.
Disclaimer: Janine’s piece, The Body Under the Bed, might be a tad too creepy for some listeners. The piece runs from 1hr 35 mins-1hr 51 mins. Feel free to skip it if you’re easily creeped out. Though it doesn’t contain graphic depictions of violence, it is a little “icky”.
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New blog posts will begin at the start of Season 2. Episode 20 will mark the end of Season 1 and the beginning of our (relatively) brief hiatus. In Season 2, we will be exploring even more weird, wonderful, and downright strange content for our listeners/readers.

In the future, Haunt Heads will also be available on YouTube as a channel so that we can take advantage of the (very small) return that ad click will bring. No visual so far as we know right now, but definitely wonderfully creepy audio!

Stay tuned and, as always, stay spooky!

S1 Ep. 19 The Strange Case of Annabelle

S1 Ep. 19 The Strange Case of Annabelle

This week, the ladies are all set to record when something goes wrong with their audio. Is it because they’re talking about Annabelle? Oh dear.. Don’t worry guys, we’ll have a longer episode for you next week. Ep. 20 marks the end of Season 1 of Haunt Heads! Stay tuned but, more importantly, stay spooky!

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Motel Hell

For a short time, I worked at a motel. I won’t say the name, I feel like it’ll be easy enough to figure out which one by the time you reach the end of this post, but I will say that it takes a special type of person to work in the motel environment. Room turnovers are high and cleaning duties are often ignored due to this fact. Most of the employees at the motel I worked at had the mildest sense of a work ethic, the rest couldn’t be bothered, but you can’t clean almost two hundred rooms in pristine fashion if you don’t care. That’s kind of where today’s post takes a darker turn.

While I was employed at the motel, I came to realize that there were lots of things happening behind those closed doors that I never thought would be. Prostitution, pill scams, abuses of people and drugs, you name it, the motel catered to that clientele. It was rundown, desperately in need of exterior and interior painting, and every bathroom in that place needed sandblasting. I’m not here today to talk about the problems at this particular hotel, but I am going to discuss one particularly grotesque urban legend once again making the rounds online and by word of mouth. It’s titled, “The Body Under the Bed.”

When you pay for 2 guests, but someone’s forgotten to check out…

Imagine for a moment that you’ve just checked into your motel on the Vegas strip. It’s a beautiful evening and you and your significant other are taking a much needed vacation to celebrate your wedding anniversary. The staff at the front desk was friendly and, as you walk to your room, unlock the door with your keycard, and set your bags inside, you notice the room is actually quite nice. It’s nice, aside from a strange odor you can’t quite place. You and your partner check the garbage for leftover food, you pull out all the drawers in search of discarded waste, but you find nothing. You put in a call to the front desk.

The desk clerk, friendly as ever, apologizes profusely for the inconvenience and offers to have housekeeping come to your room to do a thorough cleaning. There are no other rooms available that he could move you into. You say that’s fine. You wanted to do some gambling and grab a bite to eat. You tell the clerk you’ll be back in two or three hours and exit your room.

You return at the aforementioned time and throw open your room door. The smell lingers. It’s like sour milk and a damp blanket that had been left to mildew had a disgusting, putrefying baby. You once again call the desk. You get the same answer. The clerk again apologizes and offers to call around to other hotels and motels to see if there is any availability. He hangs up, but calls back shortly thereafter saying every other place is booked. He offers again for housekeeping to tidy the room. You agree. You need a place to sleep and the car is out of the question, so you try to manage as best you can, opening all the windows. Housekeeping replaces all the towels, linens, pillows, and draperies. Once they leave, the smell from the cleaning chemicals they’ve used lingers long enough for you and your other half to get to sleep.

In the morning, you awake to the phantom smell. It’s stronger than before, even with the windows open. You decide you can’t stay another minute, pack your belongings, and leave the motel.

The manager examines the room later in the day, after housekeeping has done its work. Everything is in its place, right down to the towels folded to industry specifications, but there’s still a smell. The manager, frustrated by the situation, tears the room apart. As he’s standing in front of the bed, looking at the war torn scene around him, he decides to flip the mattress. It’s worth a shot.

He removes the mattress and is instantly hit with the smell of something rotting. He can see nothing, so he lifts the box spring. Shrinking back in horror, the manager comes face to face with the decaying remains of a woman, hidden beneath the box spring.

In the hotel/motel industry, mattresses aren’t flipped very often, making them an opportune place to stash a corpse.

Not Untrue.

This may be an urban legend, but it seems as if every urban legend is rooted in some sort of fact. This legend is no exception. The location chosen for this particular tale, Las Vegas, otherwise known as Sin City, is also the setting for the kidney snatcher urban legend. What happens in Vegas…

In 2003, a body was found beneath a mattress in at Capri Motel in Kansas City, Missouri (reported by Fox News). Police were called to the motel after cleaning crews found the body of a man that appeared to have been dead for several days. The body was only found after repeated complaints from guests about the smell.

In Memphis at the Budget Inn, a mother who disappeared in January of 2010 was found under a hotel mattress, two months after she was reported missing. Sony Millbrook had been renting the room, but had stopped making payments. The motel boxed up her belongings and continued to rent the room. That’s protocol in many hotels and motels. It had been rented numerous times before her body was finally found by cleaning staff. According to Memphis Police Deputy Chief of investigative services, Joseph Scott, the case was “stranger than fiction” (Daily Mail). He’d never heard of anything like this happening before.

In November of last year, a body was found under a hotel bed in Mexico City. A woman had checked into Hotel El Senador one week prior to her body being found. The mattresses in the hotel were set on top of square bases that could be easily lifted. The body had been wrapped in plastic and stashed under the base of the bed and was eventually found by cleaning staff. However, the room had been rented at least a half a dozen times prior to the remains being found.

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In Pattaya, Thailand, in August of last year, several couples had stayed in a hotel room with the recently deceased. A woman’s body had been stashed under a mattress for roughly 10 days prior to being found. The victim was identified as 28-year-old Amphon Kongsong, a transgender woman who had checked into the room on behalf of two teenagers. Shortly after they had settled into the room, it is speculated that one of the teens strangled Kongsong following an argument, then the two hid her body under the mattress, and left the hotel. A maid noticed “blood and a strong smell” coming from under the mattress, but only after the room had been rented several times.

Reports of found bodies go back farther than 1994 and accounts of recent found remains don’t seem to be letting up. Luckily, the only disgusting find I’d had during my time in the motel industry was a pile of mummified fried chicken. I guess some people don’t realize that’s not what the cool side of the mattress is good for. We didn’t have mini fridges, so I suppose it was the motel’s bad. Perhaps the tale of the body under the bed began as an urban legend, but it seems to have grown in both popularity and practice.

Do you have a hotel/motel horror story from your city or town? Let us know in the comments or drop an email to hauntheadscast@gmail.com.

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S1 Ep. 18 Grace and Doppelgangers

Mimi’s on vacay this week, but Janine’s got some creepy stuff to share. First, explore the (now demolished) Grace General Hospital in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada, where ghostly apparitions roam the nurse’s residence, searching for release. Then, enjoy a tale of double walkers, more familiarly known as doppelgangers, and the strange case of Emilee Sagee. This episode contains nostalgia, gardening and astral projection, a creepy little boy in a hospital gown, and footprints leading to nowhere.

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Wabana Iron Ore Mines, Bell Island, NFLD, Canada

I remember when Bell Island was a hub of activity. In the summer months, my family and I would take day trips over on the car ferry and spend the day there, topping off our trip with a tour of the ore mines. It was truly the highlight of our trip, next to a stop at the gift shop. Our last trip there was sometime in the summer of 1998 and sadly, by that time, the island tourism had appeared to slow. Although a few stragglers wandered in and out that year, it seemed as if the foot traffic had hit a low, but the stories of the Wabana Iron Ore Mines, of strange noises, lights, and apparitions, persisted.

Life on the Island

Bell Island is located on the Northern part of the Avalon Peninsula, a small block of land sticking out of the ocean that is roughly 9  km long and 3 km wide. Year round, the island can be accessed via a car ferry on The Tickle, the section of the Atlantic that lies between the island and Portugal Cove. Farming is a primary means of income for many and is second only to fishing, though not many can make a living from the sea any longer. The topsoil on the island is unusually rich and makes for a good yield. Throughout the 19th century, the seal hunt drew large crowds of men from both Bell Island and Conception Bay.

Mining History

In 1578, a merchant from Bristol, England, reported that there were very rich iron ore deposits on the island and, by 1678, soil samples were sent by Sir John Guy’s colony in Cupids to England for analysis.

By 1890, the deposits began to draw attention from outside mining interests including New Glasgow Coal, Iron, and Railroad Company (later called Nova Scotia Steel and Coal Co.). The NSSC began developing the site in 1892 at the urging of the Butler’s from Topsail. Thomas Cantley, Secretary of the NSSC, called the site Wabana. It is believed that Wabana is an Abenaki Indian word meaning “the place where daylight first appears.” Mining officially began in the Summer of 1895. The deposits at the Wabana mines fed giant steel mills in Sydney, Nova Scotia, and ore was also shipped as far as the United States and Germany.

For the most part, mining operations ran steadily, at times at an expanding pace, but WW1 (Germany being one of Bell Island’s largest purchasers of ore) and the Great Depression greatly affected the demand for ore and its price. Although many believed that modernization would help the mines, it was actually more of a hindrance. Many lost their jobs because new machinery could get the ore out of the ground and to the surface far faster than men with picks and shovels and mining carts. Though the mine experienced an upswing between 1936-59, one mine was shut down. By April of 1966, the final shaft, #3 mine, was shut down permanently. At the time of closure, Wabana was Canada’s longest operating mine project. Almost 80 million tons of ore was pulled from the earth and shipped to other parts of Canada, Germany, the United States, Belgium, and Holland.

Since the mine’s closure, many have left the island. In 2011, the total population was 2,346. Tourism is the primary industry at present, but those who live on Bell Island also farm and fish (to the best of their ability since the government crackdown.) #2 mine has been reopened for tours and many come to the island in the summer months to see what live below the ground was actually like.

To date, no outside company has made a bid to reopen the mines.

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Haunting

If you think about it, working in a mine was likely very dangerous. Heavy machinery could crush you, the ceiling could cave in, low lighting conditions might cause to to catch a pick to the head… None of the above sounds particularly pleasant or pretty, which is likely why many have experienced paranormal phenomena in #2 mine.

Visitors to the mine have reported:

Shadow figures- A visitor to the mine in 2016 reported seeing the shadow of a man standing in a lower portion of the tunnel that she was in with her tour group. She said the figure just stood and watched for a time, then vanished.

Noises- Strange noises are likely common in a mine shaft, particularly one as old as #2. Clanging and banging is often heard along with voices and a strange hissing sound.

Lights- Lights are often seen down in the mine shafts at night. At night, #2 shaft is not lit nor are any of the others (as they are not in use and sealed.) Some visitors have reported that the lights seen appear to be those similar to the older lights worn on mining helmets.

Visitors have also reported being touched on the shoulder or back and feeling cold spots throughout the mine.

Have you ever visited the Wabana mine and gone down into shaft #2? Did you have a strange experience? Please drop us a line via email or leave a *comment below.

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*UPDATE: Thanks to Melissa McCall for sending photos of her Wabana Mine experience! Without Melissa telling me what she was seeing, we found out we were both seeing the same thing! What do you see?

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Melissa wrote: ‪My family and I took a tour in the Bell Island Mines back in 2015, the tour guide brought us to one area of the mine where two cardboard cutouts of miners were placed. She told us how women in the mines were known to be bad luck and weren’t allowed in the mines. I was in the very back of the group and, as we left this area, I stayed behind to take a picture. I said “girls aren’t allowed in this area” and laughed. When I looked through my photos that evening, the photo that I took has an image of a man looking in my direction behind that cardboard cutout. Thought I would share and get your thoughts on this. ‬

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S1 Ep. 17: On Location: Grant Park, Milwaukee, WI

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This week, Mimi and Janine (along with Mimi’s shrinky dink hubby Bill) take you into off the beaten path and into the forest. Seven Bridges has been considered a haunted location for a long time and, on this episode, the ladies will try to prove or disprove the stories told around the campfire. This episode contains SPIDERS, many screaming teens, and some nice busts.

S1 Ep. 17 Seven Bridges of Grant Park (Photos)

Thanks for taking a moment to peruse the photos we took at Grant Park on 8/5. I’ve left notes under each to kind of explain what (I think) is present. Some photos contained strange mists and halos. In one, you can almost see some sort of face peering out from the darkness. It could just be a teenager running around in the woods or might be something more. I’ll let you decide. =)

Don’t forget to take a listen to the on location episode of Haunt Heads. The pictures should pair nicely and give you a feel for the park. If you see something I didn’t, please let me know in the comments or shoot us an email at the address below!

 

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Twin Strangers: The curious existence of doppelgangers.

It’s happened to me several times in the past. I’m walking around a shopping center or a grocery store and someone will tap me on the shoulder. When I turn around, I see a complete stranger staring at me quizzically. “Oh! I’m sorry! I thought you were “insert name here.”” It’s definitely weird. I’m always curious who it is I look like to them. They explain that my nose is similar and the set of my eyes. They might say I walk the same way or look like whomever they’re looking for from the side. Some people have told me I’m the spitting image of their aunt, cousin, niece, neighbor… Sometimes people tell me that they met me in France or England, two places I’ve never been. I am originally from Newfoundland and might look similarly to someone from England or Ireland. I also have French ancestors. I think we’ve all had a similar experience, being mistaken for someone else, but when two people appear in the same place at the same time, it can be very confusing and quite creepy.

The term Doppelganger is German for “double-walker” and the double of a person is considered to be a paranormal duplicate of a real person. On occasion, one can see his or her own double but, for the most part, the individual is unaware of the presence of a doppelganger. A double-walker may appear in the same place as the individual or could appear in a completely different city, town, or country.

“True” Story

In the 19th century, Emilee Sagee, 32, worked as a school teacher at several girl’s institutions in Dijon, France. By all accounts, she was an amazing and engaging teacher and her students loved her. However, despite her popularity with the young ones,  Sagee was dismissed from roughly 18 schools and could hardly hold a job for any length of time due to the strange occurrences that followed her wherever she went. In 16 years, she had changed positions 19 times and, in 1845, 13 students actually witnessed Sagee’s doppelganger mysteriously appear next to her. She stood at the front of the room, her students sitting before her in rapt attention, and all of a sudden, a form appeared beside her. It appeared to mimic her movements and, although the figure was in close proximity to Sagee, she never acknowledged its presence. This was likely a good thing because old folklore tales warn of the dangers of seeing ones own copy or “double walker.” The copy appeared several times, each appearance seemingly making Sagee herself groggy and disoriented, including once while she ate. The copy ate too, presenting the same movements and mannerisms. On one occasion, Sagee was in the garden outside the classroom while her doppelganger sat in a chair at the front of the classroom. Although Sagee reported worrying the students wouldn’t do their work without her supervision, she never looked in on them. Instead, it seems as if she projected an image of herself into the space.

The account reads as follows:

witnessed by nearly 50 persons, the students were intently working in their sewing class while another teacher sat at the front of the room reading a book. Outside the window, the students could see Emilee working in the garden. The supervising teacher stood up and left the room. Seconds later, Emilee walked in and sat down in the empty chair. Students thought nothing of it until one gasped and pointed out the window where Emilee was still working diligently in the garden. Two of the students stood and approached the doppelganger and being quite brave, reached out and touched it. They said it looked just like Emilee Sagee in all aspects except when they ran their hands through the entity, they said it felt empty, like the stuff cobwebs are made of. Later Emilee Sagee had told school officials that she indeed had been outside picking flowers in the garden. She had not seen the doppelganger (in fact, Emilee never once saw her twin) but had in fact, wished to herself that she was in the classroom supervising the sewing class. School officials noted in their documentation that each time the doppelganger appeared to them, the real Emilee appeared lethargic and listless.

A few people attempted to approach and touch the copy, but they found that, although the figure was textural like heavy fabric, they were unable to place their hands upon it. Instead their hands slipped right through the copy, making it more of an apparition. Day after day, the copy would appear and more and more children would be removed from school by their parents. One would imagine it’s quite stressful to have a ghost-like figure drifting about while in the confines of a classroom. Eventually, Sagee was dismissed from the position.

However, this tale is not unique in and of itself. Many others have had similar experiences. Some of them were even famous.

Not the Only One

Catherine the Great, Empress of Russia in the 18th century, retired to bed one evening when servants explained to her that they had already seen her enter the throne room. When Catherine went to investigate, she came upon an exact copy of herself sitting on her throne. She ordered her sentries to fire at the apparition, but to no effect. Catherine herself died shortly thereafter.

Shortly before Percy Bysshe Shelley, a very adept poet, drowned in a sailing accident in 1812 he told his wife Mary (you might know of her, she wrote a little novel called Frankenstein) that he had seen his doppelganger several times. At one point, he had even met his copy on a terrace. The apparition had asked him, “How long do you mean to be content?” before disappearing. Percy’s doppelganger was also witnessed by his friend Jane Williams who stated that she would often see Percy walking past her window toward a dead end. He would only walk toward the dead end and never returned back the way he’d come. The real Percy was no where near at the time of these incidents.

Queen Elizabeth I of England (reigned from 1558-1603) was known by those close to her to be a very savvy and level-headed individual and she was certainly not the type to be concerned with the paranormal, that is until she saw her doppelganger lying motionless on her bed. The spectral Elizabeth appeared to be laid out as if for funerary presentation. Such appearances are often precursors to the death of that individual and, in Elizabeth’s case, this was no exception to that rule.

One day, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, famous writer and politician, (1749-1832) was riding along a footpath toward home, having just left the residence of a love interest named Frederika. Goethe claimed that he saw a rider in the distance riding toward him. As the figure came closer, he realized that the rider was himself, though wearing different clothing. When the figure was close enough to touch, it disappeared. About eight years later, Goethe was again riding the same path in the opposite direction when he realized that he was wearing the same clothes that the figure had been wearing eight years prior.

In another instance, Goethe saw his friend Freidrich walking down the street wearing Goethe’s own dressing gown. Goethe went home and, when he arrived, found that Freidrich had changed into one of his dressing gowns while drying his wet clothes. Freidrich claimed to have been inside and never wandered in the street.

Fact or Fiction?

While mystics believe that double-walkers are supernatural in nature, those with a more scientific lean are inclined to believe that seeing yourself in this way can more reasonably be attributed to schizophrenia or a glitch in the brain.

At present, there are websites where you can find your doppelganger. One such site, http://www.twinstrangers.net, a company based in Ireland, claims that two head shots and a quick search on their site will hook you up with a carbon copy of yourself. Just for fun, I signed up. I have yet to get a confirmation in order to access the site, but it will be very interesting if I happen to stumble upon another me on the other side of the world somewhere.

So what do we make of this phenomena? Have you ever met your double? I suppose not. For, if you did, you’d likely be dead.

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S1 Ep. 16 On an Egg Roll

This week, Mimi delivers two steaming hot tales of the supernatural from Chinese writer Gan Bao and Janine springs into the legend of Spring-Heeled Jack. This episode contains Chinese food critiques and praises, folklore, and mysterious family recipes. “There’s five spice in these egg rolls, right?” 😉

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