Basket Head

I like to start off by letting everyone know that the story I'm about to tell you is not my own experience, this story came from a friend and has been told from generation to generation. Here it goes from what I've been told.


One day, Jorge took his fiancee, Julia, out on the town and they had a splendid time. He took her on the ferry and when they got back he used all his hard earned money to buy the best dinner he could. It was past twilight when they finally got back to Julia's house.

After chatting for a few minutes, he gave her a good night kiss and promised to see her the next day. Jorge live about 2 miles from Julia on the straight county road but nobody went that way because there was a shortcut that cut it down to a mile or so.
Jorge decided to take the shortcut obviously and he was making it home fast. After walking about halfway home, he noticed a woman walking on the same shortcut ahead of him. He wondered what a woman was doing out so late on a dark road like this?

He quickened his pace till he was right behind her. He asked the woman,"Uh miss, is everything alright?" She said everything was fine and that she was walking to her aunt's house for a late night snack. He noticed she was carrying a basket with her and he said,"May I help you carry that basket?". "Sure," she replied,"but be careful to not let the sandwiches to fall out." George said ok and put the basket in his arms and continued walking with the mystery woman.

After walking a few minutes, they struck up a conversation. I don't know what it was about obviously, but from what I know Jorge was trying to keep it light and funny because it was dark and he didn't want to frighten the lady.

Eventually he made some jokes and the woman started laughing. The bonnet covering her face would shake and the way she moved her body you could tell she was truly in humor. The only problem was it didn't sound like the laughter came from underneath the bonnet, it sounded like it came from beside Jorge It sounded like it came from the basket he was holding.

Jorge freaked and dropped the basket. As it opened a cackling head full of black hair rolled out. Jorge tried to scream but he couldn't. He turned to the woman and noticed the bonnet was gone. As a matter of fact, everything above her shoulders was gone.

So Jorge did the only thing he could do. He ran as if a thousand demons were after him. He ran for what seemed like forever and he finally looked over his shoulder. From what he told people after this experience, its something he will never ever forget. He saw the lady running after him, head in her hand, holding it by the hair, and the head was laughing maniacally like it just heard the best joke ever.

Anyway, Jorge just kept running and running. He jumped over anything that got in his way. After running he saw his house up ahead. He kept running and jumped over a creek that borders the area he lived in.

As he ran over near his house, he looked back and saw a curious sight. The woman was standing there, head still in hand by the creek. Evidently what they said about spirits cannot cross running water is true. The entity could not cross and so Jorge was safe.


Charmedwishes...

Blessed be!

The Aged Mother

In a large town there was an old woman who sat in the evening alone in her room thinking how she had lost first her husband, then both her children, then one by one all her relatives, and at length, that very day, her last friend, and now she was quite alone and desolate.

She was very sad at heart, and heaviest of all her losses to her was that of her sons, and in her pain she blamed God for it. She was still sitting lost in thought, when all at once she heard the bells ringing for early prayer.

She was surprised that she had thus in her sorrow watched through the whole night, and lighted her lantern and went to church. It was already lighted up when she arrived, but not as it usually was with wax candles, but with a dim light.

It was also crowded already with people, and all the seats were filled, and when the old woman got to her usual place it also was not empty, but the whole bench was entirely full. And when she looked at the people, they were none other than her dead relatives who were sitting there in their old-fashioned garments, but with pale faces.

They neither spoke nor sang, but a soft humming and whispering was heard all over the church. Then an aunt of hers stood up, stepped forward, and said to the poor old woman, look there beside the altar, and you will see your sons.

The old woman looked there, and saw her two children, one hanging on the gallows, the other bound to the wheel. Then said the aunt,behold, so would it have been with them if they had lived, and if the good God had not taken them to himself when they were innocent children.

The old woman went trembling home, and on her knees thanked God for having dealt with her more kindly than she had been able to understand, and on the third day she lay down and died.





Charmedwishes...

Blessed be!