Knight ranger
10-25-2004, 06:20 PM
I guess I need to do some explaining, well I will do my best, as I am not fully aware of what is going on. Here it is, the Spy House is number three in paranormal hot spots in the U.S. I went to visit it after an urgent phone call from my one of my best friends, Bill. I packed my normal equipment that I would use in a paranormal investigation. Laptop, digital thermo.'s, emf readers, and digital recorders, and a camara (and a morpher, but that goes with out saying).
Well I stepped out into the rocky parking lot of this once Monmouth County museum, that has been shut down now for some years. It is an old house, the oldest in New Jersey, and it has a lot of history to it. In the revolutionary war it was used by the Red Coats to spy on the lower NY bay that it looks out onto. It is about 50 yards from the beach, and has a small back yard. Its white, well it is white from the way that I remember it, but we'll get into that later. The house has been a layover for George Washington, Abe Lincoln, and pirates, soldiers, and it was even a brothel for some time, not to mention that it was used in the underground railroad system. I don't want this to be a history lesson, but you might need to know these things for future reference. So as I approached the house I looked around to see if Bill was there, and I didn't see him, but it wasn't unusual for him to be a little late. So I started looking around, and taking a few pictures for myself with my digital camera. The air was still but cold, and smelled of salty ocean water. I waited for about ten minutes, and in those ten minutes I started to get very uneasy. I hadn't seen a car pass since I had been there and Bill hadn't showed up yet.
I started back towards my car when I heard my name called. "Scott"
"Bill!" I replied quickly. I turned around and met nothing but a bone shivering gust of wind. "What is going on here?" This was the question running through my head now. "Hey Bill if that's you this isn't funny man. Come on out I want to get started its freezing out here." No reply.
"Damn Bill this is really dumb, you called me, so lets go." Still Bill did not emerge from anywhere. Again "Scott"
"OK who the hell is playing around, huh? I don’t have time for this, ya know what I'm leaving!" That was it, and I thought that I was leaving, no such luck. As I went to turn once again to head for my car, my name was now shouted, and it sounded angry.
"What, what do you want, and who is this." My tone now petrified.
I was looking in every direction, no one around.
"It must be some sort of ghost messing with me." I thought.
"Oh were not messing with you, we're going to kill you. Just sit back and shut up, your life is over." This voice was now familiar, someone, something from my childhood. I had beaten her once before, but she never seemed so powerful as she did now. I could just sense the evil oozing from her, it made my hair stand on end.
" I know you know who I am now, don't you Knight Ranger, don't you! Well I'm back and my minion army is as well."
"Oh, oh no. Oh God please no, not her not her. I can't do this again, it almost killed me the last time. And now she's in my reality, where am I going to draw power from this time." Questions filled with fear started to rush into my head, and the earth began to spin, then shake, the ground felt like it had turned to liquid, then I hit the dirt feeling sick to my stomach, and my head was pounding.
"AAAHHHH, I won't do this again damn it!" My fear was turning to anger, and my anger was spawning an old hatred that had been put to sleep years earlier. This was her, the witch that I had once again condemned like so many others had before me. You all know her, maybe you heard of her, and maybe your afraid to speak her name. I will tell you who it is. Beyond this point you will read this at YOUR OWN RISK! Her name is Bloody Mary, a witch condemned to death more than twenty times, with what seemed to be unlimited power she kept reviving herself after each death. Finally she was banished to the world of the mirrors, a place where she could not escape, so they thought.
In high school I was dared to do the spinning around thing at midnight and recite her name. I did not believe then what I know now to be true. She is real, and so is the curse. After my one hundredth spin I opened my eyes to see what will haunt me until the day I pass. The edges of the mirror were a soft glowing green, and my own reflection had disappeared, instead I saw a woman with no eyes, no nose and a few strands of white hair on the top of her head. Skin that looked as though it had been cooked in the deep fryer, and a body to match. She screeched at me, I don’t know what she said, I was horrified, I punched the mirror and cursed. I passed out and hit the ground. When I woke up the mirror was fine, and my friends stood over me laughing. They told me I never even got to do it because I had passed out before I had the chance to, but I knew better.
Everything was fine for a while after that, I just couldn't be alone near mirrors for a while. About a month after that I started to have horrid night terrors of demons and they were always trying to kill me. I had to run every time, and shake myself awake to get rid of them, just for a bit. I would wake up paralyzed in fear dripping with sweat. Sometimes I would be woken up to a dark figure standing over me, just a shadow of a being, and that I have to say was the worst thing that was happening at the time. Until one night, I just happen to fall asleep with my Power Ranger tape playing. This was the same night that I stopped running and faced my fears head on. I had decided that I could do what I want, my dream, my rules. AT this point you need to realize that this wasn't some Freddy Crouger type of bullisht, this was real and happening to me. If I got hurt there in a dream then I got hurt here in reality. It had been happening for weeks like I said. (Try to tell people that you fall down your stairs every night..)
In this dream I reached behind me and pulled out my Tyrano coin, placed it into my morpher and screamed at the top of my lungs "It's Morphin Time"
With that battle cry my armor was placed around me and felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. I looked down to see the Red Ranger’s suit was protecting me, and I wasn’t afraid anymore. The minions looked at me as we stood in my front yard. Well my front yard as it would look in a nightmare, destroyed and in flames with my house on fire behind me. All around me they circled, and for once I did not try to wake up. I let out a primordial scream and began my attack. I made short work of the demons, these creatures of the Devil had no chance, not with out her. She never came to a battle until after this, then she knew she had to. My powers I found out later were pulled from all of the decent humans on earth, the people who cared and wanted us as a race to survive. They powered the Ranger suite, and it powered me. From that fight on Bloody Mary was there to fight me one on one, and she never won, though she came close a few times.
Don’t think that I’m crazy, this is documented through time to be the truth. When super evil arises, someone has to be the super hero and put the evil back in its place. Why not me, and why not the best powers known to the galaxy? See I unleashed the demon, and I was the only person in the way of her coming out of the dream world and into our reality. She would create Hell on earth, and here we have no super powers…what to do then. In the following weeks I did the same routine put on the Power Rangers tape and fell asleep with it on. don’t think that this was fun, it wasn’t. This task was just as strenuous as any other that I would do while awake. It started getting to me, this had to end, and so it did.
I fell asleep ready to take her on once again, and I knew that this had to be the last time. As I drifted off to sleep I asked for strength that I did not possess, so that I could do away with this demon. I got half of what I asked for. I fell asleep and woke in my dream, as I always did. But this time I was in a place that was as familiar as it was foreign. The command center, and they were there. Alpha, and Zordon. Though I knew it was a dream, and that they were just apart of my imagination I engaged in conversation. We spoke for what seemed to be hours about how they had been helping me, and explaining now how to put an end to my nightmares.
“Scott, I want to thank you for everything that you have done for us and earth. You have gone above and beyond the call of duty for your planet and saved the lives of many. We know now how to put an end to Bloody Mary’s rein of terror on the dream world.” As Zordon finished his sentence Alpha walked over to me and handed me a mirror. It had very odd engravings around it and a carving in the center of it. Sorry I cant describe it better, it was very alien looking. I was to take the mirror and trick her into looking at her own reflection, and this would destroy her.
That familiar alarm started to sound and I looked around the command center, all of the usual, lights were going off to indicate an emergency. I placed the mirror at my side and did like I always did.
“Its Morphin Time!”
Long story short, by the end of this battle I couldn’t barely walk anymore, and for 2 weeks after that battle I had to stay in a hospital to fight off fevers of an unknown origin. She cast spells on me physically beat me, and destroyed me almost completely mentally. Then entirely by accident she looked into the mirror. I had fallen on top of it, and she went to pick up what she thought was my dead body. I had just enough energy to roll off of it when she was standing over me, and bang! That was it. I woke up, called for my parents, and was sent to a hospital.
Now she’s back, I haven’t fallen asleep, and this world that I am in now, its defiantly not a dream or Kansas. I’ll post again tomorrow with what has happened to me in the last two days. I promise its way better than this little preview that I just gave. Knight Ranger out.
Well I stepped out into the rocky parking lot of this once Monmouth County museum, that has been shut down now for some years. It is an old house, the oldest in New Jersey, and it has a lot of history to it. In the revolutionary war it was used by the Red Coats to spy on the lower NY bay that it looks out onto. It is about 50 yards from the beach, and has a small back yard. Its white, well it is white from the way that I remember it, but we'll get into that later. The house has been a layover for George Washington, Abe Lincoln, and pirates, soldiers, and it was even a brothel for some time, not to mention that it was used in the underground railroad system. I don't want this to be a history lesson, but you might need to know these things for future reference. So as I approached the house I looked around to see if Bill was there, and I didn't see him, but it wasn't unusual for him to be a little late. So I started looking around, and taking a few pictures for myself with my digital camera. The air was still but cold, and smelled of salty ocean water. I waited for about ten minutes, and in those ten minutes I started to get very uneasy. I hadn't seen a car pass since I had been there and Bill hadn't showed up yet.
I started back towards my car when I heard my name called. "Scott"
"Bill!" I replied quickly. I turned around and met nothing but a bone shivering gust of wind. "What is going on here?" This was the question running through my head now. "Hey Bill if that's you this isn't funny man. Come on out I want to get started its freezing out here." No reply.
"Damn Bill this is really dumb, you called me, so lets go." Still Bill did not emerge from anywhere. Again "Scott"
"OK who the hell is playing around, huh? I don’t have time for this, ya know what I'm leaving!" That was it, and I thought that I was leaving, no such luck. As I went to turn once again to head for my car, my name was now shouted, and it sounded angry.
"What, what do you want, and who is this." My tone now petrified.
I was looking in every direction, no one around.
"It must be some sort of ghost messing with me." I thought.
"Oh were not messing with you, we're going to kill you. Just sit back and shut up, your life is over." This voice was now familiar, someone, something from my childhood. I had beaten her once before, but she never seemed so powerful as she did now. I could just sense the evil oozing from her, it made my hair stand on end.
" I know you know who I am now, don't you Knight Ranger, don't you! Well I'm back and my minion army is as well."
"Oh, oh no. Oh God please no, not her not her. I can't do this again, it almost killed me the last time. And now she's in my reality, where am I going to draw power from this time." Questions filled with fear started to rush into my head, and the earth began to spin, then shake, the ground felt like it had turned to liquid, then I hit the dirt feeling sick to my stomach, and my head was pounding.
"AAAHHHH, I won't do this again damn it!" My fear was turning to anger, and my anger was spawning an old hatred that had been put to sleep years earlier. This was her, the witch that I had once again condemned like so many others had before me. You all know her, maybe you heard of her, and maybe your afraid to speak her name. I will tell you who it is. Beyond this point you will read this at YOUR OWN RISK! Her name is Bloody Mary, a witch condemned to death more than twenty times, with what seemed to be unlimited power she kept reviving herself after each death. Finally she was banished to the world of the mirrors, a place where she could not escape, so they thought.
In high school I was dared to do the spinning around thing at midnight and recite her name. I did not believe then what I know now to be true. She is real, and so is the curse. After my one hundredth spin I opened my eyes to see what will haunt me until the day I pass. The edges of the mirror were a soft glowing green, and my own reflection had disappeared, instead I saw a woman with no eyes, no nose and a few strands of white hair on the top of her head. Skin that looked as though it had been cooked in the deep fryer, and a body to match. She screeched at me, I don’t know what she said, I was horrified, I punched the mirror and cursed. I passed out and hit the ground. When I woke up the mirror was fine, and my friends stood over me laughing. They told me I never even got to do it because I had passed out before I had the chance to, but I knew better.
Everything was fine for a while after that, I just couldn't be alone near mirrors for a while. About a month after that I started to have horrid night terrors of demons and they were always trying to kill me. I had to run every time, and shake myself awake to get rid of them, just for a bit. I would wake up paralyzed in fear dripping with sweat. Sometimes I would be woken up to a dark figure standing over me, just a shadow of a being, and that I have to say was the worst thing that was happening at the time. Until one night, I just happen to fall asleep with my Power Ranger tape playing. This was the same night that I stopped running and faced my fears head on. I had decided that I could do what I want, my dream, my rules. AT this point you need to realize that this wasn't some Freddy Crouger type of bullisht, this was real and happening to me. If I got hurt there in a dream then I got hurt here in reality. It had been happening for weeks like I said. (Try to tell people that you fall down your stairs every night..)
In this dream I reached behind me and pulled out my Tyrano coin, placed it into my morpher and screamed at the top of my lungs "It's Morphin Time"
With that battle cry my armor was placed around me and felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. I looked down to see the Red Ranger’s suit was protecting me, and I wasn’t afraid anymore. The minions looked at me as we stood in my front yard. Well my front yard as it would look in a nightmare, destroyed and in flames with my house on fire behind me. All around me they circled, and for once I did not try to wake up. I let out a primordial scream and began my attack. I made short work of the demons, these creatures of the Devil had no chance, not with out her. She never came to a battle until after this, then she knew she had to. My powers I found out later were pulled from all of the decent humans on earth, the people who cared and wanted us as a race to survive. They powered the Ranger suite, and it powered me. From that fight on Bloody Mary was there to fight me one on one, and she never won, though she came close a few times.
Don’t think that I’m crazy, this is documented through time to be the truth. When super evil arises, someone has to be the super hero and put the evil back in its place. Why not me, and why not the best powers known to the galaxy? See I unleashed the demon, and I was the only person in the way of her coming out of the dream world and into our reality. She would create Hell on earth, and here we have no super powers…what to do then. In the following weeks I did the same routine put on the Power Rangers tape and fell asleep with it on. don’t think that this was fun, it wasn’t. This task was just as strenuous as any other that I would do while awake. It started getting to me, this had to end, and so it did.
I fell asleep ready to take her on once again, and I knew that this had to be the last time. As I drifted off to sleep I asked for strength that I did not possess, so that I could do away with this demon. I got half of what I asked for. I fell asleep and woke in my dream, as I always did. But this time I was in a place that was as familiar as it was foreign. The command center, and they were there. Alpha, and Zordon. Though I knew it was a dream, and that they were just apart of my imagination I engaged in conversation. We spoke for what seemed to be hours about how they had been helping me, and explaining now how to put an end to my nightmares.
“Scott, I want to thank you for everything that you have done for us and earth. You have gone above and beyond the call of duty for your planet and saved the lives of many. We know now how to put an end to Bloody Mary’s rein of terror on the dream world.” As Zordon finished his sentence Alpha walked over to me and handed me a mirror. It had very odd engravings around it and a carving in the center of it. Sorry I cant describe it better, it was very alien looking. I was to take the mirror and trick her into looking at her own reflection, and this would destroy her.
That familiar alarm started to sound and I looked around the command center, all of the usual, lights were going off to indicate an emergency. I placed the mirror at my side and did like I always did.
“Its Morphin Time!”
Long story short, by the end of this battle I couldn’t barely walk anymore, and for 2 weeks after that battle I had to stay in a hospital to fight off fevers of an unknown origin. She cast spells on me physically beat me, and destroyed me almost completely mentally. Then entirely by accident she looked into the mirror. I had fallen on top of it, and she went to pick up what she thought was my dead body. I had just enough energy to roll off of it when she was standing over me, and bang! That was it. I woke up, called for my parents, and was sent to a hospital.
Now she’s back, I haven’t fallen asleep, and this world that I am in now, its defiantly not a dream or Kansas. I’ll post again tomorrow with what has happened to me in the last two days. I promise its way better than this little preview that I just gave. Knight Ranger out.