Ireland’s Eye GhostWatch
In 1912, Helena Blunden was a 16-year-old worker in an Irish linen mill who had aspirations to be an opera singer. Hurrying to get to a concert one evening, she tripped on a mop and fell over a stair railing to her death. Her spirit, they say, still haunts the mill. Her footsteps have been heard along corridors, on the stairs and in a utility room. The webcam broadcasts live from a print room on one floor of the mill. You can report a sighting if you have one. They also have an actual recording of Helena singing, which was made just three months before her death.


This is a haunted library and you can actually see a ghost in this one, click on images to make them bigger.

This is the Norman Bates haunted house from the movie "Physco".





This picture is taken of the Harry Packer haunted house.

Thursday, November 29, 2007
Castle atop a mountain
Castle atop a mountain
In a distance
Where no one else exist
Except a king
Awaiting for his queen
Theirs a hidden fountain of love
In the midst and in the middle
Across the fields of flowers
Theirs a twist
In the meadows through the hours
A kiss that floats amongst the mist
From a queen that the king awaits in his tower
Through the air that's so thick
It devours its power of the kiss
As the king awaits
Thinking the kiss
Never exist
The distance between them
Seems to be a hit and miss
The fountain of love
In the middle of it all
Through the field of flowers
And the amongst the mist
Meeting her there
Her kiss would be there
Does he not know of this?
Awaiting he still waits
Knowing nothing of this
They may never meet
And their kiss will always be missed
Through the fog and the midst
Because
Maybe he doesn't know that
Meeting her half way
His queen actually does exist
Awaiting for her lovers kiss
He maybe waiting however long,
But his queen will be sending
Her kiss forever
In a distance
Where no one else exist
Except a king
Awaiting for his queen
Theirs a hidden fountain of love
In the midst and in the middle
Across the fields of flowers
Theirs a twist
In the meadows through the hours
A kiss that floats amongst the mist
From a queen that the king awaits in his tower
Through the air that's so thick
It devours its power of the kiss
As the king awaits
Thinking the kiss
Never exist
The distance between them
Seems to be a hit and miss
The fountain of love
In the middle of it all
Through the field of flowers
And the amongst the mist
Meeting her there
Her kiss would be there
Does he not know of this?
Awaiting he still waits
Knowing nothing of this
They may never meet
And their kiss will always be missed
Through the fog and the midst
Because
Maybe he doesn't know that
Meeting her half way
His queen actually does exist
Awaiting for her lovers kiss
He maybe waiting however long,
But his queen will be sending
Her kiss forever
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Our Souls And Our Spirits
Our souls and spirits
Reach the galaxy
Drifting into the Milky Way
Touching stars that will enlighten us
Shinning both of our hearts
With romance, passion
And amorousness
Soft kisses as our lips touch
Explosions erupt into devoted-ness
Our passion develops into romanticism
Clashing and bursting
With eruption within our minds
Gliding by the moon
Holding each other's hearts
As we drift into the Milky Way
Reach the galaxy
Drifting into the Milky Way
Touching stars that will enlighten us
Shinning both of our hearts
With romance, passion
And amorousness
Soft kisses as our lips touch
Explosions erupt into devoted-ness
Our passion develops into romanticism
Clashing and bursting
With eruption within our minds
Gliding by the moon
Holding each other's hearts
As we drift into the Milky Way
Terry Freeman Freeman Family Web Designers CA, 95973 US | Work: teri412002@yahoo.com | |
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