The Snow Women of Japan

A young man lived alone in the woods, his house high up on a mountain trail.

The years passed slowly, each longer than the last; so deep was his loneliness.

Early one dark winter, a vicious snowstorm whipped along the countryside – a seemingly endless blizzard buried the trees and roads in white powder, freezing lakes and beasts and unwary travelers as it went.

The young man sat by his fire, alone and weeping.

“Oh, how I wish I had someone to share this miserable night with.”

No sooner had he sighed this phrase, than a soft knock struck his door – and a soft voice cried out “Help me…”


Winter – for all its hazards – has long been regarded by humans as one of the most beautiful times of the year.

The surreality of the paper-white ground, the bold patterns of bare tree branches across the gray sky, the tranquility of a fresh snowfall late at night.

In ancient times, ghost stories populated winter nights moreso than any other season, largely because the nights last so much longer and the barren landscape reminded us of life’s fleeting nature.

In Japan, spirits are said to exist that exemplify winter in all its danger and beauty.

They go by many names, varying from prefecture to prefecture, but they are most commonly known as the Yuki Onna (Snowfall Woman) and the Tsurara Onna (Icicle Woman), though legends are unclear as to whether these names are simply references to the same spirit.

However, the distinction between these spirits (if such a distinction exists) is the way in which they come to be. The Yuki Onna is, as westerners would describe it, a vengeful ghost of a young maiden who perished in a snowstorm. The Tsurara Onna, conversely, is born from an icicle infused with young man’s loneliness.

The two behave in much the same way, preying on men who wander too far off into the woods. Exactly how they go about this tends to vary from region to region, either acting much like vampires or succubi, often with the ability to drain the warmth or life force from their victim’s body. In ancient times, these spirits were universally feared and folklorically canonized as evil, though recent literature has shown sympathy towards them, appearing (often, but not always, as spectral love interests) in media ranging from Neil Gaiman novels to Akira Kurosowa films to Pokémon.

Do you have any examples of/encounters with such a creature to share? Let us know!

The Origins of Modern Spiritualism – the account of Margaret Fox

Modern Spiritualism has its roots in events that took place in Hydesville New York during the end of March, 1848.  The Fox family moved in to a small cottage at 8 West Union Street in Hydesville with a reputation for being haunted on December 11, 1847. Prior to the Fox family the property had been occupied by the Weekman family and had been vacant for several months prior to John Fox and his family moving there. John’s wife, Margaret and their two daughters, Margaretta the eldest and their younger daughter known as Kate or Cathie.

John Fox and his family moved into the house on a temporary basis while construction was underway on what was to be their home not far away.  From December until the last part of March the house was apparently trouble free but in an affidavit from by Mrs. Fox signed April 4, 1848 it was revealed that conditions had changed dramatically. This was her recollection.


“On the night of the first disturbance we all got up, lighted a candle and searched the entire house, the noises continuing during the time, and being heard near the same place. Although not very loud, it produced a jar of the bedsteads and chairs that could be felt when we were in bed. It was a tremendous motion, more than a sudden jar. We could feel the jar when standing on the floor. It continued on this night until we slept. I did not sleep until about twelve o’clock. On March 30th we were disturbed all night. The noises were heard in all parts of the house. My husband stationed himself outside of the door while I stood inside, and the knocks came on the door between us. We heard footsteps in the pantry, and walking downstairs; we could not rest, and I then concluded that the house must be haunted by some unhappy restless spirit. I had often heard of such things, but had never witnessed anything of the kind that I could not account for before.


On Friday night, March 31st, 1848, we concluded to go to bed early and not permit ourselves to be disturbed by the noises, but try and get a night’s rest. My husband was here on all occasions, heard the noises, and helped search. It was very early when we went to bed on this night; hardly dark. I had been so broken of my rest I was almost sick. My husband had not gone to bed when we first heard the noises on this evening. I had just lain down. It commenced as usual. I knew it from all other noises I had ever heard before. The children, who slept in the other bed in the room, heard the rapping, and tried to make similar sounds by snapping their fingers.


“My youngest child, Cathie, said: ‘Mr. Splitfoot, do as I do,’ clapping her hands. The sound instantly followed her with the same number of raps. When she stopped, the sound ceased for a short time. Then Margaretta said, in sport, ‘Now, do just as I do. Count one, two, three, four,’ striking one hand against the other at the same time; and the raps came as before. She was afraid to repeat them. Then Cathie said in her childish simplicity, ‘Oh, mother, I know what it is. Tomorrow is April-fool day, and it’s somebody trying to fool us.’


“I then thought I could put a test that no one in the place could answer. I asked the noise to rap my different children’s ages, successively. Instantly, each one of my children’s ages was given correctly, pausing between them sufficiently long to individualize them until the seventh, at which a longer pause was made, and then three more emphatic raps were given, corresponding to the age of the little one that died, which was my youngest child.


“I then asked: ‘Is this a human being that answers my questions so correctly?’ There was no rap. I asked: ‘Is it a spirit? If it is, make two raps.’ Two sounds were given as soon as the request was made. I then said: ‘If it was an injured spirit, make two raps,’ which were instantly made, causing the house to tremble. I asked: ‘Were you injured in this house?’ The answer was given as before. ‘Is the person living that injured you?’ Answered by raps in the same manner. I ascertained by the same method that it was a man, aged thirty-one years, that he had been murdered in this house, and his remains were buried in the cellar; that his family consisted of a wife and five children, two sons and three daughters, all living at the time of his death, but that his wife had since died. I asked: ‘Will you continue to rap if I call my neighbors that they may hear it too?’ The raps were loud in the affirmative.


“My husband went and called in Mrs. Redfield, our nearest neighbor. She is a very candid woman. The girls were sitting up in bed clinging to each other and trembling with terror. I think I was as calm as I am now. Mrs. Redfield came immediately (this was about half-past seven), thinking she would have a laugh at the children. But when she saw them pale with fright, and nearly speechless, she was amazed, and believed there was something more serious than she had supposed. I asked a few questions for her, and was answered as before. He told her age exactly. She then called her husband, and the same questions were asked and answered.


“Then Mr. Redfield called in Mr. Duesler and wife, and several others. Mr. Duesler then called in Mr. and Mrs. Hyde, also Mr. and Mrs. Jewell. Mr. Duesler asked many questions, and received answers. I then named all the neighbors I could think of, and asked if any of them had injured him, and received no answer. Mr. Duesler then asked questions and received answers. He asked: ‘Were you murdered?’ Raps affirmative. ‘Can your murderer be brought to justice?’ No sound. ‘Can he be punished by the law?’ No answer. He then said: ‘If your murderer cannot be punished by the law, manifest it by raps,’ and the raps were made clearly and distinctly. In the same way, Mr. Duesler ascertained that he was murdered in the east bedroom about five years ago and that the murder was committed by a Mr. _______ on a Tuesday night at twelve o’clock; that he was murdered by having his throat cut with a butcher knife; that the body was taken down to the cellar; that it was not buried until the next night; that it was taken through the buttery, down the stairway, and that it was buried ten feet below the surface of the ground. It was also ascertained that he was murdered for his money, by raps affirmative.


“‘How much was it – one hundred?’ No rap. ‘Was it two hundred?’ etc., and when he mentioned five hundred the raps replied in the affirmative.


“Many called in who were fishing in the creek, and all heard the same questions and answers. Many remained in the house all night. I and my children left the house. My husband remained in the house with Mr. Redfield all night. On the next Saturday the house was filled to overflowing. There were no sounds heard during the day, but they commenced again in the evening. It was said that there were over three hundred persons present at the time. On Sunday morning the noises were heard throughout the day by all who came to the house.


“On Saturday night, April 1st, they commenced digging in the cellar; they dug until they came to water, and then gave it up. The noise was not heard on Sunday evening nor during the night. Stephen B. Smith and wife (my daughter Marie), and my son David S. Fox and wife, slept in the room this night.


“I heard nothing since that time until yesterday. In the forenoon of yesterday there were several questions answered in the usual way by rapping. I have heard the noises several times today.


“I am not a believer in haunted houses or supernatural appearances. I am very sorry that there has been so much excitement about it. It has been a great deal of trouble to us. It was our misfortune to live here at this time; but I am willing and anxious that the truth should be known, and that a true statement should be made. I cannot account for these noises; all that I know is that they have been heard repeatedly, as I have stated. I have heard this rapping again this (Tuesday) morning, April 4. My children also heard it.


“I certify that the foregoing statement has been read to me, and that the same is true; and that I should be willing to take my oath that it is so, if necessary.”


(Signed) MARGARET FOX, April 11, 1848.


This is a fascinating account of the dramatic events that catapulted the Fox sisters to national attention. Their lives were forever changed and the foundations of Modern Spiritualism had been laid.

5 Musicians Who Have Experienced the Paranormal

Of all professions, perhaps none are more intertwined with the influence of the supernatural than that of the Artist.
As such, perhaps those of an artistic mind are more open to paranormal experience – or more willing to accept an experience as such.
Please enjoy our list of 5 musicians who are believed to have had paranormal encounters!



Yes, the guy who sang “Paradise by the Dashboard Light”.
Evidently, Meat Loaf is an avid believer in the paranormal, going so far as to frequently use an EMF meter to track apparitions.
He also experienced an encounter with a ghostly lady, clad in white, during the recording period for his Bat Out of Hell album.
As he lay in his bed, he saw a thin, pale woman pass by his window. Thinking that it was one of his producers’ groupies, he thought nothing of it until a short time after.
He later was confronted with poltergeist-like activity, slamming doors and smashing glass until he finally downed an entire bottle of sleeping pills – not exactly the wisest action – and only then slept until morning.



Kendrick Lamar reportedly met the ghost of Tupac, who told him “Not to let (his) music die”.
He purports to have seen Shakur come to him in a dream, appearing in silhouette and giving his fan a moving word of encouragement.
Pardon the pun, but the experience must have been… “humbling”. 😉



During the recording of his seminal album Time Out of Mind (Because all of his albums are “seminal” somehow), Bob Dylan had repeated experiences involving Buddy Holly.
Always subtle, as most experiences of the sort are, Holly’s music became a dominating prescence on the radios of Dylan’s recording studio.
The catch – Dylan and crew had no hand in tuning in.
He even alluded to this in a Grammy acceptance speech:

“I just wanted to say, one time when I was about sixteen or seventeen years old, I went to see Buddy Holly play at the Duluth National Guard Armory (late January, 1959)…I was three feet away from him…and he looked at me. And I just have some sort of feeling that he was – I don’t know how or why – but I know he was with us all the time we were making this record, in some kind of way.”



We’ll be honest, it’s not surprising that David Bowie has made it on to this list.
During the mid-70’s, Bowie’s ‘Thin White Duke’ phase was in full swing, at which time he began experimenting with magic and… other substances.
However, all this experimenting came with a price, as Bowie gradually grew paranoid that seemingly everything was out to kill him;
Nazis, heights, a group of witches called the Brides of Satan, and even the Manson family (though this was 1970’s California, so perhaps this was not so farfetched as his other fears).
This all came to a head, at which point he hired a White Witch by the name of Walli Elmark to come and exorcise the demons from his home.
According to Bowie’s wife at the time, Angie, the swimming pool bubbled and boiled and churned and ‘thrashed’ in unexplainable ways until the exorcism came to a conclusion.



Probably the most notable example of a musician meeting the supernatural, the tale of Robert Johnson barely needs an introduction.
Leaving home as a teenager (and mediocre blues musician), Johnson would within the course of his short life become one of the most influential musicians of all time.
So how could someone who, upon leaving home an unimpressive instrumentalist, suddenly become renowned as a blues crooner for nearly a century after his untimely death at the age of 27?
Practice certainly could have had nothing to do with it.
Clearly, Johnson made a deal with the Devil himself.

This may seem like hyperbole, but it must be remembered that a great amount of the man’s personal life is an enigma… the only lasting testiments that Johnson existed at all are a handful of eyewitness accounts… and his songs.
Most of his 29-song repetoire consisted of reworkings of older blues traditionals – unsurprising for a delta blues musician – but included three songs he penned himself.

Their names?

Hellhound On My Trail, At the Crossroads Blues, and Me and the Devil Blues.


These songs detail a Faustian pact made at a crossroads between the speaker and a ghostly dealmaker (for women and fame in exchange for his soul, naturally), and the demon’s subsequent pursuit of the speaker to the ends of the earth in order collect his debt.
The speculation that this story is more than pure fiction – in fact, possibly autobiographical – has not been lost in the generations since.
After all, we know nothing of Johnson except what he left as a legacy.


The Trick-Or-Treatise: On the Evolution of A Custom.

The origins of Halloween are pretty well-known to most fans of anything even remotely other-worldly.
It’s technically “supposed” to be called Samhain (pronounced Sah-When) and is derived from the pagan Celtic festival which took place around the solstice.
Of course, other traditionally spooky celebrations such as Walpurgisnacht (although that’s in April) have been mixed in, and in recent years Halloween has become Christmas’ hyper-commercialized spooky brother.
But that’s another article.

The celebration of Halloween has today become inseparable from ghost hunts, revealing costumes, and binges of equal parts alcohol and horror flick.
Today, however, on this fantastic holiday, we will look at something a bit more kid-friendly: Trick-Or-Treating.
How long has it been a thing? And why?
Sit back, dear reader, for today we learn.

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Trick-or-Treatise part I: The Conquering
The Holiday of Halloween, of course, has pagan roots. Samhain was celebrated on the first of November and was meant to venerate the harvest (and drink).
They also associated the darker half of the year… from fall to winter… with death and decay, and believed that the spirits would become active on the day before Samhain.
In an attempt to ward off the less kind of these ghosts, and to pay tribute to fallen relatives, they left out small meals and loaves of bread and other small treats.
Thus, Halloween has managed to stay true to its roots of horror and partying for millenia.

Near the end of the Roman Empire, great areas of Celt land were overtaken and conquered.
During these ages, the practice seemed to continue, such was the appeal of Halloween even in ancient times.

Trick-or-Treatise part II: The Souling
Near the 8th or 11th century, The Catholic Church had gained control of the area. The Church’s calendar contained two holidays, All Saints Day and All Souls Day.
All Saints Day was intended to honor fallen saints, and observe the importance of their martyrdoms. A feast was mandated to be held on the 13th of May as commemoration.
All Souls Day, unsurprisingly, is meant to venerate passed loved ones and ancestors, and became linked with a practice known as “Souling”, which consisted of leaving out small sweets and treats on All Souls Night.
Incidentally, this is where the similar practices observed in South America (known as La Dia De Los Muertos) originated.
All Souls Day was originally observed sometime in the Spring, and later sometime in Winter, but always intentionally directly after the feast of All Saints.
This eventually led to the amalgamation of the two into All Hallow’s Eve, which occurred overlapping Samhain, likely because it was most convenient for all observers.

Trick-or-Treatise part III: The Guising
Since the Celts are wont to set trends for Halloween, the final piece of the Trick or Treat puzzle falls into place in the 16th century, based in the Scottish practice of “Guising”.
Guising is essentially the same as trick-or-treating as Americans would know it, with children donning outlandish costumes and going door-to-door to collect treats, with the exception that the child is often expected to actually perform a trick.
Associated rituals, such as “mumming” developed in other countries (and included essentially the same practices) but not necessarily set on Halloween.
However, in America, a phrase shouted by mischievous kids on their neighbor’s doorsteps became widespread and included reference to the other well-known Halloween practice of extreme pranking:

"Trick or Treat!"


You know, when it comes to love, the only difference between “romance” and “stalking” is attraction. A multitude of lists have been made about the “Top Ten Spooky Love Songs OMG!”, but these seem to be about 20 of the same songs on repeat. (Yes, we all know that “Every Breath You Take” is creepy, it’s not a surprise anymore!)
So here, I’ve decided to dig up some of the less commonly-mentioned creeper songs. Some you may know, some you may not, but all of them are worthy of this list. So ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present our favorite obsessive stalker songs.



A very interesting group indeed, the Saint Louis- based rock band LUDO scored some minor hits back in the 00’s with songs such as “Love Me Dead” and “Good Will Hunting By Myself”.
However, one of their more obscure tracks – an album cut off of 2008’s “You’re Awful, I Love You”- holds up as an almost excessively beautiful song… about excessively un-beautiful things.
The Horror Of Our Love presents a narrative that alternates between different horror scenarios, all with the common theme of a twisted love story taking place.

4. THE CURE – WHY CAN’T I BE YOU? (1987)

THE CURE? Writing a song about an obsessive stalker?
… Well I never.
If you can’t tell by the title, this song is a frantic plea from the singer to his… I think “crush” is putting it mildly… about how “simply elegant” and “delicious” and “intelligent” and “wooooooo!” she is.
I just can’t help but think the subject of this song doesn’t exactly know what he’s thinking. Or, probably, that he even exists.


Alright, I’ll admit this doesn’t quite fit the “lesser known song” criteria, but why is it that nobody seems to acknowledge that this is an absolutely creepy song??
A monstrous hit released at the height of the mid-00’s pop punk craze, “Sugar, We’re Going Down” by FALL OUT BOY details the progression of a remarkably shallow one-night stand that eventually culminates in a verse like this:

Is this more than you bargained for yet?
Oh, don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him?

…. Yeah. That’s about as blatant a verse about stalking as I’ve ever heard. Good song though. Next!


Has no invention served as a stalker’s go-to method more than the telephone?
DR. HOOK AND THE MEDICINE SHOW‘s first single, “Sylvia’s Mother”, tells a maudlin little story about a man calling his ex, named “Sylvia”, only to be answered by his ex’s mother, “Mrs. Avery”, and pleads with her to give Sylvia the phone.
But the real selling point of what makes this song so… stalkery, is the vocal delivery of the singer. He whimpers the (very obviously) Shel Silverstein-penned lyrics with an agonizing amount of conviction.
Knowing the band’s discography and sense of humor, this song may have been meant as a parody of melodramatic breakup songs, but regardless, I imagine it must have been terrible to be named Sylvia (or Mrs. Avery, for that matter) circa 1972 due to this song.


So here it is, my personal top pick.
I don’t care how pretty it is. I don’t care that it’s a classic. I don’t care that the chorus is the most bubblegum I-VI-IV-V chord progression in history.
ELO‘s forlorn breakup song, “Telephone Line”, is a song about a jilted lover who incessantly calls his ex-girlfriend, regardless of whether or not anyone answers.
He also seems to relish in the fact that his ex can’t seem to keep a steady relationship, and still he calls her.
Letting the phone ring.


So we've tried a bit of a different idea this time, what did you think?
Let us know your favorite songs about unhinged love.

On Fri. Oct. 13, 2017

Human society has long been known to ascribe significance to certain days.
We have holidays, for example. These include Christmas, Labor Day, Beer Can Appreciation Day (which also happens to be my birthday), and my personal favorite, Halloween.
Sometimes we hold anniversaries in high regard, birthdays, or even simply “a good day”, in which nothing particularly negative happens within a 24-hour span.
But there is one day that, to many (barring a few fans of a certain horror franchise), is regarded with a certain air of dread and avoidance.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia* – because everything has scientific name – is the complete and paralyzing fear of Friday the 13th.
Often, we attribute phobias to an innate and understandable fear. Spiders, snakes, heights, clowns… these are all phenomena that, though not everyone shares the fear of them, everyone can at least understand why they would be scary to some.
Spiders likely feasted on our primordial ancestors, and on top of that, just look terrifying. Especially the Maratus Personatus. Google if you dare.
Heights are inherently dangerous, and doubly intimidating if you’ve ever seen Vertigo.
Clowns are… well, needless to say, research has been done.
But why have we in the Western Hemisphere all agreed to be afraid of a single, seemingly random day out of the month?


Perhaps this superstition has its roots in numerology. Many cultures regard a certain number as cursed or unlucky.
In Japan, the number 4 is often regarded with a similar solemnity, as the word for 4 in Japanese (“Shi”) is a homophone for the word for death (also “Shi”).
But in America, it is known as a fearful number. Probably even the most dreadful, aside from possibly 666 (the numbah! of! the! beast!). But why?
“Death” and “thirteen” don’t bear much resemblance, I would argue that 79 is far more intimidating, and no-one can seem to trace the origins of exactly why it’s meant to be unlucky.
The ancient Turks are said to have absolutely loathed the number – avoiding its use in all but the most necessary situations – and the ancient Vikings and Indians associated it with death.
The Vikings may have associated it with bad luck due to the God Loki (of course), who crashed a dinner party of twelve gods and consequently conspired with the god Hod there to murder Baldur, who was killed by a lance of mistletoe puncturing his heart… Man, Norse mythology is brutal.
The Indians believed that the 13th member of any gathering was sure to die by the end of the year.
There were 13 disciples at the Last Supper, one of which betrayed Jesus and caused his death (which occurred on a Friday).
I would argue this example has less to do with the number of people at the table and more about Judas’ motivations, but I’ll move on before this gets all Andrew Lloyd-Weber.

Our fear of Friday, however, has more of a tangible basis.
Though I personally like Friday – weekends are nice – the day is regarded as an unlucky one in Christian cultures.
Evidently, Adam and Eve were ousted from the Garden on a Friday. Thus, it is the weekly anniversary of mankind falling from grace.
As was mentioned before, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.
In English, it is named after Frigg, the Norse Goddess of – you guessed it – death.
So, uh, T.G.I.F? I feel like such a wet blanket when I research this kind of thing.
By the way, the oldest tale I could track down based on the well known day was the aptly titled novel “Friday, the Thirteenth” which was released in 1907.
It’s about bank fraud, or something. So, you know, exactly like the film.

So, do you laugh in the face of fear? Shroud yourself in Superstition? Or perhaps you have some interesting anecdotes about the Unluckiest Day in the Western World. If you do, send us your story, we'd love to hear it!


*”Paraskevidekatriaphobia” was coined in the early 90’s by a Dr. Donald Dossey, 1934-2016.

What Is Automatic Writing?

Its Origins and History

In the 1800’s epidemics were prevalent throughout America. Cholera swept through towns, villages and cities, killing thousands. Modern medicine was in its earliest stages and often ran the risk of doing more harm than good for the patient. Tuberculosis was common and deadly. In the later decades of the era, the horrors of the Civil War saw many casualties on the battlefield. Out of this backdrop of sorrow there came a deep need for survivors to communicate one last time with loved ones. Automatic Writing was one method that became popular to facilitate this communication.

Automatic Writing is a form of communication with the supernatural or paranormal world, in a similar vein to scrying and spirit boards. It has existed in many ways for centuries, from the shamans and mystics of ancient times to the more modern Spiritualist and Surrealist movements. In this more recent method, participants must lightly hold onto the specialized planchette while asking questions, and the results are relayed to them through the writing instrument as it makes contact with the writing surface.

Used by writers, artists, and paranormal investigators alike, Automatic Writing has produced not only possible insight into the world beyond, but also beautiful stream-of-consciousness poetry and other artistic works.

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