Monday, July 9, 2012

The Hauntings of Indiana

First off, let me start this post by informing the reader that I do not/will not ever believe in haunted places. It's all hogwash, if you ask me. If you were to ask my sister Sara, on the other hand, she would swear up and down that not only has she seen ghosts, but she also lived in a haunted house that they had to call in "special authorities" to eradicate the unwanted visitors. My twin brother is a half-way believer. He recently posted this on Facebook about a supposed ghost, "Dear Edna Collins, I know we shouldn't of went out and bugged you on your bridge last night, but you didn't have to take my hub cap!!! That's like $100 dollars to replace :( You all are for-warned....she'll steal your hub cap!". 
Being raised in Indiana doesn't give you a lot to do. So if you want to avoid the meth bandwagon, you join the "let's go visit haunted places" one. I think that's the reason why in my small town there's about 7 haunted places alone--there's nothing better to do than make up rumors about potentially spooky places. That, and it's more appealing than going to see "the beater" in front of his TV at night.
That being said, let's go over some of my favorite haunted places in Indiana.

1) EDNA COLLINS/COLLINGS BRIDGE
 


The legend begins in the early 1920’s when a little girl drowned in Little Walnut
Creek just beneath the bridge. Her parents often traveled into Greencastle. The little girl would beg to be allowed to stay behind with her dog and swim in Little Walnut Creek. Often her parents would agree and drop her off along the way. They wouldn't be gone long, and she was to listen for the car horn that would signal their return.  
On one of these occasions, when the parents returned to the bridge her father honked, but she did not come. Thinking she hadn’t heard the first time, he honked again, and then waited. She still didn't appear. 
He honked a third time. When they didn’t get a response, her parents got out of the car to look for her.
There on the bank sat her dog, soaked. He ran to them, jumping and running back to the water's edge.
There in the middle of the creek lay their daughter, face down in the water. Her father rushed into the water, the distraught pet bounding after him. Once back on the bank her father tried unsuccessfully to breathe life into his little girl. 
Since that horrible day the ghost of the little girl is said to haunt the bridge. Throughout the years, many people who have heard this story have visited the bridge  and have seen the little girl they call Edna 
Collins for lack of another name. Some say they’ve seen her standing at the end of the bridge with her dog beside her, waiting. 
So what do you do when you visit this place? It's simple--drive half-way through the covered bridge. Roll down your windows, honk the horn 3 times, and completely turn off your car. Wait five minutes. Supposedly she'll get in your car.


2) HELL'S GATES. (Brazil, IN)





Rumor has it that there were 7 Gates to Hell located throughout the countryside around the Wabash Valley. When you reach one of these tunnels, legend says to stop and flash either your car lights or a flashlight 3 times. Then travel through the tunnel. Turn around and return to your original side. Then wait in the darkness. Some claim to have seen blood dripping on the walls, some say spirits begin to knock on car windows or the roof of your car. Cries of restless spirits killed on the train tracks above the tunnel can be heard or chants from long lead members of a cult can be heard whispering in the woods. The worst rumor is that, if you see your name begin to glow on the walls, you will die by morning.


3) 100 STEPS. (Brazil, IN)

"One hundred steps is the count, in darkness you shall find. Beware the path from whence you came when your steps count 99"
Carpenter's Cemetery lies just west of 340 and US 40 on CR 675. Locally it is better known as 100 steps. The graveyard has become very popular over the years and because of childish vandals, is often watched by local law officers. 
Legend has it that, on the darkest nights when you can't see your hand in front of you, you can walk up the broken steps of this cemetery and count 100 steps. As you walk down, people are amazed when the steps they count are only 99. It is not an easy thing to do since there are only 60 or so steps there any other time of the day or night. Another popular idea is that it isn't the number of the actual stone stairs but the number of steps you take from the bottom of the hill. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you keep counting and keep walking until you reach 100, then you turn around and try to take the same size steps back to the stairs and on down to the bottom.
Legend says the dark of the night must be total and you must not be able to see where you step. Flashlights and bright moon light don't count. Some have been known to use a scarf as a blindfold to get the total darkness. As you can see in the photo, walking up or down this steep hill on these broken, uneven steps could be dangerous even in the light of day. This might not be the best idea.     Legend also tells of those trying to take a safer way up and down the hill, walking on the ground beside the steps. Even with a flashlight or moon light, many people report of being knocked down hard to the ground while trying this cheat, some with hand prints appearing on their back or chest. 

So, the question is, why would anyone try to walk the steps at night? The legend continues that if you are able to navigate the steps in the pitch of darkness and make the magical counts, then that night, before the rise of the sun, the spirit of the original caretaker will somehow make known to you the manner of your death. If you are not careful while going down the steps, it wouldn't take a ghost to tell you how how you might die.


3). SPOOK LIGHT HILL. (Brazil, IN)




On a cool October night, many years ago, Old Man Lowry sat up waiting for his only daughter to come home. He was known to be very protective of his beloved Rebecca. His wife had passed away when giving birth to Rebecca and was all the family he had in the world. The night was still early and Mr. Lowry knew his daughter was enjoying an evening at the church social, but the weather was turning bad off in the distance and he was hoping his girl was paying attention to the weather as much as she might be paying attention to the young men at the social. As the flash of lightning grew closer he watched the hill expecting to see his daughter driving the horse and buggy home. At long last he saw her rig come over the hill and ran out to help her put away the horse. To his horror, he saw by the flash of lightning that the buggy was empty. He jumped onto the buggy and tore off back towards the church in search of his daughter. Half way there, he saw her lying on the roadside. As he jumped off the buggy and came to her side, he found that her head had been completely severed. Rebecca Lowry was buried in the family cemetery near to where her body was found. It was assumed that in the storm, she had been thrown from the buggy and that the wheels had somehow decapitated her. The most puzzling part of the story is, her head was never found.
Now, years later, hundreds of people have claimed to see mysterious lights roaming the hillside. Most believe that, even after his death, Rebecca's father is still searching for his daughter's head. Others say it is just gas or something natural. What ever it is, few dispute that fact of the mysterious lights that seem to haunt Spook Light Hill.
To find this site, go North on State Road 59. Turn left on the County Line Road right before the Park County Sign. The road splits and you want to stay left. Soon the road turns to gravel. Continue about 4 miles. Some stop at the top of the hill and flash their lights 3 times to tell the ghost they are there, some say the best view is at the bottom of the hill facing State Road 59.



Now go grab some marshmallows and have a bonfire and tell s'more stories!!!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

You Know You're From Indiana If....

This is NOT a joke. I'm not really sure what we call mangoes, or if people from Indiana know what they are.


"I washed the toilet".


Yup. Come fourth of July, we light any kind of fireworks in our yard.


Fact.


:)





And yet no one can dance still?


Ha.


People sing "Gary Indiana" to me all the time. DONT THEY KNOW THE RULE?!?

Ain't it the truth. Especially going to school!


Menacing devils.


We have the gear to play in my garage...
(case in point...hahaha)


Um, yes.


Because you know, you have to go to all the haunted places!!


Let's not forget Kokomo or Versailles.


SUGAR CREAM PIE!!!


Okay, not really bicyclists. No one really exercises without getting honked at.


Hoosiers are too nice.


Indy=Indianapolis!
And freaking annoying. but there's a rule that if three cars are behind a tractor, they have to pull over.


The sad truth.


And have burnout competitions. And your principle ends every announcement with "Git 'r done!"


I'm a BOSS at this game.


Who needs shoes??


Hello, we get school off for this, because everyone would skip if they didn't.


"Tear-uh-hoe-t" Hard T optional.

Monday, June 18, 2012

I Date T00LS Part 2.

Why?? It's not like I'm ugly or something. Proof (a picture of my twin and I from our 23rd birthday):
Anyhow, because I'm a kind-hearted soul, I won't make you go all the way back to the first post about tools just so you can know what my definition of what one is. Basically, tools are "guys who are on the narcissistic/egotistical side who don't really care too much about you. It's one of those, hey, you're replaceable kind of dealios. Overall, they just do really stupid things. And they get away with it". 


Why do they get away with it? Because we let them. Because we make excuses for them. Because we like them. Because they know they can get away with it. Because deep down we want to be wanted so badly that we'll compromise how we expect to be treated with how they treat us. Plus, let's be honest with ourselves---tools tend to be on the attractive side.


As a random side note, I'm blogging about this because I can't find the wii remote to watch White Collar on Netflix. I blame the roommate who holes herself into her would-be-dungeon if she wasn't a muggle.


In any case, I just got done dating one of these tools. Well, sort of. Once I decide to grow up and do what's best for me, we will.


Let me paint a picture for you.


Okay, now let me actually paint a picture for you. But this time it's about the guy I was dating. And the weapon of choice: words.
Attractive, fun, nice, stable, and many more things. So of course I liked him. However, he kind of only liked me a little bit. So why did he bring up exclusively dating? Heck if I know. Apparently he doesn't even know. I think it's because he thought that's what I wanted. His guess was that he hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, so obviously I was the perfect solution.  T_T


It became pretty apparent that there was no way that he was interested in me enough to be exclusively dating me. Come on people, if you agree to only date one person, you gotta like them a pretty good amount. Enough that you'd actually, oh, I don't know--put EFFORT into your relationship. But this guy really didn't. Oh, excuse me--one time out of the two months we were dating, he actually said that I looked pretty. My bad. His excuse was that he didn't want to put in a lot of effort because he didn't know how much he liked me. TRANSLATION: He didn't like me enough to put effort into our relationship, and he obviously didn't like me enough to be that affectionate. And hello, girls need that, or else they're just going to feel like crap about themselves. It's an amazing feeling to be dating someone and really feel like that don't give a horse's poop about you. Basically my favorite.


Now to the best part: He finally admits that exclusively dating me probably isn't the path he'd rather take. Actually, he'd rather just casually hang out with me and date me. That's basically like saying,  "Hi, I have an idea. I really can't see this going anywhere, but I like hanging out with you, so I'm going to be selfish and try to keep you around so that you can even feel worse about yourself. Now I can maybe just text you once a week instead of the three times a week, and now I don't have to call you at all, even though there was that one time that I did...and oh ya, now I can hook up with other girls while you secretly wish that I would like you more".


PERFECT, RIGHT?!? So here I am, a freaking pansy, and even though I know I'd get hurt by it, I really, really, want to still be around him so I'm considering this awful proposal. Why? As I said before--Because deep down we want to be wanted so badly that we'll compromise how we expect to be treated with how they treat us. That's not even taking into consideration the whole when-you-date-someone-you-become-attached thing.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go Ava Kedavra my roommate or something. 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Expectations




"Every girl is expected to have caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall butt, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, and the arms of Michelle Obama. The only person close to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes. Everyone else is struggling." -Tina Fey

I "WiSH" and other Princess Ideas :)

Catch a Falling Star and put it in your pocket...save it for a Rainy Day!!





I love the Princess Dairies. Someone got that movie right for every single girl on the planet. Why? I'll tell you.

1). We secretly wish we were all princesses as we wait day by day in our mundane lives until the magical turning point when the secret service comes to inform us of our royal birth. Which is why, ye peasants, my parents never should have told me I was related to Princess Diana (a relation via the Spencer/Churchill line). Can you imagine the effect that would have on a little girl? Scheming and daydreaming about how one day they would magically need me to step in to claim my royalty--despite the fact that as the youngest child I would automatically be last in line. Oh, did I mention that this relation is distant? Yah. Thought so.

2). Some numb-skull planted the idea in every girl's head that if we had the right makeup, hairdo, clothes, etc--that we'd all be drop-dead gorgeous. So the only thing that's getting in our way is the fact that we all don't have our own personal stylist to break their brush as they comb our hair. Seriously--the girl starts out with a practical unibrown, a white girl fro, no makeup, and an awful taste in clothes. Do you see my point here? Most of us on a daily basis wear makeup and try to look decent, so our "makeover" wouldn't be nearly as drastic. Her starting point isn't ours. Granted, some days eyebrows get a little bit out of control, but you catch my drift.

3). Everyone wants to be FAMOUS!!! No explanation needed.

4). Think of hot boy who's out of your league who also happens to be a tool. Then think about him wanting you. Then in the end you end up turning him down for another boy. There's something so justifying and uplifting about that. I'm not really sure what yet. It just IS. Maybe it's more about having the self-esteem to value your worth and actually sticking to your guns when it comes to choosing what's best for you. Yaaaah, that's it.

Finally...a favorite dance from "Just Another Cinderella Story"


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Why Being A Twin Has Ruined My Life

WHAT?!?

I know what you're thinking.
1) I'm the most treacherous twin in the world, and should have my twin-ship removed for saying such a blasphemous thing.
2) How could I hate being a twin? Most people would cut off their left pinky toe to be a twin.

Come on, people. I don't hate being a twin. I really love it--minus when I had to share that womb back in '89. One of us never really learned how to share, so the other of us got the short end of the stick.
In any case, to make my point:
Little did you know, but being a twin leaves you with a very serious disease that the locals call "twin-syndrome". Never heard of it? It's okay, I made it up. But like all diseases (whether they be real or fake), it comes with symptoms.

Symptom #1: The inability to go to the grocery store by yourself without tons of self-discipline. 

Hey, I get it. Other people don't like going places by themselves, either. But you don't understand. When you've had someone tied to your hip with an invisible rope since birth, it's almost as if you're physically incapable of completing such a task. Who's going to talk to you while you compare the prices of the cheapest ranch dressing? Who's going to carry the extra bags of groceries due to the fact that you procrastinated shopping for a month? And MOST importantly---who's going to sit shot-gun in the car while you sing loudly to the Mariah Carey? It's not like you can just sit in the car in silence.

Symptom #2: The competitive streak that never really goes away.

There are those people who are competitive because they're insecure jerks who feel like they need to prove that they're better than everyone else. Then you have a twin--who's competitive nature comes from his upbringing. You're always be compared to someone pretty dang similar to yourself. If you screw up, well, there's always someone close to show your dear parents that you could have done better. I will note the fact that the guy upstairs gave me a tiny break by giving me a fraternal twin. So when it comes to things like sports, I don't feel the necessity of feeling bad that he'll always beat me. I'm pretty sure it's a physiological fact that boys are born with more muscles. (Please don't keep track of all my non-facts--I don't want to be discredited; then I might only have one reader instead of two). Alas, I can't pull the gender card when it comes to my brother being better at playing the clarinet, or getting better grades, or having the knack of making more people laugh. Realizations like these are dealt with by long nights of facebook stalking and chocolate.

Symptom #3: Hi, my name is Sheila, and I have creeper tendencies (see reference at end of note 2).

Fact. I have stalked down people who were in my class years ago in 2nd grade. Ya know, when I lived in Nevada for a brief period of time. Why did I feel the need to reconnect to people I barely knew? Heck if I know. Oh wait, yes I do. Twin-syndrome! (See, it really helps you feel good inside to have a reason for the things you do). But really--being a twin makes you feel like you need to have all these connections to everyone. It's kind of like a spiderweb. Most spiderwebs get damaged over time, so the spider builds new connections. But, being the way I am, my brain is wired in such a way that I feel like it's necessary to not only keep building new connections with people, but to make sure that none of the older parts of my web get damaged. Because obviously that would mean the end of the world.
Okay, so maybe not the end of the world. But do you call your mother 3 times a day? Didn't think so.


Symptom #4: You incorrectly believe that everyone in the world cares about the things you say.

Think about it. You have a twin. You have that twin connection thing going on. You grew up ALWAYS having someone who was willing to listen. Then life happened, and your twin wasn't 10 feet away from you anymore. So then you stupidly decide that everyone else in that 10 foot radius must obviously care about what's going to come out of your mouth. Yah, that glazed look means THEY'RE NOT LISTENING! But apparently your brain doesn't work fast enough to process that (or you're just in denial) because you'll continue to use them as a sounding board anyway. Go figure.


So you see, ladies and gents, being a twin is not all it's cracked up to be. And here I didn't even list separation anxiety. Not that I have it or anything. Just because I convinced my twin to lay down $600 just so we wouldn't have to be in different states on our birthday doesn't mean anything!

Amen.