The
ghost-Lords of Oleander: (Warning: Graphic
photos of ghosts)
The
men who became ghosts in Oleander are mostly unknown. A few
of them however were once prominent community folk who died
and consequently creep the neighborhood with their lonely
translucent wisps of their former selves. Some are harmless.
Some have put locals into insane asylums. I've learned this
through my research. The hush hush of it all. When I lived
in Las Vegas I learned that all the suicides there were kept
hushed as well. The Las Vegas Review Journal just doesn't
report all the broken hearts that leap from buildings downtown
and along the Strip to their violent demise. It's no wonder
that Las Vegas has so many haunts. Here, in the Oleander neighborhood
the old newspaper publisher can be seen crawling across the
midnight streets on all fours, spit shooting from his blackened
mouth, eyes like coal and mouth agape. Sources say it will
crawl right up to you, jaws snapping in ghostly madness.
Other
men are ghosts too: the victims of the Lords and Lords themselves.
An entire group of ghosts can be witnessed torturing other
ghouls and wretched gray mists of the unknown. One must simply
explore the Oleander streets to witness such madness as the
dead who once tortured real life souls to their very end.
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Yokut
ghosts and the Oleander wolfmen:
On
stormy nights Oleander residents say they can hear drums pound
as if the native heart of that very house, as if from the
very ground, beating, pounding to take the building away and
let the Yokut spirits rest in eternal slumber. Experts say
that some Yokut ghosts have turned evil against man, and against
the dark ghosts of Oleander. They can be seen in their wolf-like
howl chanting for an end to being the burden of the white
man's ghosts. It is a bitter rivalry, but one that has taken
Yokut spirits to sometimes haunt anyone in the Oleander community.
The people perhaps buried
at this holy Native American site were once just people like
you or I. But they and their once thriving tribelets in this
once water-filled valley have since been desecrated by the
spirits of the Lords, the Oleander mansion itself, and the
tree of blood
and screams. Beware of hearing their drums. The
cycle or their warpath is not one to be taken lightly. Their
shaman leaders, black widows spilling from their ghost mouths,
can curse any man into insanity, so the legend goes. I have
never seen a Yokut spirit and for that matter, never want
to. It has been terrifying enough to have seen so many ghost
children. I don't think I could handle a Native spirit so
desecrated by the touch of the white man.
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The
night of the dancing ghost children:
If ever
there has been one horiffic night it was September 13th, 2004,
the event I call, 'The night of the dancing ghost children.'
This was the final night I took my camera out to the Lords
house, and one of only a few events where I captured ghosts
on film. These were also the most terrifying ghost-images
I ever recorded.
You
would think that after I had seen a few ghosts that I could
handle seeing more, and that pictures, well, would be really
easy to look at. That's just not the case. I have horrible
goose bumps just writing this to you. And I will likely have
nightmares because of posting these images online for the
world to see. I had hidden them away, thought about deleting
ever last one, as I don't particularly want to be haunted
by the images not on film, but that I once saw in Oleander.
That
night was like any other night. Until I decided to do more
Lords research. I had heard of an etching that was made on
the wall along the Oleander street mansion. It was supposed
to be a faint pentagram, left by a certain Lord as a curse
on all the other Lords for wronging him. It was Satanic ritual
against Satanic ritualistic men. How utterly evil and demented
is that? I didn't realize I was going to happen on a particularly
deserted night. There seemed to be no cars, no transients,
no wind, no crickets; just a pale glowing evening and me with
a camera and flashlight. I find it so strange that every time
I have ever poked around the sidewalks of that mansion that
I have never seen a living soul. And I saw none that night
either.
I did
see several black widows creeping up the walls and hanging
out over the side walk. If you know me very well you know
I hate them and they make me tremble. I almost died after
getting bit by one on Halloween 1999 in one of the creepiest
episodes of my life, ever. But that's another story. I had
my flashlight out and found the pentagram. No sooner had I
snapped an image of it that I heard childrens laughter, and
then children crying, and then a strange sad music that I
cannot even begin to explain.
I first
saw a pair of dancing ghost children. They were terrible looking,
but held each other in the strangest embrace and danced across
the lawn onto the sidewalk, around the gaslamp on the corner
and then back onto the lawn.
And
then the truly terrifying moment happened. The crying ghost
child that I heard made my skin crawl so much as I saw it
and it moved toward me. It kept crying, face half covered,
and I expected as it was upon me to try to bite and claw at
me. I stepped back but it only became more determined. It
raised its arms, its chin raised and eyes opened wide. It's
mouth wide to let out a horrid moan as is clawed toward me.
I couldn't
breathe but was able to snap just a few photos that caught
it just before it washed over me and across the street...
Image 1: A pair of ghost children haunt
the lawn of the Oleander mansion
Image 2: A ghost child
Image 3: The crying child ghost moves
closer
Image 12: Filled with terror, I snap
this photo right before it passes
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The
demon ghost children
There
is talk of ghosts so evil in the Oleander area that to even
mention them is unspeakable. Released from the Satanic worshipping
that went on in the Oleander mansion, the demon ghosts take
form mainly in the legend of the ghost child, that is, the
ghost of Jeremy
Sebastian Sinclair. I have done research on this
ghostkid, but keep in mind, he is not alone. There are rumors
of other demon ghost children who may still take human form
in the Oleander area, not to mention who may still wander
as the most evil of ghosts. When living on Blanche Street
just off Oleander, the little boy who supposedly died in the
basement of the old teacher's house where I lived was not
demonic. He merely broke candles, turned on and off lights,
giggled once in a while, and never showed himself. But these
demon children, I don't think my worst nightmare can begin
to describe how these ghosts look and act. They literally
want to tear through you and possess you.
The
insane childen, now adults, still locked away, once haunted
by the demon children, I do have some of the interview tapes.
I may be posting them in my audio section, but they are not
to be taken lightly. They detail murders and wretched episodes
as these kids go into a demon trance and you can hear it all
on audio. This is the far-reaching power of the Lords, to
have caused even innocents to be locked up for life, so afraid
of the spirit world that their fragile minds could not handle
such ghostly attacks.
