Dark Virtue
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Ghosts, aliens, UFO's, Bigfoot, Nessie, Spring Heeled Jack...
There are TONS of unexplained phenomenon out there. What do you guys think about these things? Are they real? What are ghosts?
I thought this would be a good topic since Halloween is just around the corner.
Also what is your favorite unexplained story?
Mine is Springheeled Jack. He terrorized London in the early 1800's. He was described as Described as tall, thin, powerful, wearing a black cloak, the man could jump 20 to 30 feet vertical. It was reported that he had large pointy ears and nose, with red glowing eyes, and capable of spitting an odd white and blue flame from his mouth.
Here's an excerpt from his stories...
There are TONS of unexplained phenomenon out there. What do you guys think about these things? Are they real? What are ghosts?
I thought this would be a good topic since Halloween is just around the corner.
Also what is your favorite unexplained story?
Mine is Springheeled Jack. He terrorized London in the early 1800's. He was described as Described as tall, thin, powerful, wearing a black cloak, the man could jump 20 to 30 feet vertical. It was reported that he had large pointy ears and nose, with red glowing eyes, and capable of spitting an odd white and blue flame from his mouth.
Here's an excerpt from his stories...
[b said:Quote[/b] ]Two days later, on February 22, 1838, Jane Alsop (18) was in her home on Bearhind Lane in the district of Bow, when she heard a wrapping on the door. Answering the door, a black cloaked man exclaimed "I'm a policeman. For Gods sake, bring me a light, for we have caught Spring-heeled Jack in the lane" (a black cloak was traditional uniform attire for policemen of this era). Jane, who lived with her father and two sisters, went to fetch a light for the man. She returned with a candle and as she was handing the light to the man, it shone on his face and she noticed that it was Spring Heeled Jack. He immediately spat a blue and white 'gas' into her face. She attempted to run back into the house but he held on tightly to the back of her hair. One of her sisters managed to pull her out of his grasps and drug her back into the house. Spring Heeled Jack continued banging on the door some time before hastily leaving. Witnesses claim that Spring Heeled Jack left quickly, dropping his coat in a field by Jane's home. Another person was seen scooping up the coat and leaving the area leading police to believe that Spring Heeled Jack may have an accomplice. The Lambeth police took Jane's statement:
He wore a large helmet and a sort of tight-fitting costume that felt like oilskin. But the cape was just like the ones worn by the policemen. His hands were as cold as ice and like powerful claws. But the most frightening thing about him was his eyes. They shone like balls of fire.
The following day another incident occurred on Turner Street near Commercial Road. Once again Spring Heeled Jack knocked on the resident's door. When a servant boy answered the door, Spring Heeled Jack asked to speak to the master of the house, Mr. Ashworth. The boy turned to call Mr. Ashworth when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that the visitor was none other than Spring Heeled Jack. With glowing orange eyes and clawed hands, Spring Heeled Jack waved his fist at the boy and leapt over the houses on Commercial Road.