Showing posts from October, 2011

Can You Drive From Alaska To Russia?

In high-school I had the odd inclination to jump into the car and drive to Russia. I only told a few people, and they all laughed. But now, thanks to the Internet, I realize I'm not the only one with this "crazy" idea. As we all know, America is actually quite close to Russia near the Alaskan coast. Technically the two countries are only 64 miles apart. Those 64 mile seem like light years when you realize you're not going to get across. A proposed tunnel, built by the Russians, may solve the problem partially, but the bottom line is that spirit of exploration within those of of who want to do this cannot be diminished.

Sure I should just buy two tickets to Cairo and go enjoy the nice exchange rate with the middle east, but I crave adventure. Something inside of me wants to go to my Avis counter ask for a car and smugly sign my name to where it says "Won't drive in Mexico or Canada", and then laugh as I run to my rental car. Drive through Canada, into Ala…

The Devil's Tramping Grounds

Legend says that this is the very place the devil himself can rise from the depths of fiery hell, and come to earth. It's at this place, the devil walks in circles on certain nights and brings his evil into this world. It's here. Here in North Carolina. A portal, a gateway that exists due to a rift in space and time directly over Chatham county that allows passage of demons and devils to come to earth each night at 3 AM, otherwise known as the Devil's hour. Think I'm joking? Greensboro journalist John Harden stated:

There, sometimes during the dark of night, the Majesty of the Underworld of Evil silently tramps around that bare circle-- thinking, plotting, and planning against good, and in behalf of wrong. I've attempted to go there before and couldn't find it. In fact it's been over 4 years since any recent pictures have been taken of the Devil's Tramping Grounds, and the area around it has been logged, and much has changed so I found it very interes…

The Haunting of Payne Road

A few years ago I had the privileged of running Greensboro's largest online community. I've vaulted most of the content just like Disney and Bambi, but every now and then I'll drag and article or interview back from the dead. With Halloween just around the corner, I only thought it would be fitting to republish a local resident's account of the infamous Payne Road in Winston Salem which is allegedly haunted.  - Liv

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Crystal, I'm 27 years old, and I have resided in the surrounding area for the length of my life. I am a natural clairsentient and working on becoming a certified medium. I have a Christian background and am college educated. The reason for my giving details of myself as well as my background is so you may see that I am a "mentally normal" individual who has dedicated a great deal of time to the paranormal. What I am about to tell you my have you question the truth of what I say, but I will tell y…

Anamorphic Chalk Drawings By Julian Beaver

Julian Beaver
Julian Beaver, (Beever) nicknamed The Picasso of Pavement, is a Belgian born English freelance street artist whose specialty is anamorphic chalk art drawings. A type of artistry known in France as trompe l'oeil meaning to deceive the eye, Julian combined European busking with his talent, and amazing skills which ultimately led to worldwide recognition.. Beaver uses flat surfaces such as streets and sidewalk as his canvas, then manifests 3-D optical illusions through the art of morphing. By looking at the anamorphic images from the correct angle, the picture seems to defy the laws of perspective. Some suggest art is all about the angle you approach it from, and in Beever's case, it's the various ways at which you look at his masterpieces that make observers say "wow!"

Meant for something greater

How do you measure the value of your life? By what you can buy, or what you can do?

Like the sound water makes just before it boils, Rose always felt some sort of internal calling which was indescribable. She couldn't tell anyone for fear of ridicule, but she knew, something inside her was telling her that this life she was in wasn't all that there would be in her story. No Rose knew, what only a few select people knew, that she was meant for something greater.

Of course Rose didn't know when or how destiny might call. She didn't know if it was God calling, or if she was completely honest in her times of despair, that she might be delusional. All she knew is she was certain that her life would have some purpose, beyond the mundane, some greater meaning than she could see for herself at this moment. In fact it was entirely possible she concluded, the mere concept that she felt this way would lead her to self-fulfilment of her own destiny. She might change the world, if …

Kersey Valley Spookywoods

This is an archived post, please consider the age of the article when considering the information.

High Point, North Carolina (2011) - So our little monsters are off with the grands at some retreat center in Asheboro, probably singing Kumbaya and shoveling marshmallows into their little mouths. This left me and Shan with the unusual opportunity to go out and be adults (or the lack thereof). I had been up since 5 AM and was fairly tired when my excited spouse busted through the door and asked what are we doing tonight. I said Spookywoods. She replied "huh?"

See Shan's never been to a "real" haunted house like we have in NC. She's seen some hokey California crap, but not the award winning, we-leave-the-chain-on-the-saw crazy haunted houses that we have here. Let's be honest, NC is good at at least two things: deep fried foods and haunted houses.

Now if you want the best haunted house in the Triad then it's pretty much Kersey Valley Spookywoods. (No r…