A man came home from work with a gift for his son. He had picked up a new video game for him, Sonic R. It was a racing game and when he gave his son the gift, he was so excited to get it and play it right away. That night he played the game with his son and they had a great time. A couple of days later the boy was almost finished with the game. His dad was there in his room when he beat the last boss and he roared in excitement when he finially did it. He smiled and asked him how he liked the game as he watched the credits screen. “W-what’s that?” He asked the boy when The Tails Doll appeared on the screen. The boy said it was the Tails Doll, that was all he knew.

He told his son it was time for bed. During the night, the curious father went into the boy’s room and turned on the TV very quietly to play the game for a while himself. He noticed that he now had the option to play as “Tails Doll.” He chose him to tag up with some of the gang.

The game was fun until he tagged him up with Sonic. The screen went black when the game system shut itself down. The man decided it was time for him to go to sleep since he had to work in the morning so he crept out of his son’s room and went to lay in bed with his wife.

At around 2:00am he woke up when he heard thumps on his door. He assumed it was his son getting up to ask him to get him something. He told the boy to “Stop go back to bed.” The thumping kept happening and at one point he noticed a little shadow coming from under the door.

“Tails” kept popping into his head. He got out of bed and slowly opened the door. Then he heard someone say this very softly, “You are coming with me… forever.” It was a doll. An evil, blood-covered, possessed little doll. It was the doll from the game, it had to be.

Rebekkah Gypsy from Regent park,Toronto Ontario

Another Version

Once Upon a time, there was a little boy who lived in California and loved to play The Sonic R Video game on the Sega Saturn Console. Apparently the video game was cursed. He had unlocked Tails Doll in the game. He played a game mode called Tag Race and used Tails doll to tag: Tails, Metal Sonic, Metal Knuckles and Super Sonic. That night, his TV froze and he saw Tails Doll on the screen going back and forth. He jumped out and killed the poor little kid.

How To Do The Tails Doll Curse:
Go in the bathroom and turn off the lights. Go to Youtube and view Can You Feel The Sunshine backwards then Living In The City backwards. There will be a red light in the mirror.

Victor, Poyraz and Matias Hernandez from San Juan, PR

Another Version

This doll is no ordinary doll. This doll is pure EVIL. People make videos about it, Wikipedia and other stuff. THE TAILS DOLL!

To summon him you must play the sonic R game, 100% completed, play as the tails doll and play tag mode, while playing tag mode you will see super sonic, when you tag him something strange will happen. The screen will change to a picture of the tails doll. You will see him standing on a red checkered floor. You might be hearing a song called Can You Feel the Sunshine. If you see a red light DON’T GO NEAR IT! It’s the tails doll. It might kill you or it will give you a curse. It will give bad luck.

Anonymous

“Oh dad! I’ll fetch your stick”, Mary said and ran out into the night.

“No Mary, don’t do that!”

But it was too late. Mary disappeared and ran as fast as she could to the graveyard. When she got there she saw the stick. She bent to pick it up and heard a voice coming from a grave.

“Mary Culhaine, help me out!” She didn’t want to, but she had to do what the voice said.

“Give me your hand.” She put her hand into the grave and suddenly another hand came up and grabbed hers. It pulled her arm and grabbed her body. She looked into the hole and saw the thing, a dead body was using her to climb out of it’s grave. It spoke to her and said “Now we can go to town.”

They came to a house the dead body began to sniff. He said “Go on, Mary! Not this house.”

“What do you want?”, Mary asked.

“I am looking for a house without a cross or holy water or a bible.” he answered. “Straight on, Mary Culhaine!”

After eight houses he sniffed and said “Stop, Mary Culhaine! This is the right house.” He began to laugh and though she didn’t want to hear him, she had to. Mary was so scared. It was late at night so she said “You can’t open the door, it’s locked.”

“No door is locked for me on this night,” he said, and he used his bad magic to open the door. He said, “Go in, Mary Culhaine!” She didn’t want to, but she had to do it. They came into the little house, and the dead body said, “Mary Culhaine, go into the kitchen and make me some porridge!” Mary didn’t want to do it but she couldn’t stop herself. The dead body sat down at the table and Mary began to make the porridge. She put oats and milk and water into a big pot.

“I need blood for my porridge”, said the dead thing. Mary found a large bowl and went with him up the stairs into a bedroom where they found three young boys. She saw a razor in the moonlight and, against her own will, she used it to cut the first boy’s finger. She bled his finger into the bowl and in a few minutes he was dead.

She went to the second boy and then the third boy and cut their fingers, took their blood and left them dead, lying in their beds.

“Take me down into the kitchen, Mary Culhaine”, said the evil thing that brought her there. She didn’t want to do it what it said, but she had to. Her feet moved alone. “Let’s go, Mary,” it said. She went downstairs and into the kitchen with the big bowl of blood. She poured the blood into the porridge and the dead body said to her, “Now we must eat it.”

It took a spoon and the bowl with the porridge and it ate and ate, smacking it’s lips with each bite. “Mary, you eat it too!”

Mary took a spoon and a little bit of porridge with the blood. Mary didn’t want to eat it and this time she was able to fight against the monster’s will. Mary took her scarf and filled it with the porridge. The dead body was fooled and thought she ate the bloody meal. Mary hid the scarf behind a chair.

The body brought Mary back to the graveyard. On the way Mary asked, “What about the three dead boys?”

“They are dead and they can’t live again, because we ate the bloody porridge. The bloody porridge is the only thing that can bring them back to life but we ate it all! Ha-ha-ha!” laughed the dead body.

They arrived at the cemetery and approached the body’s grave. “You must come with me into the grave”, said the dead body. She had to keep moving with it towards the grave. She knew it wanted her to climb with it into that grave where it was cold and dark. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop her legs from moving forward. Very slowly she went to the grave.

They heard a noise, “Moo!” Mary Culhaine stopped.

“It’s only a cow in the field”, said the dead body. “Go on! The night is coming to an end, Mary Culhaine!” She went on, very slowly.

“Mah-ah-ah!” Again, she hesitated, listening to the noise. “Go on, Mary Culhaine! It’s only a sheep in the field!” said the dead body. “Go on! The sun is coming!” and Mary Culhaine went on.

They found the grave and the body climbed down into it, grabbing Mary’s arm to pulled her along. Mary Culhaine didn’t want to go into the grave, but the dead body was strong.

“Cock-a-doodle-do!” The sun came up and the power of the dead body vanished. The thing collapsed, lifeless once more. Mary Culhaine fell down with it and her hand found her father’s stick. She stood up, took the stick and ran home.

On her way she came to the house without across, bible or holy water. She heard a voice, “Our sons are dead!” She remembered what the corpse had said and went into the house.

“I know how the boys can come back to life!” she said. Mary Culhaine went into the kitchen and found the scarf with the bloody porridge. She took it upstairs and began to feed the three bodies in the beds. And as the bloody porridge touched the lips of the boys, they came back to life.

Scotie Rainwater from Houston Texas

A few months later, I was cleaning up my room and swept the stack of paper out from under the corner of my bed. I couldn’t quite remember what it was.

I flipped through it once more, as I was flipping, I noticed that the pages hadn’t worn out at all. I flipped through again. The little stick man walked onto the page, but this time he didn’t walk off. Instead, a second stick man walked on with something in his hand. He walked up to the first stick man and whacked the poor fellow on the head. The first stick man fell and the second stick man swung to hit the first stick man again. And again. And again.

Blood ran from the first stick man’s jagged body. It looked like nothing more than a smeared pencil stain. The killer stick man proceeded to bend down and tear apart the first stick man’s body, limb by thin limb. He bent each line into letters and set them up upon the page to form a single word. Then grabbed the base of his own round head and tore it off, followed by his legs, and then one of his own arms. His zig-zagged body parts formed a second word. What I read made me burn the book.

“You’re Next.”

Kelly Avila from Tyler,TX

In his project he urged people to sign a petition demanding strict control or total elimination of the chemical “dihydrogen monoxide.” And for plenty of good reasons, since it can:

1. Cause excessive sweating and vomiting
2. It is a major component in acid rain
3. It can cause severe burns in its gaseous state
4. Accidental inhalation can kill you
5. It contributes to erosion
6. It decreases effectiveness of automobile brakes
7. It has been found in tumors of terminal cancer patients

He asked 150 people if they supported a ban of the chemical.

One hundred forty-three said yes
Six were undecided
Only one knew that the chemical was…

Water!

The title of his prize winning project was, “How Gullible Are We?”

He was attempting to show how conditioned we have become to the spreading fear of everything in our environment.

The conclusion is obvious.

Steve McCauley from Vallejo, CA

As she cared for her granddaughter, the woman became aware of the child’s lying problem and no matter what her grandmother said, or how much she was scolded or punished, the girl refused to change her ways. Thinking it was just a childhood phase, the old woman hoped her granddaughter would grow out of it and stop lying so much. One day the child ‘accidentally’ lost her grandma’s sewing supplies under the floorboards and refused to even try to get them back.

Grandma had had enough. She was outraged and tired and knew the girl would eventually be the death of her.

That night, grandma put tranquilizers in her granddaughter’s dessert and sent her to bed. The last thing she remembered as the medicine began to take effect, was seeing fireflies flickering outside her bedroom window. While the girl was slept, grandma took her bits of spare sewing supplies and used them to stitch her granddaughter’s mouth closed in her sleep. Just as she tied off the final stitch, the woman had a massive heart attack and died at the child’s bedside.

Now any kid under age of 12 who lies profusely will be found by the young girl’s grandmother. You’ll dream of fireflies and she’ll bring her sewing kit with her. When you wake up, your mouth will be stitched closed.

JJ

This week, I found out.

From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.

• The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.
• Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.
• Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love.
• The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.
• The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.
• The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.
• Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit–Prophecy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.
• The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.
• Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit–Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.
• The ten lords a-leaping were the ten commandments.
• The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.
• The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles’ Creed.

So there is your history for today. This knowledge was shared with me and I found it interesting and enlightening and now I know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol.

Merry (Twelve Days of) Christmas Everyone

Find more information about this carol here: novareinna.com/festive/twelve.html

Christmas At Arlington Cemetery

Arlington National Cemetery, Washington, DC

Rest easy, sleep well my brothers.
Know the line has held, your job is done.
Rest easy, sleep well.
Others have taken up where you fell, the line has held.
Peace, peace, and farewell…

Readers may be interested to know that these wreaths — some 5,000 — are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine.
The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He’s done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school kids combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state.

The fire that closed down the mental institution was set by one of Emily’s alter-egos. Then, at age 32, she had attempted to escaped the asylum after by hiding out during the evacuation of the building. She died in the fire that day, so near to her escape, and never made it out. It is thought her spirit lives there still but wanders the entire Sarasota area.

RE-POST THIS IN THE NEXT 12 MIN OR SHE’LL FLY TO UR LOCATION AND HAUNT YOU AT YOUR BEDSIDE THE NEXT TIME YOU’RE BEING TREATED FOR ANYTHING. SHE’LL SCREAM HER NAME, “EMILY,” FIVE TIMES IN YOUR EAR. YOUR EARS WILL RING AND YOU’LL BEG FOR YOUR DOCTOR TO FIX IT. IT DISAPPEARS AFTER 72 HRS.

Elena-Elizabeth Morrocoestrian from Sarasota, FL

When school was back in session and math class began with the new teacher, the class noticed that a weird symbol appeared on the chalk board. The symbol had lines inside of a circle. All the lines within the circle were the common math symbols = + x and division. If you outline certain parts of the symbol it looks as if a pacman shape has a line going through its mouth or maybe a head getting choked with a pen. The teacher asked who drew it but no one came forward. The teacher laughed it off and tried to erase it off the board but she couldn’t remove the mark.

She decided to live with it and ignored it for a month, but since maintenance couldn’t even remove the symbol she began to get annoyed. Eventually she got the whole chalkboard replaced. As the students arrived for their next math lesson they were shocked to find the new teacher dead laying in the exact same spot wear Harold died. The autopsy found the teacher had a pen shoved down her throat.

Please pass this on to all the other retired guys and gun owners…Thanks

From a Vietnam Vet and retired Police Officer: I had a doctors appointment at the local VA clinic yesterday and found out something very interesting that I would like to pass along. While going through triage before seeing the doctor, I was asked at the end of the exam, three questions:

1. Did I feel stressed?
2. Did I feel threatened?
3. Did I feel like doing harm to someone?

The nurse then informed me, that if I had answered yes to any of the questions, I would have lost my concealed carry permit as it would have gone into my medical records and the VA would have reported it to Homeland Security. Looks like they are going after the vets first. Other gun people like retired law enforcement will probably be next. Then when they go after the civilians, what argument will they have? Be forewarned and be aware. The Obama administration has gone on record as considering veterans and gun owners potential terrorists.

Whether you are a gun owner veteran or not, YOU”VE BEEN WARNED! If you know veterans and gun owners, please pass this on to them. Be very cautious about what you say and to whom.

Brian Luttrell from Denver, Colorado

Authorities discovered shortly afterward that the child’s father was a criminal who lured victims into the alley by letting his baby cry and then attacked them when they were hidden from public view. That day his usual plan was thwarted when more than one grown man came down the alley.

Scotie Rainwater from Houston, Texas