Month: January 2026

Sometimes a person with a face that looks evil is the same inside. Of course, the old saying you can’t judge a book by the cover, usually applies. But, not always. She was like that, and I can’t even write her name here because I feel like some of her evil would escape out of her name.

I don’t get scared about many things, but her face scared me. I saw more evil in her face than in any face I’d ever seen before. It was as if she was one of a devil’s minions cast upon the earth to darken days and spread evil upon the land.

And I wasn’t far from wrong when it was revealed she was a widow six times over from six husbands she’d poisoned to death and buried in her backyard.

At first, it was thought she was just impossible to live with and each of those six husbands just left her and moved out of town. But as the runaway husbands kept increasing and family members kept calling the police about their missing male loved ones who’d been married to her, the police had to investigate.

But, despite their investigations that began with husband number three, it took them till husband number six to search her property with cadaver dogs and find out her backyard was her burial ground of all those husbands.

And though she was finally arrested and sent to prison, the five officers who arrested her all died mysteriously of massive heart attacks seven months later. Maybe it was an awful, extraordinary coincidence, but I think her evil and vengeful thoughts about them manifested into the bodies of each of those officers and ended their lives so tragically. And I know much more about her, things I dare not say, because that evil woman is my sister.

Bob Boyd

After my wife was buried in Lakewood Cemetery, she showed up at our front door the next day, dirt and grass falling off her. I said to her, “What? Do you think you’re Jesus now?”

“No,” she said, “I just got bored lying in that box in the ground all day.”

I said, “I can see your point, but you’re supposed to be dead.”

“Um, ya, but being dead got boring too.”

At that point, my mind began doing flip flops; my vision got blurry; my nerves got frayed; my extremities began to tremble, and I remembered I hadn’t taken my meds. I staggered to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and, shaking, gulped down all my happy pills.

My physical and mental faculties restored, I returned to where my wife was standing, and she was gone. And I vowed never to forget to take my meds again.

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend Mandy went on a ghost tour. I didn’t go. I didn’t believe in ghosts. I saw stories about ghosts and haunted houses as made up nonsense. Mandy didn’t return home the night of the ghost tour. I searched everywhere for her, called her parents, and talked to the tour leader who said she’d been fine after the tour.

Two days later, Mandy returned. She said her name was Angela, and everything about her had changed, as if she’d become an entirely new person. Her voice, her expressions and even her words were all different. Her change was scary and eerie. I hoped it was just a temporary condition that would end with a little time, and I’d have my Mandy back again. I hoped she hadn’t gone insane.

With some research, I learned a woman named Angela died in one of the houses the tour visited. She had hung herself to death after killing her husband and baby with a kitchen knife while they slept. Desperate, thinking Mandy had become possessed, I contacted a priest, Father Michael, who said he’d try to help but couldn’t visit us until a couple of days.

But before Father Michael could come to help, I woke up one night and saw Mandy standing over me with a kitchen knife holding it with two hands raised above her head, her eyes looking empty and evil. She backed off when I yelled at her, but I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night and told Mandy about Father Michael.

The next day while I was at work, Mandy had gone back to the house Angela died in. The caretaker of the house found her hanging on the end of a rope, dead, a ghoulish expression on her pale face.

I’ll never get over Mandy’s suicide. I have no doubt she was possessed by Angela’s evil spirit. I blame myself for not doing more to help her. I pray to God for her daily, hoping Angela’s evil spirit didn’t drag Mandy down to some hellish place in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Phil began seeing dead people in dreams, people he had known who newly passed away, people he knew were recently deceased but had never known. Each night, he saw a parade of the dead passing through his eerie dreams. He tried thinking of pleasant things before falling asleep with the hope of derailing the dreams of the dead but unsuccessfully. He estimated in the course of a month he saw 30 or more dead people in dreams.

It was worrying to him that in those dreams the dead seemed inanimate and an ashen color, as if in death people remained dead in spirit corpses.

In one of the dreams, he saw an ex-girlfriend who looked the same as the others, and who always wanted to get back with him. He tried to communicate with her but there was no response, like trying to talk to a corpse.

From these dreams, he deduced that when you die you are dead in body and in spirit and there are no heavens or hells, and that all the talk about moving on to other existences in the afterlife was disturbingly untrue. The dead were dead in the here and hereafter.

And when Phil died shortly after those dreams, he lost consciousness of himself and awareness of where he was. A month later, like waking up from sleep, he regained his consciousness in a pristine paradise and saw that his soul took time to resurrect from the death of the body that housed it. He saw all those dead people in his dreams all come to life again in that spiritual paradise as well.

Bob Boyd

One night when Evan was jogging, he took a shortcut through a small, old cemetery to get home quicker. He didn’t believe in ghosts and had no problem jogging through a burial ground of only deceased people. Unlike many of his friends, he wasn’t spooked out by cemeteries from overdosing on horror movies.

He jogged into the cemetery on the paved pathway surrounded by headstones, some new, some old. A rabbit ran in front of him and gave him a slight scare. He laughed to himself for feeling fear from a harmless, unexpected rabbit and was surprised to see a rabbit hanging around a cemetery.

Halfway through the cemetery, he saw the rabbit again. Seeming incredibly tame, it hopped toward him. He smiled and stopped jogging to pet the rabbit and thought about making a pet out of it. But when he went to pet the rabbit, it morphed into a ten-foot tall, horned creature with orange eyes and fingernails like knives. Evan screamed and started sprinting out of the cemetery faster than he’d ever run in his life. When he looked back, the horned monster had vanished and only the hopping rabbit remained.

Back home, he went to bed still shocked but relieved he’d escaped whatever that morphing rabbit was. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud scratching on his front door. When he went to the door, he saw the rabbit from the cemetery in his security camera. Somehow the rabbit knew he was looking at it. It stared at him, as if it could see him through the camera. It morphed back into the ten-foot tall, horned monster, orange eyes blazing, and bellowed, “Sooner or later, I’ll have your soul.”

Bob Boyd

It was a wonderful honeymoon, the beginning of a great life with his new, beautiful bride. They honeymooned in a mountain resort, rustic and idyllic. They made love, dined in the quaint restaurant, and went for a hike to the top of the mountain.

The air was country fresh, birds chirped, a slight breeze ruffled his wife’s long auburn hair. He hugged her and told her he loved her. She said I love you too.

They hiked to a nearby cliff with a spectacular view of the ocean. Tall pointed rocks jutted up from below. HIs wife said, “Look! You won’t believe this!” He dashed to her side, said, “What are you looking at?”

“Way down there about 50 yards below,” his wife said.

He peered precariously over the cliff, screamed, and saw the jutting rocks rising up fast at him after his wife pushed him off the cliff to his impending, certain death. She cackled like an evil witch watching his body smashed to death on the rocks.

She told the police it was an accident. Since she seemed so sweet and incapable of malice, they bought her lie, and she was never charged with the murder of her new husband.

A year later she married a man in another state and talked him into honeymooning in the mountains.

Bob Boyd

While staying at my apartment for a weekend, my new girlfriend, Brie, told me she astral traveled and had been to Jupiter and Mars. I had my doubts about her unbelievable claim. I just couldn’t accept she had left her body and went on, so to speak, astral plane field trips to other planets. I didn’t press her about her crazy claims. I played along with her story.

I said, “Isn’t it risky to leave your body like that? What if you got lost out there and couldn’t find your way back, or what if an evil entity tried to enter your body while you were out of it?

“No way”, Brie said. “I’ve been doing this for years. Never got lost or seen any evil entities. Matter of fact, tonight I’m going to travel to Neptune.”

“Really?” I said.

“Yes, really, and I’ll tell you all about it when we wake up tomorrow.”

I went to bed with her that night wondering what kind of story she’d concoct in the morning.

That morning she didn’t wake up. She wasn’t dead, her heart was beating. I wondered if she’d really left her body and got lost traveling so far. Her condition was too coincidental to be just medical; I was certain her body was unoccupied, and I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out. I felt I had no other choice but to call 911.

At the hospital, the doctor said she was comatose, and had to stay there as the doctors tried to revive her. I felt that what he said about the coma was untrue but was relieved that at least she was safe in the hospital and maybe the doctors were right.

A year went by, she remained comatose, and the doctors declared she expired. At her wake, as if rising from the dead, she sat up in the coffin smiling, alive, and back from her extended trip to Neptune.

Bob Boyd

They met in college and knew they were right for each other. She was an Art Major. He was years away from being an MD. They dated for a year and married. She dropped out of college to work full time and support him through his years of study to become a doctor.

Thanks to her, he got through med school with very little debt when he became a doctor. A year later, he began acting differently. She knew something was wrong, and he wasn’t as attentive to her.

She had the disturbing feeling he was cheating on her but couldn’t prove it. He was taking too many allegedly work related trips, and he often stayed at work late.

One day when she unexpectedly came home after lunch, she saw his car and an unknown car in their yard. She opened her front door and heard what was unmistakably her husband having sex with a woman in their bedroom. She ran upstairs told the half naked woman to get the hell out of her house.

She said to her husband, “How could you do this to me?”

He said, “You’ve gotten fat and boring.”

She said, “We’re through, packed up her things and drove to her parents house to stay there until she could get a place of her own.”

Though done with him, her anger morphed into rage. She thought about how she had given up everything to put him through med school. She thought about what an ungrateful son of a bitch he was. Then she got a little crazy.

She began driving around their city to try to find him with her. She had taken her father’s hand gun out of its gun cabinet and had it on the passenger seat of her car. She hadn’t any intentions to shoot her husband. She just wanted to frighten him.

But when she saw her husband and his slut girlfriend walking hand and hand on Oak Street outside the restaurant she and her husband used to dine at, she went even more crazy and changed her plans. Driving behind them, she blasted her car toward them and hit them both with it. When they were both injured on the ground, she drove her car back and forth over them until they both were dead.

She sped away after that and vanished without any clues to where she had gone. Despite five years of searching with many tips to her whereabouts, the police have never found her and have no idea where she fled to.

But somewhere in a seaside village, with her blond hair dyed black and her blue eyes covered with brown-eyed contacts, she paints portraits for a living and lives with a Swedish man who is a writer.

Bob Boyd

A feeder goldfish got hit in the head on the rim of an aquarium when dumped into the aquarium filled with over a hundred other feeder goldfish. That strike on his head awakened a telepathic psychic power inside the feeder goldfish and the awareness of his impending fate – fish food for bigger fish.

He spent weeks dodging nets that caught the other feeder goldfish that spelled their doom. He tried with all his psychic energy to send out mental SOSes to pet store customers with the hope they’d feel his telepathic pleas to rescue him. But their minds were too dense with worldly affairs and not refined enough for his telepathic messages to get through.

When a sensitive named Bob Boyd entered the fish section of the pet store, the psychic feeder goldfish’s second sight told him his savior had arrived. He sent the psychic SOS into Bob Boyd’s mind but the telepathy was too weak for him to hear the SOS in his head.

Bob had come to the pet store to buy a fancy goldfish. As he was looking at the many beautiful choices, he glanced at the feeder goldfish aquarium and felt drawn to a particular fish that seemed to be staring at him. He didn’t know why, but he unexpectedly felt a desire to save the feeder fish from its awful fate. But changed his mind when the sales person arrived to scoop out one of the fancy goldfish for him.

The psychic feeder goldfish redoubled his efforts with stronger and more sustained concentration. And just as Bob Boyd had picked out the fancy goldfish and was about to buy it, the feeder goldfish’s SOS appeared in his mind: help … help … please save me … help … help ….

He told the sales person he changed his mind and wanted the feeder goldfish instead. He bought it and saved its life and heard a little thank you in his head. And the feeder goldfish lived a happy life in a 50 gallon aquarium for the rest of his days and had many enjoyable telepathic conversations with his receptive fish keeper and friend, Bob Boyd.

Bob Boyd