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The Witch Of Dittmar

 

I don't know if you believe in god. I can't even truly be sure of that question myself. What I am sure of is that there are forces, things, or entities out there that we do not understand. Things that can possibly harm us, or at least terrorize us. Things that I would love to stay the hell away from and I would advise you to do the same. Some people, such as my little brother, do not quite understand that, and every day I'm worried he will find himself in a situation he cannot escape.

​The story I'm about to tell you took place between nineteen to twenty-five years ago, in what used to be a semi-small town called Austin, Texas. My family, consisting of both my parents, my severely autistic older brother Ben, my baby brother Eric, my older sister Eileen and myself had just moved back to South Austin from Bay City, Texas. My parents wanted to be closer to the rest of our family so they bought an old three bedroom, one story house in a small neighborhood near South First Street.

The house itself was ugly and looked like one of those small prisons you would see in some sort of wild-wild west show, but as for the neighborhood well, I really enjoyed it. There was a park not too far away called Dittmar and I believe the huge creek that ran through our neighborhood had the same first name. It was a beautiful place! Everyone had big trees in their yard and woods surrounded us. I used to love walking around or just going into the creek and relaxing while no one was around. My whole family liked it as well, especially Eric.

I was exactly seven years older than he was but he was a fast learner. He was a bit of a free-range child that seemed to never really be afraid of anything. As a baby he rarely cried, even when he had a fever so bad he had to be rushed to the children's hospital. He turned three in that house and by then he was already walking, talking, and peeing outside (he learned to potty-train by watching Ben who use to purposely go to the bathroom outside to anger my grandparents). My parents said he was the quickest one to become potty-trained out of all of us.

One day I was watching a new show called "Boy Meets World" on our TV in the living room when I heard Eric talking to someone in our parent's room. I had put on "Power Rangers" in there for him since that was the only place that had another TV, but I could not hear it playing anymore. What I did hear sounded like the occasional whisper, followed by Eric simply talking loudly. When I walked in to investigate, he was just sitting there on my parents' bed looking into the mirror at the head of it. I asked him "Who are you talking to?" with a slight giggle in my voice and he turned and looked at me as if I just caught him sneaking the cat inside. He then grinned from ear to ear and replied "Nooo one..." I then said as sarcastically as I could "Oh really, no one huh? Liars don't get cookies from the cookie jar." He jumped up quickly and yelled, "Ok, ok I was just talking to Chuck!"

I was relieved because Chuck had been his imaginary friend since we first moved in. In fact I think it started when my Dad let him watch "Child's Play" and instead of being terrified of the creepy little doll monster like a normal person, he became obsessed with it like a little weirdo. He would watch that movie every year when it came on in October until he turned fourteen.

So I decided to play around with him and say "No you weren't, you were talking to someone else." I WAS expecting him to say something along the lines of "Who?" and I would quickly respond back "YOURSELF!" and throw a pillow at him then run away but instead he did something that sent shivers down my spine. He tensed up and a look of shock and surprise took hold of his face. Then he looked at the mirror quickly and said, "I didn't tell her, I swear!" I did not know how to react I just stood there dumbfounded. I then hesitantly asked him "Who were you really talking to?" He looked up at me as if he was going to cry and said "Mommy ego." Then he pointed at the mirror grimly.

My body moved almost robotically as I slowly moved to look in the mirror. I saw nothing so I got closer and started squinting my eyes. Suddenly I saw it but it was too late! A pillow smacked me across the back of my head. "Eric!" I yelled as he bolted out the door shouting "Gotcha!"

That night after dinner was a different story. Eileen and I were washing dishes when my dad walked in to get a soda out of the fridge. There was just something about that name that bothered me. What kind of three year old would come up with that? The whole thing was just disturbing. Therefore, seeing as my dad was the one person Eric talked the most in our family, I asked him if he had ever heard him say anything about a Mommy Ego. My dad just looked at me as if that was normal and said "Oh yeah, I think it's one of his imaginary friends or something. I asked him about her once and all he said was she's a secret or something." That made me feel a little uneasy. I had to know more information now. I was still skeptical about the whole thing and I thought well maybe it really is just all in his head but part of me needed some sort of confirmation that Mommy Ego was just a figment of a child's overactive imagination.

The next day I asked Eric about her again a little more sternly while he was watching TV in the living room. He wasn't really phased by it this time and mostly kept his eyes glued to the TV. "She's the old lady that stays in the attic." he said vaguely. That caught me a little off guard and confused so I said, "She lives in our attic?" "Nooo... She doesn't live here, Chuck does. She only comes to visit from time to time, and when she does she sleeps in the attic" he said. "Wait? Chuck lives here?" I asked. "Yeah, he told me this used to be his house and Mommy Ego use to visit him too."

Now I was really feeling scared but I had to know one more thing. "So if Mommy Ego doesn't live here where does she live?" I said. "Chuck said she lives in the woods by the creek near the dead goat skeleton. Mommy Ego also told me she sees you sometimes hanging out at the creek by the big tree," he said as he looked away from the TV and right at me.

A chill went down my spine. To think some creepy old woman was watching me while I was alone. Then it occurred to me. Maybe he's messing with me again and he's been spying on me like some little twerp the whole time. So, I asked him if she was visiting right now and he looked back to the TV and said "I don't know, go check the attic in the garage and see."" Come with me then!" I replied in a sort of sarcastic way. "She doesn't like it when I go in there and bother her," he said. "BECAUSE SHE'S NOT REAL!" I found myself shouting. He just shrugged and that was the end of our conversation.

Things got weird after that day. It started as strange little events but grew into somewhat larger problems. I would come home from school and find all the faucets in the house turned on or random items in strange places like a pot or a pan in the closet or in the cabinet of the bathroom. Pictures would be crooked and cupboards and windows would be opened. Sometimes I would find chairs flipped over or sitting in the hallway outside Eileen's room and mine. Then I started hearing scratching and knocking noises throughout the house. At night, I would sometimes hear what sounded like laughter or crying.

A cookie jar kept falling off the shelf and breaking and my mom would glue it back together, then find it broken again the next day or two but we were pretty sure it was Eric trying to sneak cookies. At least until one night while watching Unsolved Mysteries with my dad and Eileen it happened while Eric was at a friend's house. The even creepier part was it happened right when someone on the show said they heard a crash. My mom still blamed him though. She seemed to be the only one oblivious to the strange happenings going on in our house. Even my dad knew and was a little worried.

About two years had passed and we kind of had just gotten used to everything. When something strange happened it would still creep us out, but no one really got hurt and it just seemed somewhat normal.

We had put one of those large deep freezers in the garage directly under the attic as well and it was where we kept most of our frozen foods. One day I decided I was going to get a hot pocket. As I grabbed one and shut the freezer, I had an odd feeling I was being watched. Then I remembered Eric telling me about how Mommy Ego stays in the attic. I slowly looked up but to my relief all I saw was the opening that led to the crawlspace and the usual light that we never turned on or even knew if it worked.

I shrugged it off and went to door leading out. I opened the door and I flipped the lights off, but as I did, my body froze in fear. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a light coming down from the attic. I gained enough courage to turn my head and see; sure enough, the attic light was on. I didn't know whether I should dart inside and shut the door or check out what was going on. Curiosity ended up beating out fear and I cautiously approached the freezer to look into the attic. I will never forget that day.

As I carefully lurched forward to look up at the light there, looking right back down at me with her chin resting on the right edge of the hole, was the head and face of a grinning old woman. Her hair was pulled back and tied up in a bun, and her face had more wrinkles than a shriveled prune. She had no teeth in her sinister grin just black gums the seemed to reflect the light. I could not see her nose too well because of the shadow cast upon her face by the light in the background but what I could see as clear as day and what I still see in every nightmare I have is her eyes. Where there should have been white there was yellow and instead of a pupil and an iris she simply had large black dots. Luckily my bladder was empty because had it not I would of easily needed to change. I ran out screaming so hard my voice went hoarse. I wish I could say that was the last time I saw that face.

I was on edge for three weeks after that encounter. I would not go in the garage, I jumped at every noise, and I avoided going to the creek to relax. Those same three weeks not a single strange event happened.

Then one day I decided to visit my friend Jaycee who lived down the street. We talked about the normal things but then I decided to ask her if she had seen or heard anything strange in her house. Surprisingly she did. We talked about what we had in common and about what one of us experienced but the other did not. When I brought up the name Mommy Ego she froze. Her little sister, who was only two years older then Eric, had brought up that name before. Apparently, a year ago she claimed Mommy Ego helped her get a Frisbee out of their tree in the front yard. She said she had not heard much after that but now she was a little bit worried.

I went home that night and went straight to my room. I thought a lot, about what Jaycee told me but eventually sleep overtook me and I passed out. I awoke the next morning to a scream and found that both Eileen's bed and mine were shaking violently. As soon as my mom and dad burst through the door, it stopped. They calmed us down and gave us breakfast. My mom did not believe us of course but dad did. Me and my sister talked a lot about it that day as well but when I saw my little brother he walked up to me and said "Mommy Ego is mad at you." Then walked away. I felt sick to my stomach, this thing had left us alone for so long and now it was mad at me? Why? Is it because I disturbed her in the garage? So many questions and worries passed through my head but had she truly been mad at me that was her only retaliation because things went kind of back to normal. Sure, the occasional strange event, thing or noise would happen but it was the same stuff we had gotten use to before.

Another year had passed and my sister and I wanted to have a sleepover with some friends from school. Both my parents said yes and so it was planned. They all brought their stuff to school so we could leave straight from there, and since we were all walking distance from each other and our school, we simply walked to my house afterwards and had fun. We watched movies, did make up, curled our hair and painted our nails. You know, the stuff teenage age girls did.

At about 10pm that night we got a loud knock at the door. We weren't really doing much. Just gossiping and playing the board game "Sorry". I got up to answer it and there was Eric standing there, and he looked very upset. Before I could ask him what was wrong he yelled, "Stop it! I know it was y'all at my window trying to scare me. I heard y'all laughing," then stormed off back across the hall to his room before I could even respond. I didn't think much of it to be honest, I was too preoccupied with my friends so I simply shrugged it off and went back to my room.

We had all fallen asleep about two hours later but for some reason, no matter how tired I felt, I just could not pass over in to the world of my dreams. Then I heard a knocking on my window. Baffled at what it could be I simply remained in bed in hopes it was just something being blown by the wind. Then it happened again, a little louder this time. Then a realization came to my head, it was probably my stupid little brother trying to get some sort of vengeance on us for something we didn't do.

I angrily got up and went to the window and as I opened the blinds and prepared to tell him to go to bed or mom and dad would become involved in his little prank, my heart leaped to my throat and terror took over. Standing in the window was an old woman with her hair in curlers. She had a toothless grin and yellow eyes with large black dots for pupils fixed on me. My body worked almost mechanically. I shut the blinds and slowly crawled in to bed. I just stared at the window. Then I heard a tap as if someone was tapping their long fingernails against the glass. I quickly hid under the cover and just listened to the tapping until exhaustion overtook me and I slipped in to unconsciousness.

I do not know when the tapping stopped but the next morning I was the last to awaken and no one else seemed to hear anything of the sort. I began to question whether or not I was dreaming, and honestly when I think back to that day I still sometimes do.

About one more year would pass and my dad had received a promotion at his job. Since he was going to be making a lot more money, he decided it was time to move. We did not really notice anything weird around this time because we were so focused on packing and getting everything ready. Our house in a new neighborhood was in its final stages of construction and we were going to leave as quickly as we could.

Well on the final, few days of us being in the house it started storming really badly. The creeks flooded over and we had a non-stop tornado watch. We had the moving truck but we could barely load it up and make trips back and forth due to the bad weather. The last day the rain let up a little bit and we had managed to move most of our stuff to the new house.

I was so excited for this move to finally be over, that I could not fall asleep that night. I was thinking about the new house and how I would soon have my very own room, in a place with two floors, when I heard our front door open and close quickly. I looked at the clock and it read 2:30am. Who the hell was up and about at this time? I got up and went outside to investigate, and as I walked out into the front yard, I saw Eric running down the street. I had no idea what he was doing so I angrily yelled out to him to come back, but he kept running. I was barefoot and a little tired but I spontaneously chased after him thinking about how much trouble I'm going to make sure he is in for sneaking out.

He turned down a street that was more like a cul-de-sac with a very large oak tree in the center. As I turned down it too I saw him jump in to a space between two houses that led to the creek. I remembered how flooded it was down there due to the storms so I broke into a dead sprint.

I nearly fell down the slope that led down to the water when I finally caught up to him, but just as I took a breath to yell at him, I realized he was not the only child there. He was standing at the water's edge with five other children standing around him in a half circle. They were all in dirty soaking wet ragged clothes and their flesh was as pale as the moon itself.

As I got closer, I could see their glossy clouded eyes fixed on the water. Then just like that, I blinked and they were gone, only to be replaced by five tires with a wooden cross set in the center. Eric was crouched down at this point, examining the curious structures. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled. "I... I don't know." He said confused. "You don't remember running here!" I shouted again. "No! I swear!" he whined back. I believed him. I really did. "Let's go home, we are leaving tomorrow." I told him and we walked home not saying a word to each other.

A few weeks went by and we were enjoying our new home. We had not been able to explore the neighborhood much though mainly because it would rain like every other day. One particular night it stormed so badly there was a flash flood warning and our power went out. I lit a candle in my room and read a book but I figured after about an hour it would be better to just sleep until it was over. I awoke the next day to my mom telling me she had some sad news. Jaycees sister had snuck out during the storm and had been found in the creek. She had drowned...

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Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
5 months ago (2017-07-18)
It appears I may have fallen for this one. I was really looking forward to some clarification. Oh well 😕
Argette (guest)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-17)
Good observations, Biblio.

It occurs to me that nearly every time a writer is accused of plagiarism the excuse is that they "accidentially" lifted similar or identical turns of phrase or sentence structure from another writer.

This is something an inexperienced or sloppy person would do, frankly.
Bibliothecarius (5 stories) (745 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-17)
Why, in both stories, do the writers feel compelled to explain Austin to the reader?
Warblaze: "I grew up in a town called Austin,"
Anny: "​The story I'm about to tell you took place between nineteen to twenty-five years ago, in what used to be a semi-small town called Austin, Texas."

Austin IS THE CAPITAL CITY of Texas. At a rough guess, it's 20 miles by 25 miles. IF you add the Urban & Suburban Sprawl into the surrounding towns, you more than double the population to about 2 million people; that makes the Austin Metropolitan Area the 11th largest city in the U.S.A. In Texas, there are only three cities that are bigger: Dallas, San Antonio, and Houston. Anyone with access to A MAP on the internet can find it. This is not "a needle in a haystack;" this is "What the hell is a haystack doing in the Menswear Department?"

In one of the replies on his initial story on YGS, Warblaze (Ryan Bringhurst, according to his still-active Myspace page; he has at least 2 friends listed as living in Austin) provides a follow-up detail:
"The attic had no door or later [ladder], it was just a square hole in the ceiling with edging around it and cross beams a few feet about the entrance, beyond that was pure darkness. Mike always said that's where Mommy Ego would sleep because it was always dark. Well one day we were allowed to get some push pops, the delicious orange ones. When we opened the garage we heard whispering, both of us looked up and there staring at us with malice in her eyes was a woman, her brown semi curly hair dangling down."

In favor of Warblaze's story, at least Granny Ego had bothered to put in her false teeth when he showed up...
Http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=2970
Http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=3017
Http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=3019

The weird thing, to my mind, is that the "Mommy Ego" haunting narratives only show up on YGS when performing a cursory Google search for the term. If one wanted to generate an urban legend for the world of modern communication, why only post the stories on YGS, nine years apart? This lacks the global appeal of the "slender man" mythos, and dumps on one small area of Austin, Texas.

Slightly baffled,
Biblio.
AugustaM (2 stories) (429 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-13)
This really is an interesting story and, if true, holds a lot of potential given the possible corroborating accounts. I really do hope that we hear from Anny82 - seems like too much work to recall, compose and type up such an account to just walk away from it.

The Mommy Ego title sounds to me like voodoo, granted they're not in an area that I would typically associate with that sort of thing but people and cultures are so mobile, anything is possible. Maybe we or the OP should look into possible voodoo or some related belief system operating in the area. The apparitions of the children might yield something too - perhaps check back issues of newspapers for disappearances of young kids.

Hope to hear from you, Anny82!:)
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
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6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Argette - on behalf of the mods, thank you. Sometimes when trying to maintain a measure of peace on here, we can be misunderstood, just like everyone else.😊
Argette (guest)
+3
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Trust me, no one came across badly!

As I said a while back, the frequent posters here are much more tactful and understanding than they were when I signed on here in 2011. I credit the mods for that change.

I know the song, too. Animals, right?

;)
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Melda - yes, I know that song lol I had to Google because I didn't know who sang it😁
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Miracles - Thanks! There's a song, I don't remember the title of the song or the singer - "Please don't let me be misunderstood." I don't know whether you know it!

Regards, Melda
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Melda - you didn't come across that way at all😊 We were presenting both sides and that's not a bad thing at all. As for zipping, not necessary😉 The only time that is necessary from anyone, including me, is when things are getting out of hand, and this isn't one of those times😊
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Miracles - I understand exactly what you are saying. Perhaps I should just have pulled the zip over my lips!

I honestly did not intend to come across as argumentative or nasty. Generally speaking, that is not what I am. In fact, I tend to avoid anything which is confrontational.

Hopefully we'll hear from the OP. If not, well then that's that!

Regards, Melda
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Argette - You are quite correct. As I said, I give her the benefit of the doubt. Hopefully she will reply at some stage!

Regards, Melda
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Melda - I was speaking from personal experience. I have migraines and sometimes they last for weeks and the last thing I want to do is interact with people in any form. Comprehension is almost impossible on those days.

There are other things that could be going on that could prevent her from responding. Some as mundane as no internet, too busy with summer vacation, etc. And then there could be other reasons that are life altering. Like I said, we don't know what is going on in her personal life.

I don't mean this to be argumentative or to take sides on true or not true. I just know our personal lives can take precedence over our online lives.
Argette (guest)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Melda, I agree. Obviously a great deal of time was put into the OP's account. It is one of the longest I've seen here in six years of fairly regular reading.

Mobile access allows us to check into nearly everything anytime.

On the other hand, it is certainly possible that the OP has unforeseen circumstances in her life that prevent her from responding just now.
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Miracles - I do give the OP the benefit of the doubt but I can't help wondering why there is no response at all.

Surely if you have one of your stories published you are going to reply, particularly when you say you will participate? Otherwise why go to the trouble of having it published at all?

I am not saying she is lying but, quite honestly, I feel she should respond as she undertook to do!

Regards, Melda
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
At one point or another we get upset, suspicious, etc when an o/p doesn't respond to their story (especially a new member) in what we consider to be a timely manner.

What we fail to take into consideration is the real life of the o/p. We have no idea what is going on outside YGS and we have to realize maybe their story, with our questions and comments, isn't the most important thing in their world at the moment.

Just because an o/p doesn't respond to our questions when we think they should, doesn't mean the experience is untrue. Most of us can remember a story a year or so ago where the o/p was very active in the comments. That story had a lot of holes in it and contradicting details, but a lot of our members believed it because the o/p was so involved.

Try to give our members the benefit of a doubt, unless there are in your face reasons why not to believe.
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-11)
Argette - I have to agree with you. Although I didn't comment, I read the story and followed the comments.

If I have something published I check at least once a day to see whether there are any responses, questions etc, as I am sure most of us do.

Considering all the attention this post has received I can't help feeling rather surprised and a wee bit suspicious at the lack of response from the OP.

Regards, Melda
Argette (guest)
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-10)
I agree, Spockie. It is very well done.

The issue I have is that (1) The writer indicated that she would respond to comments, and (2) there have been a fair amount of comments, and (3) there are many unanswered questions.

I'm guessing the OP has been very busy and hasn't checked in. I do hope she will.

.
Spockie (7 stories) (157 posts)
+2
6 months ago (2017-06-10)
Well, whether this story is true or not, it is well written, chilling and I enjoyed it very much.
Argette (guest)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-10)
I'm going to make one more plea to Anny82, the OP. Please respond, as you indicated you would, and help us out here.
valkricry (39 stories) (2772 posts) mod
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
For what it's worth (probably not much) I went back and read the Mommy Ego stories by Warblaze and their comments. Comments can be so telling.
There was another user called Unreal, who claims to be Mike, Warblaze's cousin... Http://www.yourghoststories.com/user-profile.php?user=6073. Now, Unreal posted a story of his own called Closet Ghost, where he mentions having 4 brothers, one of whom is severely autistic. No mention of sisters, BUT in a comment in Mommy Ego Warblaze says, " My aunt Nancy has an Autistic son who is the oldest and keeps to himself, 2 daughters, amy and vivian, and her youngest son is mike. They had a white lab named Lucky, and Nancy's husband's name is Bubba." Mike's other brothers seem to vanish. Hmmmmm...
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
+4
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
rook - I straddled the fence for awhile yesterday and, after consulting with granny, decided to see if we could arrive at answers to the questions we have asked.

If any of Jerrica's friends who experienced things while at our home would share their stories on here, I'm sure their retelling of the events would be different than what I have submitted. The same would be true if either Jerrica or Dalton would relate a firsthand experience that I have already shared on YGS. Details would be different, because they were the one who experienced it. I just shared what they told me.

I'm not trying to persuade anyone that Anny's story is true; however, I also am not going to try and persuade anyone that it isn't.
rookdygin (24 stories) (4353 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
Miracles,

This may be a case of 'It happened, but no one has talked about it, therefore no one knows...there's no folklore. It would be great if that were the case... But the fact that two different posters? (unless they are related) calling the 'Haunt/Spirit' by the same name and it NOT being local folklore...Let's just say I am standing ready to board the bus.

Respectfully,

Rook
Argette (guest)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
OP, will you kindly check in, too, and help solve the additional mystery here? Now is the time.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
I also read all 3 previous Mommy Ego stories submitted by Warblaze before publishing this one by Anny82. In my opinion, Warblaze wasn't speaking of the same events, in the first person like Anny has written in her account.

There are a few details that are off which made me question the validity of either story, but I justified the different details as being a young kid at the time and memories have a funny way of not being exact.

Also, why does it mean that Anny is the one who is telling an untrue story? Just because Warblaze submitted his years ago doesn't mean he is telling the truth.

We had many stories published back then that aren't true.

I am sincerely hoping we haven't run Anny off because I would like to hear her responses to some of the questions.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
rook - I've searched everything I can about what I experienced as a teen in my parent's home and can find nothing to support my what happened to me. But it did happen.
rookdygin (24 stories) (4353 posts)
+3
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
Ok doing the math based on ages or dates mentioned it works out like this...

Anny82 submission (The Witch of Dittmar) would have happened between 1992 - 1998.

Warblaze submission (Mommy Ego 2008) would have been in 1994. (He mentions being 20 in 2006 and being 11-13 in the Mommy Ego story... I based my math on Warblaze being 12 years old).

They both mention an Autistic relation, either a cousin or brother...

This submission seems to have taken all of the elements from Warblaze's 3 submissions and woven them all into one experience.

Something else...

This submission takes place about 8 miles from the area Warblaze describes... Unless the 'BAT BRIDGE' Warblaze describes is NOT the Congress Street Bridge then they MAY be closer.

The Closest Creek to Dittmar Park is Williamson Creek (at least on a map) however it is about 3-4 miles North from Dittmar Park. There may be drainage areas or runoffs that always have a bit of water running through them, something the O/P MAY have been told/ was raised calling it a creek.

I have gone back a read ALL of Warblazes submissions concerning Mommy Ego and I have read this one and IN MY OPINION it seems to be the same author... However I wish to ask someone with a wee bit more experience in matters like that... Biblio are you lurking about?

Respectfully,

Rook

(Did I mention I live about 45 minutes from this area and from what I can find Local Ghost Hunters / Folklore does not seem to mention this 'Haunting/Spirit' at all.)
zzsgranny (18 stories) (3312 posts) mod
+1
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
Manafon: Karma point to you for reading my mind 😊.

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Macknorton (5 stories) (533 posts)
 
6 months ago (2017-06-09)
Thanks for clarifying that Martin
Regards
Mack
Shooty-dooby wahhh!
Manafon1 (5 stories) (505 posts)
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6 months ago (2017-06-08)
zzsgranny--you're right to consider other possibilities. It is possible that there is a familial connection between Warblaze and Anny82. That said, reading Warblaze's narratives shows that, if it's not the same person who wrote The Witch of Dittmar, they definitely have read those earlier narratives.

All the accounts with "Mommy Ego" are dramatic tales of spirits who, very cinematically, disrupt otherwise "normal" households. In one rather over the top section of Warblaze's account "Mommy Ego" he writes, "The cabinets in the kitchen started opening and closing, we could hear the dishes falling to the floor and then suddenly heard mike sisters screaming". Then he writes, "The closet doors in the bedrooms started opening and closing over and over just like the cabinets in the kitchen were, the lights were blinking on and off, along with the tvs, the water turning on and off and everything seemed to be out of control."

Sounds like a scene out of the film version of The Amityville Horror. Whether there is a connection between Warblaze and Anny82 seems unlikely but possible. However, one thing is sure, they both write overly dramatic, cinematic accounts that don't follow the typical, brief yet intense, paranormal experience that most people report.

Are the accounts of Warblaze and Anny82 impossible? No. Are they highly unlikely? Yes.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
6 months ago (2017-06-08)
Martin - bless your heart, thank you. I was having a very difficult time finding that conversation lol

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