The only known image of  Edward Mordrake

 Chang Tzu Ping

the real two-face: the bizaare tale of Edward Mordrake

dear readers,

In roman Mythology, there was an god named Janus who was the god of doorways and could see into the past and the future, hence why he has two faces, the month of January was named for him and the expression being two faced is supposely an reference to him, but what if i were to tell you that there really was an person who had two faces? as freaky as that sounds, its supposely true

In 1896, an Medical book was published called  Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine. the book contained tons of strange and bizarre birth defects and deformity, the strangest beign the case of
 Edward Mordrake. this is an excerpt from that book


"One of the weirdest as well as most melancholy stories of human deformity is that of Edward Mordake, said to have been heir to one of the noblest peerages in England. He never claimed the title, however, and committed suicide in his twenty-third year. He lived in complete seclusion, refusing the visits even of the members of his own family. He was a young man of fine attainments, a profound scholar, and a musician of rare ability. His figure was remarkable for its grace, and his face — that is to say, his natural face — was that of an Antinous. But upon the back of his head was another face, that of a beautiful girl, 'lovely as a dream, hideous as a devil'. The female face was a mere mask, 'occupying only a small portion of the posterior part of the skull, yet exhibiting every sign of intelligence, of a malignant sort, however'. It would be been seen to smile and sneer while Mordake was weeping. The eyes would follow the movements of the spectator, and the lips 'would gibber without ceasing'. No voice was audible, but Mordake avers that he was kept from his rest at night by the hateful whispers of his 'devil twin', as he called it, 'which never sleeps, but talks to me forever of such things as they only speak of in Hell. No imagination can conceive the dreadful temptations it sets before me. For some unforgiven wickedness of my forefathers I am knit to this fiend — for a fiend it surely is. I beg and beseech you to crush it out of human semblance, even if I die for it.' Such were the words of the hapless Mordake to Manvers and Treadwell, his physicians. In spite of careful watching, he managed to procure poison, whereof he died, leaving a letter requesting that the 'demon face' might be destroyed before his burial, 'lest it continues its dreadful whisperings in my grave.' At his own request he was interred in a waste place, without stone or legend to mark his grave."


there has an been an debate for decades about the validity of the story, very little evidence exists but one supposedly photo  but the story gained an foothold in the public mind and was made into plays and retolded countless times and even made into songs, most famously by Tom Waits , whose song Poor Edward is an reference to Edward Mordrake. doctors and scientists have dismissed as an urban legend or folklore until the story of  Chang Tzu Ping  become world famous. Ping was born in China with an simailar condtion expect on the side of his face ,Chang had been born with a second face consisting of a mouth, a malformed tongue, several teeth, a patch of scalp, and the vestige of other facial constructs. The throat and the lips of the second face could not move independently, but the mouth did react in tandem to Chang opening his. Shortly after being discovered he was brought to the United States to have the second face surgically removed. unlike Mordrake, there was considerable more evidence of his existence including photos and examination by doctors.


finishing thoughts

what are we to make of this? is the story of Edward Mordrake, truth or fiction. as we see with the case of Chang tzu Ping, its very possible to be born with such an birth defecit, and while I doubt it talekd to hin, that strikes me more as an form of mental illiness, i can beleive he was born with two faces. maybe its based on an real story that got twisted in retelling, the world may never know,


love and peace,


Alex  "For Terra!" Stallwitz   

 

an roadmap for the future

dear readers

I first wish to apologize for this blog going on unplanned hiatus, between school and some private matters, It fell by the wayside, The good news, I have returned and while i can't promise I will update frequency, i will try to update more,  I hope you look forward to it


Yours Truly

Alex Purge the Xenos Stallwitz

the monster of glamis castle

dear readers

one of the most famous castles in great britain is glamis castle. it was the childhood home of the queen mother, and princess margaret was born there. fewer people knew of the stranger story of the monster.

in 1821 the legend goes , The firstborn son of the 11th earl was born grotesquely deformed. His body was shaped like an egg. He had tiny arms and legs and no neck. The large torso was covered with hair. There is said to be a monarchical painting in Glamis, where, in the background, an amoured figure with disproportionately large arms and legs can be seen. This figure, supposedly, is the "Monster". He was known as the Monster of Glamis and was the rightful heir to the estate.

His chamber, which is recounted as measuring 10 ft by 15 ft, was entered from the chapel. There is no known account of how the room was accessible, but presumably it would have been through a removable panel or some such as there is no visible entrance from the chapel. In 1969, the Queen Mother's biographerMichael Thornton visited Glamis and was told by the sixteenth Earl that the entrance had been bricked up after Thomas's death.

The details of Thomas's appearance -- come from James Wentworth Day's The Queen Mother's Family Story. They are attributed to "a member of the Queen Mother's family". Wentworth-Day's account is the first in which the information was gathered direct from members of the Queen mother's family, even though they were understandably reluctant to be named. It is suspected that on several occasions, the Queen Mother herself was the source. In Peter Underwood's A-Z of British Ghosts he is described as "an enormous flabby egg". There is said to be a monarchical painting in Glamis, where, in the background, an amoured figure with disproportionately large arms and legs can be seen. This figure, supposedly, is the "Monster".

Thomas was fed daily through an iron grille in his cell door by one trusted servant. It is not believed that Thomas ever left this cell, but some associated rumours claim that he was occasionally exercised by being taken for a walk, like a dog, on the battlements on moonless nights. The castle has a section named Mad Earl's Walk to this day.

Wentworth-Day describes a tale whereby a workman carrying out renovation at Glamis in the early 1900s found the secret passage, and explored it, and became "alarmed" at what he found there. The Earl and his lawyer were summoned from London, and they stopped the work and interrogated the man. The result of this was that he was bribed into silence and emigration (to Australia) with several hundred thousand pounds of hush money, an enormous sum for those days.

Also from Wentworth-Day comes the story of the Queen Mother's mother, the Countess of Strathmore, trying to get the Glamis factor Andrew Ralston, whom the Earl had confided in, to tell her the truth about the family secret. He told her "it is fortunate you do not know the truth for, if you did, you would never spend another night beneath this roof". Only the Earl and his heir are ever fully in the know, told the secret - as they should know they were not the rightful inheritor of the title - on his 21st birthday. Once the "monster" had died, the heir was given a choice as to whether he wanted to know or not, there no longer being a reason why he must be told and to save him distress..It is claimed that the workman event happened in the 1870s. This would indicate that Thomas was in his fifties at the time. The circumstances and date of his death are unknown. Thomas's mother, Charlotte Grimstead, died in 1881. In another event, guests at the castle, upon hearing rumours of the monster, decided to hang a piece of rag from every window in the castle that they could access. Upon surveying their work, they found a number of windows ragless, and therefore termed them secret rooms. Unfortunately, the Earl returned, and discovering their experiment, threw them out.

what is the monster? a poor deformed child? It is known that in the 20th century, two members of the Bowes-Lyon family, Nerissa Bowes-Lyon {1919-1986}and Katherine Bowes-Lyon {b.1926} were reported to have died but were in fact confined to mental hospitals. As were 3 cousins related to Narissa and Katherine-Idonea Fane (1912–2001), Rosemary Jean (born 1914), and Etheldreda Flavia Fane (born 1922-died 1986). or was it a nightmarish spawn of hell? the answer i guess will never be known


love and peace


Alex Why so serious? Stallwitz

The black eyed children

dear readers 

Recently, I became aware of a strange and creepy new phenomena. the first time i read it, it creeped me out. (not the easiest thing to do) its called the black eyed children. 

in 1998, a journalist named Brian Bethel posted on a newsgroup, his exprience was that he was out one evening running a errand, he was in a parking lot writing a check for his internet bill. he was approached by two children. here is the exprience in his own words   "I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.

Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.

Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.

Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.

Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.

They didn't appear to be related, at least directly.

"Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed.

I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. ;)

So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.

The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.

I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"

The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.

"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?"

Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes:

"Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..."

Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.

In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.

This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..."

"Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.

Now here's where it starts to get strange.

The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door.

He eyed me nervously.

The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.

"C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys."

That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."

"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.

"What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally.

"Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.

"Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.

The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.

"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house."

We locked eyes.

To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.

I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.

For the first time, I noticed their eyes.

They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.

At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) "We've been found out!"

The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.

"Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."

That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun."

He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:

"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"

I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back and They were gone, The sidewalk by the theater was deserted"
 

after he posted his story which is one of the creepyest things I have written about on this blog. more and more people came forward with the same account.  they all have the same running theme   Most accounts occur at the individual's home. There is a knock on the door and on the other side, waiting patiently, is a kid of roughly 12 to 17 years of age. Their dress is usually common for the time and they seem rather normal. But then the sudden fear and the sense of wrongness sinks in. Most accounts occur at the individual's home and at dusk orat  night . There is a knock on the door and on the other side, waiting patiently, is a kid of roughly 12 to 17 years of age. Their dress is usually common for the time and they seem rather normal. But then the sudden fear and the sense of wrongness sinks in. And then of course, there are the eyes. they have coal black eyes without no pupils or irises.

The BEKs will always ask to be invited inside. Sometimes they claim that they need to use the telephone because they are lost, or their car broke down just up the road. If anyone has ever let them inside, there are no credible accounts. Almost all people who have run-ins with BEKs are too overcome with an unexplained fear and end up turning them away. This only infuriates the kids and they appear to grow impatient and more demanding that they be let in. Also, they will never actually leave until the person they have approached has either closed the door or left the scene of the encounter.  reports have surfaced of black eyed adults, through curiously all are young looking 20-25,  they all follow the same pattern.  

What is going on?, is this a internet hoax or something else.  it is interesing that they insist on being invited in. folklore on vampire and demons claimed that you have to invite the spirit in first. are they evil spirits or demon trying to lure unsuspecting people. are they aliens?  i guess the truth will remain a mystery, so be careful  out there and think twice about inviting children into your home....

love and peace

Alex My life for Aiur Stallwitz  

Fringe

dear readers 

surprise i'm back!!! sorry about the hiatus,  i got busy with school and various other things. I'm going to try to update more often.  shameless plug time!!!! if you enjoy this blog, you should watch Fringe on the Fox Network. its on at 8 p.m central. it's about a lot of things I cover in my blog and is very good, i recommend it to everyone. thanks for your patience 

love and peace 

Alex The Legion Will Fall Stallwitz     

alleged photo of a young bigfoot

The goatman Fact Or Fiction?

dear readers

in maryland, there exists a creature dubbed the goatman, all sightings of the goatman
start the same, it has in fact been blended into a another urban legend The Hook
(go to http://www.snopes.com/horrors/madmen/hook.asp for the full story). a couple
are in car doing what couples do ;.) when a large homind steps out of the wood,  He attacks the car 
with a large double handed axe and bangs on the car scaring the helpless couple, 
then he disappears into the woods.  his description varies 
but he is either has a human body with a goat head or looks like a satyr.
this brings up the intersing realtionship between the greek god pan and
Satan.It is likely that the demonized images of the incubus and even the horns and cloven hooves of Satan, as depicted in much Christian literature and art, were taken from the images of the highly sexual Pan. this was a warning not to lapse into reworshipping the pagan gods. But i digress, 

In the eastern Texas town of Marshall, a “goatman” was reported by hunters during 1972, as the story goes. Another goatman has been reported in Alabama and is said to be roughly seven feet tall, hooved, with claws and a lumpy bald head. Stories have also poured in from Oregon, Oklahoma, Kentucky, and in California there is the tale of the “Chevo Man,” Chevo being Spanish for goat. There has even been a report from New Zealand.  the Goatman legends do share one common theme and that is Maryland or, more precisely, Prince George’s County.  Since the late 1950’s the territory of the Goatman has consisted of several localities in P.G. County with an acute focus on the Bowie area. The area is largely forest with a number of main highways running through it to other, more populous parts of the state. At the heart of the matter is the bridge known as “Crybaby Bridge” because, so it is said, if motorists stop on that bridge late at night the shrill braying of the Goatman can be heard. It should be noted that the crying could be that of an infant ghost, as the bridge reportedly got that name because of a young mother drowning her baby under it. The bridge is located on Governor’s Bridge Road.



The two other prominent roads that the the Goatman frequents are Lottsford Road and Fletchertown Road. Perhaps it is no coincidence that the Glendale State Asylum is situated between these two roads. The locale around Lottsford-Vista Road and Admore-Ardwick Road has been reported as a Goatman hot spot.  As for the sightings, they come from persons of varying reliability. Some have claimed that the Goatman was bold enough to break into their homes while they were out, leading to the witnesses returning and startling the belligerent creature. And while struggles ensue there remains no physical evidence. Others claim to have witnessed the Goatman in the act of throwing canines off of interstate 495 overpasses near secluded areas. The assault of pets has been the most persistent accusation against the Goatman as there have been several rashes of mutilated or missing animals in the vicinity. The Washington Post reported such an incident in 1971 (the headline was residents fear the goatman lives) and while the author of the article treated the matter with levity they did provide a paper trail for those seeking more information on the spectral occurrences. When animals kept in the yard overnight or in pens become agitated or vanish, residents are heard to curse the Goatman. In some instances the decapitated corpses of the missing animals have been found, but as other journalists have pointed out there are other circumstances to consider (such as the fact that one of the dogs was found next to frequently used railroad tracks).

what is the goatman 
 
the goatman is supposly a cautionary tale of science gone wrong, At the center of this moral crisis lies the United States Agricultural Research Center of Beltsville, Maryland. Two common variations involve a scientist working with goats at the facility. In one story the scientist simply went mad, for reasons often improvised by the storyteller, and ran off into the woods screaming. Ever since that accursed day the madman has stalked the woods of the area with an ax. The second and more fantastic version claims that the scientist’s experiments with goats went horribly wrong and he ended up becoming mutated and goat-like in appearance. After this occurred he went the way of his mad scientist counterpart, fleeing to the relative peace of the woods with an ax and a chip on his shoulder.



Beltsville is situated at the outskirts of Washington D.C.’s suburbs and has an abundance of wooded land that could provide shelter or an escape route for the Goatman. There is a third assertion about man’s scientific wrongdoing involving a botched attempt at creating a cure for cancer. As the story goes this occurred back in the 1960’s in a Pittsburgh lab using techniques that are known to modern medical researchers to be redundant with no hope of facilitating any breakthroughs in the battle against cancer. However, this was unknown to the unfortunates involved in the experimentation and, through methods as yet unrevealed, the cancer cells were caused to grow into none other than the Goatman. The abominable beast then broke loose and has ravaged the countryside ever since. Furthermore, this legend claims that the Chubacabra phenomenon is in actuality the mistaken progeny of the Goatman creature the was created in the lab. No explanation as to how he multiplied has been ventured at the time of this writing.

A fourth theory involves the mental health facility housed within the confines of the Goatman’s known territory. Some locals have grumbled about rumored experimentation on inmates while others have speculated about “regular” insane persons escaping in the night to commit the crimes that the Goatman has been blamed for. And finally there is the assertion that the Goatman is the embodiment of none other than the arch fiend himself, summoned to this earth from time to time by the rituals of satanists. The connection between this origin and the attacks on cars and dogs would seem tenuous at best. Other sources site parental license in the use of a deranged old hermit loose in the woods wielding his ax against children, generally residing in whichever area the parents wanted their children to stay away from. Examples are: near busy highways, under bridges, around certain electrical towers, and any other dangerous places.


what is the goatman? a urban legend ? a cautioanry tale of science gone worng and the dnagers of young lust? Satan, or is it a satyr from greek myth? or a vicious hoax? who knows?  I voiced a warning I have said before when you are out in the woods beware for you never know what you will see...
 

love and peace,

Alex My Life For Aiur! Stallwitz   


sources

http://azaz.essortment.com/goatmanlegend_rhcn.htm