HAUNTED/SPIRIT/WICCAN---"ATHAME DAGGER OF THE WITCH"--- KRAUSEMUELLER HAUNTED ESTATE---"A VERY SPECIAL FIND"--- Start Price USD 149.00 Current Price USD 149.00 Time Left - Bid Count 0 Buy It Now Price - Reserve Price - Start Time Saturday, September 20, 2008 End Time Monday, October 20, 2008 Location Krausemueller Estate See more about 'HAUNTED/SPIRIT/WICCAN---"ATHAME DAGGER OF THE WITCH"---' Description                                                                                                                               Lord & Lady Artemiss          Welcome you to their Haunted Krausemueller            Estate                                              We hope you enjoy the slideshow.......                                                                             We bid you Welcome......     We would like to extend to you a warm welcome to the auctions of Lord and Lady Artemiss. Our interest in the paranormal spans an entire lifetime. We have lived in a wonderful old haunted house for many years, and have investigated and explored countless others, but never before have we encountered one anything like this. Prepare yourself  for a spine-tingling journey that will take you beyond the boundries of this earthly realm, and into the most mysterious regions of the vast and dark unknown.......                                    Our eerie tale begins here....    It all began late one night, after a terrible thunderstorm knocked the power out for several hours. It was so still and quiet that my husband and I jumped when the phone rang at such a late hour. The call was from a friend of his that had some news that would change our lives forever. Knowing of our life long interest in the Paranormal and in haunted things, he couldn't wait until morning to call. He had just learned of a "supposedly" haunted house that might be going up for sale.    My husband has always been  fascinated with such things; the odd, the unusual, the strange. He has a very keen, inquiring mind, and never tires of the study of that which modern science has been unable to explain. He prefers to take a technically orientated approach, and pursue beyond the boundries of conventional thinking, with his vast array of meters and guages.  I come from a family with a Wiccan background, and I have always been able to sense the presence of Spirits and Apparitions, with an inborn ability of Precognition. My grandmother could sense things like that too. It's something peculiar that runs in our family. Some people call it a gift; to others, it's a curse. I prefer to think that it's a little of both. We are both semi- retired, and together we make a good team.    "The House" was all my husband could talk about, so against my better judgement, I gave in, and agreed to accompany him for a "viewing" of the house. The arrangements were made, to meet his friend and the old gentleman that was considering selling the house, at the site. It was well out in the country, at the end of a winding, bumpy, dead end road. It was a strange sight; a tall, eerie, dilapidated old house, all alone out in the middle of nowhere. I wondered why anyone would possibly build in such an isolated location......   My husband's friend and the owner were already there when we arrived. He was an elderly, very strange looking man, appearing to be frail and in poor health. We were introduced to Mr. Heinrich Krausemueller.   He spoke with a thick strange accent, whose origin I could not quite make out, and told us that he had lived in the house nearly all of his life. His parents had died when he was very young, and he had been taken in and raised by his great aunt. He told us that she had just recently died. I couldn't help but wonder to myself, considering the owner was already elderly, how old his great aunt must have been. I just had to ask. "Might I ask, how old your great aunt was?"He just smiled and said, "Old.....VERY old."   He said the only other current occupant of the house, the man's uncle, had been killed just two months ago, overseas. He had been in the Merchant Marines and traveled most of his life. After retiring, he had traveled the world, spending most of his time in the Orient, and Middle East, only occasionally returning home. There were no other living relatives.   He told us that he had never been married. He related to us that when he was a young man, he had fallen deeply in love with a beautiful young woman. Her family was very wealthy, and thought that he was not good enough for her. She had lots of "gentlemen callers," and wouldn't even give him the time of day. One day he went to her house, and took her some flowers that he had picked. When she saw them, she threw them on the ground, and laughed at him. He was heartbroken. He wrote her poems of his love for her, but she never responded. He would go to places that he knew she would be, just to be close to her. She never returned his feelings. Then, he heard that she was going to marry the son of a wealthy local merchant.    He never got over his deep love and devotion to her, and spent his life alone. He felt that if he were to marry, he would be being unfaithful to her memory. He knew that he would never find anyone that could ever take her place in his heart. She was his one true love. The old house never knew the sound of her footsteps or the lilt of her laughter.   The old man said that now that his health was failing, he was no longer able to maintain the house, and he had moved into an "assisted living " facility. His speech was very slow and guarded. We could tell by the way he talked about the house, that he really didn't seem sure that he wanted to sell it.   "I suppose you'd want to tear her down, and build something new," he said to my husband, the sad look in his eyes was unmistakable. When my husband told him of his interest in the paranormal,and told him that we would certainly want to keep the house "as is," the old man's eyes immediately lit up. He said that at first, he had been reluctant to tell us about the "goings on" in the house, since most folks didn't believe in such things, and he feared that it would only encourage us to want to tear it down. But now, learning of my husband's interest in the paranormal, he began to open up, and was soon telling us everything about the history of the house.   The house was very, very old, and had been remodeled and added on to several times. It was suppose to have been built on the foundation of an even older house, that had burned down under mysterious circumstances. He said that he himself had witnessed many bizzare events during his life there. His eyes grew wide, as he told us about the ghosts and apparitions, poltergeists and demons, inhuman creatures, hellish monsters, vampires, and horrifying beasts. He talked louder and faster, and said that he had smelled the stench of old rotting corpses, heard the screams of demented lost souls, and had witnessed deformed, grotesque old crones. The more the man told us, the more enthusiastic my husband became, which only encouraged the old man to tell us even more. His eyes grew even wider, and he became more animated, as he spoke of hearing eerie, strange sickly insane laughter, coming from hidden secret hidden rooms, and satan-like banshees, levitating above him. Nightmares were his constant curse, sinister and hideous images were his constant companion. Just the thought of it was enough to drive a normal person insane.......  My husband hung on his every word. The man told us that his great aunt was a practitioner of Witchcraft, which immediatly caught my interest, and that his uncle too had dabbled in the occult. My husband ask him if he had carried on the "family tradition," but the old man just smiled.   Out in back of the house, there were several old gravestones. He didn't know who they belonged to, only that they had been there for as long as he could remember. "Graves out back," would have made most people cringe, but it only made the place MORE attractive to my husband. By now he was itching for a tour of the inside of the old house.   It was hard to imagine that anyone had still been living in the house, it was so dilapidated and run down. My husband was fascinated by all of the rooms and dark narrow hallways. Oddly, it seem to be much larger on the inside than it appeared to be from the outside. Everything seemed to be strangely "out of kilter." I could feel "presences" as we toured the house; some of the "Spirits" seemed to be very, very old. I knew that my husband could hardly wait to start using his meters and gauges.   Then we came upon a room that was locked. Touching the doorknob, I felt a very, very old "presence." That was my great Aunt's room," the old man said. "I never go in there. Never. But of course, if you decide to buy the old place, I'll give you the key, if you really think you are brave or foolish enough to use it......."    "IF" you buy the place, I thought to myself. From the look on my husband's face, there was NO WAY that he was going to pass up this opportunity.    The old man and my husband began to talk "business," and the deal was made. The old man even "sweetened the pot", by saying that he didn't even want anything from the house, except for a few personal items. Everything else could go with the house, and he said for us to do with them as we pleased. When the transfer of ownership was "official," the old man shook my husband's hand, looked him straight in the eye, and gave him a very strange smile. "Now it all belongs to you," he grinned, his eyes glaring, "I am finally free of it. The curse now falls upon your shoulders......"My husband had a puzzled look on his face. He started to ask the old man what he meant by that, but the old man just turned and started walking away, with a most hideous and sinister laugh, in a voice that no sane person could make.......                                                                                                         Our Auction.....    If you have been a follower of our auctions, you may recall our first exploration of Hienrichs aunts room, and how the large iron cross fell from above the doorway, nearly striking my husband. Little did we know at the time, that it would be the only the first of many close calls, that the aunt, whom we have come to know as "The Witch", had in store for us............    You may also remember the hidden door that we found in one of the walls in her room, that had a secret passageway which led to her "Inner Sanctum"; a small room where we discovered her most hidden treasures. For the benefit of those of you new to our auctions, we will relate the story to you.........      I was not looking forward to venturing into that room; I always dreaded crawling through the dark passageway. I do not like confining places, and the passageway was barely large enough to squeeze through, its twists and turns making it seem all the more frightening. Our clothes rubbed against the old wood of the wall, the scraping sound seeming all the louder in the tight space. My worst fear, was that we would somehow become stuck, unable to move forward or back, trapped forever.........   The air in the room, as always, was old and stale. In here, one could lose all sense of time. I wondered how often the witch had come here, and who had built this eerie place. Perhaps "Others" had come here before she, and who knows what may have transpired in this hidden sanctum. As we started our explorations, I began to experience an ominous feeling, a foreboding of something about to happen. I could feel the power of the witch so very strongly in this room, and after everything that had happened to us so far in exploring the house, I knew that we could expect danger most anywhere. My husband had been preoccupied with his meters and guages; I heard him mumble something as he was looking at his notepad. "This is very interesting", he said. "When we were here last, I measured the width and length of the room, and when I checked it today, it is a full foot narrower and shorter". I didnt see how that could be possible. "See for yourself", he said, handing me one end of the tape measure. I told him what the tape measure read. He frowned, and walked over to me. His frown became a look of concern. The ominous feeling that I had became more intense. This cant be", he said. "Just now, since I just measured, it has become even smaller yet, by nearly another foot!"  He looked up at me, and he spoke the words that we were both feeling. "This room is shrinking!". The ominous feeling turned to fear. "We have to leave now!' I said, as we headed for the passageway. I could swear that it felt even smaller too; we could scarcely squeeze our bodies inside! We tried to move as quickly as we could; my fear turned to terror; what if we could not get out in time? My heart was pounding, the walls scraping the skin of my knuckles, the floor tearing at my knees. I could hardly believe it, when I saw the doorway; my husband pushed me out ahead of him, as he followed right behind. We both lay on the floor of the bedroom, our hearts pounding. When we were again able to function clearly, my husband measured the passageway door entrance. It was back to its normal size...........   That is the story of our first trip into the witches "Inner Sanctum", as we have come to call it. As much as I dreaded it, I knew that my husband would want to go back. Despite the danger, and our close call last time, his will to explore and discover was too much for him to resist. So once again, I prepared myself, as best that I could, for...... the unexpected. But this time, I insisted that we spend only a predetermined amount of time there, and to monitor every possible potential danger that we could think of. And that we would leave immediately, should anything threatening transpire.   We again made our way through the dark narrow passageway, around the twists and turns, and finally into the hidden room. My husband set up his meters, and he agreed to monitor them constantly, and especially to keep measuring the room. We had brought our better lights this time, and I could see that there were several cabinets and old dressers across the room. I could feel the spirit of the witch, her presence as strong as ever, and I was able to detect much older spirits as well. The same ominous feeling was present that I felt the last time that we were here, and as I began to look inside one of the dressers, I felt the ominous feeling grow stronger. I told my husband what I was feeling, and he said that he was monitoring everything that we had talked about, and that his meters were showing increasing paranormal readings, even as we spoke. I had brought a cloth bag with me, and had planned in advance to gather as many items from the room as I could, before the danger again became too intense. It seemed as if it were getting warmer and warmer in the room, but I attributed that to my anxiety and wanting to get finished and out as soon as possible. I quickly took what I could find in each drawer. Sweat was dripping from my forehead; I looked over at my husband; he was totally consumed in his meters, oblivious to anything else, and he was dripping wet. I knew that it was more than just anxiety; I told him to check his thermometer; it read one hundred and eighteen degrees! I felt an immediate sense of danger, and I could feel the spirit of the witch consuming the room. He looked at the thermometer again; it was now one hundred twenty three degrees, and rising! I checked my watch; our predetermined time to spend in the room, thirty minutes, was nearly up. We both knew that we had to leave now, as he grabbed up his meters and I stashed what I could in the bag. We crawled into the passageway, and I could feel it growing hotter still; it was getting nearly immpossible to breathe. I swore that I could hear the witch, laughing hysterically, as we tried to move as quickly as we possibly could. It took all of our strength to make it out, our lungs gasping for air, dragging the bag, as we finally again exited the passageway. When we recovered, my husband read the temperature at the opening of the passageway; it was a comfortable seventy two degrees......      As before, when the room and passageway had begun to shrink in size, everthing went back to normal, once we were out of the Inner Sanctum and passageway. I cannot explain the room shrinking last time, nor the temperature rising so dramatically this time. Even more perplexing, was that I knew, according to my watch, that we had spent only thirty minutes in the room, but when I checked it right after we had left the passageway, somehow, nearly two hours had transpired. I have no explanation, except that, the witch must still have a great presence and power here.........    We have ventured back to the "Inner Sanctum" of the witch, several times since, but we are careful to always be very aware of what may be transpiring around us, and we never stay for too long. One of our gifted and very psychic readers told us that they had been having a reoccuring dream, and that we should search in the upper right corner of the room, facing the altar, near the floor. On our most recent trip into the room, we did so, and my husband discovered a loose floorboard, in that location. He carefully pried it up, and underneath, we discovered this hidden white handled athame dagger. I do not know what the handle is made of, but there is a small pentagram carved into it. The blade measures approximately eight and one half inches in length, and has been rather coarsely sharpened. The overall length of the athame is thirteen and one half inches. I can feel the spirit of the witch very strongly in this one, and I sense that she used it quite often. I believe that this is the only white handled athame, that we have found, thus far. And thanks to one of our precious customers, we have learned that a white handled dagger, is a very special athame, known as a "Bolline", that is used for inscribing the words and symbols of power.......                                 Bid......... if you dare.       From Lord & Lady Artemiss.....    Read some of our feedbacks from our satisfied buyers, and comments from our wonderful paranormal followers and bid with confidence......... I can not even begin to describe how striking this is. I am speechless! Thanks!     # 1 seller in my book! Honest, and a PLEASURE to do biz with! I WILL be back! A++++ .   REALLY COOL SELLERS! WHY CANT EVERYONE ON EBAY BE THIS UNIQUE? AAA+++   Would definitely buy from again   Beautiful Urn. Arrived in perfect condition. Would buy from this seller again   Good deal! Fast delivery! Couldn't be better!   Truely haunted items, happy customer here!   I have had nightmares since this has been in my house!  Very scary! Thanks!   Super fast shipping, smooth transaction. Thanks! +++++   QUICK SHIPPING AND EXCELLENT PACKING   Received item promptly, packed exquisitely,will see what the witch has in store!   I did received my earrings and you're right they are beautiful, thank you   Made my hand feel weird when I held it......seriously! Awesome seller!   Fast shipping great packing best I've seen yet product as promised AAA Seller! .   Incredible item! Just as described  Very possessed!!!!!!!   Ring actually works!!! Made my left hand stiff like a rock!!!. Great Seller A+++   Fast shipping, very good seller, will buy from again! A+++ all the way!   I have bought many items on other paranormal sites, but this is the real thing!!!! great ebayer....thanks!!!!! AAAA+++   Received fast and just as described. Thanks!!     quick shipment!  A perfect addition to my collection!   Wow! Makes a wierd wizzing sound at night! Very scary! I love it! Seller is A+++   fast shipping,truely haunted!  AAAAAAAAAA+++++++++     Paranormal activity present! Cross is vibrating and I've had strange dreams!   Great deal with/lightning fast shipping. Highly recommended!!    Another outstanding transaction from a stellar ebay seller! AA++                                EVEN BETTER THAN DESCRIBED! TRULY POSSESSED!    VERY ACTIVE SPIRIT! STRANGE AURA AROUND DOLL!         FAST SHIPPING! DEFINITE VIBRATIONS! TRUST THESE GUYS!+++                                                                                                                                                          A special THANK YOU to our faithful followers for sharing their experiences with us....  Always, Lord & & Lady Artemiss       Q. I used print preview to look at this and magnified it an it started changing color and looked like there was a house with some sort of dark spirit popping out of the front. I'm not really a believer but this scared the crap out of me! Good luck! Q. If you look in the uppermost window of the right side of the house, you will see an older woman in white. In the lower left corner, there is a creature of some kind, and in the attic window, is the spirit of a small child. I feel that this house has much more to offer you..... Q. I have had the ability to since I was a young child to sense things of a paranormal nature. In the graves out back, there lies a secret that is to horrible to describe. Beware of the ground nearby it, it is evil ground. Search for a key, hidden in the basement, it holds the possibilities of great wealth. There exists here far older than you know. Be very careful in your explorations. Blessed be.      Q: This has got to be one of the scariest houses that I have ever come across, and I have seen quite a few. Be very very careful !!!!!!!!   Q: I put the picture of the house on my backdrop on my computer and and blew it up to take a better look at it and there are faces everywhere. There are faces in the trees, there are faces in two of the windows,and in the lower left side you can see an outline of something it looks like the side view like it is walking and got caught on camera. There is a mist almost just surrounding the whole house, it looks freaky yes, but once you get a close up of it it is almost unreal how messed up this house truly is. The witch has left alot behind, and i am not talking just material objects, things are hidden to keep the evil from other people that were trying to make it a home and too much just built up, which explains the poltergeist and demons..........    Q. I have recieved the mirror; upon its arrival I became sick and saw quick flashes of the room in which you found it. When I concentrate on it, I become light headed, I lose strength, and want to vomit, but cant. I have even seen "The Other's" face in several visions. I feel from what I have seen, that several of these objects were used somehow in sacrificial rites. Perhaps that is why there are so many graves out back, especially unmarked ones.... I am trying to decipher the markings on the back, but I feel that I may not like what it says........Bless Be.   From Lord & Lady Artemiss......     Out of respect for the paranormal occupants of the house, we have chosen to protect their privacy, therefore we are not disclosing the location of the estate. Sorry, tours are not available.           First ever page by Lady Artemiss Place a Bid!