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Coop here,

I found these photographs on a CD-ROM in Wes’s files along with a text document.  I looked at them very carefully and it would appear Wes was scouting dilapidated locations…  possibly for the Boy in the Corner?  The homeless kid, Chris, said the Boy could be found in forbidden, derelict buildings

As for the pictures themselves, a few of them have…  anomalies.  I’ve enhanced a few of the final ones to reveal the anomalies more clearly. 

There’s something else…

Wes had a text file in the same folder as these pictures.  The file contained three questions.  The history indicated that the file had been modified and saved 47 times so it looked like Wes spent a lot of time narrowing them down.  I can only assume Wes planned to ask the Boy in the Corner these three questions…

Question #1:  Where is Sarah?

Question #2:  Will I live forever?

Question #3:  Who is the Man Behind the Door?

I’m not sure why there are only three questions, but it’s possible there is a limit to what you can ask before the Man Behind the Door arrives.  I also can’t figure out why he’s inquiring as to Sarah’s whereabouts.  Is it possible that she disappeared before him and he was searching for her? 

Could the figures in these photos be the Man Behind the Door?  Was he appearing in them because Wes was getting close to finding the Boy in the Corner?  Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me.  You be the judge…

(click on the pictures for a larger version)

the outline of a transparent figure

 

a man's shadow behind the wall

 

the head of spectral figure

 

a menacing figure reflected in a sliver of mirror

 

-Coop

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Coop here,

I don’t have much to say about this except that it speaks for itself. I’m currently looking for more info in Wes’s notes that expand on the metaphysical aspects of what Miss Martha is talking about here. What I’ve found so far all seems loosely connected (at least). More as I can put it together and get it out to you…

(Part 1 of the interview HERE)

Martha: —The Man Behind the Door is the right hand of God.

Wes: Pardon?

Martha: This is privileged information, you hear? I don’t reconcile telling it to someone without faith. Are you a good Christian, Mr. Cotten?

Wes: Yes I am.

(a half lie)

Martha: Are you a repentant Southern Baptist?

Wes: …No ma’am. I’m Lutheran.

Miss Martha stared at me for what seemed like a full minute. I immediately regretted telling the truth as I remembered how uncompromising the Southern Baptist faith can be. They are rigid in their beliefs and have almost no patience for the contrary beliefs of opposing denominations. Suddenly, she let out a loud sigh and wiped her brow.

Martha: Well, I guess you’re okay. The Lord says, “Love thy neighbor.” Have you been baptized in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit?

Wes: Yes ma’am.

(a full lie)

Martha: Well that’s a start. We will have to get you sorted out proper real soon.

Wes: So… You’re saying The Man Behind the Door has a connection to God?

Martha: He puts a stop to the Boy’s wickedness, keeps him from spreading the Lord’s secrets by punishing those who seek it.

Wes: Is he like an angel?

Martha: The Lord has dominion over all things, both divine or unholy. He allows the Man to do as he wilt, just like the Lord allows the Devil to do as he wilt. They all have a part to play in the great design.

Wes: Just to clarify… The Boy, if he’s found, tattles the secrets of the Heavens and the Earth and then the Man suddenly appears to put a stop to it?

Martha: You may be a scholar of the world, Mr. Cotten, but you know very little about the life beyond it. It’s never that simple. These things are much more than you can comprehend.

This made me a little angry. Either she was saying I wasn’t intelligent enough or I wasn’t religious enough to understand. Either way, it was a cop-out. I figured I’d try to play along best I could without getting too confrontational, knowing that devout fundamentalists like Miss Martha tend to shut down or lash out when they realize they are about to lose a religious or logical argument. I also started to notice that sharp smell of vinegar that hung over the house seemed more intense the longer I stayed there. It was starting to sting my eyes and burn my nostrils.

Wes: Then please enlighten me. I would like to know more about your beliefs.

Martha: Oh I can testify till my heart’s content, but it’s not my place to show you the heavens and explain their wonders. That is for Metatron, the voice of God.

Wes: Ah, see I know of Metatron. He IS an angel. You mostly see his name in Jewish texts—

Martha: —(shakes her head and takes a harsh vocal tone) I do not think you know anything, Mr. Cotten. You spout things you’ve heard from in books but you don’t understand the true meanings. You don’t FEEL it as someone with faith does.

Wes: Then how am I supposed to understand? How am I supposed to find what I’m looking for?

Martha: (calms down) You find it by searching… inside. Some of it you will find. Some of it will find you. You are not faithful enough to receive messages from the Metatron. The unfaithful receive messages from Bosunepcron. I expect that’s where YOU will begin finding what you are looking for.

Wes: Bosunepcron? That’s… I’m not familiar with that term.

At this point, the smell had become nearly unbearable. It made my head hurt. My nostrils weren’t inflamed or swollen, anymore but the smell felt like it was eating away at my nasal lining. It didn’t smell like vinegar anymore. It was sharp and dull at the same time. Kind of like a caustic chemical but worse. I’ve never smelled anything that pungent before in my life. I figured it was because this woman was freaking me out and brain was using the smell as an alarm to coerce me to leave.

Martha: God has a voice. By your text book smarts, I suppose you would figure that those unlike God would have one too. That would make sense to an educated boy like yourself, wouldn’t it?

Wes: Then it’s the Devil’s voice?

Martha: (shakes her head) You have so much to learn my young man.

A loud knocking (3 times to be precise) suddenly came from inside a room down the hallway that connected to the living room where we were sitting. It startled me, but Miss Martha seemed unperturbed. Behind the door I could hear what sounded like a little child’s voice whining and pleading.

Martha: (yelling) You hush up back there! I told ya you ain’t coming out until you learn right! Bother me again and you’ll do without supper, you hear?

The room in the back goes silent.

Martha: (back to me) You have to discipline them. If you don’t, they’d run all over the place doing God knows what. You understand? (standing up) I’m going to have to send you along. I have a Bible study arriving soon and I have to tidy up.

Miss Martha showed my to the door and I left without a word. My head was throbbing and I was anxious to get out of there. I noticed a lot of Martha’s intimidating neighbors (some gang-bangers amongst them) stared at me intensely as I made my way to my car and drove off. I promised myself I wouldn’t go back there if I didn’t have to.

On the way back I thought seriously about calling child services to check up on Miss Martha and her most current foster child. If she was locking the kid up in a room and denying him food, that would make me sick. After awhile of internal debate, I realized I could have seen things out of context. I’d draw the ire of my volunteer work colleagues if I went off half-cocked and started making accusations without the facts. I decided to let it go for now.

I went straight home and took a nap. When Sarah woke me up, I felt a lot better. The headache was gone and the bad smell only slightly lingered in the air around me. I told Sarah where I went and let her listen to the interview (cutting it off before the knocking). She got really mad at me, pointing out that the police are always busting crystal meth-cooking operations in the houses in that neighborhood. She said Miss Martha was probably forcing her foster children to make meth in the other part of the house and the fumes are what made me feel so sick.

She also told me I should drop this research if it was going to send me out to the worst parts of the city. I know she’s scared for my safety but this stuff is too interesting not to follow up on so I’m going to continue with my research. Hopefully Sarah can live with that. She’s seemed a little sad and distant every since I started, but I’m taking her out to The Rendezvous this weekend. That ought to cheer her up.

Looks like my trail of leads is running dry. I have to locate “Rodney the Bum” and hopefully he’ll give me an interview and a new direction to go in.

**NOTE FROM COOP** I’ve found a few references to “Bosunepcron” in Wes’s notes. He didn’t have a definition for it, but I did some web research and found a few things. I’ll put it all in a post very soon.  As for the “Rodney the Bum” interview, I’m still hunting…

Miss Martha (at approx. age 45?)

Coop here,

In Wes’s previous interview with the homeless boy, Chris, he mentioned his intention to find and interview “Miss Martha” as a possible resource to help uncover these urban legends. Hunting specifically for that interview, I finally found it hidden away in a CD-ROM file (no thanks to Wes’s lousy organization/file labeling skills). I’ve met people like Miss Martha and they give me the creeps, especially when they claim to know the will of God. Here’s Part 1 of the interview…

After a couple of weeks I located the woman mentioned by Chris during my recent interview with him. Miss Martha (last name omitted) was not exactly what I expected. She is in her late 60’s, quite rotund and holds the distinction of being the only Caucasian woman in a predominantly African-American neighborhood. The interior of her home looked like a Christian gift shop had exploded its merchandise all over the walls and tables. Everything was “Brand: Jesus” and a strong smell of vinegar hung in the air as if the house contained a cellar full of overflowing pickle jars. Miss Martha wore thick glasses, a hair-do straight out of 1938  and a floral patterned muumuu. She very politely invited me into her home and offered me some iced tea.  Since she didn’t seem keen on me taking pictures, I took quick shots of a photo of her on one of the tables and a painting of her on the wall while she was getting the tea.  After correcting a misunderstanding that I was not a Mormon and did not need a hard-sell conversion to Southern Baptist, I explained who I was and she agreed to answer some questions…

Wes: I understand Chris stayed with you for awhile.

Martha: Oh yes, Chris was one of the many troubled children that have been in my foster care over the years. That’s how I get along, you see. I take disability from the state and also adopt disadvantaged children who need a caring and disciplined home life. I’m afraid Chris was one of them hard cases that didn’t stick. He wouldn’t behave, he used vulgar language, blasphemed a lot and he ran away first day I tried to give him an education. He’s living a hard life for a 15 year-old. I have no doubt he’ll end up dead by a bullet or a knife if he don’t hurry up, reform and find the Lord.

Wes: There must be some mistake. The Chris I’m talking about is only 10.

Very quickly we compared notes and determined she WAS talking about the same Chris.

Martha: No, he’s 15 now. At first I though he was a late bloomer but his case worker told me that he had some severe infections in his infancy and it stunted his growth. He tells people he’s 10 so they’ll feel sorry for him and give him extra. He even talks like one. That boy is a little con artist. Looks like he fooled you too, didn’t he?

Wes: Yes, well the reason I interviewed him is because he said he had seen The Boy in the Corner. Are you familiar with that urban legend?

Martha: (laughing) My, my, my… what has you interested in that old tale?

Wes: For research purposes. I’m an aspiring journalist.

Martha continues laughing for what seems like a full minute, even dabbing her eyes with a red handkerchief before she settles down. I’m not sure what amused her more, the idea that someone was asking her about the legend or the idea of me being an aspiring journalist.

Martha: Oh my, that is something. Well, the story of the Boy has been around since I can remember. My Momma used to tell me she would lock me in the closet with him if I was bad or didn’t say my prayers.

Wes: Yeah, Chris said you had said something similar to him.

Martha: Well, the boy is a shameless liar and I reckon if he said he saw the Boy, he’s lying to you once again.

Wes: What do you know about The Boy in the Corner?

Possibly an old portrait of Miss Martha in her youth?

Martha: He was a wicked boy who received the punishment of God… Condemned to sit in the corner forever and ponder all of the terrible things he did until the Rapture.

Wes: So this is like a fable then? A morality tale to scare children into behaving?

Martha: Children should fear the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Not demons in the dark.

Wes: Then you don’t believe in the legend?

Martha: Oh I believe, but I do not fear. I fear the Boy no more than I fear the “Valley of the Shadow of Death”.

Wes: I see, and what is the purpose of the Boy? What does he do?

Martha: He is like the Devil offering the forbidden fruit of knowledge. You may ask him questions, about anything in the heavens and the Earth, and he must answer truthfully.

Wes: Absolutely anything? That is pretty amazing.

Martha: (serious tone) Only God should know such things. Men are not meant to know the Lord’s secrets without paying dearly for it.

Wes: Chris says the Man Behind the Door shows up if—

Martha: —The Man Behind the Door is the right hand of God.

Wes: Pardon?

(To be continued in PART 2)

Wes’s interview with “Chris” (Part 1)

DarkCornerChris (name changed because he is a minor) is a homeless and orphaned African American boy who frequents the shelter in Memphis where I volunteer. He seems wise beyond his years and has an uncanny knack for avoiding group and foster homes or other various institutions. Occasionally they catch him but he always ends back on the streets fending for himself.

One day over lunch I overheard him teasing another young boy that the “Boy in the Corner” was going to get him. When I asked him about it, he told me a freaky urban legend that has made the rounds in the area. It harkens back to some familiar territory as urban legends often do, but I had never heard this one before. The creepy thing is that the more I looked into this story, a bigger, more ominous mythology emerged from this simple, yet inventive urban ghost story. As the bigger picture began to emerge, I decided to start up this blog to record what I had found for all you people who are interested in spooky folklore.

Part 2 of the interview HERE…

Chris agreed to let me record him in an interview. Here is the story he told me:

Wes: Okay, Chris. First tell me who you are and how old are you.

Chris: I’m Chris. I’m 10 years old.

Wes: How long have you been living on the streets, Chris?

Chris: I don’t know. Forever.

Wes: Couldn’t be forever, right? Where did you live before?

Chris: Social Services kept putting me in foster homes. I just run away.

Wes: When’s the last time you were in a home?

Chris (shrugging): Awhile now.

Wes: How do you live out there?

Chris: People give me stuff. They tell me, “We don’t want you starving or nothing,” and they give me stuff.

Wes: Like?

Chris: Food and money… and clothes.

Wes: And they don’t try to turn you in to Social Services?

Chris (LAUGHS): Sometimes they try. They can’t do shit though, you know. I just run away.

Wes: Chris, the other day you told me about the Boy in the Corner.

Chris: Yeah.

Wes: Tell me that story again.

Chris: Again?

Wes: Yeah, that’s why I’m interviewing you. C’mon, tell it again.

Chris: Man, it’s just this thing folks on the streets say.

Wes: What people?

Chris: You know, folks that other folks don’t like talking to. They say shit, like the Boy in the Corner shit.

Wes: Alright, tell it to me.

Chris: There’s this boy. They said he was a bad boy, like always getting into trouble.

Wes: Like how bad?

Chris: He was the worst boy ever. He so bad his parents sent him to the corner forever. Like he should be an old man or dead or something now but he ain’t cause he’s still sitting in that corner.

Wes: What did he do to get sent to the corner?

Chris: I don’t know, like the worst thing in the world. Something so bad you can’t even talk about it.

Wes: Where is he now?

Chris (shakes head): Different places. Like places where fools don’t go like basements or attics or rooms that only got one way you can get out, but he always in that corner.

Wes: How does he get around?

Chris: It’s just like ‘pop!” and he’s there. You walk up and he surprise you. Just sitting in that corner, staring at you.

Wes: So he’s a ghost?

Chris: NO! Ghosts is like Casper and shit. That’s baby talk man.

Wes: You ever seen him?

Chris: I did one time but I got out of there. Nuh uh. I’m not going to mess around with that bad “Qwatha” (spelling?) mojo.

Wes: What is a “Qwatha”?

Chris. They ain’t no joke. That’s all I’m saying. You ain’t supposed to talk about them and shit. They real bad. Like badder than anything.

Wes: Okay, what did the Boy look like?

Chris: Like black. Not like black like black folks, he’s dirty like he ain’t ever had a bath. He’s so dirty, he look black. I only see his eyes, looking at me. It was real dark.

Wes: Where was this?

Chris: This old house nobody was staying at down off of Poplar. Well, there were some bums in there, like some black old bums but the bathtub don’t work so I made a bed in there and they leave me alone. I gone to Beale to get money and I came back and they all gone. I go looking around and this one room had trash bags over the windows. It’s so dark I couldn’t hardly see. I see him moving in the corner and I thought it was that bum Rodney, but it was the Boy. I saw his eyes looking at me and I ran.

Wes: Were you scared he was going to get you?

Chris: No.

Wes: Why did you run then?

Chris: Cause the Man Behind the Door.

Wes: There was another man there?

Chris: No, but if you see the Boy, the Man Behind the Door be there too. You have got to run fast. He will get you for sure if you don’t.

Wes: Is the Man a Qwatha too like the Boy?

Chris: Naw the Boy ain’t and he ain’t neither. You ain’t listening to me. He’s like a cop. He gonna get you if you don’t follow the rules. I don’t care. I just run cause I can’t do nothing else.

Wes: You ever see this Man Behind the Door?…

In the 2nd part of the interview, Chris explains the rules these specters operate by and gives me a lead on another source to interview that knows a lot more about it than he does. What I learned sent a chill down my spine. I’ll post it next week so either check back then, or – better yet – subscribe so you won’t miss any new info!

Wes.

(To be continued in Part 2)

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Wes here.

I’m getting the site up as fast as I can because – from all I’m learning – I want to have the information documented online ASAP.

I’ll have my first real post up soon and after that I think you will see why I’m anxious to look into this more. I can find very little on the web about this stuff, but what I have found so far is keeping me up at night. The word ‘spooky’ does not quite cut it.

I am hoping that you guys can help me find the info that I can’t find on the web or through the interviews I’ve been conducting.

I will post the first interview as soon as I locate an interviewee (who has somehow gone under the radar) so I can confirm a few details.

Wes