Crossing William

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Kenneth W. Allen

Age: 50

Home: Lanett, Alabama

Education: BA in Anthropology

Served in the United States Navy

on the USS Forrestal CV-59

1986---1990

          I Believe


            I’ve had a hard time with the, “About Me,” page of my website. I first posted a generic Bio that only spoke of milestones revealing nothing about myself. You know, the safe and distant approach. After looking over my page, I decided to change this and give a true bio that tells people who I truly am in real life.    

            I believe that Jim Carrey is the funniest man alive, with Richard Prior being the funniest that ever lived! Young women are nice to look at but an older woman will bring you to a new concept of passion. Marriage is modern slavery while monogamy is a must in any relationship. There is nothing more sensual than a kiss causing you to forget where you are while a woman’s perfume bringing back a memory of a past love is intoxicating.  

            My greatest achievement in life was serving my country in the United States Navy. Graduating from Auburn University would have to be a close second. My third greatest achievement was learning how to bring a woman to orgasm without using, “State of the Art,” equipment. I believe that growing up is a tragedy while growing older is poetic. Knowledge is power while an education doesn’t make you intelligent. I believe we definitely have more to fear than fear itself and anyone that says different has never had a pistol pointed at their head.   

            I believe General Colin Luther Powell should be the next president of the United States and anyone claiming to be a Republican or Democrat should be shot on sight! I feel that smokers are discriminated against more than any other group in America while the act is the most disgusting thing you can do in public, besides mastication. Twerking is disgusting and I will always turn the channel…..as soon as the video ends. Christina Applegate is the ex-wife of my dreams and the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth. Fast food is awful, except for KFC, the Whopper and…..oh yeah, a Wendy’s Triple with fries.

           I believe General Motors builds a better vehicle than Ford Motor Company. My home is only twelve miles from a, “Kia”, plant, and I’d push my Trans Am around before driving one of the vehicles built at that location. Sitting in a Corvette actually causes your penis to grow two inches. Used car salesmen go straight to hell while new car salesmen have to say fifty thousand, “Hail Marys,” to make it to the Promised Land. Churches are a waste of time while having faith is a complete necessity in life. All going to church does is keep you away from some really great sporting events. If you want to learn about faith, and religion, read the Bible, and Pray!

           I believe that everyone should own a weapon while taking a life should always be a, “last resort,” in any situation. I feel that everyone should be held accountable for their weapons. If you allow your weapons to fall into incapable hands, you should stand in judgment in the weapons usage. Anyone that trusts the government should sit down and talk to a Native American about their past.

          I believe you can be completely lonely while never being alone. I’m always at my loneliest in a crowd of people. If someone tells you they know how you feel, they’re lying and know nothing about you. I hate being lonely but really don’t like being in groups. People who ask me if I have the, “Mondays,” never know how close they come to getting vomited on after asking. Suicide is never painless while living is always full of pain. Suffering is not always a bad thing in life, unless it is being done by a child, then it’s a crime.

          I believe that I was put on this earth for a reason with no clue of what reason such a person would have been created. Growing up in Alabama, I didn’t realize the National Anthem wasn’t, “Sweet Home Alabama,” until after moving to North Carolina at twelve years old. I would rather have my privates slammed in a door jamb than live in the State of Georgia and firmly believe if you live in Atlanta, you’re a Yankee, not that this is a bad thing! Only the bravest of people eat fish pulled from the Chattahoochee River with it being as polluted as it is now days. I call the lake, "Atlanta's Septic Tank!"

          I believe out of all the things I do in life, writing is the one thing I’ve done with any true meaning. There was nothing like the first time I held a book authored by myself, written from cover to cover by me. Crossing William will always have a special place in my heart, even after publishing more works over the years. If only one person kicks back after reading it with the feeling of having been touched, or changed in some way, my life will have been for something other than just to live.

         I believe that Ghost Hunting is a very honorable way to spend your time. The beliefs I hold about the Paranormal are my own, and fuel the desire for me to hunt for the evidence of things unexplained. Doing this is very personal, and all that do this are the same. They may have different beliefs but are searching for the same reason. The motivation is a desire to learn! You can have the firmest resentment of those that research the Paranormal, but still have to admit one thing. There are things that occur daily in life that can’t be explained. For me, it’s that picture of the shadow figure; the reflection of a person that isn’t there, or the voice on a recording that was not produced by someone in the room.

         I believe that public toilets are portholes to hell! I would rather move my bowels while standing in line at the grocery store than use the bacteria infested, feces incrusted caves of defecation offered up by public locations across the land. My brother calls me, “Mr. Shit at Will,” because I will force myself to use the bathroom before leaving the house to avoid having to go in a public toilet.

         I believe that I’ve pretty much spoken of everything I believe, except for the fact that I believe my mother is the most intelligent human on earth! Thank you for taking the time to read all of this and hope you enjoyed doing so, as it is a long rambling of a troubled individual! If you disagree with me in what I’ve written, just remember, I served in the Military to protect the right of you to believe any way you see fit, so feel confident in your disagreement. I’d have it no other way……..



Thank you so very much.....


Kenneth W. Allen,



Ghost Hunting...
 

Rule #1 … No Fear!

I’ve been chastised a bit for conducting ghost hunts alone. One thing you must purge yourself of before going on paranormal research events is fear. If you are planning to go and find you are afraid in your heart… stop?! Fear is an open door when it comes to exposing yourself to activity. Therefore, I go to some more dangerous locations, alone. If you take others with you, they may inadvertently open you up to entities occupying a location. I choose to face these places on my terms, without worry of what other investigators may bring along with them. Some have become angry with my actions in the past. Hopefully, they will understand in the future.




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Corpsewood Manor

Chattooga County, Georgia

            



The Beast Within

By

Kenneth W. Allen


           Deep inside my mind lives the voice of insanity, screaming, ever screaming to be released from the bondage of my soul. Though I fight to stay the beast, it pushes against my efforts to make itself known. It is my words, yes, it is that of which I write that eases the pressure from within. Without this sacrifice, this offering to the beast, it would overtake me in the night. My nocturnal thoughts bring him out in the darkness as my mind fights to control what cannot be controlled. For now, this sustains the darkness and holds the evil at bay. For now, this will have to suffice. 

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Picture taken by a freind

This was taken at the Carnival across the road from the old Lanett Mill in Lanett, Al on todays date 11/12/2014. They took a picture of the car as it was in motion and checked the pic out later to find a shadow figure joining the ride. Check out the railing between the shadow and the car. The railing is unaffected by the shadow while the car is blocked. Great PIc!

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     A picture from another friend taken by her granddaughter while playing with her cell phone. No one was near her at the time the pic was taken. So, who's hand is that over her head? I think she's ready to move after seeing this.

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This picture was taken while on vacation in Western North Carolina by one of my co-workers. The flames look like someone, on fire, walking away from the camera. Great Pic!

Update: Thanks to friends with Go Dark Paranormal Investigations out of Burnsville, NC, this location has been identified as Cades Cove, TN, instead of being North Carolina. Thank you, Big Time, to Robert Glenn Effler and Lisa Hensley from that group for taking the time to search for this info! Now we need to head that way for a Ghost Hunt!


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Haunted Alabama

The Chambers County Courthouse


     The Chambers County Courthouse in Lafayette, Alabama. DEP (Dark Entity Paranormal) has conducted several Ghost Hunts at this location. We love going here because of the amount of activity reported at the location. It never fails to produce each and every time we visit. If you’re ever in the area, take some time to walk the halls of this building. Go up to the old court room, take a seat in the front row of the room and just listen for a while,   I Dare You!




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Face in the window:





          This picture was taken during our last ghost hunt at the Chambers County Courthouse. That was a pretty sporty night!

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“Mr. Hemingway”


I love it in my slumber,

When the stories fill my dreams,

As it was last night,

When my mentor came to me.

On a beach in the Keys,

He walked towards the ocean,

Pointing over the sea he asked this question,

“Son, what do you see?”

I took a deep breath,

And looked upon the scene,

My heart pounded inside me,

As I contemplated from what I could see.

What if my answer offended?

Or if it made no sense,

What if this golden chance,

Were squandered by my cadence?

He turned and looked me in the eye,

He said, “Son, don’t you fret,

I’m just a man, no one to regret,

What I ask of you is not a test,

Just tell me honestly,

What your heart will confess.”

I turned back to the ocean,

Looked out over the sea,

I tried to figure,

What it was he asked of me.

The answer was right there,

Rolled out like a scroll,

All of creation, 

And what it could hold.

My heart swelled with emotion,

It felt as if it would burst,

As my mentor opened my mind,

To the wall that had bound my words.

“It is not others,” he said,

“That you have to impress,

As long as in your own heart,

You stay true to the quest.

Tell your story the best you can,

And don’t you worry,

When the words will not coalesce, 

Just take to your slumber 

Visit me in Key West,

It is on this sandy beach,

That you can make your requests.”

He turned back to the ocean,

And then began to fade,

As I yelled out in a panic,

“Thank you, Mr. Hemingway!”


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Wasting Away

     An old home in Chambers County, Alabama, located in an area known locally as, "Frog Eye." Many homes in the county stand empty, like this one, each once well used. They are now abandoned and left to decay on their own.

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To Live is to Die


 

To live is to die,

This fact is for sure

No matter what you try

Death you will endure.

It creeps upon us

A little each day,

Piercing our flesh

To the point of decay.

Slowly we perish

From the passage of time,

Lest the Grim Reaper

Be cheated of his prize.

The pain grows stronger

As his sickle penetrates

The flesh we hold dear

The beast will not abate.

If it is your desire

To cheat your way out of death,

My hat is off to you, fellow,

You will prove yourself best

As many have tried

None have succeeded.

So good luck to you Sir

You will be defeated.


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The Butterfly

 

             The sight of a butterfly in the distance was a most beautiful vision. Each beat of the wings gave a wave of color as they gently moved through the air. This brought the insect closer and closer revealing a secret of the winged creature. The body of the butterfly became more apparent with proximity as it flew towards me. Most only see the wings much like a clown at the circus, drawing ones attention from the ugliness beneath the colors. 

            Stepping closer to the insect, I took the body of the butterfly between my thumb and index finger to inspect the creature. Lifting it to my face, the truth of the bug became apparent to my curious eyes. The hideousness of this thing was shocking as I pulled the first wing from its thorax. My mind seemed numb while removing the second to find the insect beneath more disgusting than the shiniest cockroach.

            I had discovered the truth beneath the wings. This was natures masking of a demon in that this insect fed on the dead and feces. Rotting flesh nourished the colorful foliage covering the beast beneath. Maybe all of nature is this way, beauty masking the evil of this world. The Mantella frogs of Madagascar are beautiful, but deadly if eaten.

            The insect between the flesh of my fingers died quickly as it couldn’t survive without the magnesium in its wings. Not only did the beauty cover the truth beneath, it sustained the creature that so repulsed me. From that point on I became suspicious of beauty of every form. Beneath all beauty lies the dormant evil of nature just below the covering canopy. Always peal back the colorful layers to discover the true nature of what you see. Do this and never be deceived……



Thermal Image:




Taken at a cemetery in Five Points,

                                             Alabama.

The St. James Hotel in Selma, Alabama.

The pic is a bit dark but you can make out the image of a man standing in the hallway in the reflection. Ashlee took this pic while I was in the bathroom. We were the only ones in the halls at that time. Ms. Ashlee always gets a great picture when we hunt!

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Janis Joplin


     Mercedes Benz

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
my friends all drive porches I must make amends
worked hard all my lifetime no help from my friends
so oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz 





Buster

Coming soon

     My Grandfather on the left, James Clark Mullennix, back in the day. He was runnin Moonshine back when runnin shine wasn't cool! His nick name was, "Buster," a name he earned because of his enjoyment of fighting. He was quick to, "Bust," some ass when required! I have a book based on his life almost completed named after him.

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F-14 launch USS Forrestal CV-59

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Me interrogating  my great-niece about a new boyfriend.









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Just a few images from the internet I found

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I found these clowns quite disturbing!

This was even more disturbing than the clowns










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Death Photo's


One practice of Americans during the late 1800’s to the early 1900’s was to photograph children after death. These pictures were expensive back in the day and were taken only on rare occasions. There is just something that grabs me deep inside when looking at a picture of a child knowing that there is no life in the body being photographed.

People do strange things when grieving over the death of a loved one

Say Hello to Trigger

Trigger is a 1985 Pontiac Trans Am I purchased just after my 16th birthday the same year. This vehicle is still owned by me and has never been in another persons possession since bringing her home on June 6th of 1985 with only six miles on the odometer. I've put over 300,000 miles on her in thirty years of ownership. The engine had to be replaced along with the transmission and rear end gear in 2006 just prior to rolling over 300,000 miles. I wonder, when I pass, if a little of me will remain with this car because of how much it has meant to me over the years. I received my first kiss in this car, lost my virginity in her, and drank my first beer leaned against her fender. I can only believe that something of my soul will stay behind with her, no matter where I go in the future.