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An Apocalypse Box on EBay??


I read this and couldnt help but think about the old Apocalypse Box. Creepy stuff.


The Haunted Wine Box: A Real Chiller

This is the story of the haunted wine box, exactly as it appears on Ebay. True or not? You form your own opinion.

All of the events that I am about to set forth in this listing are accurate and may be verified by the winning bidder with the copies of hospital records and sworn affidavits that I am including as part of the sale of the cabinet.

During September of 2001, I attended an estate sale in Portland Oregon. The items liquidated at this sale were from the estate of a woman who had passed away at the age of 103. A grand-daughter of the woman told me that her grandmother had been born in Poland where she grew up, married, raised a family, and lived until she was sent to a nazi concentration camp during World War II. She was the only member of her family who survived the camp. Her parents, brothers, a sister, husband, and two sons and a daughter were all killed. She survived the camp by escaping with some other prisoners and somehow making her way to Spain where she lived until the end of the war. I was told that she acquired the small wine cabinet listed here in Spain and it was one of only three items that she brought with her when she immigrated to the United States. The other two items were a steamer trunk, and a sewing box.

I purchased the wine cabinet, along with the sewing box and some other furniture at the estate sale. After the sale, I was approached by the woman's granddaughter who said, I see you got the dibbuk box. She was referring to the wine cabinet. I asked her what a dibbuk box was, and she told me that when she was growing up, her grandmother always kept the wine cabinet in her sewing room. It was always shut, and set in a place that was out of reach. The grandmother always called it the dibbuk box. When the girl asked her grandmother what was inside, her grandmother spit three times through her fingers said, A dibbuk, and keselim. The grandmother went on to tell the girl that the wine cabinet was never, ever, to be opened.

The granddaughter told me that her grandmother had asked that the box be buried with her. However, as such a request was contrary to the rules of an orthodox Jewish burial, the grandmothers request had not been honored. I asked the granddaughter what a dibbuk, and keselim were, but she did not know. I asked if she would like to open it with me. She did not want to open it, as her grandmother had been very emphatic and serious when she instructed her not to do so, and, regardless of the reason, she wanted to honor her grandmothers request.

I finally ended up offering to let her keep what seemed to me to be a sentimental keepsake. At that point, she was very insistent and said, No, no you bought it!

I explained that I didnt want my money back, and that it would make me feel better to do what I thought was an act of kindness. She then became somewhat upset. Looking back now, the way she became upset was just plain odd. She raised her voice to me and said, You bought it! You made a deal!

When I tried to speak, she yelled, We don't want it! She began to cry, asked me to leave, and quickly walked away. I wrote the whole episode off to the stress and grief she must have been experiencing. I took my purchases and politely left.

At the time when I bought the cabinet, I owned a small furniture refinishing business. I took the cabinet to my store, and put it in my basement workshop where I intended to refinish it and give it as a gift to my Mother. I didn't think anything more about it. I opened my shop for the day and went to run some errands leaving the young woman who did sales for me in charge.

After about a half-hour, I got a call on my cell phone. The call was from my salesperson. She was absolutely hysterical and screaming that someone was in my workshop breaking glass and swearing. Furthermore, the intruder had locked the iron security gates and the emergency exit and she couldn't get out. As I told her to call the police, my cell phone battery went dead. \ I hit speeds of 100 mph getting back to the shop. When I arrived, I found the gates locked. I went inside and found my employee on the floor in a corner of my office sobbing hysterically. I ran to the basement and went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I was hit by an overpowering unmistakable odor of cat urine (there had never been any animals kept or found in my shop). The lights didn't work. As I investigated, I found that the reason the lights didn't work also explained the sounds of glass breaking. All of the light bulbs in the basement were broken. All nine incandescent bulbs had been broken in their sockets, and 10 four-foot fluorescent tubes were lying shattered on the floor. I did not find an intruder, however. I should also add that there was only one entrance to the basement. It would have been impossible for anyone to leave without meeting me head-on. I went back up to speak with my salesperson, but she had left.

She never returned to work (after having been with me for two years). She refuses to discuss the incident to this day. I never thought of relating the events of that day to anything having to do with the cabinet.

Then, things got worse.

As I already indicated, I had decided to give the cabinet to my Mother as a birthday gift. About two weeks after I made the purchase, I decided to get started refinishing it. I was surprised to find that the cabinet has a unique little mechanism. When you open one of the doors, the mechanism causes the opposite door, and the little drawer below, to open at the same time. It is very well made. Inside the cabinet, I found the following items: 1 1928 U.S. Wheat Penny; 1 1925 U.S. Wheat Penny; One small lock of blonde hair (bound with string); One small lock of black/brown hair (bound with string); One small granite statue engraved and gilded with Hebrew letters (I have been told that the letters spell out the word SHALOM); One dried rosebud; One golden wine cup; One very strange black cast iron candlestick holder with octopus legs.

I saved all of the items in a box intending to return them to the estate. The family has refused the items, so they will be included in this sale of the cabinet.

After opening the cabinet, I decided not to refinish it. I cleaned it, and rubbed in some lemon oil. It was at this time that I noticed that there was an inscription in Hebrew carved into the back of the cabinet. I have no idea what it says or if it is significant. I have included a picture of that inscription below. On my mothers birthday, October 28, 2001, my mother called to tell me that she was going out of town with my sister for three days, and we postponed celebrating her birthday together until she returned. On October 31, 2001, my mother came to my shop. We were going to have lunch together, but before we were going to leave, I gave her the wine cabinet. She seemed to like it. While she examined it, I went to make a phone call. I hadn't been out of sight more than 5 minutes when one of my employees came running into my office saying that something was wrong with my mom.

When I went back to see what the matter was, I found my mom sitting in a chair beside the cabinet. Her face had no expression, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. No matter how I tried to get her to respond, she would not. She could not. It turns out that my mother had suffered a stroke. She was taken to the hospital by ambulance. She ended up suffering partial paralysis, and losing her ability to speak and form words (she has since regained the ability to speak). She could understand things being said to her, and could respond by pointing to letters of the alphabet to spell out words she wanted to say. When I asked her the following day how she was doing, she teared up and spelled out the words: N-O G-I- F-T. I assured her that I had given her a gift for her birthday, thinking that she didnt remember, but she became even more upset and spelled out the words: H-A-T-E G-I-F-T. I laughed and told her not to worry. I told her I was sorry she didnt like the cabinet, and that I would get her anything she wanted if she would promise to get well soon.

Still, I didn't associate anything that had happened with the cabinet itself or anything paranormal. Frankly, I dont think I ever even used the term paranormal until this last month.

I'll try to make this short now. I gave the cabinet to my sister. She kept it for a week, then gave it back. She complained that she couldn't get the doors to stay closed and that they kept coming open. There are no springs in the door mechanism and I have never found that the doors come open. I gave it to my brother and his wife who kept it for three days and then gave it back. My brother said it smelled like Jasmine flowers, while his wife insisted that it put out an odor of cat urine. I gave it to my girlfriend who asked me to sell it for her after only two days. I sold it the same day to a nice middle aged couple. Three days later, when I came to open the shop for the day, I found the cabinet sitting at the front doors with a note that read, This has a bad darkness. I had no idea what that meant. Anyway, I ended up taking it home.

Then, things got even worse.

Since the day I brought it home, I began having a strange recurring nightmare. Every time I have the horrible dream it goes something like this: I find myself walking with a friend, usually someone I know well and trust at some point in the dream, I find myself looking into the eyes of the person that I am with. It is then that I realize that there is something different, something evil looking back at me. At that point in my dream, the person I am with changes into what can only be described as the most gruesome, demonic looking Hag that I have ever seen. This Hag proceeds then, to beat the living tar out of me. I have awakened numerous times to find bruises and marks on myself where I had been hit by the old woman during the previous night. Still, I never related the nightmares to the cabinet, nor do I think that I ever would have.

About a month ago, however, my sister, and my brother and his wife came over to my house and spent the night. The following morning, during breakfast, my sister complained that she had had a horrible nightmare. She said that she recalled having had it a couple of times before, and went on to describe my nightmare exactly to the last detail. My brother and his wife froze as they listened, and then chimed in that they had both had had the exact same dreams during the night as well. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck and still is. As we talked, it became clear that the common denominator was that each of us had had the nightmare during the times that the cabinet was in our respective homes. I called my girlfriend and asked if she could recall having any nightmares recently. She described the same nightmare, same Hag, everything. When I asked her if she remembered the date when she had the nightmare, she said she did not. Then I asked if it happened to be the night before she gave me the cabinet back to sell for her. She said, Yeah! Hey, how did you know that?!!!

Now then, since my family discussion, it seems like all hell is breaking loose. For a week afterward I started seeing what I can only describe as shadow things in my peripheral vision. In fact, numerous visitors to my house have claimed that they have seen these shadow things. I put the cabinet in an outside storage unit and was awakened when the smoke alarm in the unit went off in the middle of the night. When I went to see what was burning, I opened the door and didnt see any smoke. However, I did get hit with the smell of cat urine. When I went back inside, the smell was there in my house. I DO NOT OWN A CAT AND I NEVER HAVE. I went back outside and grabbed the cabinet. I brought it back inside and tried to research it on the Internet. While I was surfing the net, I fell asleep and once again had the same freakin nightmare. I woke up at around 4:30am (when it felt and smelled like someone was breathing on my neck) to find that my house now smelled like Jasmine flowers, and just in time to see a HUGE shadow thing go loping down the hall away from me.

I would destroy this thing in a second, except I really don’t have any understanding of what I may or may not be dealing with. I am afraid (and I do mean afraid) that if I destroy the cabinet, whatever it is that seems to have come with the cabinet may just stay here with me. I have been told that there are people who shop on EBAY that understand these kinds of things and specifically look for these kinds of items. If you are one of these people, please, please buy this cabinet and do whatever you do with a thing like this.

Help me.

As long as the auction, which is now over, is available for viewing, you can read it by clicking here.
Either fabrication... or trace amounts of a strong hallucinogen. I would suspect fabrication, to increase the price of old junk.

Where profit motive exists, always suspect profit first and unlikely things second. Therefore, here is my summary:

a) He possessed no other way of making decent money from the piece of junk. Now, some fool of a ghostbuster is sitting, teeth clattering, on top of the box... waiting for a Shadow to stick its head through the nearest wall.

b) Slow hallucinogen leak. Something in the material of the box, something contained inside the box... or something growing on it... produces a substance which I would rather not inhale, or even let into contact with my skin.

Because obviously, it makes people smash light bulbs, see "shadow things" and get nightmares. Such experiences can facilitate stroke... and last of all, it smells nasty.
Either fabrication... or trace amounts of a strong hallucinogen. I would suspect fabrication, to increase the price of old junk.

Where profit motive exists, always suspect profit first and unlikely things second. Therefore, here is my summary:

a) He possessed no other way of making decent money from the piece of junk. Now, some fool of a ghostbuster is sitting, teeth clattering, on top of the box... waiting for a Shadow to stick its head through the nearest wall.

b) Slow hallucinogen leak. Something in the material of the box, something contained inside the box... or something growing on it... produces a substance which I would rather not inhale, or even let into contact with my skin.

Because obviously, it makes people smash light bulbs, see "shadow things" and get nightmares. Such experiences can facilitate stroke... and last of all, it smells nasty.

...or hearing scary stories about that box gave his/her fancy full scope and caused him/her great nervousness. As a result he/she perceived bad luck as being directly caused by the box. And if you are nervous and confused you are likely to have more accidents or symptoms of an illness.

...or there are things in this universe which we don't understand, yet. :devil:

But then this box can't be *that* bad - the old lady was 103 years old when she died!
I don't believe it, and not because I refuse to accept the possibility of the supernatural. It sounds made up to me, for several reasons. First, he claims to run a cabinet refinishing business, says he planned to refinish the cabinet, but later just cleaned it up. No real refinisher who knew anything would consider refinishing an antique, because that destroys the value. He would have planned on just cleaning it up and oiling it from the start.

He was clear that the heirs of the previous owner wanted nothing to do with the cabinet, but after opening it, tried again to give them something of it, namely its contents. He's either an idiot, a sadist, or a liar.

Also, how many people have to be obviously weirded out by it, and return it, before he stops blithely giving it to still more people?

And "people on eBay know about these things?" Give me a break. If he were convinced by then that he was dealing with the paranormal, and he wanted to know about it, he would have sought out experts, not list it on eBay.

Surely he tried to find out the meaning of "dibbuk, and kesselim," so why doesn't he tell us what they mean? Just a tool to increase the mystery, and get us to participate, by finding their meaning. How does he know their spellings, anyway?

Sleepy may be right about the motive being profit, or it could just be someone who enjoys a good yarn, and or putting something over on people.
I don't believe it
It sounds made up to me
He's either an idiot, a sadist, or a liar.
Surely he tried to find out the meaning of "dibbuk

taken from the free dictionary.com
Noun 1. dibbuk - (Jewish folklore) a demon that enters the body of a living person and controls that body's behavior
folklore - the unwritten literature (stories and proverbs and riddles and songs) of a culture
Judaism - the monotheistic religion of the Jews having its spiritual and ethical principles embodied chiefly in the Torah and in the Talmud
daemon, daimon, demon, devil, fiend - one of the evil spirits of traditional Jewish and Christian belief

Why dont you try the cabinet out then ?
Why dont you try the cabinet out then ?

Provided much leftover time, I bet that many people would be willing to collect old junk (and disassemble mysteries).

However... there is no proven mystery here. Merely an unproven claim. Since the claim is being presented to reap profit, one should suspect it to be false -- and not blindly reward its maker.

If the box bothers its owner as much as claimed... he/she should offer it freely, or simply throw it away. Or learn to appreciate those "shadow things" he/she allegedly sees. :p
there is no proven mystery here. Merely an unproven claim

You sound like a "my glass is half empty" sort of person where i would consider myself more positive and open minded until evidence appeared . You are right to question why he went on e-bay and why didn`t he give it away ?
i would try it out just for the thrill .. I have myself experienced some spooky things ...
The fact that he pretended that the meaning of "dibbuk" was unknown, and yet you found it easily, adds to my list of reasons why I think this is made up. As to why I don't try it? Well, I don't have the money to spend on that, and if I did, there are many things I would rather spend it on.

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