A blogger named Creepy Hallows claims to have channelled Lizzie Borden, after much effort. This is not a spoof site or does the writer present themselves as anything other than serious.

This is an interesting read and worth looking at. While I do not subscribe to the idea that they did, in fact, contact Lizzie, I did think that the insight the author gained by his or her concentrated efforts is extremely interesting. I especially liked the idea that Lizzie had “acted out” in inappropriate ways well before 1892. The details the author presents of that acting out are most interesting.

I go back and forth about Lizzie’s guilt in this case. My leanings these days are that she is innocent. So this psychic reading, to me, does not plug into my reality of the story. However, I present it to you for your judgment and reading pleasure.

Please read the entire posting here.

Here is a portion:

The tides of bitter resentment turned to all-out hatred around her early 20s which slowly evolved from doing petty annoyances to upset her step-mother to indifference in her late 20s when she became more thoughtful of driving a wedge between her step-mother and father. By that point she thought it better noone be happy if she wasn’t going to be. Of course by this time Andrew had shown years of favor to Abby and her family over Lizzie and Emma (her sister) and Lizzie being the intelligent woman she was, was offended.

It led to her doing things that would cause family arguments because no one could decidedly say who did them… like moving objects around the house, hiding things Andrew or Abby needed, cracking dishes over heat, placing soiled linens with the fresh ones, and so on. This caused a rift between the parents and the girls rather than causing the rift between Andrew and Abby which is what Lizzie wanted.

By the time Lizzie’s 30th birthday rolled around she was so distraught, exhausted and mentally stonewalled to a point of being devoid of emotion, she came to a conclusion that seemed logical in her, a warped perception of what reality should be, to be rid of her step-mother and father. She knew that the longer Andrew lived and the older Lizzie and Emma became the chances her father would leave his fortune to Abby’s family increased. Since God had not made her a male heir she felt she was sanctioned, by the fact of her abuse, in killing Andrew and Abby. She would inherit the estate of her father as she felt was right, she had earned every penny and she would do right by the fortune.

Her decision was made months before the actual murders and she had tried, unsuccessfully, to kill her step-mother before. Abby had leaned from the second story bedroom window while attempting to clean the glass and seeing her Lizzie had thought about pushing her out, but was nervous. The second time Abby was in the kitchen and Lizzie was going to stab her with the cutting knife, but they were interrupted. The third time she poisoned Andrew and Abby with polishing liquid, but since she was afraid they would taste the chemical in the food she only put a little which turned out to make them sick, not dead. By this time her fears and anxiety of committing the murders was dissolved and she was more focused.

When the morning of August 4th dawned she was steady. Abby tended the guest room and Lizzie knew that if she behaved just as any other day that there would be no reason for Abby to suspect anything. She walked evenly, with a regular stride coming behind Abby for the first and subsequent blows. She admitted that once she started and the blade sliced the skull it unleashed all the bottled rage she had supressed and when she meant to only strike once it was followed by 19 more blows. She removed her shoes, lifted her skirt and bunched it around her thighs and went immediately to the basement where she washed her shoes and removed the apron over her skirt. She rinsed the hatchet and set it on the second to top stair. There were little blood droplets that went through the apron to the skirt and she tried to smudge them out with water. She wrapped the apron tightly and tucked it next to the wash basin in the basement. She recomposed herself and waited for her father.

By the time Andrew came home she had recomposed herself and Andrew lay down to rest after a day in the heat. Lizzie had greeted him and offered him something to drink but rather than leave the room to get him a refreshment she returned with the hatchet. She said it was easier the second time knowing what it was going to be like and took it to her father’s face. I really felt like her attack against Andrew was far more personal that the one with Abby. She wanted to see her father’s face when she hit him and that in me caused a great tension around my sternum as I was hearing this from her.

Creepy Hallows.