From the outside the house was weathered; paint cracking and faded, the once green grass now brown, weeds growing so tall they looked intended and dirt caked over the windows like a thick brown frosting. The house was just four years new and settled in a cul-de-sac just down the street of our neighborhood in São Palo, Brazil. Mom, Dad and I would often walk past the house during our ritual evening family time. We live next to a wildlife preserve so it was natural to see wild dogs roaming about and enormous black birds fly overhead. What made this house so spooky was that the birds seemed to claim the house as their own. At night the coyotes would howl in the spookiest way. It was fun to pretend that the house was haunted. For fun, Elena and I would ride our bikes to the deserted house then sit across the street and make up stories of what might have happened to the family that once lived there. We wondered why they would have left so suddenly–leaving their house to sit empty. This is one of our best stories:
By Alex (Alexis) and Elena
It started with the first stone. The street wound through a housing track built on the edge of town, nestled up to miles and miles of burnt yellow grass hills with scattered old oak trees. At the very end of the street was a house unlike all the rest. The new house had an old style making it look like it had lived peacefully with the burnt yellow grass hills for centuries. A family had recently moved into the house and was in the process of putting in a new yard. To keep with the old country look of the new house, the family had stepping stones shipped all the way from Transylvania, half way across the world, to place in their yard—Transylvania is home to some of the spookiest things in the world! The night of the placement of the first stone in the yard a large black bird came to visit and sat on the roof of the house. The yellowed eye black bird’s head tilted down and then tilted to the left and again to the right as if it were inspecting the stone’s placement in the new yard. As the days went by more Transylvania stones were laid in the yard as if they were recreating an old path and sitting wall. It was as if that path and wall had already existed for centuries.
Each night one more black bird came to watch the construction of the old looking yard, quietly, as if they didn’t want anyone to know they were there, watching. One night—the night of the first full moon to shine on the completed Transylvania yard—something strange happened…a white mist rose out of one of the stones. The mist formed into an image of girl. The girl floated and came to sit on the wall as if it was her own. She didn’t look very scary, but instead she looked a bit confused. As the ghost girl rose and floated up and down the newly laid stone path, the black birds seemed to surround her like the blue birds that follow a Disney princess. Elena and I secretly watched the ghost girl as she inspected her new home from behind a thick old oak tree growing across the street from the house. As she continued to moved across the yard, her brow furrowed and the delicate corners of her mouth turned downward making a sad, confused frown—I don’t think she liked the new path or the new house very much.
The ghost girl had big beautiful, black colored eyes and long black hair that tumbled down to the floor in soft waves. If she had skin, the color would be like that of a cool white, ivory. She didn’t look very scary but rather pretty, in a spooky sort of way. Elena and I whispered to each other as we watched the ghost girl carefully. Her smoky grey dress came down to her knees and swayed back and forth as she stood next to a newly transplanted olive tree. Elena and I wanted to stay and watch all night but we knew it was getting late. If we didn’t get home soon, our moms would surely worry about us. So we quietly attempted to tip-toe out from behind the tree from which we had been hiding. Eeek, Screech, Eeek… the black birds started to holler as if to warn the ghost girl of our presence. We froze in our steps, goose-bumps raised on our arms and if our hair could stand straight up, I’m sure it would have! We swung around quickly and in a moment she was gone.
Lights flashed on inside the house, each window glowed a soft yellow. The front door of the house swung open and out came the owners of the house with brooms lifted up behind their heads and gripped tightly in their hands as if they were to attack. Elena and I quickly ran back behind the tree as it was too far to run all the way home without being seen. We thought this house must be full of witches! But as they waved the brooms bottom up into the air, we realized they were just trying to get rid of the birds who were so loudly screeching, creating the spookiest concert of noises we had ever heard.
Comforted by the thought the owners must be normal people like us, we laughed and started to talk about the ghost girl. “Where do you think she came from? How old was she? Where are her parents? Is she friendly?”…we jabbered on with excited energy caused by the scare.
“I come from Transylvania, I’m eight years old, and I’m looking for my parents,” said a small voice. Elena and I looked at each other with our eyes as large as saucers and bright with fear. We grabbed each other’s hands and then slowly turned around. There she was, the ghost girl, floating right next to us.
But when we looked into her worried eyes we were no longer afraid. We felt sadness for her. The ghost girl went on to say that she didn’t know where she was or why she can no longer find her family and friends.
“I’m lonely and I miss my parents so very much.” the ghost girl said.
“We can be your friends. I’m Alex and this is Elena. We live just down the street.” I said.
But the ghost girl’s sad eyes lit up only a little. “Thank you for your kindness and for not running away when you saw me.” The ghost girl continued, “Can you help me get back home?”
“We can try.” Elena and I said at the same time, now looking at each other for support. “But we have to go home right now because our parents will soon be looking for us. We promise to come back tomorrow and help make a plan to get you back home.” With that, the ghost girl nodded, took two steps back and then vanished into the cool night air.
Wow, that was so cool! We said to each other now looking face to face and tightly holding each other’s hands. We couldn’t believe what we just experienced. Giggling with excitement we jumped on our bikes and quickly rode home.
Elena lives in the house right next to mine so just as I got upstairs to my room and turned on the light I heard Elena on the can phone. The can phone is a science project Elena and I have that goes from my bedroom window to hers. It is two cans connected by wire; she speaks in one side and I listen on the other. I can hear her talking in her room anyway so I’m not sure if the can phone really works or not. Elena tells me to log-on to our secured chat room so we can develop a plan to help the ghost girl. We have our own chat room setup online so we can talk to each other even when we are not together. We recounted the night and tried to figure out how to help the ghost girl until late in the night. The chat only ended because I fell asleep with my hands still on my keyboard and my face smooshed on top of them. Dad later scooped me up and placed me in my bed where I continued to try to find a way to help the ghost girl in my dreams.
Everyday we rode our bikes to meet with the ghost girl and became great friends. After awhile, she was not as sad as when we first met her, but she still missed her family very much. By now there must have been at least 40 black birds that came to the now haunted house to keep the ghost girl company. The people who lived in the house were not very happy about their uninvited bird guests. They would chase them with brooms and bang tin cans together to make loud crashing noises in hopes the birds would go away…but the birds would not. Instead, more and more birds came to visit the ghost princess–we named the ghost girl that because only princesses could talk to birds.
We discovered that the stones from Transylvania were taken from the ghost princess’s house. She use to run up and down the path daily and since becoming a ghost she kept that ritual not knowing that she was now a ghost girl. Only since she met Elena and me, did she realize she was no longer a little girl. But it was no matter to her whether she was a girl or a ghost. All she wanted was to find her family so they could all be together again.
Elena and I tried, and tried to find a way to send the ghost princess home. None of our ideas seemed to work, save one.
One day we knocked on the door of the haunted house. A kind looking woman answered the door and we began to tell her the story of the Transylvania stone and the ghost princess. She listened to us for at least an hour as we told her everything we knew and begged her to find a way to take the ghost princess back to Transylvania to be with her family. The kind woman’s eyes looked compassionate and without even a word she nodded and slowly closed the door. Elena and I looked at each other with questions in our faces. What was the woman going to do? Did she listen to us at all?
Later that evening we met with the ghost princess and told her what we had done. “We’re sorry.” we said, “We have tried everything we could think of to get you back home.” “But you can be part of our families…we can be sisters…all three of us!” Elena said. We all looked at each other and knew this was already true—we would be sisters-friends forever. But sadly that was not enough. Even though we had each other, the ghost princess needed her family.
The next night was a full moon. It was so bright that it looked like a big flashlight had been hung in the sky. Elena and I went to the same tree we had gone to each night before to meet the ghost princess, but this time it felt different. Not one black bird was at the haunted house. None sitting on the fence. None were sitting on the house or the mailbox or even in the olive tree…they were all gone. The house was dark, not even the porch light glowed as it had every night before. We walked across the street to take a closer look. There were no cars in the driveway and the evening paper was still on the porch. We decided to knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock. No answer. No sound. Nothing. Knock, knock, knock, we repeated. Still nothing. We turn around and headed down the hand-laid path of Transylvania stone and noticed, one stone was missing.
Elena and I look at each other and our hearts filled with happiness. We knew at that moment the ghost princess was on her way home to her family. The nice woman who owned the house did listen and did care. Just as we got on our bikes to ride back home a warm wind blew through the leaves of the olive tree. We looked over our shoulders towards the sound of the rustling leaves to find the ghost princess sitting on the wall under the tree. We were so excited to see her that we dropped our bikes and ran back towards the tree.
“I wanted to say thank you and let you know that I will always be your friend…no, I mean your sister.” The ghost princess said warmly.
“I wish I could hug you goodbye.” said Elena “Me too!” I said feeling happy and sad at the same time.
“Maybe we can…maybe we can do a group hug…all three of us.” The ghost princess continued, “Elena, grab Alex’s hands…O.K….now both or you close your eyes and I will enter into the space between the both of you.” I looked at Elena and then grabbed both her hands with mine, not knowing what to expect next. We then looked at each other and with anticipation closed our eyes at the same time. It was then we felt a warm touch and a whisper, “Thank you, I promise to visit and never forget how you helped me get back home to my family.” When we opened our eyes all Elena and I saw was each other’s smile…the ghost princess was gone.
Even though a new family has moved into the once deserted house that inspired Elena and me to write Our Spooky Story, every Halloween we sit across from the house and read Our Spooky Story again. We had so much fun writing it that it makes for great Halloween fun every year! What is your best spooky story? I’d love to read it! You can send it to me at Alexis@Via-E.com. Write to me soon!
Have fun this coming Halloween!
Your best dollfriend,
Copyright 10/31/2009 all rights reserved Via-E, Inc.
Have you ever wondered why girls follow the trends of someone like Miley Cyrus…or the next in line to shock the senses of morality?
I’d like to introduce to you psychologist Albert Bandura (born in 1925) and his social learning theory. In its simplicity, the theory concludes that people learn efficiently from observing the consequences of another person’s behavior.
Let’s think about that for a minute….consequences of another person’s behavior.
How many examples can you think of where the consequences of misbehaving is rewarded with fame? i.e. attention, riches, parties (fun), friends, …etc.
Learning theory states that children learn by modeling—imitating the behavior of others. They learn vicariously—personalizing the experiences of others.
How many young women dress like their favorite starlet? Is it really just playing? Is it really just cute fun?
Bandura tells us Observational Learning has four phases:
The first step is Attention. Children pay attention to role models who they find interesting, who are observed as receiving desired attention or rewards, perhaps the role model is powerful, fanciful or novel.
The second step is Retention. Retention is the grounding of the observation and its consequences into the mind. This is achieved through repetition and modeling of the behavior.
The third step is Reproduction. Reproduction is the act of the child repeating the behavior on their own.
The final step is Motivation. By reproducing the behavior the child receives the desired reward. The reward can be one that is received immediately such as attention or a reward that is promised in the future.
Promised in the future…
Yes, children do dream about the future and are motivated by what can be. But they do not have the maturity to understand that not all things are as they appear to be—that what is wish for may not yield the reward desired.
Think about these examples:
Everyone is always laughing and happy at parties with alcohol and drugs.
Girls who dress sexy are always popular.
Being a “mean girl” makes you powerful.
Wearing designer clothing makes you more important, more accepted.
Each of these examples has been taken from one or more (more) pop culture icons.
Our children are watching….and learning. It starts at birth and continues throughout life. The television shows, toys and games that children spend time with do influence their behavior…their future. That cute sexy fashion doll does not have to say one word to become your daughter’s teacher. The lessons come built in.
I created Via E and the Alexis O’Shay Dollfriend® to provide wholesome play for girls. The culture of educational fun surrounding Alexis’ is designed to teach about different places, people and cultures; to reinforce good values and showcase creative works and kind words. Alexis is a safe role model built by a mom like you; a teacher with a dream and a friend who cares.
Why not a closed mouth or partly open beauty smile like the rest of the doll community?
Because Alexis was not designed to be a doll. Alexis was created to be a friend and a positive impact in the worlds of all who behold her.
Every inch of Alexis was designed with purpose…not beauty, although beauty was achieved, but instead the goal was emotional, psychological, and intellectual. Via E is a quest to provide amazing fun that builds strong minds. In a world where fun has moved to the “naughty side” of human behavior, Alexis’ charter counters the trend with a focus on learning and understanding others. Caring and compassion are nice words but to build these attributes one must be involved in understanding and seeking out information about the people around them. Right here in the United States we have several different cultures with their own unique roots to other lands and thinking. The same is true in Europe, South America…everywhere. To love we also need to understand.
Alexis is a revolution. She stands to shake up the world of dolls. The goal is to teach loving of differences vs. loving of our own image. Self confidence comes from within the mind not the mirror like commercialism would like us to believe. A true smile spreads happiness. I too love beauty smiles, but instead of inspiring beauty Alexis’ desire is to spread joy and understanding. So when you look at that broad smile (science calls it a Duchenne smile) know that it was designed for you with all my love and caring so that we may together lay a foundation down that can support a purposeful, fulfilling and happy life.
Below are several articles and a YouTube video on the health benefits of a Duchenne smile (Alexis’ smile.) I send this post off with hopes that you will allow many, many smiles into your world and then return twice as many. :-)
Some researchers now believe that genuine smiles are not transient sparks of emotion but rather clear windows into a person’s core disposition.
We now know that genuine smiles may indeed reflect a “sweet soul.” The intensity of a true grin can predict marital happiness, personal well-being, and even longevity
The neural data revealed that Duchenne smiles produced greater activity in the brain’s left anterior temporal region, an area with clear connections to positive affect.
Your smile is a powerful tool. Most people think that we smile because we feel happy, but it can go the other way as well: we feel happy because we smile.
Science How Stuff Works
Evidence That Smiling Causes Happiness.
Most other studies on the topic note the cause-and-effect relationship without having a definitive explanation for it. The reason why Dr. Zajonc’s research is so significant in the field is because he proposes a detailed, physiology-based explanation for the cause-and-effect relationship. According to his hypothesis, the facial changes involved in smiling have direct effects on certain brain activities associated with happiness.
There’s Magic In Your Smile–How Smiling Affects Your Brain
The Untapped Power Of Smiling
Because smiling is evolutionarily contagious and we have a subconscious innate drive to smile when we see one. This occurs even among strangers when we have no intention to connect or affiliate with the other person. Mimicking a smile and experiencing it physically helps us interpret how genuine a smile is, so that we can understand the real emotional state of the smiler.
Positive Psychology News
This process is also known as emotional contagion. That is, emotions are contagious. Feeling good is infectious, and so is feeling crummy. With this in mind, what change do you want trigger in the world?
Health Benefits of Smiling
Therefore, when you smile at someone else, they smile and you are causing physiological changes within their bodies. Frequent smiling has many therapeutic and health benefits , particularly when the smile is a Duchenne smile .
According to Dr. Mark Stibich, smiling:
- Boosts the immune system
- Increases positive affect
- Reduces stress
- Lowers blood pressure
- Enhances other people’s perception of you
Duchenne smiles are known as authentic smiles because they consistently co-occur with positive emotions . Duchenne smiles are marked by wrinkles in the eyes that resemble crows feet and are associated with feeling excitement, amusement, interest, happiness and joy . (See image on the right in which the top image is neutral, middle picture is non-genuine/mouth only, and the bottom picture is Duchenne/eyes and mouth engaged).
3 Great Apps to Help Children with Emotional or Social Issues
Ron Gutman reviews a raft of studies about smiling, and reveals some surprising results. Did you know your smile can be a predictor of how long you’ll live — and that a simple smile has a measurable effect on your overall well-being? Prepare to flex a few facial muscles as you learn more about this evolutionarily contagious behavior. Check out this short Youtube video of his TED conference presentation.