Walpurgisnacht

Walpurgis Night was when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad–when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel. This very place the driver had specially shunned. This was the depopulated village of centuries ago. This was where the suicide lay; and this was the place where I was alone–unmanned, shivering with cold in a shroud of snow with a wild storm gathering again upon me! It took all my philosophy, all the religion I had been taught, all my courage, not to collapse in a paroxysm of fright.

- Bram Stoker, Dracula's Guest

Happy Birthday, Antonio Bay

Another birthday for that special little town founded on the deliberate sinking of a ship of (wealthy) lepers trying to better their lives.  In their defense, the lepers DID plan to move only a mile distant to their cozy little village.  I mean, sure they could have rejected their offer and told them to move elsewhere.  But there was all that gold in their ship.  And that would have helped their village form a charter and blossom into a real town.  

John Carpenter's THE FOG is still the most perfect Ghost Story.  And April 21st will forever be honored as the birthday of the fictitious town of Antonio Bay.  Founded on the principles of deception and murder.  

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Now Playing: Weird Statistics

By The Great Vorelli.

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Southwalk Ritual 2025

Southwalk Cemetery...

Loads of beautiful photos here.

Trailer: Backrooms

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A Haunting

It was known as the "Spook House." That it was tenanted by evil spirits, visible, audible and active, no one in all that region doubted any more than he doubted what he was told of Sundays by the traveling preacher. Its owner's opinion of the matter was unknown; he and his family had disappeared one night and no trace of them had ever been found.

- Ambrose Bierce

Now Playing: Labyrinth

By Lennon Hutton.

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Purgatory Swamp

Been wanting to get a big photoshoot done before I started to repurpose my corpses from Halloween 2025.  This past weekend a friend and I headed into a marsh with seven bodies, seven posts, and a lot of smoke bombs.  It was muddy and wet, and a load of fun.  

As we were going through the photos we took and watching the video at the link below, my friend said the first word that popped into her head was 'Purgatory.'  And I think that fits perfectly.  An in-between place that's silent and still.  Where danger isn't necessarily imminent, but where safety and comfort are most likely miles and miles away.

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Haunted

Now Watching: The Tape Library

Been enjoying this youtube channel thoroughly.  Beautifully produced and delightfully creepy.

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Headless Spectre

Another of Ichabod's sources of fearful pleasure was to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the fire, with a row of apples roasting and sputtering along the hearth, and listen to their marvelous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted fields, and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges, and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horseman, or Galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him.

But if there was a pleasure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimney-corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire, and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!  It was then that Ichabod recalled the most frightful portion of the wives' tales  -  that of the curs-ed fate of the Hessian's victims.  If one's head was lamentably claimed by the Horseman, their headless spectre was doomed to walk the shadowy acreage of Sleepy Hollow, perhaps forever!

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