1976 Halloween

Images by sephisunset.

Halloween Porch

Image by Chris Jack.

Blurry Face In The Dark

Blurry Halloween photographs are a thing 

(click here to see a bunch on this blog).

Image by H Olson Sr.

Shadowy Things

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

Image by Sean Lyons.

Halloween Blur

Images by Chris.

Winter's Night: The Haunting Of Hawthorn Cemetery

More images by Joseph Rabun here.

Exquisite Corpse

I found no joy in gross mutilation or dismemberment, not then; it was the subtle whisper and slice of the razor that appealed to me. I liked my boys as they were, big dead dolls with an extra weeping crimson mouth or two. I would keep them with me for as much as a week, until the smell in my flat grew obvious. I did not find the odour of death unpleasant. It was rather like cut flowers left too long in stagnant water, a heavy sickish sweetness that coated the nostrils and curled into the back of the throat with every breath.

Poppy Z. Brite

Image by Douglas Carson.

Glorious Blur

I wonder how many blogs out there have the hashtag/label "Blurry"...  

LOVE these photos below.  I'm going to say the blur is deliberate (assumption).  To me, these photos are in the realm of watercolor paintings.  

Images by J C.

Click here for other Blurry photos on this blog.

A Haunted Place

Images by slworking2.

Banshee

How oft has the Banshee cried,
How oft has death untied
Bright links that Glory wove,
Sweet bonds entwined by Love!
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth;
Long may the fair and brave
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.

We're fallen upon gloomy days!
Star after star decays,
Every bright name, that shed
Light o'er the land, is fled.
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth
Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth;
But brightly flows the tear,
Wept o'er a hero's bier.

Quenched are our beacon lights--
Thou, of the Hundred Fights!
Thou, on whose burning tongue
Truth, peace, and freedom hung!
Both mute,--but long as valor shineth,
Or Mercy's soul at war repineth,
So long shall Erin's pride
Tell how they lived and died.

Sir Thomas Moore

 


















 

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Hazy

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Face In The Window

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Halloween Blur

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In The Dark

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Glow

Image by LouMartini.

Halloween Blur

Image by tigerintheshadows.

B&W

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Acolytes

Image by Star Cat.

Blurry Halloween

At tylerudall.com

City Witch

Image by elbow.