Thursday, February 16, 2023
Restless Hill Cemetery
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the under-lying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Sunday, February 12, 2023
Hexeglaawe: The Curse Of Chickies Rock
Continuing our Hexeglaawe series investigating the folklore of Pennsylvania, Wren and I traveled to the jagged quartzite cliffs of Chickies Rock. She told me of the legend of a deadly curse there, and we set out to Lancaster County in hopes of finding some evidence... some photographic proof.
According to the legend, it was the late 1800's and there were plans to build a railway which would wind up the ridge along the Susquehanna River to the proposed site of an amusement park. The park would be built at the top of Chickies Rock, 200 feet above the river.
Unfortunately, there was a small house at the site, occupied by three sisters. There was a belief by many of the locals that these sisters practiced the Black Arts. Wishing to be left alone, with no interest in leaving their ancestral home, the sisters refused multiple offers to sell their land. The railway company eventually convinced local officials to give them the land by invoking eminent domain.
Rather than give up their home, the sisters cursed the land using a spell from the Sixth and Seventh Book of Moses. They then committed suicide.
Historical records reveal a series of mishaps for the park following the suicide pact. The most deadly occurred on the evening of August 9, 1896, when an overloaded trolley car slid off the rails and fell over a 30-foot embankment. The accident injured 68 people and resulted in six deaths, including the mayor of Columbia.
Supposedly, the curse still infects the land, so as we hiked into the rocky terrain, we couldn't help but wonder if our plans to document the paranormal would be misinterpreted as ill intent. We certainly had respect and compassion for those poor sisters forced from their home over a hundred years ago.
As I joked that I felt like Linus hoping The Great Pumpkin could sense his pure intentions, we spotted a crumbling stone structure. Something Dark moved inside the archways. We snapped the photos below and present them to you now as evidence.
The Ilkley Moor Incident
On the morning of December 1, 1987, retired policeman Philip Spencer was walking across the moor heading for his father-in-law’s home. He’d taken his camera in the hope of catching some images of the early morning light. In fact the photographs he took that day would end up in the world’s press.
Using a compass to navigate through the fog, Spencer said he came across a strange looking being. Hurriedly taking a picture of the creature when it ran away, he decided to follow it and claimed to have caught a glimpse of a craft with a domed top rising up from the moor and disappearing into the sky.
Friday, February 10, 2023
Thursday, February 9, 2023
Gangster: Revisited
Back in 2012, I wrote about a costume I wore for Halloween and a wardrobe malfunction that ensued. You can read the post HERE.
Found a bunch of old photos the other night and one of them was a shot of us before we headed off on that fateful night. I'm the tough guy on the right (my costumes were always last-minute)...
Wednesday, February 8, 2023
Tuesday, February 7, 2023
Iron Smoke Straight Bourbon Whiskey
Picked this up a short while back and it's definitely become the house favorite. Super smooth with a really nice smokey finish. Like mega smooth.
Autumn Stroll
"Look there! look there! It is coming now;
The evil thing is dancing, I vow!
The evil thing is dancing, I vow!
My God! Oh, help me! " — and peeping in
At the open door, with a wicked grin,
At the open door, with a wicked grin,
Came a great grey toad, with a hop and a hitch;
"See there!" cried the woman, "see — there's my witch!"
"See there!" cried the woman, "see — there's my witch!"
- Charles G. Leland
Blogroll: The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow
Looking back at all of the cool blogs I used to follow. This one was a personal favorite. I loved their devotion to a singular theme each year. And I absolutely LOVE their attention to detail.
Monday, February 6, 2023
An Explanation From The Tomb
As with sounds, so with colors. At each end of the solar spectrum the chemist can detect the presence of what are known as 'actinic' rays. They represent colors—integral colors in the composition of light—which we are unable to discern. The human eye is an imperfect instrument; its range is but a few octaves of the real 'chromatic scale' I am not mad; there are colors that we cannot see. And, God help me! the Damned Thing is of such a color!
- Ambrose Bierce
Sunday, February 5, 2023
Happy Birthday, Mr. Giger
You get talent when you discover the ground of your pain.
- H. R. Giger
One of these years, in my still-nonexistent Haunted Barn, there will be an organic room that might just look like H. R. Giger got in there somehow while I was sleeping.
Friday, February 3, 2023
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