#an electric apparition/ adam

[minus-starcatcher-beyond]

There is a staticky being wondering near Adam, they look lost

@floxs-minus-starcatcher-bois

He stayed quiet, but seemed quite interested in them. He floated over to them

[paradisecas]

i’ll love you or die trying

@midamoulweek day 4: So he says, “Well, what you’re doing is, there’s something bad happened. And you’re going back thinking that you can make it right. Something went wrong, and you keep going back to see if you can fix it, or somehow make it right.”

And I sat there, and I said, “That is what I’m doing.”

And he said, “Well, you can’t.”

shared body midamoul inspired by this post from @ckneal

The world is empty when Michael stands in Adam’s old neighborhood.

It’s eerily quiet; no children in the street, no cars on the road. Adam’s house has been boarded up; nobody sold it, nobody bought it. Inside is a relic of Adam’s past that he was too afraid to revisit while he had the chance. Michael wonders if the crime scene tape is still up, if Adam knew it’s not the house he left behind or the one they lived in together for so long. 

Storm clouds are brewing in the sky behind him and he can feel static electricity coursing through the veins that are not his. They’re his fault, just like everything else is.

This rapture that could have been prevented had he stepped up instead of running away. Adam’s millennia of suffering that could have been avoided if he hadn’t been so impatient. The Milligans’ brutal deaths that he merely sat by and watched happen. 

“I’ve never seen this place so dead,” a voice murmurs in the back of his mind. 

This creature that would have stayed dead had Michael not been so negligent in the days leading up to the apocalypse. 

“I mean, I know it’s dead because everyone’s gone, but it’s still weird,” the voice continues. 

Michael simmers with an exhausted rage. 

How is it that he was unable to save Adam, arguably the most important, wonderful, kind-hearted, and undeserving person in all of creation, but this creature in their mind stayed behind?

He’d been dormant through their time in the cage, thank—not Father, not anymore, thank someone else—but emerged into consciousness shortly after their release. Part of Michael is glad he’s not alone now; an eternity with his siblings in his mind and a thousand years with Adam in his grace, and he’s not used to hearing only his own thoughts. A bigger, much more heartbroken part of him is furious that the creature dares speak to him, here of all places. 

“I mean, I haven't seen this house in—do I say a thousand years or ten? I died a year before Adam came back so, eleven years for me?”

“You haven't seen this house since you slipped through the vents to steal, kill, and eat Adam,” Michael retorts. 

The thing pushes himself into an apparition—Michael was not happy with Adam for teaching it how to do that—and he turns away. He can’t bear to look at someone wearing Adam’s face who isn’t him. It’s not right, especially not now. 

“You’re throwing quite the temper tantrum, aren’t you?” it asks, and when Michael glances out of the corner of his eye he can see it staring at the clouds that have blown in and are now lingering above their heads, dark and heavy and flashing with lightning. 

“You would react differently?” Michael spits. “You’re okay with everything that has happened?”

“Of course not,” the creature says, like it should’ve been obvious. “I liked Adam a lot more than I like you.”

When the first raindrop hits, Michael lets it drip down his face—not his face—and the rest of them soak his jacket. 

It feels like penance. Michael deserves to serve penance. 

He knew that Adam would die, not just in the rapture, but here in this house too. The ghoul John Winchester killed had children who would grow up itching to avenge their father’s death, as it was written in Father’s story. They would kill the woman John slept with and the child that created and all it would do was serve to advance the stories of Sam and Dean who were, even back then, the most important humans in heaven’s—his—eyes. 

Michael knew what Adam’s fate would be long before it happened, and was even glad for it when Dean’s insistent refusal to agree to his part in the apocalypse grew too grating. It meant he had a backup vessel practically gift-wrapped and waiting for him to possess. 

If he had known then what he knows now, he’d change everything. He’d rip the story to shreds and create his own, one where Adam doesn’t have to suffer. One where Adam gets to live and be happy.

The angriest parts of him yearn to try even now, to fly into the past and stop this creature from ever laying a hand on his Adam. To not let his past self make the call for resurrection. To more carefully oversee said resurrection and make sure Adam’s soul was put into the right body. To stop Sam Winchester from dragging them all into the cage. 

There’s a lot he wants to change, and no time to do it. No chance to even try without Father noticing his power and putting a stop to his—to him. 

“Do you ever feel bad for what you did to him?” the creature asks softly. “I kinda do. Or I know I should.”

If it was possible, Michael would laugh. As it stands, no part of him is able to conjure up even an ironic semblance of humor.

“If I had known John was already dead…” it trails off. “I still would’ve killed him. I don’t think he deserved it, though.”

“You don’t think?” Michael doesn’t have the energy for the righteous fury he wants to exude. “He didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Since when do we get what we deserve?” the creature echoes, and something stabs through the core of Michael’s being. 

It hurts. It aches. He aches. He’s soaked to the bone. 

“Come on,” the creature says. “Shouldn’t we be in hiding? Adam would be pissed if you let your old man kill us just ‘cause you hung around his house too long.”

“What would you know about Adam’s wishes?” 

“Hey now, I’m the one with all his memories. You might live in his mind, but I know all about your little agreement, so you don’t know everything. Me? I do.” It shrugs. 

“You only have those memories because you stole his body.” 

“I stole his body and then you stole my body,” the creature points out. “I can’t help that I look like him, you know.”

So many things Michael’s done wrong. So many mistakes.

The creature sighs. “My point is, I have his memories, and they’re telling me that he loves you, dude. You know those Winchester idiots are probably cooking something up to fix this right about now, so it’s not like he’s gone forever.”

What the creature does not know is that Michael cannot see a future for himself. Any attempt at repairing the world is futile; Father is far more powerful than two humans. Than Michael, even. 

There is no timeline in which he survives this fight; Father will be furious and there will be nothing he can do. Michael is going to lead both of them into the end—the end of more than humanity. The end of the archangels. The end of heaven. It’s all inevitable. 

Wind whips through the trees around them as the storm picks up. The creature flinches. “Maybe you should calm down a little?” it suggests. “Like, this keeps up and your dad won’t be the one to kill us.”

Maybe that would be more poetic. Better to die at his own hands than those of the one who created him. Better to drown in his sorrow than face the truth of just how far he has fallen.

“Seriously. We can’t stay here forever.”

Why not?

“Maybe you don’t have any self preservation anymore, but this isn’t how I wanna go. Five seconds and I’m taking control again.”

Michael almost lets it, but he turns away from the house and flies them back to St. Michael’s, where they can do nothing but hide and wallow and wait.

—

“Why are we here again?” the ghoul asks the next day. “You’re being kinda pathetic.”

“You’re not as charming as you think you are,” Michael says. 

“Adam thought I was.”

He’s right. Adam’s world weary attitude meant that when the ghoul emerged from wherever he’d been hiding, the fact that he ate Adam alive didn’t mean so much to him anymore. The ghoul is admittedly—unfortunately—witty, which was helpful in the immediate aftermath of freedom that came with a sudden recalibration of belief, and he's more adaptable than Michael thinks he will ever manage to be. It’s no wonder Adam forged a bond with him, but that doesn’t mean Michael can do the same. 

There’s a lot he can’t do. 

The sky is darker than yesterday; not because it’s night, but because Michael cannot control how thick the clouds that follow him are becoming. Once, he could have willed them away with nothing but a thought, but there’s nothing to be done now. The clouds are inevitable, as so many things are. 

“Can we at least go inside?” the ghoul complains. “I’m tired of being wet.”

When Michael doesn’t answer, he seizes control of their legs and begins the trek up the broken concrete of the driveway. Michael couldn’t take back control even if he wanted to.

Power is hard to come by, these days. 

When they reach the door, the ghoul has to take control of the hands too; Michael just stands there, staring at peeling paint on old wood. Hinges creak after a decade unused, barely audible over the thundering of the rain. Inside, a thick layer of dust coats every surface. 

In the cage, Adam recreated this house for them to live in; for him, it was a comfort. For Michael, it was home in the interim between that role being taken by heaven or Adam himself. He’s never seen the real thing, and looking at how it’s fallen apart over the years makes him wish he never had. 

Pictures line the walls and bookshelves in a way Adam could never fully recreate. The moment Michael’s eyes land on a framed photo of Adam and Kate, young and laughing, he can’t take it anymore. 

The ghoul doesn’t even have time to startle before Michael flies away.

“What was that for?” he asks once they’re once again safely ensconced in stained glass and overturned books. A crack of lightning illuminates a page in pink and blue. 

These books—warped versions of the stories he spread—paint Lucifer as a devil with a silver tongue, able to slip into the minds of man and convince them to do the darkest of deeds in the name of evil. Since Castiel called them to that bunker, Michael has been learning that Lucifer was not the only one to take on that role. 

All the time he spent with Adam spoiled him. It feels impossible to internalize things the way he used to; thoughts weigh on his grace in a mirror of the storm cloud above. 

“I was foolish to care for Him,” Michael says into the echoing silence. 

“For Adam?”

“No—no.” Caring for Adam is one of the few things Michael has gotten right. “My Father.”

“Oh yeah, fuck that guy,” the ghoul says. 

“He never cared for me.”

“Yeah, well, he never cared for me either.” The ghoul shrugs. “That’s just how the cookie crumbles, I guess.”

Michael frowns. “He didn’t care about you because you’re—”

“A monster?” the ghoul finishes wryly. “Yeah, according to who, exactly?”

According to Father. According to Michael. 

According to hunters, Michael’s a monster too. With the knowledge of how he convinced generations of humans to believe in someone who never paid them any mind, Michael thinks they’re not that far off. 

And so the story goes. 

—

The third time Michael takes them to the house he—gives in. Everything he ever held dear is gone, everything in the world is gone, and he thinks he’s allowed a moment of weakness. 

Ghoul keeps his regular vigil to Michael’s left, a perfect recreation of all Michael wants. The first time he lost everything, he had Adam. This time—he’ll take what he can get. He can pretend if he has to.

Without leaving himself any time to second guess it, Michael lunges forward and pulls Ghoul into a tight hug, wrapping his wings around both of them to shield from the rain for good measure. Ghoul makes a startled oof as he collides with Michael’s chest, but doesn’t hesitate to return the embrace. 

This is Adam’s body he’s holding, he tells himself. He can protect Adam this time. Maybe he can toss his soul into heaven before it’s too late. Maybe he can reach out and actually try shielding him from the deadly wave rippling across the world. This is Adam’s hair tickling his nose and these are Adam’s fingers gripping the back of his jacket. 

Michael won’t—can’t—let go. Not this time. 

Ghoul tightens the hug, doesn’t even make a snarky remark about Michael being a wuss. Maybe he’s pretending that Michael is Adam too. 

Thunder rolls as lightning cracks, striking the tallest tree in Adam’s yard, and Ghoul jumps away. 

“I guess that didn’t help much,” he says awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. 

“No,” Michael agrees, suddenly thankful for the rain. 

Before now, he hadn’t been sure whether or not archangels could cry.

The tree catches fire. It only burns for a moment; the rain is coming down too hard to let the flames really take hold. 

“It’s a good thing nobody’s around to notice the freak weather,” Ghoul says. “We should get back.”

Just as the house remains the same, so does the past. There’s nothing Michael can do to change what has already happened, no way to save what he’s already lost. After one last look at what once was Adam’s home but is now something he can never return to, Michael flies them to the church for the last time.

The chapter ends, but the storm follows in his wake. 

—

When the Winchesters come calling, Michael has no choice but to follow. They ask about Adam, and grief clogs his throat so heavily that it has to be Ghoul who says, “Gone, I’m sorry to say.”

In the bunker when Lucifer—Lucifer, chosen by Father—asks, “Who’s in there with you?” Michael shrouds Ghoul in as much grace as he should have done for Adam. This is all he can do to fight the narrative; he cannot change the past but he can try to preserve the present and prevent the future. 

As the plan unspools and the storm above Michael finally breaks, he thinks of nothing but the half glimpse of a younger Adam coated in a decade’s worth of dust. 

And when Father finally raises his hand and begins taking Michael apart, piece by piece until he’s nothing but shards of grace scattered in the wind, he’s almost thankful for the respite. 

The dead are unable to grieve. 

(When he lands in the empty, awake and alone and unable to do anything but hide away in a memory of the house where nothing good ever happened, he learns that that is not quite true. For the dead, grief becomes eternity.)

—

Some time later, Ghoul finds himself standing in front of that old, boarded up house in Windom again. The sun shines so bright and so hot he almost misses the clouds. Children run through the streets. Cars cruise along dry roads. 

This time, he only has Adam at his side.  

[sodomyordeath]

LORNA SHORE - Pain Remains III: In a Sea of Fire (OFFICIAL VIDEO) Taken from the Album "Pain Remains", Out October 14th, 2022 https://lornashore.lnk.to/PainRemainsID

Director, Cinematography, Editor, Post-Production Effects David Brodsky for MyGoodEye : Music Visuals

Producer, Cinematography, Editor Allison Woest for MyGoodEye : Music Visuals

Song Production/Mixing/Mastering Josh Schroeder for Random Awesome Studios

Lighting Director Adam Pernick

Assistant Director Robb Brown

Grip/Electric Lindsey Fehr

Led Wall Tech, Add'l Lighting Matt Kester Justin Goreschak Kyle Johnson

Screenplay Written by Adam De Micco

Production Assistants Zach Jabine Sean Santiago Giovani Shirley Denny Tats Chris Lloyd Robert Fell Joseph Tocco

Location Manager Josh Balz Rob Hunt Chris Merrillo

Starring Peter Welch Laura Newman Brian Feist

With Holly Cieczko Jill Crawford Matt Jenkins Shawna Kester Thomas Knott Pink Lloyd Brandon Ossint Carmen Randazzo Eric Ross Christina Vazquez Teresa Whitehouse

LYRICS: Cursed by this apparition Destined to take its place A ceaseless existence born of my dream state Manifested and pressed into sand You’ve long been cemented Distracted, impacted by the weight of the world If this is everything then I don‘t want to cut the swathe Let the flames rise and bury me within this fog, An echo, a murmur - A broken melody I let go of my life but you were just a dream

I’ll throw myself into the fire and burn away Ridding this flesh of burden and pray I suffocate

I’ll salt the earth in this crimson blaze This world will burn in my fall from grace Witness the death of God Hear the devil‘s choir as I leave the stage in a sea of fire

If this is all I am then what’s the point of pacing life Everything that I made became a waste of time Expressive, depressive I‘m caught up in a lie Decisive, enticive I’d rather fucking die

I’ll damn this world to a sea of flames Forsake the ground and let it bury me You were nothing but a shackle Now I can breathe Let this fire rain down and bury me in a sea of flame Forsake the ground the let it bury me Let this fire rain down and damn this world

Fuck this existence Bring me back to where it all began in the fall Wake me up before i lose it all

This is my epilog - my soliloquy Take this broken melody straight to the grave

Dancing like flames After all that I’ve done I’ll salt the earth and disappear in a sea of fire

Note: "Pain Remains" is definitly in my top 100 records of 2022 list and I'm sure at some point we will look back at this lineup as we look at the days when Ronnie James Dio was in Black Sabbath.

[bearyscary]

Part 2 of my Killer!Survivor concepts, the first couple were shaky but I had a lot more fun designing the newer survivors. I looked at other dbd swaps and sought to make mine more unique, maybe I'll repurpose these designs for something else along the road.

For now these get a little more body horror, along the likes of the Hag and Spirit.

Part 1/Part 2 - You are Here/Part 3

Bill: The Soldier, who savagely claws at survivors and is continuously releasing a toxic smoke from his body. I wanted to reference the special infected of his game without making him a carbon copy of a smoker or what-not. I also took inspiration from K-Mart Zombie costumes and Resident Evil Zombies/Mutants. I also like gas masks.

Feng: The Patient, armed with a Stun Baton she stole from the body of a guard. I made her an inverse of the Doctor, being signed up for an experiment in sleep that effectively put her into a permanent coma hooked up to countless wires and tubes. She has Electrical powers like the doctor, but focuses more on slowing the survivors down - I also think she can like create a ghost-like digital apparition that can go through objects but probably can’t carry survivors.

David: Now that his underground fights became more deadly, he effectively became a sadistic animal kept on a leash by the mob boss that owns him - until he fights and kills the friend mentioned in his rift lore, turning on his keeper. He managed to kill the mob boss but a lackey managed to decapitate him. In the entity’s realm he no longer needs his head attached and seeks to bring as much pain to the survivors as possible. He’s called The Tyrant and his weapon is called The Pigslicer, one of many items dropped into the pit to make the fights more interesting.

Quentin: After accidentally killing a child at a young age, and getting the gardener blamed for it, Quentin proceeded to suffer from nightmares and insomnia since childhood. Forcibly hospitalized by his father, he eventually encountered the entity through his dreams. Under the entity’s molding, he eventually took up the persona of a character in a book he held onto since childhood. As The Piper, he eventually manipulated other patients into acts of violence before causing the deaths of almost everyone in the hospital. His pipe hypnotizes survivors to his will, and is blunt enough to be used as his weapon.

Tapp: If Tapp was taken in instead of Hoffman as Jigsaw’s Pig, he’s also called The Pig but he’s armed with a bat modified with nails and barbed wire. I like to think his power involves a flashlight as a secondary weapon, able to blind survivors in return. 

Kate: Kate is similar to Rin, with a more Western ghost story take. Having been murdered her trio of killers all perished in three days. On the first day they buried her, she was found on top of the dirt with the first man in her place. Then she chopped up and wrapped in a tarp to be weighed down into the local river by some cinderblocks, singing was heard that night as the second man was drowned that morning. In an act of desperation the final man, holding the most responsibility for her death, attempted to burn both himself and the body. Only three bodies were ever found, no body for Kate Denson was ever discovered. As The Siren, she uses no real weapon - instead, using her voice to attack with a violent scream(with a radius cone of affect).

Adam: Once a teacher, he had slowly fallen down a spiral of forbidden knowledge before joining a sect of scholars. The dark knowledge they acquired  eventually led them to the entity, resulting in Adam forming a pact with the entity by sacrificing his comrades. As The Scholar he uses a sacrificial dagger to offer the survivors to the entity, giving him boons through their spilled blood. Specially with his strange Blood Orb that provides him sight despite the wax that smothers him.

[hollywoodgothique]

House Of Spirits: A Haunted Cocktail Soirée is a true original, unlike anything else we have experienced in Halloween 2019. Though the name would suggest a themed popup bar, House of Spirits is quite a bit more than that. It incorporates eclectic elements: performance, immersive experience, interactive costume party, and even haunted house walk-through. However, in the end, House of Spirits is none of those things but rather its own unique combination.

The premise is that you are attending a party in a house cursed by the macabre art of a grieving painter, created in the final desperate days of his life, which opened a portal not to his lost love but to dark realms whose denizens now haunt the premises, blighting all who live there. How closely you encounter these beings depends on which activities you choose to participate in, the sheer variety of which is guaranteed to satisfy the cravings of even the most omnivorous Halloween enthusiasts.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Ghost Ship on Land?

House of Spirits is set in the mansion that used to house Delusion Interactive Theatre.

House Of Spirits: A Haunted Cocktail Soirée is the creation of Meyer 2 Meyer Entertainment, whose personnel formerly ran the Los Angeles Haunted Hayride and currently produce Rated R: A Horror Speakeasy. House of Spirits might sound like juiced-up version of the latter, rebranded and moved to a new location for Halloween, but it actually has more in common with a nearly forgotten one-shot that the Haunted Hayride creators produced in 2011: Ghost Ship.

Ghost Ship was not a hit with the public; it was a great idea that failed to live up to its potential, offering a three-level experience – one for each deck aboard harbor cruise yacht, with ghostly hosts and entertainers on the main deck, a show on the upper deck, and a scary maze on the lower deck. The problem was twofold: the yacht did not provide a sufficiently spooky setting, and it was impossible to fit enough entertainment into its hull to fill the ninety-minute cruise.

House of Spirits takes this clever template and ingeniously applies it to an ominous mansion* in the West Adams neighborhood of Los Angeles, bringing to fruition everything that Ghost Ship sought to achieve. With the atmosphere and square footage Ghost Ship lacked, this magnificent venue houses an amazing three-level event in and around the building. On the ground floor, guests can mingle with their ghoulish host and hostess, listen to music, watch a puppet show, and imbibe a half-dozen cocktails (included with the price of admission). Upstairs, there is a strange sort of scavenger hunt of a most morbid nature. And in the basement are not one but two scare experiences. Additionally, there are gathering places outdoors, along with a strange little hovel where you will learn the secret responsible for the curse upon the haunted house.

Add it all up, and House of Spirits provides multifarious forms of malevolent entertainment nook and cranny of its haunted house – more than enough to justify the recommended two-hour stay.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Arrival

An outdoor lounge where guests relax before their appointed entrance time.

House Of Spirits: A Haunted Cocktail Soirée offers two arrival times on weeknights and three on weekends: 6:30pm, 9pm, and 11:30pm. It is not necessary to arrive precisely on time, but it’s a good idea if you want to see everything. The event can be crowded, with a line on the sidewalk to get through the security search and another line in the front yard to validate tickets.

If you happen to get in before your appointed time, there is a “lounge” (a small mobile bar beneath an awning, with some limited seating), where you can wait. This is one of two cash bars on the outside grounds, where you can pay for drinks above and beyond the half-dozen that come included with admission.

Eventually, you ghoulish host, Raul, shows up and fills you in on whatever details you need to know about the “party” he is throwing inside the house, whetting your anticipation with a promise of drunken revelry on the main floor and terrifying demonic encounters in the basement.

Perhaps most important, you receive a punch card for the six bars inside the house, where you will spend most of the ensuing two hours. Though it is easy to overlook in the excitement of the night’s debauchery, this card includes suggestions and questions that will assist your exploration of the mysteries haunting the House of Spirits.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Ground Floor

On this level, spirits both ectoplasmic and alcoholic flow freely, creating a gay and magnificent revel, with the help of six bars offering free drinks. Both Raul’s wife and his mistress float about, engaging their party guests in conversation and dropping suggestions about what parts of the house they may wish to explore. There is no preferred order to the evening’s diversions and delights, but there are lines to get both upstairs and downstairs, so it’s a good idea to divide your time wisely.

An invisible hand answers your questions.

Pastimes on the ground floor include a giant ouija board, with a planchette moved by an invisible hand spelling out answers in responses to spoken questions. (Sadly, the ghost’s identify seems to be that of Anton, the hosts’ recently deceased child.) There is an out-of-tune piano, but we wouldn’t recommend playing it, since there is entertaining live music in the next room from a variety of performers, on electric guitar or accordion.

Best of all is the macabre puppet show, in a small room just off the main entrance. While a ghoul-faced narrator recites grim and grisly ghost stories, two sinister puppeteers – their dark, skull-like visages almost invisible against the black backdrop behind them – enact the action, the movement of the puppets enhanced with novel sound effects: liquid poured from a cocktail shaker to simulate vomit, a plastic bottle crushed to simulate broken bones. Don’t miss your chance to enjoy at least one of these short performances.

This malevolent mistress of the house invites you inside.

Party Guests

Great party, isn’t it?

House Of Spirits: A Haunted Cocktail Soirée Halloween Review

Out of tune piano

Your Ghostly Hostess

Ghostly Accordion Player

Your Ghostly Hostess

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Macabre Artists Named Francisco

Goya’s Saturn Devours His Son

There is one more important element of the ground floor presentation. In the gruesome Goya Gallery, art lovers may peruse a handful of disturbing canvases, such as Saturn Devouring His Son, one of fourteen “Black Paintings” created by Francisco Goya (1746-1828) during the final years of his life – a series which also included “Witches’ Sabbath.”

Though not on display here, one of Goya’s most famous works is The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (1799), which depicts a sleeping artist tormented tormented by nightmarish visions of bats and owls, as if these apparitions will soon enter our world via the medium of the artist – a theme evoked in the back story of House of Spirits, which seems loosely inspired by Goya’s “Black Paintings.”

However, when you leave the ground floor to explore upstairs, you will learn that the artist whose work doomed the House of Spirits is Francisco Vega – not the renowned Spanish painter Francisco Preciado de la Vega (1713-1789) but a fictional character whose work was even more demented than that of Goya.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Upstairs

The staircase leads to a bizarre scavenger hunt.

On the second floor, a servant will inform you of the final, fateful days of Francisco Vega, who crafted six ghastly canvases shortly before his death. These Spirit Paintings, on display, contain clues to Six Keys, which may unlock the mystery of the House of Spirits.

After perusing the small gallery of horrors, you explore six rooms, each inhabited by someone or something depicted by the artist. These spectral phantoms (including a ghastly pregnant woman hoovering over crib containing a tiny skeleton- presumably Anton) may aid your in your search, but they will demand that you perform unpleasant actions to retrieve the keyes (reaching into bathwater for a rib bone is the least of it).

Some keys may not be easy to find, but if you persist in your quest, you will succeed, whereupon you deliver them to a strange character who marks you with a cryptic insignia on your hand or forehead, initiating you into the elite of the households inhabitants. Exactly what “benefits” accrue from this are unclear, but you may be sure they are of a nefarious nature.

Vega’s paintings hold clues to the Six Keys.

Expect to meet this creature in the flesh.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: The Basement

After the upstairs scavenger hunt, there is nowhere to go but down – into the basement – where the true terrors lurk.

There are two attractions in the basement, each with its own entrance. One is a brief and eerie pantomime performance depicting  Vega – deranged and eventually nude – creating his final work, a life-sized painting that opens a portal enabling a visitor from the other side to enter the earthly plane. Is this being angel or demon or neither? The answer to that question can be found elsewhere.

The second descent into darkness is the closest House of Spirits comes to offering a haunted house walk-through. Groups of half-a-dozen or so party guests are given mirrors and instructions to stand in pools of dim light, chanting “Molly Magpie, Molly Magpie, how did you die?”

This ritual extinguishes the light, allowing some denizen of darkness to manifest; then another pool of light appears, farther along, drawing your group deeper into the basement, where the ritual is repeated, again and again, each time with nightmarish results. There terrors invoked are all the more disturbing because they have materialized at your bidding, and the demons are not necessarily happy to answer your call.

Both experiences are delicious creepy, evincing the sort of demented artistry one used to see at the L.A. Haunted Hayride – less crude shock than carefully choreographed grotesquerie.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Exterior

The Mystery Solved

Exiting either basement attraction leads to the outside grounds, where you will find a second cash bar, a food vendor, and the Garden of Anguish, where you can relax among strange flora before reentering the House of Spirits.

Most important is a small hovel, easy to overlook in the darkness. An attendant should be outside to explain why you should explore its interior.

The entrance leads down to a confined space where you will see the pages of Francisco Vega’s diary projected on the wall, detailing the anguish that drove him to create his final sextet of uncanny masterworks and revealing the true nature of the being he inadvertently unleashed upon our world, dooming all future inhabitants of the House of Spirits.

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: Cocktails

Great party, isn’t it?

Six Spirit Paintings, Six Keys, Six Cocktails.

A key ingredient to the success of House of Spirits is the half-dozen miniature drinks included with admission. Guests receive one free drink at each bar inside the house, a bartender punching your card at each stop.

Offerings range from Goya’s Ghost (ginger, black currant, fire bitters, orange bitters) to Magpie (passion fruit puree, lime, agave, grapefruit, bitters. Each drink features a product by Don Julio, with guests choosing one of two options, such as tequila or vodka.

Though individually small, the creepy cocktails are collectively intoxicating, altering human consciousness to a level where it is more open to the contact with the spirit realm. By the end of the evening, contact with ghosts will seem like the norm.

Creepy Cocktails

Creepy Cocktails

Creepy Cocktails

Creepy Cocktails

House Of Spirits Halloween Review: conclusion

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This is the same location used by Delusion Interactive Theatre on several occasions.

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GHOSTBUSTERS Final Film Transcript original script by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis transcribed by Adam Bertocci Outside New York Public Library Eerie music. Pigeons fly from the steps. New York Public Library, reading room ALICE pushes a cart of books. New York Public Library, basement ALICE brings some books down to the basement of library. As she walks along, a few books float to other shelves. When she turns around to investigate, nothing happens. She makes some notes on a pad and passes a card catalog. The drawers slide open, spilling cards all over the place. She screams and runs. She runs through the shelves. Comes to what must be the ghost; she screams. Her hair blows back. Ghostbusters logo dissolves onto screen. Music: Ghostbusters. Columbia University Main title pops up. Ghostbusters theme keeps playing. We see people going in and out of the building. Corridor outside Paranormal Studies Laboratory We hear DR. PETER VENKMAN giving the ESP test. On door: "Dr. Egon Spengler Dr. Raymond Stantz Dr. Peter Venkman Venkman burn in hell Maid please make up this room as soon as possible" Inside lab PETER gives ESP test to MALE STUDENT and JENNIFER. MALE STUDENT is hooked up to electrodes. PETER All right, I'm going to turn over the next card. I want you to concentrate. I want you to tell me what it is. card is a star MALE STUDENT Square? PETER showing him card and shocking him Good guess, but wrong. holds a circle card up in front of JENNIFER Clear your head. All right, tell me what you think it is. JENNIFER Is it a star? PETER It is a star! Very good. That's great. holds up a square card for MALE STUDENT All right. Think hard. What is it? MALE STUDENT Circle? PETER showing him square and shocking him Ooh, close, but definitely wrong. MALE STUDENT's gum shoots out of his mouth. He puts it back in and keeps chewing. PETER holds a plus sign card up for JENNIFER. Okay. All right. Ready? What is it? no answer Come on. JENNIFER Figure eight. PETER pretending to be astonished Incredible. That's five for five. You can't see these, can you? JENNIFER No, no. PETER You're not cheating me, are you? JENNIFER No, I swear, they're just coming to me. PETER to MALE STUDENT Okay. Nervous? MALE STUDENT Yes... I don't like this. PETER Don't worry, you only have seventy-five more to go. holds up a card with three wavy lines Okay, what's this one? MALE STUDENT A couple of wavy lines. PETER who wants to zap him just for fun Sorry! This isn't your lucky day! MALE STUDENT I know. I - PETER reaches for the little lever. JENNIFER seems amused, so PETER winks to her. MALE STUDENT stumbles over some words before PETER zaps him. Hey! I'm getting a little tired of this! PETER You volunteered, didn't you? We're paying you, aren't we? MALE STUDENT Yeah, but I didn't know you were giving me electric shocks! What are you trying to prove here anyway? PETER I'm studying the effect of negative reinforcement on ESP ability. MALE STUDENT The effect?! I'll tell you what the effect is! It's pissing me off! PETER Well, then maybe my theory is correct! MALE STUDENT ripping electrodes off hands You can keep the five bucks, I've had it! runs out of room and slams door PETER I will mister! kindly, to JENNIFER You may as well get used to that, that's the kind of resentment that your ability is going to provoke in some people. JENNIFER Do you think I have it, Dr. Venkman? PETER You're no fluke, Jennifer. DR. RAYMOND STANTZ enters the room, all in a flurry. RAY grabbing stuff off shelves This is it! This is definitely it! Did those UV lenses come in for the video camera? And that blank tape? I need it. The one you erased yesterday. PETER to JENNIFER Can you excuse me for a second? JENNIFER Sure. PETER runs to RAY, jumps up and smacks him on the head. PETER I'm right in the middle of something, Ray! Ah, I need a little more time with this subject. Could you come back in an hour, hour and a half? RAY Peter, at 1:40 PM at the main branch of the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue, ten people witnessed a free floating, full torso, vaporous apparition. It blew books off shelves from twenty feet away and scared the socks off some poor librarian! PETER I'm very excited. I'm very pleased. I want you to get right down there, check it out and get back to me. RAY No, no. PETER Get right back to me... RAY You're coming with us on this one! Spengler went down there and took PKE valances. Went right off the top of the scale. Buried the needle! We're close on this one. I can feel it! PETER I can feel it. We're very, very close. to JENNIFER I have to go now, Jennifer, but I'd like to work with you some more. Perhaps you could come back this evening, say at - JENNIFER Eight o'clock? PETER I was just about to say eight o'clock! You are a legitimate phenomenon! Outside New York Public Library PETER is yelling at RAY all the way there. PETER As a friend I have to tell you: you've finally gone round the bend on this ghost business. You guys have been running your ass off meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen? New York Public Library, reading room RAY Of course you forget, Peter, I was present at an undersea, unexplained, mass sponge migration. PETER Ooh, Ray, those sponges migrated about a foot and a half. DR. EGON SPENGLER is under the table, listening to it with a stethescope. PETER runs over to him and speaks in a zombie voice. Egon... EGON is puzzled. PETER raps table with knuckles, then slams it with a book. EGON is starled and jumps up. EGON Oh, you're here. PETER Yeah, what have you got? EGON This is big, Peter. This is very big. There is definitely something here. PETER Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. You remember that? EGON That would have worked if you hadn't stopped me. LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR walks up to the three. LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR I'm Roger Delicore. Are you the men from the university? PETER introducing them all Yes. I'm Dr. Venkman. Dr. Stantz, Egon. LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR Thank you for coming. I hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly. PETER Let's not rush things. We don't even know what you have yet. They go to a smaller room. ALICE is lying on a table. ALICE I don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms because it reached out for me. RAY Arms?! I can't wait to get a look at this thing! PETER Alice, I'm going to ask you a few standard questions, okay? Have you or any of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic, mentally incompetent? ALICE My uncle thought he was St. Jerome. PETER I'd call that a big yes. Uh, are you habitually using drugs, stimulants, alcohol? ALICE No! PETER No, no. Just asking. Are you, Alice, menstruating right now? LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR What has that got to do with it? PETER Back off, man. I'm a scientist. EGON Ray, it's moving. New York Public Library, basement EGON is in front, with PKE meter. RAY has a video camera. PETER is in the back, bored stiff. He starts making scary gestures at RAY. They come to a tall tower of books. RAY Look! EGON This is hot, Ray. RAY Symmetrical book stacking, just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947. PETER You're right. No human being would stack books like this. RAY Listen! eerie music You smell something? they go to a card catalog; it is slimed Talk about telekinetic activity! Look at this mess! EGON Raymond, look at this. RAY Ectoplasmic residue. EGON Venkman, get a sample of this. RAY It's the real thing! PETER Somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it? EGON I'd like to analyze it. As RAY and EGON continue talking, PETER scrapes slime into a dish. Gets it all over his hands. Groans and grunts. Flicks slime away. Wipes hands and feet on books. RAY There's more over here! EGON I'm getting stronger readings here, this way. RAY Come on. They turn a corner. PETER gives EGON slime. PETER Egon, your mucus. a bookshelf falls with a crash This happen to you before? RAY shakes head Oh, first time? RAY nods. They continue. EGON's PKE meter goes nuts. They see LIBRARY GHOST. EGON It's here. RAY A full torso apparition, and it's real. PETER So what do we do? no answer Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please? pulls RAY by the ear Could you just come over here for a second, please? Right over here. Come here, Francine! Come here. What do we do? RAY I don't know. What do you think? EGON starts with calculator, but PETER slaps it away PETER Stop that! RAY We've got to make contact. One of us should actually try to speak to it. EGON Good idea. They look to PETER. He groans and goes to the ghost. RAY starts taking pictures. PETER Hello. I'm Peter. Where are you from? Originally. LIBRARY GHOST Ssh. PETER going back All right. Okay, the usual stuff isn't working. RAY Okay, I have a plan. I know exactly what to do. Now stay close, stay close. I know. Do exactly as I say. Ready, ready, get her! LIBRARY GHOST turns into a monster and scares them. They run away. Music: Cleanin' Up The Town. Outside New York Public Library PETER, RAY and EGON run away. LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR Did you see it? What was it? PETER We'll get back to you! LIBRARY ADMINISTRATOR What?! Columbia University grounds PETER, RAY and EGON go back to the lab. PETER is laughing at RAY. PETER Hee, hee, hee! Get her. That was your whole plan. Get her. It was scientific. RAY I just got overexcited. But wasn't it incredible, Pete? I mean, we actually touched the etheric plane. You know what this could mean to the university? PETER Yeah, it's gonna be bigger than the microchip. Ray, I'm very excited. EGON working with calculator I wouldn't say the experience was totally wasted. According to these new readings, I think we have an excellent chance of actually catching a ghost and holding it indefinitely. RAY Well, this is great! If this ionization rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities, we could really bust some heads! In a spiritual sense, of course. PETER Spengs? You serious about this catching a ghost? EGON I'm always serious. PETER Egon, I'm gonna take back some of the things I've said about you. You... you've earned it. gives EGON a candy bar Their lab Moving men cart stuff out of the room. DEAN YEAGER stands in wait. Music: I Can Wait Forever. RAY The possibilities are, are limitless! Hey, Dean Yeager! PETER I trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus. DEAN YEAGER No! You're being moved off campus. The board of regents has decided to terminate your grant. You are to vacate these premises immediately. PETER This is preposterous. I demand an explanation. DEAN YEAGER Fine. The university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities. PETER But the kids love us! DEAN YEAGER Dr. Venkman, we believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind. You, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy and your conclusions are highly questionable. You, Dr. Venkman, are a poor scientist. PETER I see. DEAN YEAGER And you have no place in this department or in this university. Outside Columbia University RAY is worriedly pacing. PETER is relaxing with a bottle. RAY This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford now. They wouldn't touch us with a ten-meter cattle-prod. PETER You're always so concerned about your reputation. Einstein did his best stuff when he was working as a patent clerk! RAY You know how much a patent clerk earns? PETER No! RAY Personally, I liked the university. They gave us money and facilities. We didn't have to produce anything! You've never been out of college. You don't know what it's like out there. I've worked in the private sector. They expect results. PETER For whatever reasons, Ray, call it fate. Call it luck. Call it karma. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump. RAY For what purpose? PETER To go into business for ourselves. Offers RAY a drink. RAY drinks. RAY This ecto-containment system that Spengler and I have in mind is going to require a load of bread to capitalize. Where are we going to get the money? PETER I don't know. drinks I don't know. Outside Manhattan City Bank The three come out of the bank. Fanfare. PETER You're never going to regret this, Ray! RAY My parents left me that house! I was born there! PETER You're not going to lose the house. Everybody has three mortgages nowadays. RAY But at nineteen percent! You didn't even bargain with the guy! EGON flashing a calculator Ray, for your information, the interest rate alone for the first five years comes to $95,000. PETER Will you guys relax? We are on the threshold of establishing the indispensable defense science of the next decade. Professional paranormal investigations and eliminations. The franchise rights alone will make us rich beyond our wildest dreams. Outside Hook and Ladder No. 8 The building's windows are whitewashed. We hear REAL ESTATE AGENT talking. Inside Hook and Ladder No. 8 REAL ESTATE WOMAN shows PETER and EGON the fire house. REAL ESTATE WOMAN There's office space, sleeping quarters and showers on the next floor and a full kitchen on the top left. PETER It just seems a little pricey for a unique fixer-upper opportunity, that's all. What do you think, Egon? EGON I think this building should be condemned. There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members, the wiring is substandard, it's completely inadequate for our power needs, and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone. RAY calling to them from upstairs Hey! Does this pole still work? slides down the fire pole Wow! This place is great! When can we move in? You've got to try this pole! I'm gonna get my stuff. runs up stairs Hey, we should stay here tonight. Sleep here! You know, to try it out! PETER I think we'll take it. REAL ESTATE WOMAN Good. Outside Ivo Shandor Building The building is huge and grandiose. Ominous music. Show the terror dog statues on the roof. DANA BARRETT gets out of a taxi and enters the building. Inside Shandor Building DANA gets off the elevator. Sees a neighbor. DANA Oh, hi. LOUIS TULLY pops out of his apartment LOUIS Oh, Dana, it's you! DANA Oh, hi, yes Louis, it's me. LOUIS I thought it was the drugstore. DANA Oh, are you sick? LOUIS Oh! No, no, I'm fine, I feel great! Just ordered some more vitamins and stuff. I was just exercising. I taped a 20-minute workout and played it back at high speed on my machine so it only took ten minutes. I got a great workout. DANA Good. LOUIS You wanna come in for a mineral water or something? DANA Oh, I'd really like to, Louis, but I have to go rehearsal now. Excuse me. LOUIS No sweat, I'll take a rain check on that. I always have plenty of low sodium mineral water and other nutritious foods in the house. But you already know that. DANA Yeah, I know that. LOUIS Listen, that reminds me, I'm having a big party for all my clients, my fourth anniversary as an accountant, you know, and even though you do your own tax return, which you shouldn't do, I'd like you to stop by, being that you're my neighbor and all - DANA cutting him off Well, thank you, Louis, I'll really try to stop by. LOUIS Listen, that reminds me, you shouldn't leave your TV on so loud when you go out. The creep down the hall phoned the manager. DANA That's strange, I didn't realize I'd left it on. LOUIS Well, yeah, you know what I did? I climbed on the ledge and tried to disconnect the cable, but I couldn't get in, so you know what I did? I turned my TV up real loud too so everyone would think all our TVs had something wrong with them - DANA closing her door on him Bye, Louis. LOUIS Okay, so I'll see you later, huh?! I'll give you a call! I'm going to go have a shower. tries to open his door, but he's locked himself out DANA's living room DANA watches an ad on TV. In the ad: PETER, RAY and EGON stand outside the fire house wearing long blue coats and talk to the camera. RAY Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night? EGON Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic? PETER Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter or ghost? RAY If the answer is yes, then don't wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals. PETER, RAY, EGON Ghostbusters! RAY Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty-four hours a day to serve all your supernatural elimination needs. PETER, RAY, EGON We're ready to believe you! Message flashes on screen: "GHOSTBUSTERS 555-2368". DANA turns off TV. DANA's kitchen DANA lays some groceries out on the table. She turns around. Eggs tremble, leap out of their shells and cook on counter. Growling noise from fridge. DANA opens fridge. The spirit world appears in front of her. A terror dog, ZUUL, jumps out in front of her. ZUUL roaring Zuul! DANA closes fridge, screaming Outside Ghostbusters HQ PETER watches Marty put up a sign, reading "GHOSTBUSTERS" in small type. PETER You don't think it's too subtle, Marty? You don't think people are going to drive down and not see the sign? Marty shakes head. Dark blue hearse drives up. You can't park that here! RAY getting out of car Everybody can relax, I found the car! Needs some suspension work; and shocks, and brakes, brake pads, lining, steering box, transmission, rear end - PETER How much? RAY as PETER groans Only forty-eight hundred. And maybe new rings, also mufflers, a little wiring... Inside Ghostbusters HQ The secretary, JANINE MELNITZ, sits at her desk reading a magazine. PETER comes up. PETER Janine! Any calls? JANINE No. PETER Any messages? JANINE No. PETER Any customers? JANINE No, Dr. Venkman. PETER It's a good job, isn't it? Type something, will you? We're paying you for this stuff!... Don't stare at me, you got them bug eyes... Janine! Sorry about the bug eyes thing. I'll be in my office. PETER goes off. EGON pops up out from under JANINE's desk. JANINE You're very handy. I can tell. I bet you like to read a lot, too. EGON Print is dead. JANINE Oh, that's very fascinating to me. I read a lot myself. Some people think I'm too intellectual, but I think it's a fabulous way to spend your spare time. I also play racquetball. Do you have any hobbies? EGON I collect spores, molds and fungus. DANA enters DANA Hello? goes to JANINE Oh. Excuse me. This, this is the Ghostbusters' office? JANINE filing nails Yes, it is. Can I help you? DANA I don't have an appointment. I'd like to talk to someone, please. PETER bolting out of his office I'm Peter Venkman. May I help you? DANA Well, I don't know. What I'm about to say may sound a little unusual. PETER Oh, that's all we get day in, day out around this place. Come into my office, Miss - DANA Barrett, Dana Barrett. Lab in fire house DANA is hooked up to a machine. As she talks, PETER, RAY and EGON watch a monitor which turns her head different colors. DANA And this voice said "Zuul". And then I slammed the refrigerator door and I left. That was two days ago, and I haven't been back to my apartment. PETER Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. What do you think it was? DANA Well, if I knew what it was I wouldn't be here. PETER Egon, what do you think? EGON shining a head lamp in PETER's eyes She's telling the truth. At least, she thinks she is. DANA Well, of course I'm telling the truth! Who would make up a story like that? PETER Some are people who just want attention. Others, just nutballs who come in off the street. RAY You know what it could be? Past-life experience intruding on present time. EGON Could be erased memories stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact, either. DANA I'm sorry, I don't believe in any of those things. PETER Well, that's all right. I don't either. But there are some things we do. Standard procedures we carry out in a case like this which often bring us results. RAY Well, I could go down to the hall of records and check out the structural details in the building. Maybe the building itself has a history of psychic turbulence. PETER nodding Right, go do that. EGON I could look for the name Zuul in the usual literature. RAY Spates Catalog. EGON Tobin's Spirit Guide. RAY Yeah. PETER Tell you what. I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out - I'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment, okay? knows he's said the wrong thing; groans to himself DANA Okay, thank you. DANA's living room PETER and DANA enter. PETER Let me. If something's gonna happen here I want it to happen to me first. Opens a few closet doors. Nothing happens. DANA The closet. PETER goes to the piano. Plays the two highest notes over and over. PETER They hate this. I like to torture them. That's right, boys. It's Dr. Venkman! works a tool A lot of space. Just you? DANA Yes. PETER Good. DANA What is that thing you're doing? PETER It's technical. It's one of our little toys. DANA I see. That's the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there. PETER What a crime. DANA You know, you don't act like a scientist. PETER They're usually pretty stiff. DANA You're more like a game show host. The words sting PETER. PETER That's the kitchen, huh? DANA's kitchen PETER Dana, are these the eggs? DANA Yes, see, I was over there, and the eggs just jumped right out of their shells and started to cook right on the counter. PETER That is weird. DANA And that's when I to hear that awful noise from the refrigerator. PETER starts using his tool again Dr. Venkman, you've come all this way. Would you like to examine the refrigerator? PETER I'll check the fridge. Good call. Oh, my God! DANA is worried Look at all the junk food! DANA No, God damn it! Look, this wasn't here. PETER You actually eat this stuff? DANA Look! This wasn't here! There was nothing here! There was a space, and there was a building or something with flames coming out of it, and creatures riding around and they were growling and snarling! And there were flames! And I heard a voice say Zuul! It was right here! PETER I'm sorry, I'm just not getting any reading. DANA Well, are you sure you're using that thing correctly? PETER Well, I think so. But I'm sure there are no animals in there. DANA Well, that's great. Either there's a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy. PETER I don't think you're crazy. DANA sarcastically Good, that makes me feel so much better. DANA's living room PETER Let me tell you something about myself. I come home from work to my place and all I have is my work. There's nothing else in my life! DANA Dr. Venkman - PETER I meet you, and I say, my God, there's someone with the same problem I have! DANA Yes. We both have the same problem. You! PETER I'm gonna go for broke. I am madly in love with you. DANA I don't believe this. Will you please leave? PETER to an invisible audience And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was a creep, she thought I was a geek and she probably wasn't the first... DANA You are so odd... No. PETER turning around I've got it! DANA No, no, no, no, no. PETER I'll prove myself to you! DANA guiding him out That's not necessary. PETER Yeah. I'll solve your little problem. DANA Okay... PETER And then you'll say, "Pete Venkman's a guy who can get things done!" DANA Right. PETER "I wonder what makes him tick!" DANA I wonder! PETER "I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing what makes me tick?" DANA Right! PETER I bet you're going to be thinking about me after I'm gone. DANA I bet I am! Pushes him out the door. He sticks his face back in. PETER No kiss? pushes his face out door and slams it shut Corridor LOUIS comes out, then tries to go back in, but he's locked himself out. PETER leaves. Outside Ghostbusters HQ Night. Inside Ghostbusters HQ; upstairs The Ghostbusters dine on takeout Chinese. Music: In The Name Of Love. PETER To our first customer. RAY To our first and only customer. They toast with soda cans. PETER I got to take out some petty cash. We should take her out to dinner. We don't want to lose her. RAY Uh, this magnificent feast here represents the last of the petty cash. PETER Slow down. Chew your food. By JANINE's desk Phone rings. JANINE Hello, Ghostbusters. Yes, of course they're serious. - You do? You have? No kidding?... Uh-huh. Well, just give me the address. Yes, of course. Oh, they'll be totally discreet. Thank you. hangs up We got one! slams down alarm bell Upstairs RAY It's a call! Music: Cleanin' Up The Town. They slide down the fire pole. Downstairs They slide down the fire pole and suit up. RAY Come on! Outside Ghostbusters HQ Ecto-1 drives off wildly. Outside Sedgewick Hotel Ecto-1 drives up. Close-up on Ghostbusters logo. Lobby of Sedgewick Hotel The Ghostbusters enter. PETER Hey, anybody seen a ghost? A pretty lady goes by. They all stare appreciatively. HOTEL MANAGER Thank you for coming so quickly! The guests are starting to ask questions and I'm running out of excuses. RAY Has it happened before? HOTEL MANAGER Well, most of the original staff knows about the twelfth floor; the disturbances, I mean. But it's been quiet for years! Up until two weeks ago. It was never, ever this bad, though! EGON Did you ever report it to anyone? HOTEL MANAGER Heavens! No! PETER Oh, no. You kidding? HOTEL MANAGER The owners don't even like us to talk about it. I hope we can take care of this. Quietly! Tonight! RAY Yes sir, don't worry. We handle this kind of thing all the time! they go up to an elevator MAN AT ELEVATOR What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut? PETER No, we're exterminators. Someone saw a cockroach up on twelve. MAN AT ELEVATOR That's gotta be some cockroach. PETER Bite your head off, man. elevator arrives RAY Going up? MAN AT ELEVATOR I'll take the next one. Elevator RAY You know, it just occurred to me, we haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment. EGON I blame myself. PETER So do I. RAY No sense worrying about it now. PETER Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back. RAY Yep. Let's get ready. Switch me on! EGON charges RAY's proton pack, then backs away Twelth floor The Ghostbusters exit the elevator. EGON charges his proton pack. RAY Come on. CHAMBERMAID enters. RAY and EGON shout and blast her cart with proton beams. PETER Hold it! CHAMBERMAID What the hell are you doing? EGON Sorry. PETER Sorry. RAY I'm sorry. PETER We thought you were someone else. Successful test. RAY I guess so. I think we'd better split up. EGON Good idea. PETER Yeah, we can do more damage that way. EGON goes down a hallway, with his PKE meter. RAY walks around, smoking. Sees Slimer pigging out at a room service cart. Is shocked. Cigarette falls out of his mouth. RAY Venkman! Venkman! Ugh... disgusting blob! I'm going to have to hold it myself... Charges pack, aims and fires. Startles Slimer. He flies through the wall. Cart smashes a table and a vase. EGON pokes a man to see if he's a ghost. PETER sees Slimer. Talks into walkie-talkie. PETER Come in, Ray. RAY unhooking walkie-talkie Venkman! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it! PETER It's right here, Ray. It's looking at me. RAY voice over walkie-talkie He's an ugly little spud, isn't he? PETER I think he can hear you, Ray. RAY voice over walkie-talkie Don't move. It won't hurt you. Slimer flies towards PETER. PETER screams and covers face. RAY runs to help. Venkman! Venkman! Pete! RAY arrives. Slimer is gone. PETER is dripping in slime. Venkman! What happened? Are you okay? PETER spitting out slime He slimed me. RAY That's great! Actual physical contact! Can you move? EGON voice over walkie-talkie Ray? Ray! Come in please! PETER I feel so funky. RAY Spengler! I'm with Venkman! He got slimed! EGON That's great, Ray! Save some for me! Get down here right away. It just went into a ballroom! Lobby RAY talks to HOTEL MANAGER regarding the bust. RAY Okay, sir. If you and your staff will just wait out here, we'll take care of it. Ballroom The Ghostbusters hide under a table. RAY scans with his ecto-goggles and sees Slimer near a chandilier. RAY There it is, on the ceiling. PETER That's the one that got me. they come out from under table RAY All right, boys. Ready? Throw it! They fire. Slimer flies away. The chandilier falls on a table and smashes. Lobby HOTEL MANAGER is worried. He tries to open door. Finds it locked. Ballroom RAY I did that! I did that! That's my fault! PETER That's okay. The table broke the fall. EGON There's something very important I forgot to tell you. PETER What? EGON Don't cross the streams. PETER Why? EGON It would be bad. PETER I'm fuzzy on the whole good-bad thing. What do you mean, bad? EGON Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light. RAY Total protonic reversal. PETER All right, that's bad, okay. Important safety tip, don't cross the streams. Thanks, Egon. All right. Ray, take the left. Egon, take the right. Okay, Ray. Give me one eye on the outside... Ray! RAY fires. Slimer screams and flies away. Egon! EGON fires. Destroys crystal glasses, a layer cake, etc. Slimer flies behind a bar. EGON fires. Keeps firing even after Slimer flies away. Okay, all right, hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Whoa! Nice shooting, Tex! Slimer hides at the ceiling Lobby HOTEL MANAGER I assure you, Mrs. Van Hoffman, there is nothing wrong with the room. It will be ready promptly, in time, as soon as your guests are with us. Ballroom RAY The last throw took something out of him, but he's gonna move! I need some; I need some room to put the trap down. Give me some room. EGON chucks a table Lobby HOTEL MANAGER to MRS. VAN HOFFMAN If you'll excuse me, please. sends a bellhop to get security Ballroom RAY We gotta get this in the clear! PETER Wait, wait! I always wanted to do this. pulls tablecloth out from under table, knocking everything but flowers over And the flowers are still standing! RAY sends out the trap RAY Okay, on my go signal. Spengler, I want a confinement stream from you. Okay? Go! EGON fires and hits Slimer Okay, hold him up there. He's gonna move. Hold him up. Go! PETER fires and hits EGON It's working, Ray! RAY Start bringing him down. Start bringing him down. You got him. Don't cross the streams. PETER Maybe now you'll never slime a guy with a positron collider, huh? EGON Venkman, shorten your stream! I don't want my face burned off! RAY All right. I'm opening the trap now; don't look directly into the trap! opens trap EGON his eyes widening I looked at the trap, Ray. RAY Bring your streams off as soon as I close the trap. Get ready. I'm closing it, now! Closes trap. PETER and EGON stop firing and look away. Slimer is sucked into trap. The Ghostbusters look at it, keeping their guns pointed at it. EGON shoving trap with foot; makes blue lightning It's in there. PETER to Slimer Hey! RAY Well, that wasn't such a chore, now, was it? Lobby A crowd has gathered. HOTEL MANAGER Mr. Smith, quickly. I want that door open now! Stand over there! PETER We came, we saw, we kicked its ass! HOTEL MANAGER Did you see it? What is it? RAY We got it! HOTEL MANAGER What is it? Will there be any more of them? RAY Sir, what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too! PETER Now, Let's talk seriously, now. For the entrapment, we're gonna have to ask you for four big ones. Four thousand dollars for that. But we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast, and that's only going to come to one thousand dollars, fortunately. HOTEL MANAGER Five thousand dollars? I had no idea it would be so much. I won't pay it. PETER Well, that's all right! We can just put it right back in there. RAY We certainly can, Dr. Venkman. HOTEL MANAGER No, no, no, no! All right! I'll pay anything! PETER Thanks so much. RAY Thank you! Hope we can help you again! All right, coming through! Watch out! Class Five full roaming vapor! Watch out! Begin musical montage. Music: Ghostbusters. An apartment A woman does crunches while ROGER GRIMSBY gives the news. ROGER GRIMSBY Good evening, I'm Roger Grimsby. Today the entire eastern seaboard is alive with talk of incidents of paranormal activity. Alleged ghost sightings and related supernatural occurrences have been reported across the entire tri-state area. New York City street JOE FRANKLIN Well, everybody's heard ghost stories around the campfire. Heck, my grandma used to spin yarns about a spectral locomotive that would rocket past the farm where she grew up! But now, as if some unperceived authority... Ghostbusters HQ; bedroom Alarm bell rings. PETER, RAY and EGON run out, still in their sleeping clothes. USA Today wipes to: Street Ecto-1 rushes past. New York Post wipes to: Outside Chinese restaurant A Chinese man gives PETER and RAY some free Peking duck. They bow in thanks. Outside a building RAY wields a trap. RAY Stand aside please! A street Ecto-1 drives up. We hear LARRY KING talking. Time wipes to: LARRY KING's studio LARRY KING Hi, this is Larry King. The phone-in topic today: ghosts and ghostbusting. The controversy builds, more sightings are reported. Some maintain these professional paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of it all. Rockefeller Center PETER, RAY and EGON run along. Omni wipes to: Outside a building EGON comes out, with a trap. EGON I got it! Pete? Ray! Outside yet another building PETER, RAY and EGON triumphantly exit to a cheering crowd. RAY waves trap. Atlantic Monthly wipes to: A street The Ghostbusters run down, brandishing proton guns. CASEY KASEM talks. His broadcast runs into the next scene. CASEY KASEM Still making headlines all across the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again, this time at the fashionable dance club, The Rose. The boys in gray slugged it out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, then stayed on to dance the night away with some of the lovely ladies who witnessed the disturbance. This is Casey Kasem! Now on with the countdown. DANA's kitchen DANA listens to CASEY KASEM. Laughs and sips champagne. A building PETER Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week! No job is too big! No fee is too big! Ghostbusters HQ; JANINE's desk JANINE on phone Is it just a mist, or does it have arms and legs? An apartment A woman watches the news as she strings her cello. TV REPORTER to RAY As they say in TV, I'm sure there's one big question on everybody's mind and I imagine you are the man to answer it. How is Elvis? And have you seen him lately? Globe wipes to: Outside Ghostbusters HQ Ecto-1 drives up. Two people ask the tired PETER for autographs. Ghostbusters HQ; bedroom The Ghostbusters sleep. Swirl to dream sequence with dream music. RAY's dream RAY lies in bed. DREAM GHOST hovers above him and vanishes. Then she disappears. An unseen force unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. His eyes cross and his head knocks back in pleasure overload. Ghostbusters HQ; bedroom RAY falls out of bed. Outside Ghostbusters HQ WINSTON ZEDDEMORE, bearing a newspaper ad, looks up at the Ghostbusters logo sign. Wind down Ghostbusters theme. JANINE's desk JANINE interviews WINSTON over the job. JANINE Do you believe in UFOs, astral projection, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis? WINSTON If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say. A tired PETER and RAY enter. RAY Boy, I've gotta get some sleep. I'm dying. PETER You don't look good. RAY I don't? PETER You've looked better. You didn't used to look like this. to JANINE Here's the paper for the woman out in Brooklyn. She paid with Visa. JANINE Here's tonight's worksheet. RAY Oh, great! Two more free repeaters. JANINE This is Winston Zeddemore. He's here about the job. RAY Beautiful. You're hired. Ray Stantz, Pete Venkman. Congratulations. Can you help me, please? gives WINSTON some traps Welcome aboard! Outside Carnegie Hall DANA and VIOLINIST exit the building. DANA I don't know where they get these guest conductors. Someone should tell him that it's not going to do much good to scream at us in German. VIOLINIST Well, I don't think the man is competent to conduct a major symphony orchestra. DANA sees PETER DANA Um, could you wait here a minute? VIOLINIST Uh, sure. DANA going to PETER Dr. Venkman, this is a surprise. PETER That was a wonderful rehearsal. DANA You heard that? PETER Yes. You're the best one in your row. DANA Oh, thank you. You're good. Most people can't hear me with the whole orchestra playing. PETER Hey, I don't have to take this abuse from you. I've got hundreds of people dying to abuse me. DANA I know. You're a big celebrity now. Do you have some information on my case? PETER indicating VIOLINIST Who's the stiff? DANA The stiff happens to be one of the finest musicians in the world! Now do you have some information for me, please? PETER Sure, but I'd prefer to give it to you in private. DANA Why don't you tell me now? PETER Well, okay. I found the name Zuul for you. The name Zuul refers to a demi-god worshipped around 6000 BC by the - what's that word? DANA Hittites. PETER Hittites, the Mesopotamians and the Sumerians. DANA reading PETER's notes Zuul was the minion of Gozer. What's Gozer? PETER Gozer was very big in Sumeria. Big guy. DANA Well, what's he doing in my icebox? PETER I'm working on that. If we could get together Thursday night, I'm thinking nine-ish, you know, we could exchange information. DANA I can't see you Thursday, I'm busy! PETER Miss Barrett, you seem to think there is something wrong up here in your mind that says: he enjoys taking his evenings off and spending them with his clients. No. I'm making a special exception in your case. Because... I respect you. It's corny but I respect you as artist. And as a dresser, too! This is a magnificent coordination you have going here today. DANA All right. I'll see you Thursday. PETER I'll bring The Roylance Guide and we'll eat and read! DANA and VIOLINIST walk off VIOLINIST So! Who the hell was that? DANA Just a friend. VIOLINIST A friend? DANA An old friend. PETER Right, I'll see you Thursday! I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you, sir! And I'm glad you're feeling much better. You're still very pale, though! A little sun... VIOLINIST What's he do? DANA Oh, he's a scientist. PETER spins around as upbeat music plays Outside Ghostbusters HQ We see the building as the music winds down. Ghostbusters HQ; basement RAY shows WINSTON ecto-containment unit. RAY This is where we put all the vapors and entities and slimers that we trap. Quite simple, really. Load a trap here, open, unlock the system. Insert the trap, release, close, lock the system. Set your entry grid, neutralize your field andÉ the light is green, the trap is clean. The ghost is incarcerated here in a custom-made storage facility. JANINE's desk JANINE There's a man from the EPA here to see you. He's waiting in your office. PETER EPA? What's he want? JANINE I don't know. All I do know is that I've been working two weeks without a break and you promised me you'd hire more help. PETER Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries. You gonna answer that? JANINE I've quit better jobs than this. picks up phone Ghostbusters! What do you want?! PETER's office WALTER PECK stands in wait. PETER Can I help you? PECK I'm Walter Peck. I represent the Environmental Protection Agency, the third district. PETER Great! How's it going down there? slaps PECK on back PECK Are you Peter Venkman? PETER Yes, I'm Dr. Venkman. PECK Exactly what are you a doctor of, Mr. Venkman? PETER Well, I have PhD's in parapsychology and psychology. PECK I see. And now you catch ghosts? PETER Yeah, you could say that. PECK And how many ghosts have you caught, Mr. Venkman? PETER I'm not at liberty to say. PECK And where do you put these ghosts, once you catch them? PETER In a storage facility. PECK And would this storage facility be located on these premises? PETER Yes. PECK And may I see this storage facility? PETER No. PECK And why not, Mr. Venkman? PETER Because you did not use the magic word. PECK What is the magic word, Mr. Venkman? PETER Please! PECK May I please see the storage facility? PETER Why do you want to see the storage facility? PECK Well, because I'm curious. I want to know more about what you do here! Frankly, there have been a lot of wild stories in the media and we want to assess for any possible environmental impact from your operation! For instance, the presence of noxious, possibly hazardous waste chemicals in your basement! Now you either show me what is down there or I come back with a court order. PETER You go get a court order! And I'll sue your ass for wrongful prosecution. PECK You can have it your way, Mr. Venkman. Basement EGON I'm worried, Ray. It's getting crowded in there. And all my recent data points to something big on the horizon. WINSTON What do you mean, big? EGON Well. Let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie thirty-five feet long weighing approximately six hundred pounds. RAY coughs violently WINSTON That's a big Twinkie. EGON nods and eats his Twinkie. RAY We could be on the verge of a fourfold crossrip! A PKE surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions! PETER coming down stairs We just had a visit from the Environmental Protection Agency. How's the grid holding up? RAY Not good. WINSTON Tell him about the Twinkie. PETER What about the Twinkie? Ivo Shandor Building Lightning strikes the huge building. The terror dog statues on the roof begin to crumble, revealing the real terror dogs inside. On floor 22 DANA gets off the elevator. She passes LOUIS's apartment. Tries to sneak by quietly, but LOUIS runs out to greet her. Music: Hot Night. LOUIS Oh, Dana, it's you! DANA Hello, Louis. LOUIS You gotta come in here! You're missing a classic party! DANA Yes, well, I would, Louis. But I have a date. LOUIS disappointed You made a date tonight? DANA Well, I'm sorry, Louis. I forgot. LOUIS Well, that's okay. You can bring him along! DANA All right, maybe we'll stop by. Okay? goes into apartment LOUIS That's great, I'll tell everybody you're coming. We're gonna play Twister and we're gonna do some break dancing. Hey, everybody - can't open door; has locked himself out... again Hey, let me in! It's Louis, somebody let me in! DANA's living room DANA starts to change. Phone rings. DANA Hello? Oh, hi Mom. - I've been busy. - No, everything is fine. Just that one time. - I will. - I won't. - Mom, I have to go. I have a date. - Yes. - No, no one you know. It's, um- Well, he's a Ghostbuster. Those guys on TV. - Yes, well, I'll have to let you know. Love to Dad. Right. Bye. - Bye! Hangs up. Growling noise. Oh shit. Claw from her chair grabs her. Another shuts her mouth. She screams and screams. Chair swivels around. Door opens. A terror dog growls at her. Chair rushes out the door. Ivo Shandor Building; roof Terror dog statues are crumbled. LOUIS's apartment Music: Disco Inferno. WOMAN AT PARTY Do you have any Excedrin or Extra Strength Tylenol? LOUIS Gee, I think all I got is this cedacelacytic acid. Generic. See, I can get six hundred tablets of that for the same price as three hundred of the name brand. Makes good financial sense. Good advice. Hey, this is real smoked salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada, $24.95 a pound. It only cost me $14.12 after tax, though. I'm giving this whole thing as a promotional expense. That's why I invited clients instead of friends. You having a good time, Marv? How ya doing? Why don't you have some of the Brie? It's at room temperature! You think it's too warm in here for the Brie? TALL WOMAN AT PARTY Louis, I'm going home. LOUIS Oh, don't leave yet. Listen, maybe if we start dancing, other people will join in. TALL WOMAN AT PARTY Okay! They dance. Doorbell rings. LOUIS Oh, don't move. I just gotta get the door. opens door to reveal TED FLEMING and ANNETTE FLEMING Ted! Annette! Hi! How you doing? Give me your coats. Everybody, this is Ted and Annette Fleming. Ted has a small carpet-cleaning business in receivership, and that's drawing a salary from a deferred bonus from two years ago. They've got fifteen thousand left on the house at 8%; so they're okay! throws coats into closet on top of a terror dog So, does anybody want to play Parcheesi? growling Okay! Who brought the dog? Terror dog jumps out. Party guests scream. TALL WOMAN AT PARTY jumps out window. LOUIS runs away. Corridor Terror dog smashes through door. LOUIS runs into elevator. LOUIS'S NEIGHBOR leaves her apartment. Sees terror dog, yells and runs back in. Outside Ivo Shandor Building LOUIS running Help! There's a bear loose in my apartment! Help, help! Help! jumps over a wall DOORMAN A bear in his apartment? terror dog runs out, knocks DOORMAN over and jumps over wall Tavern-on-the-Green LOUIS runs. LOUIS I'm going to bring this up at the next tenant's meeting. There's not supposed to be any pets in the building. bangs on windows There's gotta be in a way in. Somebody let me in! keeps screaming, then turns to face terror dog Nice doggie. Cute little pooch. Maybe I got a Milk-Bone... Terror dog growls. LOUIS screams. Restaurant guests are quiet for a couple of seconds, then resume normal conversation. Outside Ivo Shandor Building PETER What happened? POLICE CAPTAIN Some moron brought a cougar to a party and it went berserk. PETER to DOORMAN Hi, I'm going up to Dana Barrett's. DOORMAN shows him in Floor 22 Police question partygoers about LOUIS. PARTY GUESTS T, u, l, l, y. No! He ran out! PETER knocks on DANA's door. PETER Hello? DANA has become ZUUL. Eerie music plays. She has wild hair and a bright orange dress. That's a different look for you, isn't it? DANA Are you the Keymaster? PETER Not that I know of. She slams door in his face. He knocks again. DANA Are you the Keymaster? PETER Yes. Inside DANA's apartment PETER I'm a friend of his. He told me to meet him here. I didn't get your name. DANA I am Zuul. I am the Gatekeeper. PETER What are we doing today, Zuul? DANA We must prepare for the coming of Gozer. PETER Gozer, huh? DANA The Destructor. PETER Are we still going out? You know, you could pick up the place if you're expecting someone. DANA flops on bed, writhing up and down Do you want this body? PETER Is this a trick question? I guess the roses worked, huh. DANA Take me now, subcreature. PETER We never talk any more. DANA grabs him and pulls him down I make it a rule never to get involved with possessed people. Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule. she rolls them over DANA I want you inside me. PETER Go ahead! No, I can't, sounds like you've already got at least two people in there already. breaks free Might a little crowded. Now, why don't you quit trying to upset and disturb Dr. Venkman and just relax. Lie down there, relax. Put your hands on your chest. Yes. What I'd like to do is talk to Dana. I wanna talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter. DANA There is no Dana. There is only Zuul. PETER Whoa, Zuulie you nut. Now come on. Come on. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Relax, come on. Dana, Dana. Can I talk to Dana? DANA smiles a vicious smile. The voice of ZUUL eminates from her. ZUUL There is no Dana, only Zuul! PETER What a lovely singing voice you must have. Now I'm going to count to three, Zuulie, and if I don't get to hear Dana, there's going to be some real trouble in this apartment, I think. One! Two! DANA's eyes flutter and turn white Two and a half! The voice of ZUUL screams. DANA rises above the bed. Please come down. ZUUL roars Central Park LOUIS has become Vinz Clortho. He runs around talking to himself. LOUIS I am the Keymaster! The Destructor will come, the Traveler! The Destroyer! Gatekeeper! approaches a horse on a wagon I am Vinz. Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer, Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are you the Gatekeeper? COACHMAN Hey, he pulls the wagon, I make the deals. You wanna ride? LOUIS's eyes flare red. He talks to the horse again. LOUIS Wait for the sign, and our prisoners will be released. running away You will perish in flame! Soon as I find the Gatekeeper! COACHMAN What an asshole. Outside Ghostbusters HQ POLICE CAPTAIN knocks on door. JANINE answers. JANINE Dropping off or picking up? POLICE CAPTAIN Dropping off. JANINE Just a moment. EGON comes out with JANINE POLICE CAPTAIN You a Ghostbuster? EGON Yes. POLICE CAPTAIN We picked up this guy, now we don't know what to do with him. Bellevue doesn't want him and I'm afraid to put him in the lock-up. And I know you guys are into this stuff, so I figured we'd check with you. EGON All right. LOUIS is in the van in a straight jacket. LOUIS Are you the Gatekeeper? EGON runs a PKE meter over LOUIS and watches the readings climb EGON You'd better bring him inside. JANINE You are so kind to take care of that poor man. You know, you're a real humanitarian. EGON I don't think he's human. Ghostbusters HQ lab EGON What'd you say your name was? LOUIS Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer. JANINE looking at LOUIS's wallet Well, according to this, his name's Louis Tully. Lives on Central Park West. Do you want some coffee, Mr. Tully? LOUIS Do I? EGON Yes, have some. LOUIS Yes, have some. EGON Vinz, you said before you were waiting for a sign. What sign are you waiting for? LOUIS Gozer the Traveler! He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the Rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveler came as a large and moving Torb! Then, during the Third Reconciliation of the Last of the Meketrex Supplicants, they chose a new form for him, that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of a Sloar that day, I can tell you! JANINE Egon? EGON going to JANINE, talking to LOUIS Excuse me. JANINE There's something very strange about that man... LOUIS is sniffing a jar of popcorn Listen, I'm usually very psychic, and I'm have a terrible feeling that something awful is going to happen to you. I'm afraid you're going to die. EGON holds JANINE in his arms. Phone rings. LOUIS jumps. EGON I'll get it! Picks up. LOUIS drags the rest of the phone over to him. Hello? Thanks, I've got it. DANA's apartment PETER Egon, it's Peter. I have some news from the world of Gozer. EGON over phone What is it, Peter? PETER I'm here with Dana Barrett. It seems that the Goz' has been putting some moves on my would-be girlfriend! EGON How is she? PETER I think we can get her a guest shot on Wild Kingdom. I just whacked her up with about 300 cc's of thorozine. She's going to take a little nap now. She says she's the Gatekeeper, does that make any sense to you? Ghostbusters HQ EGON Some. I've just met the Keymaster. He's here with me now. PETER over phone Oh, wonderful, we have to get these two together. LOUIS takes a slice of pizza, sniffs it and sticks it on his cheek EGON I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous. PETER Okay, well, hold on to him. I'll be over there in a little while. EGON Good. LOUIS takes phone from EGON. Thank you, Vinz. to JANINE We have to find Ray. I need him here immediately. DANA's apartment DANA lies on her bed, asleep. PETER Bad news, honey. I gotta go to work. Hey, will you stay here in bed until I get back? kisses her Brooklyn Bridge Ecto-1 drives across the bridge. WINSTON drives. RAY is studying blueprints. WINSTON Hey, Ray, do you believe in God? RAY Never met him. WINSTON Yeah, well I do. And I love Jesus's style, you know. RAY ... this roof cap is made of a magnesium-tungsten alloy... WINSTON What are you so involved in there? RAY These are the blueprints for the structural ironwork for Dana's apartment building, and they're very, very strange. WINSTON Hey, Ray. Do you remember something in the Bible about the last days, when the dead would rise from the grave? RAY I remember Revelation 7:12. And I looked, as he opened the sixth seal, and behold, there was a great earthquake, and the sun became as black as sackcloth. And the moon became as blood. WINSTON And the seas boiled and the skies fell. RAY Judgment Day. WINSTON Judgment Day. RAY Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world. WINSTON Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy lately is because the dead have been rising from the grave? long pause RAY shivering How about a little music? WINSTON Yeah. Ecto-1 drives onward. Outside Ghostbusters HQ Police cars drive up. A man gives PECK a manila folder. Inside Ghostbusters HQ PECK enters, with POLICE CAPTAIN and CON EDISON MAN. PECK This way. JANINE Excuse me. Excuse me! Just where do you think you're going? PECK Stand aside, miss, or I'll have you arrested for interfering with a police - JANINE Oh no, hold on! I've seen TV, I know you can't come in here without a writ or warrant or something! PECK brandishing manila folder Cease and desist all commerce order, seizure of premises and chattels, ban on use of public utilities for unauthorized waste handlers, and a federal entry and inspection order. he continues on Basement EGON Vinz, there's one more test I'd like to perform - JANINE runs down. PECK, POLICE CAPTAIN and CON EDISON MAN follow. JANINE Egon, I tried to stop them! He says they have a warrant. EGON Excuse me, this is private property! PECK pointing out ecto-containment unit Shut this off. Shut these all off. EGON I'm warning you, turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous. PECK I'll tell you what's hazardous. You're facing federal prosecution for at least half a dozen environmental violations. Now either you shut these beams off or we shut them off for you. Outside Ghostbusters HQ A taxi drops PETER off. Ghostbusters HQ; basement EGON Try to understand. This is a high voltage laser containment system. Simply turning it off would be like dropping a bomb on the city. PECK Don't patronize me! I'm not grotesquely stupid like the people you bilk! PETER coming down stairs At ease, officer. I'm Peter Venkman. I think there's just been a slight misunderstanding and I wanna to cooperate in any way that I can. PECK Forget it, Venkman! You had your chance to cooperate, but you thought it'd be more fun to insult me. Well, now it is my turn, wise ass. EGON He wants to shut down the protection grid, Peter. PETER You shut that thing down and we are not going to be held responsible for whatever happens. PECK On the contrary! You're going to be held responsible. PETER No! We won't be held responsible! PECK Shut it off! PETER Don't shut it off. I'm warning you. CON EDISON MAN I - I've never seen anything like this before. PECK I'm not interested in your opinion, just shut it off. PETER stopping CON EDISON MAN My friend, don't be a jerk. POLICE CAPTAIN Step aside! PECK If he does that again, you can shoot him. POLICE CAPTAIN You do your job, pencil neck! Don't tell me how to do mine! PETER Thank you, officer. PECK Shut it off! PETER starts up stairs. EGON makes an explosion with his fingers in POLICE CAPTAIN's face, mouthing "Boom". CON ED MAN pulls red lever. Alarms goes off. Lights flash. DANA's apartment DANA trembles. Ghostbusters HQ; basement Walls tremble. Bricks pop out. Everyone starts running. CON EDISON MAN Oh shit. Ghostbusters HQ; entrance Everyone runs like hell. EGON Clear the building! Outside Ghostbusters HQ LOUIS runs out. The door of the fire house is smoking. The roof explodes. DANA's apartment DANA is jolted awake. Outside Ghostbusters HQ Explosion. Pink strams of psychokinetic energy zap out. Crowd gathers. LOUIS This is it! This is the sign! walks away JANINE Yeah, it's a sign all right; we're going out of business. Ecto-1 drives up. Police start to arrive. RAY What happened? EGON The storage facilities blew. He shut off the protection grid. RAY Oh, great. WINSTON That's bad, isn't it? RAY Yeah. PETER Where's the Keymaster? EGON Shit! RAY Who's the Keymaster? EGON Come on! The Ghoustbusters run. PECK and some police stop them. PECK Hold it! I want this man arrested. Captain, these men are in criminal violation of the Environmental Protection Act, and this explosion is a direct result of it! EGON Your mother - They fight. Police try to keep order. The ghosts keep pouring out of the fire house roof. Music: Magic. New York City The pink streams fly over the city. DANA's apartment DANA goes to her window, grinning. Outside subway tunnel LOUIS passes. Papers fly around. A blue creature rises up out of tunnel. By taxi Pink smoke enters a taxi's exhaust. BUSINESSMAN IN CAB enters. BUSINESSMAN IN CAB Columbia Building, 53rd street, and I'm in a hurry, so let's not dawdle. Driver is a zombie. Drives at breakneck speed, making a U-turn. Other cars swerve. Street LOUIS walks down street, gazing upwards. Hot dog cart Slimer is inside, pigging out. DANA's apartment Bolts of pink light fly up, past her window. Another street LOUIS walks down, gazing upwards. DANA's apartment Her wall explodes. Street Pigeons fly from LOUIS. Remnants of DANA's apartment She stares out, her hair blowing in the wind. Jail WINSTON Hey, guard! I want to make a phone call! I just work with these guys! I wasn't even there! RAY and EGON look over blueprints EGON The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space. RAY Cold riveted girders with cores of pure selenium. PETER to other jailbirds Everyone getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don't make them like they used to. RAY No! Nobody ever made them like this! The architect was either a certified genius or an aesthetic wacko! PETER Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy, engineering or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on. RAY You never studied. The whole building is a huge super-conductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend, Pete, lives in the corner penthouse of Spook Central. PETER She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers! She barks, she drools, she claws... EGON It's not the girl, Peter, it's the building! Something terrible is about the enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor. I found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in 1920 he founded a secret society. PETER Let me guess. Gozer worshippers. EGON Right. PETER No studying! EGON After the First World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone. he had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen! PETER singing So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa! Somebody's coming! Somebody's coming! RAY We have to get out of here. We've gotta get a judge or something. WINSTON Hey! Hey! Hold it! Now we going to actually going to go before a federal judge and say that some moldy old Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West and start tearing up the city? RAY Sumerian, not Babylonian. PETER Yeah, big difference! WINSTON No offense, guys, but I gotta get my own lawyer. JAIL GUARD Okay, Ghostbusters! The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy! Let's go. PETER to other jailbirds I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap with me about some things. Outside Ivo Shandor Building LOUIS walks by. Shocked. Looks up to the top. Remnants of DANA's apartment LOUIS I am the Keymaster! DANA I am the Gatekeeper. they kiss, then go up the stairs to the Temple of Zuul Outside City Hall Police escort Ghostbusters to the MAYOR. Reporters and photographers try to get press. Music: Savin' The Day. POLICE CAPTAIN Stay back! Stay back! Inside MAYOR's office MAYOR I got a city blowing up, and you guys are not giving me any answers! POLICE COMMISIONER All right. We're blocking the bridges, the roads. I mean - MAYOR'S AIDE The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor. MAYOR The Ghostbusters, all right, the Ghostbusters. Hey, where's this Peck? PECK I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report. These men are consummate snowball artists! They use sensitive nerve gases to induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts! And they call these bozos, who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show! RAY Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here. PECK They caused an explosion! MAYOR Is this true? PETER Yes, it's true. This man has no dick. PECK lunges at PETER. Police try to break up fight. POLICE SERGEANT Break it up, break it up! PETER Well, that's what I heard! MAYOR This is City Hall! Now what am I gonna do here, John? What is this? FIRE COMMISIONER All I know is: that was no light show we saw this morning. I've seen every kind of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me. POLICE COMMISIONER The walls in the 53rd precinct were bleeding. How do you explain that? ARCHBISHOP entering Good afternoon, gentlemen. MAYOR Oh... Your Eminence! kisses ARCHBISHOP's ring ARCHBISHOP How are you, Lenny? MAYOR You're looking good, Mike. gives ARCHBISHOP a friendly slap We're in a real fix, here. What do you think I should do? ARCHBISHOP Lenny, officially, the Church will not take any position on the religious implications of these phenomena. Personally, Lenny, I think it's a sign from God. But don't quote me on that. MAYOR I think that's a smart move, Mike. But I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell everyone to start praying. WINSTON I'm Winston Zeddemore, Your Honor. Look, I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks. But I gotta tell you, these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you white! PETER Well, you could believe Mr. Pecker. PECK My name is Peck! PETER Or you could accept the fact that this city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions. MAYOR What do you mean, biblical? RAY What he means is Old Testament biblical, Mr. Mayor. Real wrath-of-God-type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming from the sky! Rivers and seas boiling! EGON Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanoes! WINSTON The dead rising from the grave! PETER Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria! MAYOR Enough! I get the point! What if you're wrong? PETER If I'm wrong, nothing happens! We go to jail. Peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it! But if I'm right, and we can stop this thing; Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters. MAYOR smiles. ARCHBISHOP nods. PECK all the wind sucked out of his sails I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men. PETER smiles a smug smile. MAYOR Get him out of here. PETER waving Bye. PECK I'll fix you, Venkman. I'm gonna fix you! PETER I am going to send you a nice fruit basket. I'm gonna miss him! PECK All right, all right! MAYOR You've got work to do. Now what do you need from me? The streets of New York Music: Savin' The Day. The streets are clear, but the sidewalks are jammed with people waving signs and cheering. Military and police personnel yell things. The Ghostbusters wait in Ecto-1 with their police escort. PETER Come on, let's run some red lights! The cars start moving. Outside Ivo Shandor Building Dark clouds gather atop the building, shrouding the Temple of Zuul. The police escort drives up. The Ghostbusters get out and suit up. The crowd cheers. PETER Hello, New York! Well, hi, everyone! raises RAY's hand high Dr. Ray Stantz! Would you please? The heart of the Ghostbusters! Thank you. They love you. They love you here! walks down the sidewalk, shaking and kissing hands I like that shirt, pal! Gotta run. Got a date with a ghost! All right, whatever happens, let's be professionals. The Ghostbusters assemble in front of the building, looking up at the darkness above. Lightning strikes the building. RAY We might have to put a little overtime in on this one! Earthquake! A water main breaks. People fall and scream. A pit opens below the Ghostbusters. They fall in. So does the front end of a police car. The earthquake suddenly stops. The crowd comes to its feet. PEOPLE IN CROWD Are you all right? Ghostbusters? Are they all right? A dazed RAY pops out of the hole There they are! the others climb out of the hole Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! PETER We're all right, it's all right, we can take it! You gotta learn to play rough! You wanna play rough? RAY Yeah! WINSTON Let's go! Music: Savin' The Day. They grab hands, pushing down, then up, and go into building Ivo Shandor Building; many flights of stairs They groan as they climb the stairs. PETER Where are we? RAY Oh, it looks like we're in the teens somewhere. PETER Well, when we get to twenty, tell me. I'm gonna throw up. Temple of Zuul DANA and LOUIS stand on terror dog pedestals. Lightning shoots between them and the gates to the spirit world. The gates open up. Floor 22 RAY Twenty-two. Is this it? PETER Yeah. EGON Art Deco. Very nice. RAY Where is it? PETER It's at the end of the hall. Remnants of DANA's apartment RAY points out the stairs to the Temple of Zuul. RAY Hey, where do these stairs go? PETER They go up. He's about to go upstairs. Lightning goes off. He pushes his friends on. Okay. Go ahead. Come on, go ahead. Come on. Go ahead! Temple of Zuul The Ghostbusters arrive. Lightning strikes DANA and LOUIS. PETER Dana! DANA and LOUIS turn into terror dogs Okay. That's all. She's a dog. The Ghostbusters line up in front of the temple. GOZER emerges from the temple. RAY It's a girl. GOZER pets the terror dogs EGON It's Gozer. WINSTON I thought Gozer was a man. EGON It's whatever it wants to be. PETER Well, whatever it is, it's gotta get by us! RAY Right! PETER Go get her, Ray! RAY steps up RAY Gozer the Gozerian! Good evening! As a duly designated representative of the state, county and city of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension! PETER That ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray. GOZER Are you a god? PETER nods "yes" to RAY RAY No. GOZER reaching its arms back into the temple Then... die! Fires lightning at the Ghostbusters. They sail across the temple, clinging to the edge of the building. Outside Ivo Shandor Building Crowd screams. Temple of Zuul WINSTON Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, "Yes!" RAY nods PETER All right. This chick is toast! they march up to the temple Got your stick? PETER, RAY, EGON, WINSTON unhooking proton guns Holding! PETER Heat 'em up! PETER, RAY, EGON, WINSTON charging guns Smoking! PETER Make 'em hard! PETER, RAY, EGON, WINSTON Ready! PETER Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown. Strike! They blast GOZER. It yowls and flips across the temple. Nimble little minx, isn't she? Aim for the flat top! They blast again. GOZER vanishes. Well! That wasn't so hard. RAY We neutralized it! You know what that means? A complete particle reversal! WINSTON Hey, we have the tools, we have the talent! PETER It's Miller time! EGON looking at PKE meter Ray? This looks extraordinarily bad. Earthquake at the temple. Rocks fall. Look out! Outside Ivo Shandor Building Rocks fall. Crowd screams. Temple of Zuul Voice of GOZER sounds. GOZER Subcreatures! Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destructor, Volguus Zildrohar, the Traveler, has come! Choose and perish! RAY What do you mean, choose? We don't understand! GOZER Choose! Choose the form of the Destructor! PETER Whoa! I get it, I get it. Very cute! Whatever we think of - if we think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover will appear and destroy us, okay? So empty your heads. Empty your heads. Don't think of anything. We've only got one shot at this. GOZER The choice is made! The Traveler has come! PETER Whoa! Whoa! Nobody choosed anything! Did you choose anything? EGON No! PETER Did you? WINSTON My mind's totally blank! PETER I didn't choose anything! PETER, EGON and WINSTON stare at RAY RAY trembling I couldn't help it. It just popped in there! PETER What? What just popped in there? RAY I - I tried to think - stomping and screaming from below EGON Look! RAY No! It can't be! WINSTON What is it? RAY It can't be! WINSTON What did you do, Ray? RAY It can't be! WINSTON Aw, shit! RAY solemnly It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. Outside Shandor Building Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man stomps cars as people run and scream in terror. Temple of Zuul PETER Well, there's something you don't see every day. RAY I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay-Puft... PETER Nice thinking, Ray. RAY We used to roast Stay-Puft marshmallows, by the fire at Camp Waconda! PETER Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon. What have you got left? EGON Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man growls at them. WINSTON Oh, no. PETER Mother pus-bucket! Outside Shandor Building PECK keeps his distance from the marshmallow man. It stomps on a church. Temple of Zuul PETER Nobody steps on a church in my town! RAY One, two, three! Roast him! They blast Mr. Stay-Puft. It puts him on fire which soars up to them. He climbs up the side of the building. PETER Whoa... they run and hide RAY Funny, us going out like this. Killed by a hundred-foot marshmallow man. PETER We've been going about this all wrong! This Mr. Stay-Puft isn't so bad. He's a sailor, he's in New York; we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble! marshmallow man continues scaling up the side of building EGON I have a radical idea. The door swings both ways. We could reverse the particle flow through the gate. PETER How? EGON We'll cross the streams. PETER Excuse me, Egon, you said crossing the streams was bad. RAY Cross the streams... PETER You're gonna endanger us, you're gonna endanger our client. The nice lady who paid us in advance before she became a dog. EGON Not necessarily. There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive. PETER giving RAY a friendly slap I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it. Let's do it! WINSTON This job is definitely not worth eleven-five a year! they run to the temple just as Mr. Stay-Puft lifts his head up EGON Hurry! PETER See you on the other side, Ray. fires RAY Nice working with you, Dr. Venkman. Fires. They cross the streams. Let's turn 'em on, Spengler! EGON and WINSTON fire Cross 'em now, Spengler! Mr. Stay-Puft sees what's going on. He screams. The four proton beams combine to make one big one, blasting right into the temple. The gates swing shut. PETER, RAY, EGON, WINSTON shouting randomly Aggh! Oh, no! Help! It's gonna blow! Let's get out of here! They stop firing and run away. The Temple of Zuul explodes. Mr. Stay-Puft does as well. Outside Ivo Shandor Building Marshmallow spatters all over. PECK looks up just in time to see a big glob splatter on him. He yells and curses at the sky. Remnants of Temple of Zuul Marshmallow all over everything, including RAY and WINSTON. RAY Oh... oh... Winston? Are you all right? WINSTON Yeah, yeah. they laugh RAY Venkman? Spengler? Venkman? Spengler? EGON, covered in marshmallow, enters Oh, Spengler, are you okay? EGON I feel like the floor of a taxi cab. PETER enters. He has very little marshmallow on him. RAY Venkie! PETER Yeah. I'm all right. RAY Thank God. You okay? EGON I'm all right. RAY You all right? PETER I'm all right. RAY You okay? PETER Fine... Walks away. Comes across remnants of terror dog statue. RAY Oh. Smells like barbecued dog hair. Oh... Venkman. Oh, Venkman, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I... I just forgot. PETER walks away sadly. Then part of the statue breaks off. A hand reaches out. DANA Mm... RAY Look! The Ghostbusters break open the statue, and PETER lifts DANA out. LOUIS, with a terror dog statue head on his head, walks around helplessly. LOUIS Somebody turn on the lights! Help! Somebody turn on the lights! PETER Go check on that little guy! RAY, EGON and WINSTON go to help them. They remove the terror dog head. LOUIS What happened? DANA coming to Oh... oh... oh... where am I? opens eyes, sees PETER Oh... hi... EGON regarding LOUIS He'll be all right. LOUIS Boy, the superintendent's gonna be pissed. RAY Are you okay? LOUIS Who are you guys? RAY We're the Ghostbusters. LOUIS Who does your taxes? PETER leads DANA away. RAY, EGON and LOUIS start to walk off. RAY You know, Mr. Tully, you are a most fortunate individual! LOUIS I know. RAY You have been a participant in the biggest interdimensional crossrip since the Tunguska blast of 1909! LOUIS Felt great! EGON We'd like to get a sample of your brain tissue. LOUIS Okay. WINSTON throwing up hands and cheering I love this town! Outside Ivo Shandor Building Music: Ghostbusters. The crowd cheers for the Ghostbusters. PETER gives DANA a long kiss on the lips. RAY takes a puff on a cigarette as he waves. PETER escorts DANA into Ecto-1. EGON leaves building. JANINE runs into his arms. JANINE Egon! They kiss. He pats her cheeks. LOUIS comes out, waving. LOUIS What's going on? Does anyone wanna interview me? I'm an eyewitness. I was up there! Red Cross employees take him off, but LOUIS protests. I wanna go with them, in the car. WINSTON puts his proton pack away. The Ghostbusters get into Ecto-1 and the crowd parts to let them through. As Ecto-1 drives off, the crowd chases after it. Slimer flies above the crowd, screaming, and flies into the camera. Fade to black. Final credits roll. The End

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Day 9 Haunted Places in RI (13 Days of Halloween)

Every place has its tales of terror, especially at Halloween when ghosts are all the rage. Below is a list of 13 favorite local haunts for my state - Rhode Island! Being one of the oldest colonies in the United States, little Rhode Island has its fair share of old buildings and they are full of stories.

1. Byron Read Building - Coventry, Rhode Island

In the town of Coventry, Rhode Island sits an abandoned building on Washington Street. The local historical building located at 706 Washington RI 02816 as been falling to ruin over time. Formally owned by local business owner Byron Read, it has been home to Gorton’s funeral home services, a furniture maker, a Glasswares shop, child carriages builders, and those who sold furs, feathers, carpets and linoleum.This building, has been empty for decades but it does see the occasional short lived tennant. One renter in the 1990’s was using the space as a makeshift recording studio. Afterward, they regretted their decision.

The band knew the building’s history but they didn't give this a second thought. They didn’t expect to encounter anything unusual but what they experienced shocked them. They reported hearing loud banging sounds that would interrupt their recordings.Soon after band members witnessed several apparitions. One of these ghosts was a tall man wearing traditional baggy clothing. They saw this ghost walk right through walls. Another ghost they saw on several occasions was a small man that wore glasses. They allegedly identified this man as an undertaker from a portrait that was left in the building. The undertaker would frequently close the double doors in a room they used for rehearsals.

It is rumored that the creepiest activity they encountered was a woman’s mournful cries. During one of the band’s last visits to their new studio, they heard the doors slam shut behind them and as they began to record they heard other bangs within the building. They also reported hearing a female voice screaming. They seemed to be coming from the top floor but were so loud the band members could hear them throughout the building. When they built up their courage to investigate, the band went up to the 3rd floor and switched on the lights to the large room. Once the lights were on the noises immediately stopped.

Other witnesses state that they have seen lights flicker on and off and several have seen dark entities moving around the building. I myself would love to go in and explore. The building looks like i would make a lovely book shop and cafe. Maybe even one where the books would organize themselves! How fun would that be to own?

2. Nathanael Greene Homestead - Coventry, RI

Going down the road a bit in Coventry, you can find the Nathanael Greene Homestead. This home, now a museum, is located on Taft Street. Dating back to 1770, the historic home was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1971 and is recognized as a National Historic Landmark. This was once the home to American Revolutionary War General Nathanael Greene from 1770 to 1776, and then to his brother Jacob Greene and his wife Margaret. Today, the home is owned and operated by the General Nathanael Greene Homestead Association, a local non-profit organization.

A number of strange things are rumored to happen here.The baby carriage in Elizabeth Margaret's room has been known to move on its own. Other reports include apparitions, voices, screams, disembodied footsteps, door latches that open and close by themselves, and the sound of a phantom carriage driving up to the house. And in the unused kitchen, witnesses have reported the smell of bread baking. This range of spooky activity has given the house a reputation of being one of the most haunted buildings in Rhode Island.

The Nathanael Greene Homestead is one of the few on our list that is still open to small tours so be sure to check it out!

3. The White Horse Tavern - Newport, RI

America's Oldest Tavern is serving more than the expected spirits! The oldest, and supposedly most haunted tavern in America, White Horse Tavern opened in 1673 at which point it served as a courthouse, a meeting place for Colonists, British soldiers, pirates, sailors and founding fathers, and lastly, a private residence. According to legend, and some eye-witness tavern employees, several ghosts still occupy the tavern.

The ghost stories here go back decades and the list of sightings is longer than the Tavern’s bar menu! Many staff members claim to hear and see strange things frequently. There have been accounts of being tapped on the shoulder and disembodied footsteps overheard from nearby empty rooms. Ghostly sightings are said to include an elderly man in Colonial garb, a seamen who previously died on the premises, and a female reported floating above one of the dining tables. Would you like to arrange a visit?

4. Belcourt Castle - Newport, RI

Built in 1895, The Belcourt Castle is located at 657 Bellevue Avenue, Newport, RI. It was constructed as a summer cottage for Oliver Hazard Perry Belmont and was designed by architect Richard Morris Hunt. The home features a Chateau style and is 50,000 square feet, which leaves plenty of room for hauntings. It was purchased by the Tinney Family in 1956, who used the estate to showcase their expansive art and antiques collection. On July 28, 1957, Belcourt opened its doors to the public for guided tours of the museum.

The Belcourt is rumored to be one of Rhode Island's most haunted spots, it isn’t haunted by an actual ghost, instead it is home to haunted objects and antiques on display. Some antiques on this list are haunted chairs that move and send tingles up the spines to those who sit in them and a monk's statue that allegedly claimed the man's spirit that it was modeled on. There is also a suit of armor rumored to echo with the death cry of its original owner. A guest to the mansion, Harle Tinney discusses his interaction with this suit of armor in Haunted Newport:

"No one was home so I thought it was strange that the lights were on in the ballroom. Being naturally conservative and not wanting to burn the electricity unnecessarily, I went through the ballroom to turn out the lights. After I had turned off the switch, there was a very little light left. As I passed the front of the armor, something screamed at me. It was a horrible and loud, roaring sound. Then the lights went back on and I turned them off again and the armor screamed. When it screamed a third time, I ran as fast as I could from the room. The scream was terrifying. It sounded like someone was being killed."

The amount of paranormal activity at this century-old estate makes it one of Rhode Island's spookiest destinations. If you're feeling brave enough, the house offers tours of the haunted rooms and worldly antiques. And the sixty-room mansion has a lot of them!

5. Fort Wetherill - Jamestown, RI

Fort Wetherill is another one of the most haunted places in Rhode Island, but it may have the oldest haunt on this list. It is told that when the British took control of the Fort in 1776 they were terrorized by a black dog who prowled there. In British folklore, a black dog is said to be an omen of death so they were understandably kept on edge by his appearance.

He is still spotted on occasion at Fort Wetherill usually glaring at people before disappearing through a wall. To this day, people still report growling, barking, and howling there.

Rebuilt as a park in 1899, Fort Wetherill is located on Conanicut Island and sits on the East Passage of Narragansett Bay opposite Fort Adams State Park. Almost a century later the Fort would see death again when four women were found murdered and dumped in the water near the docks in 1985, all of them just in their 20s. Ever since the tragic incident, there have been over 200 police reports regarding paranormal activity.

Despite the violent history, the former artillery fort can has long been an interesting place for locals and tourists alike to hike through during the spring and summer. There is a museum’s worth of graffiti on the walls adding to the atmosphere. You only have to worry about staying after sundown if you don’t want things to get weird.

6. Chestnut Hill Cemetery - Exeter, RI

This is perhaps the best known haunted place in Rhode Island. Nestled in the Chestnut Hill Baptist Church Cemetery, flowers and trinkets adorning her well-worn tombstone, lays Mercy Brown . In 1892, when Mercy Brown died from tuberculosis it was nothing abnormal. In fact, she wasn’t even the first in her immediate family to suffer through the same sickness. Mercy, her mother, and two of her siblings all died of consumption and her brother was at the time sick as well. This was during a period when there was a great deal of hysteria surrounding vampires in New England and rumors persisted that one of the Browns must be undead.

This hysteria led to the families’ bodies being exhumed.But as more and more people began to die from the dreaded disease, suspicion arose that supernatural powers were to blame. Mercy’s mother and sister were dug up for inspection and after seeing sufficient decomposition to the bodies, were deemed safely dead. But Mercy, whose body was being stored in an above ground vault due to the frozen ground, seemed merely sleeping. When they cut out her heart to examine it, the frozen liquid was still bright red and that seemed to prove it. To the town, Mercy was a vampire and the only way to heal the evil she had spread and stop her victims from dying was to burn her heart and liver and mix the ashes in a tonic to feed to those victims. Even to some locals, this was too much. The story soon spread nationwide and even crossed the pond, allegedly inspiring Bram Stoker’s famou tale, Dracula.

Today, Mercy's grave is protected by a metal band connected to a post imbedded into the ground to prevent it from being stolen. Some visitors still claim Mercy’s ghost has been seen around the tomb wearing a dirty, ripped gown.

In one instance, a visitor to the cemetery managed to record a young woman’s voice in EVP form saying, “Please let me rest in peace”. Whether this was Mercy’s ghost or not, I think we can all agree that the poor young woman has been through enough in life and death and should be left to rest in peace.

7. The Ladd School - Exeter, RI

The Ladd School, formerly known as the Rhode Island School for the Feeble Minded, was founded in 1908 . Over the years it came to be home to criminals and other people society felt would be best removed from the general population. This included everyone from the mentally ill to promiscuous women. The school became known for horrible and often immoral acts against those who were being cared for.

Those acts included but are not limited to forced sterilizations, lobotomys, and other barbaric treatments including murder of disabled children. In addition to staff harming the patients, many of them committed crimes against each other as well.

This abandoned building is now known to be one of the most haunted abandoned places in the united States. It is common for electronic items to be drained of power and many locals report hearing moaning, footsteps or shuffling feet and crying throughout the main building and other surrounding buildings. Witnesses have also claimed to hear disembodied voices murmuring, whispering or crying out. Doors have been seen opening or closing without explanation. These same doors also seem to lock at times even if there is no lock on the door itself.  Eerie growling sounds have been heard in patients' former rooms, when no animals are present. Some visitors here have also claimed they were touched, shoved, or they've had items knocked out of their hands by some unseen force. 

Outside, visitors have claimed to see human shaped shadows moving across the field and into the woods. Voices have been heard out there as well and many have photographed glowing orbs. Car radios are said to go haywire or stop working all together and a few people have claimed that their car alarms or horns have gone off for no reason. Best to leave the roaming of these grounds to the spirits and stay away.

8. Providence Athenaeum - Providence, RI

Dating back to 1836, The Providence Athenaeum first opened as a member run library out of the Providence Arcade in downtown. Eventually, the library moved to its current location at 251 Benefit Street in Providence, RI. It is this location that has been the site of reported paranormal activity. The library was loved by both H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. Poe in particular has left a significant impression.

The well documented romance between Edgar Allan Poe and poet Sarah Helen Whitman highlights many a visit to this famous library. It's said the ghost of Poe himself haunts the top floor. Poe died not long after he and Whitman ended their engagement in the Athenaeum and Whitman is said to have summoned his spirit in the library. If you believe this then it may not surprise you that years later a man was found sleeping on the Athenaeum steps. When asked to move, he proceeded to yell out Poe’s poem The Conqueror Worm before vanishing into thin air.

There is also a cursed fountain on the premises. Legend has it if you drink from the fountain outside the Providence Athenaeum you may leave Rhode Island but are guaranteed to always return. Since the fountain is from 1873, it is not in the best condition and is recommend by the staff that you don't test this legend out or you may never return to life itself.

9. Cumberland Public Library - Cumberland, RI

Another haunted library on our list is the Cumberland Public Library. The most infamous haunting in the town of Cumberland, settled in 1635 is on the grounds of a former monastery and current library. Common reports of paranormal activity include disembodied screams, a phantom monk on the grounds as well as moving from one place to another on their own. Many of the people who live locally actually believe that it is not just the building itself that is haunted, but the entire surrounding area.

Locals believe that it is haunted by the spirits of nine militiamen who are said to have been flayed there. Too little is known about the event to be certain but flaying does seem violent enough to warrant a few screams now and then. I have been on the grounds before and though I haven’t seen monks or moving books or heard screams, I can say that there is a lovely wooded path to walk along. And though beautiful, my husband and I did keep turning around because we felt like we were being followed. Weird!

10. THE BILTMORE HOTEL - PROVIDENCE, RI

Since opening in 1922, this haunted hotel has been the inspiration for not one but two horror hits! It Both the Bates Motel in Robert Bloch’s horror novel “Psycho” and the Overlook Hotel in Stephen King’s book “The Shining.” were inspired by stays at The Biltmore.

In October 2017, the iconic hotel in downtown Providence became the Graduate Providence, but the ghosts have stayed checked in. The Biltmore Hotel was named as America’s most haunted hotel in 2000. When you look into the hotel’s history it is easy to see why

When it was built, The Biltmore was financially backed by rumored Satanist Johan Leisse Weisskopf. It has been said that he oversaw rituals in the building and there were even rumors of human sacrifices having taken place. The hotel also became a hot spot during Prohibition and a number of high profile murders took place amidst the rowdy parties involving police officers and even the mayor. All of this has led to a range of paranormal activity. Guests often report the sounds of rowdy parties coming from empty rooms long after the hotel bars have closed. There have also been instances of guests vanishing from the halls as recently as 2008. I don’t know about you but I think this seems like a great place to attend a party or take a tour but maybe not where I want to spend the night.

11. Slater Mill - Pawtucket, RI

Dating back to 1793, this historic Mill is located on the banks of the Blackstone River in Pawtucket and was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1966. This historic textile mill complex was modeled after cotton spinning mills first established in England.Now operating as a history museum, the site is recognized as the birthplace of the American Industrial Revolution. It's also said to be pretty haunted by those who died at the factory while working on dangerous machines.

During the time period that the factory was in operation, children were allowed to be employed as workers and because of their size, they would sometimes be forced to clean out the machines when they were jammed. Haunting reports here include dark figures as well as the sounds of children running around and child’s screams.

12. Governor Sprague Mansion - Cranston, RI.

Located at 1351 Cranston Street, the historic Governor Sprague Mansion is a stunning former mansion and current museum. Birthplace of two Rhode Island governors, this mansion has seen a lot of history but also its share of violence. The mansion is said to be haunted by a former resident after his mysterious murder in the 1800s.

Amasa Sprague, successful textile merchant and brother of governor and US senator William Sprague, was found beaten to death outside the mansion in December 1843. John Gordon was accused and found guilty of the murder and sentenced to death by hanging. Gordon would be the last person executed in Rhode Island. In 2011, the case was researched and Gordon was pardoned postmortem based on the lack of evidence supporting his conviction. It seems that when reviewing historical documents, there is much more evidence for a clear anti-Catholic and anti-Irish bias than there was Gordon having anything to do with the murder. But Gordon’s ghost might be holding a grudge stronger than a pardon given too late. Sprague Mansion is said to be under the power of a poltergeist ever since the hanging.

Witness reports run the gamut from the mysterious unmaking of beds, flickering lights and shuffling footsteps to actual ghost sightings, disembodied whispers and objects moving on their own.

13. The Perron House (The Conjuring House) - Burrillville, RI

Last on our list is the internationally famous Perron House. In the 1970s, a family called the Perrons moved to a beautiful house on the border of Harrisville and Burrillville to raise their family. They might have not picked the best place to bring their children however. According to the legend, the property belonged to a deceased Satanist named Bathsheba who killed her own daughter to appease the Devil.

The Perron House has become a worldwide sensation thanks to the movie based on true events that occurred in the home of Roger and Carolyn Perron. It’s a pretty solid choice if you’re looking for something spooky to watch this Halloween.

As the story goes, it wasn’t long after the couple and their daughters moved into the home that they started seeing terrifying things. Mrs. Perron once woke to find an old woman in a gray dress with her head hanging at an awkward angle standing over her bed. Famed paranormal experts Ed and Lorraine Warren were brought in to help and quickly concluded that this was the spirit of Bathsheba Sherman who hanged herself after murdering her daughter in a ritual to bind her soul to the property. The Perrons went through some insane happenings in this house but it is believed that the Warrens did manage to separate the ghosts of the past from the property. So, though this used to be a major haunting hotspot, it seems to be a peaceful place to live today.

Readers be warned. This is not a tourist spot to go and explore. This is a private residence and ever since the release of the 2013 film the family residing there have been besieged, not by spirits but by trespassers. Do not disturb this family. It isn’t fair to them, they did not profit from the film at all and you would not want strangers in your yard looking through your windows at all hours.

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So,

Salmon Creek had turned on Shuswap Joe.

The newborn Canadian outpost was comprised of a few hundred settlers, representing the full spectrum of human depravity, yet somehow they’d settled on the belief that Joe was uniquely evil and ought to be run out of town. It was 1927 and there was a new preacher at the local church hell-bent on bringing Prohibition north of the 49th parallel. At this point over half the community was employed in his Shu-Scotch operation, but men pulled on their newfound piety like an overcoat, hoping it would conceal the hole-ridden rags underneath. The mob was led by women screaming about corrupted children and the evils of alcohol, and it congregated around the River Eel Saloon one afternoon while Joe stood at the window stroking his beard nervously. Behind him the river eels thrashed in their tank, drunk with excitement. They knew what was coming, even if he didn’t. 

“Men are only as moral as they need to be. Everything else is an illusion,” Mistress Molly said, gazing out at the crowd from behind him. “This little demonstration isn’t about you, really. They’re simply trying to ease their own guilty consciences.”

“I have no quarrel with any of these people. Most of them are complete strangers.”

“Strangers, they say, are the easiest people to crucify.”

Molly had begun taking on more responsibility around the saloon as Joe’s spirit began to break. He drank himself into melancholy stupors, baffled by the vitriol being directed his way. He’d always considered himself an upstanding, well-liked member of the community who was contributing to its future success. Men were thankful for the opportunities he gave them, and even more thankful for the Shu-Scotch. Now he was coming to learn that the moral landscape of a town is like an ever-flowing river, sometimes flowing peacefully while other times thrashing off riverbanks and sweeping into violent tumults. What was true one year was not true the next, and beliefs evolved constantly like fashion. He’d done his best to keep his head above water, but now the current was picking up speed. For a moment he saw himself as a baby, being swept down the Adams River in a bassinet, hopeless and vulnerable to whatever came next.

But Shuswap Joe wasn’t a baby anymore. He was a man, and men didn’t cower before screaming women. He was innocent of whatever travesty they’d judged him guilty of, and he intended to prove it. As he watched, the black-cloaked holy man responsible for all this hubbub emerged from the crowd and turned to face them. He raised his skeletal arms, with long drooping sleeves, and began sweeping them through the air like a conductor. His shrill voice could be heard right through the glass.

“Listen here, my brethren. The sins of Sodom and Gomorrah are being repeated right here in Salmon Creek. This community is teetering on the edge of Hell, and there’s one person responsible: Shuswap Joe!” he screamed.

“As citizens, it’s our responsibility to rise up and demonstrate the power of Christ. We will not allow our beloved home to become a nest for sex, depravity and alcohol. We will not allow our children to be led astray.”

“Never!” screamed the crowd. “Never!”

“We must show Shuswap Joe that this is a godly town, full of righteous families, and there’s no place for his ilk. Unless he repents and agrees to turn his eyes toward God, he must be held accountable for his many transgressions. Are you with me?”

The crowd yelled out their affirmation in a cacophonous chorus. Joe had heard enough. He turned from the window and yanked open the door to his room, calling for some of his minions down at the bar. Molly watched as he assembled the six men and explained the plan, charging each of them with retrieving a Shu-Scotch barrel from the cellar and meeting him on the roof. While they completed this, he climbed through a hatch in his ceiling and surveyed the small town that had become the closest thing he had to a home. It was growing and morphing every day, with new settlers flooding in from all over the world. It was a fierce, unpredictable place alive with its own volatile energy, and he’d been riding its currents for 15 years. These people weren’t going to take that away from him. 

Once his men arrived Joe explained the plan. He scanned the faces of his followers for doubt, or disloyalty, and saw only steadfast fealty. There were plenty of people talking behind his back in this town, but these men weren’t among them. He clapped each one of them on the shoulder and gave them a solemn nod. Then they popped open the lids of their barrels and positioned them near the lip of the roof, careful not to be seen. Joe held his finger to his lips as they crouched in anticipation. Three storeys below him the crowd lifted their voices in unison, chanting an ominous, mournful hymn. With a quick peek, he ensured that they were properly positioned. The ragtag congregation continued to howl while above them the clouds darkened. The trees rustled and sighed with anticipation.

“Let’s give this guy a taste of our medicine,” Joe whispered. “On my word.”

The song had just come to a close, and the preacher had opened his gaping mouth to the sky, when the first torrent of Shu-Scotch struck him. The golden liquid barreled down his throat and soaked his cloak, splashing to the ground and burrowing into the mud. Before he could react the second stream hit him, and then the third, and he held up one arm to block the yellow waterfall. He pivoted to flee, but one of his legs swept out from under him and he splashed on to his back. The tumult continued. As his followers watched, Joe’s men continued to drown the purported holy man in alcohol. He sputtered and struggled to his feet, falling repeatedly, and before they could think better of themselves the crowd began to laugh. It was funny, really, seeing this godly charlatan brought down to their level, and suddenly they found themselves questioning why they’d followed him down here in the first place. It was like a spell had been lifted, like they’d awoken from mass hypnosis. Eventually the stream of Shu-Scotch came to an dribbling end, and the preacher lay sobbing in humiliation while those he had led watched in uncomfortable silence. Eventually they began to turn and leave, disillusioned.

“Where are you going?” the preacher yelled. “We can’t let the sinners win!”

Joe stood on the precipice of the River Eel Saloon, staring down at the cloaked man as he pleaded for his supporters to stay. A few surly women looked ready to continue fighting, but they were whisked away by worried husbands. He watched with satisfaction as the crowd dwindled down to only a few followers, and then finally to none. The cloaked man sunk to the ground dejected, and Joe saw his opportunity. He instructed his men to bring him inside, using force if necessary. Maybe this was something that could be settled with a conversation. They hustled off to complete their task while he climbed back down from the roof, already rehearsing what he would say in his head. The clouds bellowed in disapproval as a soft mist floated through the streets of Salmon Creek.

Then there was a crash.

Joe rushed to the window in time to see three of his men locked in combat with the preacher, struggling in the rain. His ghoulish cloak swirled around him, making him seem like some otherworldly apparition, but then one man gave it a mighty yank. The fabric tore, revealing a pale body awash in red veins, transforming him from a figure of power to one of pity. He was on all-fours, circling like a cornered wolf, while the men inched closer. Joe felt his heartbeat thrash in his throat: he recognized this man’s pale flesh from his nightmares. He hadn’t spoken his name in many years, and had assumed him dead, but Nanor had returned to haunt his present. For a moment he felt a child-like fear wash through his veins as he remembered their late-night battle beneath the Lion’s Head. The mob had called him a villain, but the true villain had been right in front of them the whole time. He shook with fury.

The six men proved to be no match for their supernatural foe. They lunged and Nanor leaped, easily clearing their heads before sprinting for cover down a side street. He was nearly naked, with soiled bandages hanging from his emaciated frame, and he hobbled along like a reanimated corpse. The only thing that seemed alive about him was his yellow eyes, which were full of hateful electricity. As he reached a corner, and just before he disappeared out of sight, he turned his face up to Joe’s window and met his gaze with a cracked-tooth grin. His long talons left grooves in the wall as he let out a mad cackle.

Then he was gone.

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By Stav Dimitropoulos

1 March 2019

Dimitrios Makridopoulos has always been fascinated by the preternatural. Devouring books about occult phenomena from childhood to adulthood, he soon became curious about the pyramid-shaped mountain of Penteli, located about 15km north-west of Athens. “[I was] drawn to the energy of this mysterious and ancient mountain,” he told me.

Penteli is globally acclaimed for its ancient quarries and the incomparably crystalline structure and golden-hued tint of its marble that was used to construct the sacred temple of Parthenon as well as other glorious monuments. Yet, it was Davelis Cave, located on the mountain’s south-west side, that particularly piqued Makridopoulos’ interest.

Resting in and above an ancient marble quarry and averaging a width of 45m and a height of 62m, Davelis Cave is a vast, mesmerising and steeply descending grotto that could well serve as the backdrop to a horror movie. Visitors have reported electronics going out of control, glowing orbs, ineffable creatures, water dripping upwards, ghostly voices, spooky etchings, remnants of satanic rituals and more.

View image of Davelis Cave near Athens has long been associated with preternatural phenomena (Credit: Credit: Stav Dimitropoulos)

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In 2015, Makridopoulos packed up a ‘spirit box’ (a device said to enable communication with spirits through the use of radio frequency) and an infrared camera, and headed for Penteli with some friends. It was January and the mountain was shrouded in fog. This made it virtually impossible for him and the others to make out what lay even 5m ahead, but Penteli compensated with gifts at every turn, from chunks of precious marble from its plentiful ancient quarries to pieces of iron bearing evidence (according to Makridopoulos) of cryptic military experiments conducted in the cave in the late 1970s and ‘80s.

I was surrounded by an inexplicable, otherworldly energy

“From the minute I stepped into this unspoilt and pure place, I became one with it. I was surrounded by an inexplicable, otherworldly energy… I felt eyes following my every move… I could not see or hear anything with my five senses, but I knew,” Makridopoulos said.

The 29-year-old computer technician remembers his surprise when his electrical appliances confirmed back at home what he’d felt in the cave. His spirit box captured what sounded like a choir of angelic children’s voices chanting in ancient Greek. “It was the language of the pixies,” he said. He is also adamant his infrared camera recorded ghostly apparitions near the cave’s centre, and a tiny, pitch-black creature lurking at the entrance of the hollow. “There, can you see it?” Makridopoulos asked with intense interest when showing me the photos a few days before my own journey to the cave.

View image of Visitors to Davelis Cave have reported electronics going out of control, water dripping upwards and ghostly voices (Credit: Credit: Stav Dimitropoulos)

Davelis Cave was used as a shrine as far back as the 5th Century, when devotees worshipped Pan, their goat-footed god of shepherds and orgies. During the Middle Ages, hermits and Orthodox monks started flocking to Penteli either for spiritual retreats or because they were religiously persecuted, and the place was named ‘Σπήλαιο των Αμώμων’ (‘Cave of the Immaculate’), hence the presence of two adjacent Byzantine chapels built directly into the cave’s entrance.

In the 19th Century, notorious brigand Christos Natsios, aka Davelis, allegedly squatted in the cave with his gang. There’s even a legend that the brigand, who had a fling with the French duchess Placentia, discovered tunnels zigzagging through the cave’s guts and terminating at his lover’s mansion in the village of Pendeli in Athens’ northern suburbs. Whatever the truth, the allure of past-era cabals of desperados was catalytic in renaming the spine-chilling catacomb in honour of the iconic outlaw.

On a mellow January 2019 morning, I visited Davelis Cave with a couple of friends. After driving through a maze of Penteli’s slopes, we left the car at the beginning of a dirt road. Walking up the unmarked trail and regularly hopping over small puddles of slush and muddy water, the panoramic views of Athens stretching out to the Saronic Gulf made up for what at times seemed like a fruitless hike.

View image of Byzantine chapels built into the cave’s entrance are reminders of the orthodox monks who came here to escape persecution (Credit: Credit: Stav Dimitropoulos)

Finally, after about 25 minutes, the GPS insisted we turn left. There, at the foot of a rugged, ochre-grey cliff was a crescent-shaped opening in the rock. To the right of it sat the adjoined chapels of St Spyridon and St Nicholas. On the left was a concrete structure, built by the Greek military as an outpost and now seemingly abandoned. Cautiously walking towards the cave, I felt an intense pull inside, where I could see fragmented rocks scattered across the cave floor and cascades of stalactites streaming down in front of moss-riddled walls. There was hollow sound of water dripping from the roof. Though claustrophobic and fearful of what awaited me, I wanted to head deeper inside. But once in the cavern itself, I realised couldn’t go much further as the tunnels leading from the cave had been blocked up.

“These were the tunnels the Nato and the Greek military concreted to cover their tracks,” Makridopoulos later told me.

On 6 October 1977, Greek magazine Tahidromos published an article saying that the Greek military had begun strictly confidential operations inside Davelis Cave. The place was classified as military and sealed off to the public. Some talked about the establishment of a rocket base overseen by Nato, a rumour further fuelled by a US military base in neighbouring Nea Makri district. In 1982, Giorgos Balanos, a well-known Greek author of paranormal and science fiction, wrote of apocryphal underground tunnels, nuclear weapons and mind-control projects in his The Enigma of Penteli book, stirring up even more suspicion about what was going on in the underground chamber. In the 1990s, the Greek government attempted to re-initiate their projects in Davelis Cave; this time, newspaper front pages screamed about nuclear experiments. Soon, all the indeterminate works in the cave came to a halt, and future visitors would be met with a few new tunnels stopping at dead-end cave walls while the old ones were closed off.

Despite the tunnels being inaccessible, conspiracy theories still abound, such as Makridopoulos telling me that Nato extracted the marble of Penteli to create advanced satellites during the Cold War space race.

View image of Marble from Penteli, the mountain where Davelis Cave is located, was used to construct the Parthenon (Credit: Credit: Stav Dimitropoulos)

Whatever the truth, a 2002 study by Georgios D Papadeas of the Institute of Geology and Mineral Exploration of Greece agrees that there is something special about the cave. Scientists have found slate enriched with graphite between the layers of the Pentelic marble, which makes the mountain a good conductor of electromagnetic waves.

Additionally, the Pentelic marble itself possesses certain scientific properties that lead it to give electric charge under high-pressure conditions (which, for Makridopoulos and others, might explain some of the bizarre electromagnetic phenomena observed there, such as the dizziness and disorientation some visitors feel). That said, Dimitrios Papanikolaou, emeritus professor at the Department of Dynamic, Tectonic and Applied Geology at the University of Athens, who has been studying Penteli since 1973, chalks any obsession with paranormal phenomena inside Davelis Cave to “idiosyncratic forces at work”.

What we don’t understand, we ascribe to myth

“Penteli has a one-of-a-kind rock composition resulting from millions of years of metamorphosis. But that’s just about it,” he told me from his office at the University of Athens campus the day before I visited the cave, and describing all Davelis Cave-related paranormal sightings and hearings as “vagaries” and “placebo effects”.

“The summit of Penteli was an air force base. Athens is a Nato city,” he continued. “Penteli overlooks the Aegean Sea, so everything that happened in the cave and nearby in the ‘70s and ‘80s happened with the intent of armouring the Attica Basin.” As for the blocked-off tunnels? “They were dangerous, they had to do it,” the professor replied. “But what we don’t understand, we ascribe to myth.”

View image of The marble’s scientific properties could explain some of the bizarre electromagnetic phenomena observed in Davelis Cave (Credit: Credit: Stav Dimitropoulos)

Notwithstanding, what Papanikolaou himself admits is that certain places are distinguished by an unexampled magnetism. “When Athens was at its peak, people devoted all their intellect to extracting the best marble in the world. Maybe some places have a distinct energy of their own: the energy of thousands of human beings that once lived and thrived there, but that’s just about it.”

‘Magnetised’ is just a fraction of what Makridopoulos claims to feel in the proximity of Davelis Cave. He is already spearheading a team called ‘Orfeas Group’, which has a popular blog dedicated to exploring supernatural phenomena.

Even I felt a gravitational pull towards the cave the day I visited. As I stood at the entrance, a beam of light passed through the cave’s mouth and lit up the place, almost as if to guide me forward. The words of the professor about the energy certain places have amassed over time rang true more than ever.

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BBC Travel – Adventure Experience

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Chapter 11 sneak peak

Thought I’d post a sneak peak. Let me know what you think. This is gonna be a long chapter.

The building had been relatively empty upon his arrival. Jacques had always preferred to rely solely on the use of machines to protect his valuables, and he kept his most precious items close by. What few guards he did have had long since been disposed of by the White Fang, who now controlled Atlas as their own little kingdom.

           At least, that was how it was supposed to be. Adam Taurus had returned to Anima with his main squadron, leaving behind several of his high ranking officers to rebuild here. Those officers were the best of the best, well suited to the climate of Solitas, and Salem had been assured that they had everything under control.

           But upon entering the SDC's Headquarters, it was clear that this was not the case.

           "RUN! EVERYONE GET OUT!"

           "HE'S INSANE!"

           "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

           Watts nonchalantly walked toward the elevators, his grey suit taking on a metallic sheen in the moonlight as he moved under the grand window ceiling. The White Fang guards were scattering like roaches in the light, screaming bloody murder, ignoring the shouts from their commanding officer as they tried to flee from some unseen apparition. His left eye twitched in annoyance. Surely they had better control over the Solitas branch than this?

           "Leave no witnesses."

           The words from his Queen rang through his mind once more, as a gentle smile graced his cheeks. He was to leave no witnesses. If anyone saw what he was attempting to retrieve, he could kill them on sight. And with all the poor Faunus running around like chickens with their heads cut off, it would most likely be a necessity.

           "I'll deal with them when I come back," he hummed. Watts entered the elevator and pressed the button for the final floor in the sublevels. "Twenty floors beneath the surface? What were you hiding here old man?"

           A stupid question to ask. He already knew.

           The elevator slowly descended. As it reached the lowest levels, a keypad and a needle appeared, with a voice speaking hoarsely over the intercom.

           "Please provide needed blood identification."

           "I'm afraid not," Watts sighed. With a snap of his fingers, a Black Queen chess piece appeared on the screen of the keypad, changing the icy blue glow of the lights to a lovely shade of crimson.

           "Authorization approved. Welcome Willow Schnee."

           "The wife? How interesting."

           The elevator came to a halt on the last floor. The doors opened to reveal an expansive hallway, with walls that towered over him that were bathed in an emerald sheen. The floor was covered in tiles of obsidian, arranged in different shades so patterns of gears appeared every few feet.

           And Watts ran forward, a harsh electric glow in his eyes. The green abominations from Vale were here in the Vault, standing between him and his prize, and they were poised to kill. Silverbacks lined the walkway. Nevermores were perched upon the intricate lamps protruding from the grand walls. Ursa Majors stood near the safe at the end of the hall. Alpha Beowolves crouched low, preparing to lunge. All of the Grimm, in their vile glow, were ready and waiting to attack.

           But they didn't.

           Watts skidded to a halt as he made it to the end of the walkway, the soles of his shoes making a soft squeak along the tiled floor. The Ursai crawled away, allowing him space to approach the safe.

           These abominations behave very strangely, Watts assessed. Perhaps it would be wise to capture a few for study. He approached the safe, putting a hand to the keypad and sending a bright yellow shock through it. There was a soft click, and the door to the safe slowly opened.

           "Why hello, old friend. How wonderful it is to see you again."

           Watts scrambled back, a vicious glare covering his face as he saw the abomination crawling toward him. Eight mechanical legs made of black metal, accented with red and white akin to the creations of his Majesty. Bright red light glowed from the left eye, looking over Watts with intrigue as the robotic right hand pulled at his beard whose greying strands stood out against the wine coloration of the lab coat. Watts knew this face. Anyone with half a mind would. It was a face the general public hadn't seen in over a decade.

           "Merlot," he growled. "What are you doing here?"

           "Got stuck inside while searching for something," the mad scientist chuckled. "The security system I set up for old Nick doesn't seem to be as kind to my new form as I would have hoped. So tell me, Arthur, what brings you here?"

           Watts eyes darted about, taking in every little part of the man before him. The coat, the robotic legs, the book in his flesh hand.

           Wait.

           "That book," Watts muttered.

           "What book?" Merlot asked.

           "That book in your left hand," Watts spat. "Give it to me."

           "You mean this?" Merlot inquired, lifting the book up in the light. It's spine was bound in an unnatural looking leather, there was faded parchment in between the covers, the mark of the Queen on the back while a golden gear adorned the front.

           "That's right," Watts confirmed. "Give. It. To. Me."

           "I'm afraid I can't do that, Artie," Merlot cackled. "I've got plans for this." With what should have been an impossible snap of his metal fingers, the green Grimm slowly approached Watts. "My beauties will keep you company as I make my escape."

           "Your 'beauties'-!?"

           Merlot's mechanical legs launched him into the air as the Grimm  attacked, leaping over him and pitter-pattering up onto the walls like the spider on death row. Watts ducked as the claws came toward him.

           Snap.

           A burst of electricity sent the beasts flying away, allowing Watts to run back toward the elevator. He reached into his pockets, pulling out what appeared to be small marbles and throwing them to the ground behind him. Grimm trampled over them, causing them to crack, and a dark slime began to cover the floor, halting their approach.

           "Damn madman," Watts cursed, hurrying to catch up with Merlot. Sparks started to fly from his footsteps, setting the traces of gunk alight with flame. A sharp pain was filling his ears as the Grimm began to dissipate, but he pressed on.

           Merlot made it to the elevator first, tearing the doors apart with his front legs and ripping the metal box out of the wall, a high-pitched laugh echoing through the hall as he began to crawl upwards.

           Watts reached behind him, drawing out a small pistol to shoot down the Nevermores that flew toward the exit, ignoring the sharp cuts that were forming on him as he ran through their razor blades of feathers. He had to hurry. If he failed, he'd never hear the end of this.

           "I cannot fail," he muttered.

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Doctor Who review - Spyfall Part Two

Spoilers! Obviously.

If you haven’t watched the second episode of the 2020 series, then go watch it now. Seriously.

Spyfall Part Two sees The Doctor, Yaz, Ryan and Graham attempt to survive the rather tricky situations they were left in at the end of part one.

You can catch up on it on BBC iPlayer in the UK, check local listings for your own country.

Spyfall Part Two begins with a ‘Previously on’ - it's been a little while since we needed one of those! And, armed with the knowledge from the cliffhanger, we can see C’s murder in a new light. He tries to tell Thirteen and fam that he suspects O! Lovely stuff.

Post-titles, we’re back in that somewhere weird place, temporarily home to Yaz, currently to The Doctor. As she's alone, the Timelord is consoling herself by thinking out loud. And what would she say to Yaz, Ryan and Graham, currently on Daniel Barton’s crashing plane? Don't Panic.

I’m tempted to see that choice as a reference to Douglas Adams, not least because there are a number of references to the work of other writers from past eras of Doctor Who, but ‘Don’t panic’ is pretty good advice anyway, right? Particularly as there really isn't any need to, when you’re friends with someone with a time machine.

Y’see, The Doctor (eventually) uses her Tardis to go back in time and install in the plane exactly what Ryan, Yaz and Graham need to land safely. It's a great funny action sequence, and, whilst this sort of solution will be familiar to a big chunk of the audience, new fans need to know that Doctor Who can do this with it's sort of time travel, and does it with panache. I particularly like the reference to Blink, Yaz calmly realising how Ryan's new app can help, and Graham just being Graham.

Meanwhile, The Doctor is exploring the somewhere weird place, theorising that she’s inside something, noting the electrical pulses snaking about, and hoping she isn't in someone's liver. Not because that’d be eurrghhh, but because people tend to take offence! I love that sort of joke, where we end up wondering what happened all the other times she was in someone’s liver.

But then she hears a voice! Thirteen finds a slightly creepy lady called Ada and deduces with her help that their only way out is via a Kasaavin, the light-up alien spies. Introducing pre-marriage Ada Lovelace this way, but not her full name, was cool, and intriguing, keeping my attention through the next scene with the fam - all exposition, the plane will land itself wherever Barton was intending to go.

The Master’s Tardis is in the vortex! Fantastic! He’s in there, congratulating himself with a less than impressed Daniel Barton, when his console and Barton’s phone clue them in to Thirteen’s escape.

Having The Doctor wake up tasting the time period like a fine wine is a lovely touch. She’s back in Ada’s time, at a 19th Century inventors convention, with Charles Babbage! Who wonders how Miss Gordon and The Doctor appeared in their midst. A magic trick, decides Thirteen, so she can carry on without further interruption. Babbage is still unconvinced, not least because The Doc has to ask him what year they’re in. Confirmation of her exact plight brings Thirteen’s thoughts back to the fam.

Ryan, Yaz and Graham have kept out of sight as Daniel Barton discovers from an airport employee that his plane landed autonomously, but empty. We’re back in Blighty, luckily, and Essex too, as Barton has a speech in London that evening. Graham’s joy at being back in his manor is tempered by Yaz’s fears for The Doc’s safety. And Barton is sending some goons after the fam!

Inquisitive Ada gets brought into the loop by Thirteen (with Babbage eavesdropping), but the trio are interrupted by The Master, who must've dropped Barton in the present before raiding his own Tardis wardrobe for his big entrance. Timelord showdown!

Sacha Dhawan is chilling and funny - ‘Hands on heads!’ - as his Master shrinks random convention goers and orders Thirteen to kneel - ‘Call me by my name!’ He does let slip that he isn't in control of the Kasaavin though, but can't divulge ‘news from home’ because Ada’s commandeered a number of prototype weapons from the convention to turn on him, despite her being ‘a lady’. Ada gets The Doc’s grudging approval with her violence, in a way that brings to mind the Seventh Doctor and Ace. The Master gets to disappear in a cloud of smoke, like a panto villain, though he is wounded.

Ryan, Yaz and Graham don’t get far from the airport before Daniel Barton is turning the full force of his tech empire on them. Yaz gets to call her mum before the three of them smash their phones and scarper.

Back in 1834, The Doctor realises she’s in the company of Babbage and Lovelace and is a little star struck. She gets Charles talking about his Difference Engine, an early ancestor of the modern computer, and decides her presence there is a clue. Also catching her eye is the Silver Lady, a gift to Babbage from The Master. It moves and makes apparitions, says Charles. Piecing together everything she knows so far, she concludes that the Kasaavin have been studying Ada by transporting her to their dimension. And they’ve had the Master’s help stabilising themselves in our dimension, readying themselves for an attack in the present day. Thirteen sonics the Silver Lady to bring out a Kasaavin, explaining to Lovelace and Babbage her hope that she can get it to return her to the present day. But Ada doesn't like the risk The Doc’s taking, so grabs her hand. Thirteen shouts ‘No!’ as they both disappear. Charles, now alone, downs his drink.

And that's the last we see of Mr Babbage, brought wonderfully to life by Mark Dexter, who you might remember as the Dad of the little girl in Stephen Moffat’s River Song introducing two-parter Silence In The Library/Forest Of The Dead.

Graham, Ryan and Yaz meanwhile have hidden out at a building site. They realise how little they know about The Doctor, and Graham states his intention to ask for more, sure that he’ll get the opportunity. Yaz channels Thirteen and both Ryan and Graham admit to keeping hold of some of C’s spy tech, just as the Kasaavin appear outside!

Back to The Doctor, who is surprised to find herself and Ada transported to Paris 1943, where a young woman rushes them inside, out of sight of an approaching Nazi patrol. The music swells, the patrol halts, and out of the car steps The Master, still angry, but this time in full Nazi uniform, Doctor-detecting gizmo to hand.

Fleeing the Kasaavin, Yaz, Graham and Ryan risk using the Laser shoes Graham had borrowed from Q, which holds off the aliens.

Meanwhile, Daniel Barton argues with his mother, who he has tied up. She isn't proud enough of his achievements, apparently. That’s enough for him to set the Kasaavin on her, the first victim on this ‘last day’. Pretty ruthless for the fake-out villain, right?

Back in 1943, the Nazi patrol raid the young lady’s home, with The Master hobbling in behind them. ‘You’re new.’ she notes of the injured Timelord. Beneath the floorboards, The Doctor spies radio equipment, and Ada. The Master orders the Nazis to shoot the floor, with just a tap of his cane, but hearing no screams, and getting nothing from the young lady by staring her down, he leaves with the Nazis. As the young lady frees Thirteen and Ada from their hiding place, the Timelord puts two names to the face. ‘Code name: Madeleine, real name: Noor Inayat Khan. First female wireless operator to be dropped behind enemy lines.’ The Doctor’s a fan! And she has a theory about how they ended up in World War II when she was aiming for the 21st century - Ada grabbing her hand knocked them off course.

Noor and Ada are confused, so after The Doctor explains the time travel stuff, Noor tells Ada of the horrors Paris has suffered through. Ada, shocked to learn that the devastation outside the window has happened twice, is consoled by the Timelord that ‘the darkness never sustains’. After assessing Noor’s skills and resources, Thirteen comes up with a plan.

I’m a big fan of The Doctor meeting real people from history, particularly when they can inspire the younger side of the audience, as Noor and Ada surely can. I seem to recall one or both ladies being suggested as new faces for British currency, an honour both merit, though neither succeeded this time around.

Yaz, Ryan and Graham get the better of Daniel Barton’s goons by revealing their location, accidentally on purpose, and then steal their car with the aid of Graham’s laser shoes.

Back in wartime Paris, The Doctor is tapping out a four beat pattern on Noor’s radio equipment. ‘The rhythm of two hearts’. The Master cannot resist responding, allowing Thirteen to make telepathic contact with her old friend. ‘Old-school’ he notes. ‘You’re not the only one who can do classic.’ she replies. They agree to meet at the obvious place - the Eiffel Tower - though it's less of a date, more like a trap.

I love that Chris Chibnall’s script acknowledges how much influence he’s drawn from past Master encounters. The return of Tissue Compression Eliminator, which the Master uses to shrink people to death, suggests that this incarnation has reverted to a personality last seen in the classic era of the show, but elements of Sacha Dhawan’s performance bring to mind more recent ones. I don’t think we’ve seen The Master’s Tardis onscreen for a while either, but that doesn't narrow it down as much as you might think.

Thirteen and The Master use their Eiffel Tower rendezvous to reminisce, which gives us a subtle reference to Logopolis, and The Doctor a chance to pin down exactly which crimes The Masters committed so far in this story. Intriguingly, he also reveals that the Kasaavin were already a looming threat to Earth before he got started meddling, comparing them to modern day Russia, and teasing that he merely improved upon the aliens’ plans.

Yaz, Graham and Ryan, arriving too late to save Daniel Barton’s mum, but just in time for him to gloat before his big speech, learn that the tech CEO allowed the Kasaavin to experiment on 7% of his DNA, and that he has designs on the entire human race. They gather around the Silver Lady.

Noor, at her base, messages London, but doubts she should be trusting The Doctor. Ada reassures her, though neither understands the device the Timelord left with them - a flip-phone! They search Paris by night, discovering ‘something anomalous’, and alert The Doctor.

Hiding the message from The Master, the pair, still high above Paris, interrogate each other. Thirteen reckons she and Yaz survived their encounters with the Kasaavin due to the artron energy they’re covered with, as time travellers. She gets The Master to gloat about his manipulations of Daniel Barton and the Kasaavin. ‘Win, win, win!’ he reckons. She doesn't understand why The Master doesn't stop his games, after all these years, and although he claims its for chaos’ sake, he also concedes that he wanted The Doctor’s attention. He says he visited Gallifrey, their home planet, and found it in ruins, but Thirteen thinks it's another trick. Before he can continue, some Nazis arrive to confront him. The Master, not best pleased, grabs The Doctor by the throat, pushing her to the edge of the viewing platform. Now it's her turn to gloat! She’d got Noor to send a message back to London describing The Master as a double agent, ensuring it could be intercepted by the Nazis. Now they’ve got him at gunpoint - How’s he going to get out of that one!

Daniel Barton walks onstage for his speech, whilst, in 1943, The Doctor catches up to Noor and Ada, who, thanks to Noor’s local knowledge, have discovered the Master’s Tardis. He hadn't even bothered to change it from its Australian outback home appearance! Breaking in, she uses the console to find out another part of The Master’s plan. He’d helped the Kasaavin to spy on people key to the rise of the modern computer age, so that they and Daniel Barton could collect enough data for something they are working on. Something that is connected to human DNA - experiments of some kind!

Barton delivers his speech. His time to gloat. Humanity has allowed itself to be spied upon through our addiction to tech, and it has left us vulnerable. To being reformatted as hard drives. Barton and a few others will be spared, of course, but the rest of us are finished. The Silver Lady spins and glows ominously as humanity begins to be rewritten. Stolen spy tech can't stop it and now The Master arrives (via the slow path) to gloat some more. But then it stops spinning. So Barton flees and humanity is saved.

In strolls The Doctor with Noor and Ada! Thirteen explains that they traced the Silver Lady from its first owner Babbage right through to Barton, and that she hacked it, to ensure it would shutdown if ever loaded up with a massive amount of Kasaavin energy. Angry at the foiling of their plan, the Kasaavin arrive, but before they are exiled by The Doctor, they turn on The Master when she plays them a recording of him gloating earlier on the Eiffel Tower, of his plan to double cross them. He ends up in their somewhere weird place screaming after The Doctor.

Yaz notes that the Doc has more explaining to do, with Graham worried that Noor and Ada are replacing them, and Ryan asking how the Timelord saved them from the crashing plane. Turns out she hasn't, yet! Quick montage to prepare the plane in advance, then back to her own Tardis - hope she keeps The Master’s one somewhere safe!

Before she comes back for the fam Thirteen stops in 1943 to drop Noor back. After reassuring her that the fascists never win, so long as there's people like her, the Timelord wipes Noor’s mind of their whole adventure, to preserve history. She does the same to Ada in 1834, despite the young lady’s protests, assuring the now unconscious Ada that she doesn't need a preview of future tech, since her own imagination helps dream up those advances.

These mind wipes are presented as necessary evils, but leave a bitter taste nevertheless. Couldn't both brilliant women have been slipped the names of fellow Tardis travellers from their respective eras? Perhaps that would be a little too much referencing to previous stories.

The Doctor decides to visit Gallifrey, hoping not to witness the ruins The Master claims, but is disappointed. Devastated, she discovers a device deposited discreetly in her coat. A message from The Master. He destroyed Gallifrey in revenge at his own species for covering up ‘the lie of the Timeless Child’. His words stir a fragment of memory in The Doctor’s mind, but he won’t reveal more out of spite, she Thirteen can only hurl The Master’s device across her console room in rage.

She stews in this mood for days, ‘five planets’ according to Graham, before she gives in to the fam’s questions. She finally tells them - her home planet, it's constellation, her species and that they can regenerate their bodies. She tells them she ran away in a stolen Tardis, and that The Master was one of her oldest friends, but takes a very different path. That’s enough for Graham right now, but Yaz has one more thing to ask. ‘Can we visit your home?’. So innocent, too perceptive. ‘Another time.’ replies Thirteen before rushing to the edge of the console room, back to her fam, to conceal her sadness, her fear. The camera lingers for a second.

Credits roll.

Looks like next week is a lot less heavy, if James Buckley’s appearance in the Next Time trailer is anything to go by. I think we need it after that!

A momentous conclusion to the story (for now), Spyfall Part Two is a triumph.

Chris Chibnall has succeeded in opening the series with a bang, and kicks off what is presumably a series arc by picking up the remnants of one dropped in series 11.

Let's see what Ed Hime brings us on Sunday!

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Hey has Adam always been the way he is?

“No… I used to be a human, ‘till two months ago.”

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Silencing the Beast of Bolivian Populism

Drawing by Nathaniel St. Clair

The risible tension between the tailored elitism of the Bolivian bourgeoisie and the restive pueblo of indigenous peasants was memorably captured in the 2005 film Our Brand Is Crisis. The documentary colorfully exposes the sleazy underbelly of American political influence. Yes, the very thing our wizened mandarins in Washington have been raising such a clamor over since the wrong candidate was elected by the dull, unseeing demos. Congressional luminaries like the walleyed Adam Schiff, presiding like a demented pontiff over his carnival of moral outrage, continually effect, with little effect, the most astonished reactions to claims of Russian meddling.

(As an aside, it should be noted that ‘meddling’ is the softer form of ‘interference’, which itself is the diminutive of ‘active measures.’ We are delusional by degrees. The meddler crowd have in them a trace of lost sanity. The active measures of adherents are simply lost. It is something like the difference between Tucker Carlson and John Brennan: one faintly aware of a bright reality, the other living wholly and adventurously in a world of windmills and apparitions.)

Schiff and his tentpole pals have evidently no awareness of America’s storied track record of international regime-change efforts. They’ve not watched Our Brand Is Crisis nor seen serpentine Clintonite James Carville teach amoral Bolivian careerists to massage the narrative against young Evo Morales. They succeed in planting an elite-groomed handmaiden of American capital in the presidency, leaving the riveting provocateur Morales to wait another couple of years. The cocalero with the sheaf of sable hair and the sun-warmed smile would soon be carried into power on the backs of rural campesinos. His 12-year reign atop the scrum pile of Bolivian politics led to hemispheric growth records, near eradication of deep poverty, and a shunning of the economic hitmen and finance jackals of extractive neoliberalism.

But that is all over now. Carville worked his fell magic once, but the sight of Morales winning a fourth term was too much for the beltway puppeteers to abide. And so, a coup d’état. But when one looks at the state of our corporate media and its recent coverage of Bolivia, it is understandable why asylum escapees like Schiff and Nancy Pelosi are so madly unmoored from the fact-based universe. Here are some of the particulars:

* In its celebrated fashion, the deeply reactionary New York Times delivered a raft of obfuscation to readers following the coup d’état in La Paz. It claimed the vanishment of Evo Morales from power signaled the ‘End of Tyranny.’ The merest familiarity with Bolivian politics would disabuse any reader of this cookie-cutter trope applied with utter failure of imagination by the soi disant ‘paper of record.’ A man, like Hugo Chavez, who won election after election by wide margins because he followed the will of his people, can hardly be characterized as a dictator. Unless of course, you live in a deconstructionist world of moral and material relativity.

* Likewise, the Times chirped its standard line that there was “mounting evidence of electoral fraud” and that the recent election was “widely seen as rigged”. Yet no evidence has actually surfaced of fraud, let alone fraud committed by Morales’ own party, the Movement Toward Socialist (MAS). Only the Washington-funded OAS raised ‘grave’ concerns about the election, rehearsing the standard beltway tactic of seeding doubt in the institutional integrity of foreign electoral processes. One tactic to that end was conducting early reporting of results before votes from rural strongholds of MAS support were counted.

* The Grey Lady also parrots the de rigeur step-plan from the regime-change playbook, which is for ‘reputable’ western institutions to clamor for ‘fresh elections’ even though the actual election just had was legitimate. It just produced the wrong result again. The EU’s High Representative of the Union for Foreign Affairs and Security Policy aped Hillary Clinton after the 2009 Honduran coup, calling for “new credible elections” that express the “democratic will” of Bolivians. As though this hadn’t just been done.

* This is exactly how it went down in Honduras in 2009 and what was attempted in Venezuela in the last two years. In fact, here’s a shortlist of Washington-backed coups in the last several decades. According to journalist Sarah Abdallah, this is the 20th Washington-backed coup d’état in Latin America and the Caribbean since 1954.

* Morales was said to “defy term limits” to run for a fourth term last month. However, the supreme court overturned the term-limit legislation long before the election. Like it or not, his campaign was strictly legal.

* Many of the objections to suspension of term limits come from supporters of ‘democracy’ who fundamentally misunderstand that socialists like those of the MAS are more interested in establishing a dictatorship of workers instead of a duopoly of elites. Because it is really one or the other. There is no mythical middle ground; the state serves one class or another. The so-called democracies of the western world feature the institutional trappings of the textbook democracy but have cleverly resided control of the economy in an autocracy of monopoly capital. This situation leaves the majority facing neoliberal outcomes including, as Medea Benjamin expertly put it, “…high rents, stagnant wages, cradle-to-grave debt, ever-rising economic inequality, privatized healthcare, a shredded social safety net, abysmal public transportation, systemic political corruption and endless war.”

* Meanwhile, US interference, from funding false polling to supporting the tiresome street theater of protest, to training all of the coup plotters, has been exposed as it is nearly everywhere a beltway-backed putsch occurs. It follows the same unimaginative script first laid out by Gene Sharp in his destabilization handbook From Dictatorship to Democracy. Create violent protests in the streets, make outsized demands including a change of government, and hope for government repression. Then let western media handle the rest. First, it will portray any government response as a ‘brutal crackdown’ and a shift toward ‘authoritarian measures’. It will also assume that protests, of whatever size, represent the collective will of the people. These protests implicitly replace elections as the true avatar of popular intent, particularly as doubt is cast upon ‘incorrect’ election results.

* None of the mainstream publications appeared to declare the coup to be a coup. The Times predictably substituted various terms to evade the damning ‘coup’ usage. Morales had “resigned” and “steps down” and “quit” and “lost his grip on power.” None bothered to mention he was forced out by the military with backing from the US. There were plenty of “accusations” and “allegations” being circulated about Morales and the election that were never validated. This is simply another way of saying that MSM supports coups.

* And, of course, lurking silently in the background is the ever-present bounty: unbeknownst to almost everyone, Bolivia has stupendous reserves of lithium, that lightest of metals so excellent for the electric cars of tomorrow.

* Evo Morales even offered to redo the elections to satisfy the histrionic outcries from Washington puppet protestors. He offered to bring all sides together in dialogue to plot a path forward. As the regime-change playbook prescribes, attempts at dialogue are to be ignored or brushed aside.

* Jeanine Anez, the legislator who appointed herself president of Bolivia in Morales’ absence, has been suitably whitewashed by the Times and lapdog mainstream media, which has avoided any discussion of her anti-indigenous racism and clear class prejudice against Morales’ Movement Toward Socialist (MAS).

* Anez may be legitimated once the Congress approves Morales removal. No doubt they will be given that the coup police are aggressively preventing leading MAS representatives from even entering the halls of power. President of the Senate Adriana Salvatierra was driven back by ferocious police when she tried to enter her rightful workplace. The visuals are conspicuous: On the one hand, unarmed popular representatives, looking like average civilians, harmlessly approaching their workplace. On the other, the designed-to-intimidate wardrobes of la policia, the neofascist all-blacks with their spit-polished boots, trusty truncheons, and smoked visors.

* Now, as was entirely predictable, right-wing police are rounding up indigenous members of the MAS, literally smoking them out of their dwellings, carting them off in rickety paddy wagons, like some Dickensian scene from Victorian London. It has all the hallmarks of a right-wing purge rooted in a centuries-old racist impulse of colonial power.

* It’s inspiring to see indigenous citizens, like a stout, brave matron wrapped in a hand-knitted shawl, lecturing the jack-boot neofascist brigades, lined up in stony silence. Reminds you that for all the official histories about our ‘postcolonial’ world, the usurpers are still suppressing the indigenous. Just with guns not swords.

* Fortunately, Morales has been sheltered in Mexico. One half expected to see him unearthed in a ditch by bloodthirsty regime-change fanatics wound tight by Washington propaganda and greenbacks, a la Muammar Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein. There’s a reason leaders like Vladimir Putin and Bashar al-Assad fight so vociferously for their survival and those of their allies. They understand the personal brutality that awaits them should they relent.

Grim Alternatives

When you see one socialist project after another unraveled by the naked avarice of western capitalist vanguards, it makes you wonder what the alternatives are? Siege socialism is real and very poorly understood. As soon as a country like the USSR or China erect defenses against the siege of the imperial capital, such as capital controls or denying NGO status to various organizations, the western press cries, “Authoritarianism!” and issue calls for ‘free-market reforms’. Naive westerners, awash in commodities and comforts in the comparative calm of the metropole, post pious demands for freedoms for the distant oppressed nations, ignoring the unexampled crimes of their own nations–and their nation’s role in triggering foreign unrest. Few can truly articulate what freedoms violent Hong Kong mobs are missing as they clamor unwittingly for a return to some sort of proxy British colonialism. Nearly every form of western subversion of left-leaning governments is supported by the entire US establishment: the steady-state, both parties, and its media. Identity politics liberalism and the freedom of markets is the Janus-faced disguise that hides the reality of global class warfare.

Mass Deception

There is clearly no bottom to the guile and mendacity of the corporate media in preserving its hallowed neoliberal ideology. Here’s George Orwell on the complex relationship between serving as a purveyor of false historical narratives and believing one’s own lies:

The process [of mass-media deception] has to be conscious, or it would not be carried out with sufficient precision, but it also has to be unconscious, or it would bring with it a feeling of falsity and hence of guilt… To tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them, to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then, when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion for just so long as it is needed, to deny the existence of objective reality and all the while to take account of the reality which one denies – all this is indispensably necessary.

—George Orwell, 1984

In the film version of Our Brand Is Crisis, an uber-confident Sandra Bullock rolls into a conference room to declare her ingenious device for swinging the election from the populist to the strongman. As she warms into her oratory, the brilliance of which becalms everyone in the room, she argues that the candidate mustn’t change, only the narrative. The population must be made to fear the populist (i.e., champion of their cause) by stirring up notions of chaos and collapse. The narrative thus becomes “crisis” rather than “hope” and the strongman is duly elected to thwart a mythic national implosion. It may be nauseating to see how cavalierly the publicists shape their storylines, but plotlines of this sort are being massaged every day. How many refer to the Hong Kong terrorists and vandals as ‘pro-democracy protesters’? We all do, reflexively. They are anything but, just as the ‘voluntary resignation’ of Evo Morales was anything but a willful concession, and was rather a coup d’état designed to speed Bolivian wealth and power into the nervy grip of the neoliberal north.

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The Playlist: Taylor Swift Seeks Harmony, and 10 More New Songs

Taylor Swift looks around and sees enemies everywhere on the aggrieved but not triumphant “You Need to Calm Down.” Tsk-tsk is a familiar mode for her, and typically she inhabits it with cheekiness and a raw sense of indignation. But here, her singing is deadpan and heavily filtered and processed, compressing all the joy out of her voice. And the lyrics draw implicit parallels between mean trolls (“Say it in the street, that’s a knockout/But you say it in a tweet, that’s a cop-out”) and actual bigots (“Why are you mad when you could be GLAAD?/Sunshine on the street at the parade/But you would rather be in the Dark Ages”). This is the second song from Swift’s seventh album “Lover,” which she just announced will be released in August. Its groove is slow and deliberate, with shades of electro and dub, and the stacked vocals have a pleasant thickness. But Swift used to win battles with wit and savvy, not weapons of mass production. JON CARAMANICA

Madonna, ‘I Don’t Search I Find’

Madonna’s 21st-century albums have been wildly inconsistent: a single that touches a nerve alongside a lot of contrived collaborations. Her latest album, “Madame X,” fits that template, but it does include the techno-pulsed, thoroughly Internet-aware, “I Don’t Search I Find.” Steady beats per minute and synthetic stings accompany the sung and spoken vocals in this track, which insists, “I found love, I found something new/I found you.” She has more to say about life and death, but beat and hooks are her message. JON PARELES

Vagabon, ‘Flood Hands’

Vagabon — the songwriter Laetitia Tamko — trades the guitar-centered indie-rock of her 2017 album, “Infinite Worlds,” for electronics in “Flood Hands,” from her album due in September. It’s a processional that circles ceaselessly through four chords, with their dense timbres changing but their cycle only interrupted, now and then, by a booming drum sound. She’s singing about an obsession — “I know even if I run from it/I’m still in it” — that, despite its sonic permutations, can’t be escaped. PARELES

Sturgill Simpson, ‘The Dead Don’t Die’

What emerges when the wry mystic Sturgill Simpson writes the title track for the new Jim Jarmusch zombie comedy is an elegant, elegiac hard-country song that’s notionally about the walking dead, but is really about how the dead still walk among us, in our hearts and minds: “Hearts break when loved ones journey on/At the thought that they’re now forever gone/So we tell ourselves they’re all still around us all the time.” CARAMANICA

Julien Baker, ‘Red Door’/‘Conversation Piece’

A pair of songs Julien Baker released on vinyl for Record Store Day were too richly wrought for such limited distribution; now they’re online. In “Conversation Piece” she sings about longing to be invisible: to “be a ghost and abandon the white sheet.” Ghostly sonic apparitions arrive and vanish around her voice and electric guitar; she can be surrounded and then all alone. In “Red Door,” she grapples with self-destructive rages and depression: “How far do you think I can go/Beneath before you won’t follow?” Her music rises to a resolute march, even as it copes with unpredictable surges and hollows. PARELES

Joan Shelley, ‘Coming Down for You’

“Coming Down for You” is a vow of compassionate devotion — “I’m coming down for you, to where you’ve fallen to” — set in a natural landscape: “Up the canyons and the valleys, I’ll call back to you.” The Kentucky-born songwriter Joan Shelley sets it to modal fingerpicking, acoustic and electric, that harks back to Appalachian roots, linking a personal bond to deeper tradition. PARELES

Avishai Cohen, ‘Simonero’

On this track, from the Israeli bassist Avishai Cohen’s latest album, each instrument seems to be doing a different dance — and even if they never cohere into a steady flow, together the five-piece band establishes a kind of boisterous, polyglot unity. When the pianist Elchin Shirinov’s Afro-Latin left-hand pattern syncs up with Cohen’s bass, his right hand keeps moving along on its own syncopated path. A trombone and flute eventually enter, draped over the rhythm section like a loosely stitched blanket, but they don’t offer a melody to guide your ear. The focus remains on the rhythm, frayed but adamant, like an instrumental hip-hop beat or an ancient rite. GIOVANNI RUSSONELLO

Lil Jon featuring Mac Dre, ‘Ain’t No Tellin’’

A tremendously infectious, potently throbbing, deliriously up-tempo song that blends mellow hyphy and mellow crunk. That said, why Lil Jon has chosen, in the year 2019, to release a collaboration with the Bay Area legend Mac Dre, who was murdered in 2004, is an utter mystery. But the seamlessness of the pairing — Mac Dre’s unearthed verse is refreshingly smooth — solves it. CARAMANICA

Raveena, ‘Stronger’

Stately, churchy, but slightly wavering chords support Raveena Aurora, a New York City songwriter in a subdued secular hymn about prying herself out of a toxic relationship. “I know you love to see me broken/You live to see me confused,” she sings. “Don’t talk too soon/I ain’t dead yet.” But her voice is calm, with a hint of Bollywood antigraivity; she has realized that, “I was so naïve to think a man could be stronger than me.” PARELES

Fabian Almazan Trio, ‘The Everglades’

Fabian Almazan puts his money — and his music — where his mouth is, advocating for environmental justice as both an improviser and an impresario. The Cuban-born pianist’s label, Biophilia Records, distributes CD-size booklets with no plastic discs (each package includes a download code instead), and encourages its artists to participate in sustainability activism. On Friday, Almazan’s trio released “This Land Abounds With Life,” the most inspired album in his already-impressive career, and an extended meditation on the imperiled majesty of the natural world. The centerpiece is a 13-minute-long epic titled “The Everglades,” which seems to chart the senescence of the Florida wetlands: It starts on a low lament, with open-tone electronics widening the space around his tolling piano, before the trio bursts into a driving fury — as brutal and uncontainable as the rising sea. Then comes a disappearance, an electroacoustic passage that sounds like the hum of radioactive rubble, and ultimately a return to that original lament. RUSSONELLO

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Caves are more than the sites of mines and ancient hieroglyphs, the burial places of giants, and homes for bats. They can also be haunted. And, why not? In desperate times, caves were utilized for sanctuary and sometimes standoffs and, given the geology, they seem like ideal vessels in a feng shui sort of way, to retain and hold a kind of amplified haunting that is held captive in a cul-du-sac formation. I am utterly fascinated with the haunted cave phenomena. I cannot think of a better spirit vessel. Let’s have a look at some more infamous haunted caves….

Bell Witch Cave

The Bell Witch Cave in Adams, Tennessee is a very popularly known cave apparently haunted by the Bell Witch. The cave is supposedly beneath a burial mound and there is even the remains of a previously robbed Native grave, though this is rather unusual for a Native burial, but not at all unusual for a giant burial in a stone sarcophagus. 

There are vague reports of sounds, giggling, talking, laughter and more within the cave, as well as belief that the Bell Witch monitors the occupants or a woman is seen sometimes within the caverns. There has been a lot of hype around this site. There could be some genuine haunting going on, but the source of the haunting may not be a supposed Bell Witch, but something perhaps more ancient, as the robbed grave might provide.

Mammoth Cave

Mammoth Cave in Kentucky is called the largest haunted cave. Interestingly, both Tennessee and Kentucky have amazing geology and an ancient history of giant races, as well as having great histories of Native Tribes and Civil War hardships. These are perfect places for caves to be haunted. In fact, it’s generally assumed there are lots more giant finds to be made in these caves, as well as perhaps even having active races of “little people” or “giants” and even “reptoids” existing within deep caverns today.

This seriously mammoth cave has seen a lot of history for thousands of years and that leaves a certain mystique, but it also has reason to be supposedly haunted. As far back as 4000 years ago, “Natives” were mining deep inside it. 

Is the cave haunted by spirits or simply a very lengthy history for thousands of years? That is hard to tell, but some have had unusual experiences, seen things, heard things, felt things within. 

In 1797, a man chased a bear into the entrance of the cave.  He was said to be the first white man to enter it. In 1798, a man who owned the land the cave was on, sold it to some brothers who wanted to mine saltpeter. By 1810, the brothers sold it to a bigger business who could mine for saltpeter on a bigger scale.  The War of 1812 made saltpeter much sought after. The new owner had slaves working the cave to mine the saltpeter for eventual gunpowder production. After the war, however, saltpeter needs fell and the business went under. 

The cave then became known for the “mummies” found in it. This brought in the first tourists to see the cave. In 1842, the cave was used as an experiment to house people with TB. And patients died there. 

This cave in Derbyshire offered an odd sound – 

Swallow Cave

Swallow Cave near Nahant, Massachusetts is not a particularly big cave, but it has a reputation of being haunted by a witch. The story goes back to the 1700s when Natives were fighting with settlers in Lynn, Massachusetts and they hid up in the cave. A local witch helped out the settlers to find the Natives, but then begged them to not fire upon the Natives. She somehow managed to convince the Natives to go back to the Cape Cod area and there was peace. Later, when she died, the people supposedly buried her above the cave in memory for what she had done and her spirit was said to still haunt the cave. 

Dungeon Rock Cave

Dungeon Rock in Lynn, Massachusetts, has a reputation of a potential pirate treasure within. A spiritualist of the times, Hiram Marble, thought he could find the pirate treasure and use spiritualist movement tools to do so. It was his ultimate goal to prove that spiritualists’ tools were credible. Unfortunately, he went decades searching and died without making his goal. 

Wabasha Street Caves

This interesting place has a sorted history. The Wabasha Street Caves in Saint Paul, Minnesota, is a building that leads back into caverns where they once mined silica. At different times, it was used for everything from gangster hideout to mushroom farming. An apparition of a man wearing a panama hat has been seen inside and a female apparition at the bar. Three gangsters in the 1930s were said to be shot down within the caves and they all have been seen at various times haunting the place. 

Amusement 

Now, this may be a “haunted cave” you are more likely to visit – the infamous “Haunted Cave” in Lewisburg, Ohio; a popular attraction!

Here’s a cave movie to put you in the mood –

Other awesome cave-themed movies: The Descent

The Cave

Catacombs

As Above, So Below

World’s Largest Cave

And then, there’s always the world’s largest cave in Vietnam – At more than 200m high, 150m wide and 5km long, the Hang Son Doong cave in Vietnam is so big it has its own river, jungle and climate.

Bizarre Cave Creatures What about the creatures you might encounter? There are some very unusually adapted critters crawling and scampering around the caves –

The Olm

An eyeless amphibian

Tumbling Creek Cave Snail

A small, white, blind, aquatic snail Texas Blind Salamander

Another cave-blind amphibian

Cave Mummies

And, then, there are cave mummies found all around the world.  Outside of Manila, at Kabayan Cave, loggers found these coffins and mummies showing signs of advanced embalming techniques like the Egyptians. 

Incan Child Sacrifices were discovered in caves and showed that they were drugged and left as sacrifices. The conditions in the caves made these poor children turn to mummies.

Spirit Cave Mummy – the oldest in the US, found in Nevada.

Spirit Cave

The Spirit Cave mummy is part of an ongoing dispute between the Paiutes who say it is their ancestor (although the find is 9000 years old, way before they came to those lands and bears no resemblance to their appearance or technology). If there is some justice, a DNA survey will be done – as they have already dated it and further analysis of hair or tooth or other material is of little consequence. The fact is, once this is proven to be of the First Migration to the Americas, we will have to rethink what we consider Native, as most anthropologists recognize three migrations to this continent.  The same could be said for the finds in Lovelock Cave which do not resemble in looks or technology what the local tribes can attribute to their ancestors. Even the Natives in Wisconsin admitted to another race of people being here when their people arrived, that race being the one that did the mining of copper there very long ago. Horrifying Cave Events

What about horrifying things that occurred in caves?

Catawba Murder Cave

This Virginia cave has a lot of local legends including a farmer who killed a tinker and threw him into the hole, a couple who couldn’t marry, so they drove a cart into the hole, a man in a caving club whose rope broke, sending him falling to his death. Since then, dozens of people have gotten trapped, but no more deaths. All in all, it’s a good idea to avoid this cave nicknaked “Murder Hole.” 

Dead Man’s Hole

Discovered in 1821 in Texas, it was a crazy sinkhole, but nothing special until the Civil War Era when Unionist sympathizers were thrown down it by Confederates. The bones of 17 people were found. In 1951, with gas masks (poisonous gas below), men descended into it to look around.  A commemorative plaque was left behind for those who died there.  Devil’s Hole

This cave in the Niagara Gorge in New York has had a reputation way back starting with the Iroquois. They believed there to be a demonic serpent in the cave called “Evil One.”  People were said to not come out of the cave and, if they did, their hair was white.  It doesn’t end there. In 1763, the Seneca ambushed an English wagon train and threw the bodies into the hole. Many dozens were killed there.

Phonom Sampeau Cave

This cave in Cambodia is referred to as the “Killing Cave.” The Khmer Rouge in the 1970s used it as a torturing and killing place. The bones, clothing, electrical devices for torture are still there on display.  Skeleton Cave, Arizona: Site of a horrible massacre of Native Americans. Hellfire Caves, UK: A curious and fabled site of potential secret rituals.Lovelock Cave, Nevada: Believed site of ancient red-haired giants massacre

Conclusion I hope this has gotten you interested in learning more about what goes on in caves – in the past, the present, and in caves we have yet to find with treasures of science and history!

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