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[witchyfashion]

50 States 500 Scary Places to Visit: On the Hunt to Uncover America's Most Haunted Places

50 States 500 Scary Places to Visit takes readers on a spooky tour through the scariest haunts in every state.

Organized by state, discover America's famous haunted mansions, hotels, parks, cemeteries, lighthouses, and theaters.

Includes creepy locations like the House of the Seven Gables, the LaLaurie Mansion, the Winchester Mystery House, the Bell Witch Cave, and many more.

Features full-color photos of the country's scariest places.

Hardcover, 144 pages

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[geeknik]

31 Days of Halloween: Day 10, The Bell Witch Cave

As we delve deeper into the realms of Halloween, we find ourselves drawn to the chilling tales surrounding the Bell Witch Cave in Adams, Tennessee. This eerie location is renowned for its connection to one of America's most infamous and enduring haunting stories. Prepare to be captivated by the haunting presence of the Bell Witch.

Historical Background

The Bell Witch haunting is said to have taken place in the early 19th century, when John Bell and his family settled in Adams, TN. The haunting allegedly began with strange noises and disturbances in their home, escalating to physical attacks on the family members by an unseen entity, later believed to be the Bell Witch. These events became the stuff of legend and have been passed down through generations.

The Haunting

The Bell Witch has been described as a malevolent and cunning spirit, tormenting the Bell family with a range of unexplained phenomena. It is said to have had a particular focus on John Bell, who suffered from physical assaults, strange illnesses, and psychological torment until his death.

The Bell Witch was known for her ability to mimic human voices and engage in intelligent conversation, displaying a vast knowledge of history, scripture, and the future. This supernatural entity also had the ability to shape-shift, causing fear and despair among those who encountered her.

The Bell Witch Cave

The Bell Witch Cave, located near the original Bell family homestead, is said to be the site where the spirit often resided. It is believed that the cave holds residual energy and echoes of the haunting, making it a significant location for paranormal enthusiasts.

Exploring the cave provides a window into the past, allowing visitors to witness the enigmatic energy and perhaps catch a glimpse of the Bell Witch herself. The cave's dark, winding passages and eerie atmosphere add to the sense of foreboding as visitors step into the heart of the haunting.

Visiting the Bell Witch Cave

Those brave enough to explore the Bell Witch Cave can indulge in guided tours that provide insight into the Bell family's haunting experiences and the legends surrounding the Bell Witch. The knowledgeable guides share chilling tales, paranormal encounters, and historical accounts that continue to fascinate visitors.

The cave itself offers an eerie ambiance, with its low ceilings, narrow passageways, and damp walls. Visitors are advised to bring a sense of curiosity and respect for the spirits that may linger within the cave's depths.

Conclusion

Day 10 of our 31 days of Halloween takes us to the Bell Witch Cave in Adams, Tennessee, an unsettling place surrounded by the echoes of a haunting that has captivated and terrified generations. The Bell Witch's legacy continues to be a subject of fascination, drawing visitors from near and far to explore the cave and uncover the chilling secrets that lie within.

Whether you visit the Bell Witch Cave for its historical significance, the paranormal intrigue, or purely for the thrill of Halloween, be prepared to encounter the lingering presence of a malevolent spirit that has left an indelible mark on American folklore.

[basementofthebizarre]

Bewitched in Tennessee: The Haunting Tale of the Bell Witch

The story of the Bell Witch is one of America’s most enduring and chilling tales of paranormal activity. Originating in the early 19th century in Adams, Tennessee, the legend has captivated generations with its eerie details of a malevolent spirit that terrorized the Bell family. The Bell Witch story is a complex blend of history, folklore, and supernatural occurrences, making it a fascinating…

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The GHOST Finally Made Good on Her DEADLY Promise | The Bell Witch

A family is terrorized by a spirit in their home. Not only do they hear strange noises, but they are also physically attacked. They do everything they can to find peace, but nothing could prepare them for how things would come to a tragic end.

Let's watch the entire video and learn about The GHOST Finally Made Good on Her DEADLY Promise | The Bell Witch. In this video, we are taking a look at the journey through the terrible tale of the Bell Witch haunting.

In this spine-tingling story, we explore the unsettling experiences of a family whose home becomes a battleground against an unseen entity. From unexplained phenomena to tragic consequences, the mysteries surrounding this haunting will leave you questioning the boundaries between the living and the dead.

As we unravel the secrets of the Bell Witch, we confront themes of belief in the paranormal, the fragility of home, and the consequences of disturbing the resting places of the departed. Through meticulous research and a cinematic narrative style, I bring this haunting tale to life, inviting you to ponder the existence of ghosts and the consequences of inviting spirits into our lives.

We can also explore the history, examining the doubts and uncertainties surrounding this infamous case. From the questionable involvement of General Jackson to the eerie prophecies of the witch herself, every detail adds another layer to the chilling mystery.

So, grab your headphones, brace yourself for the unknown, and let's uncover the truth behind the Bell Witch haunting together. Don't forget to like, subscribe, and stay tuned for more scary stories on my channel. Until next time, stay safe, and may peace be with you.

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[marzipanandminutiae]

Growing up in middle Tennessee like

I don’t know what’s going on with the whole Bell Witch thing, and some of the sources were probably made up over the years, but you will never catch me saying wholesale that it’s not true

[sinceileftyoublog]

Julie Byrne Album Review: The Greater Wings

(Ghostly International)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Albums billed as being shaped by grief often don't follow linear rules, or at least a perfect pipeline of death to grief to songwriting. Famously, when Jeff Tweedy sang, "Tall buildings shake / Voices escape singing sad sad songs," on "Jesus Etc.", released in 2002, many listeners thought the line to be about 9/11, even though Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was finished before the attacks. More recently, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds' Skeleton Tree hit shelves after his son Arthur tragically died from a fall; during its recording sessions, Cave amended many of the album's lyrics, which had been initially written by the time his son passed away, but to this day we don't know exactly what changed. On the title track to singer-songwriter Julie Byrne's new album The Greater Wings, she declares she will "name my grief to let it sing," rendering that grief a living, breathing entity, almost a character in the album. Halfway through the making of the record, Byrne's creative partner Eric Littmann suddenly passed away. After shelving it for six months, Byrne completed the album with producer Alex Somers, her first time in a conventional recording studio. The result is a stunning canvas of reflection on things that are no longer for this world, from people to relationships, filtered through Byrne's blue-colored glasses.

Really, a more apt timeline for comparison to The Greater Wings is Bell Witch's Mirror Reaper, an album that acts as a tribute to a former member while including documents of their physical presence, more living artifact than ghost. On Mirror Reaper, it was the late Adrian Guerra's voice; here, Littmann's synthesizers shine throughout the record, like his arpeggios harmonizing with Marilu Donovan's harp on "Summer Glass" and his wobbly instrumentation on "Conversation Is A Flowstate". To see how Byrne and Somers owned the material from there is breathtaking. It's hard to remember that before her previous record, Not Even Happiness, Byrne was a DIY folk singer. That album's glassy closing track "I Live Now As A Singer" not only informed The Greater Wings' expanded aesthetic, but it's proven to be a total turning point in Byrne's career. The production flourishes and additional instrumentation on The Greater Wings are sometimes subtle, but they move mountains. Synthesizers shimmer alongside acoustic guitar on the title track. Somers' backing vocals on "Portrait Of A Clear Day" nestle among Byrne's lead vocal turn, Donovan's harp, and Jake Falby's strings. "I get so nostalgic for you sometimes," Byrne sings, her hazy memories perfectly contrasting the crispness of the music.

In fact, contrast is a defining feature of The Greater Wings. On emotional centerpiece "Summer Glass", Byrne's words consist of recollections of specific moments in time ("You lit my joint with the end of your cigarette," "The tattoo you gave me lying in bed"), all-encompassing devotionals ("You are the family that I chose"), and broad therapeutic goals ("I want to be whole enough to risk again"). Even the instrumental "Summer's End" showcases the tactility of Donovan's harp against the atmospheric wash of the synthesizers and echoing bells. And Somers added textures to Littman's initial work on "Conversation Is A Flowstate", making it a harmonic, yet percussive and conversational push-pull as Byrne recites affirmations: "Permission to feel it, it's alright / Permission to grieve, it is alright / Healing can be heartbreaking, it's alright."

Making yourself "whole," or as close to it as possible, is not an easy or definite process, in life or in music. Even on a song like "Flare", Byrne goes through multiple so-called "stages of grief," including bargaining and acceptance, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's modular synth buoying her words. The Greater Wings, then, is as close to universal art as it gets, a treatise on the human penchant for imperfection, for being naturally unable to fully appreciate something while it's there. "I tell you now what for so long I did not say / That if I have no right to want you / I want you anyway," Byrne sings with smoky heartbreak on "Lightning Comes Up From The Ground", a title that makes literal what happens when an event in your life shakes you to your core: It turns your world upside-down.

[thesehauntedhills]

THE BELL WITCH CAVE

Located in Adams, this cave is associated with the infamous Bell Witch legend, where a malevolent spirit tormented the Bell family in the early 19th century. Visitors report eerie encounters and strange occurrences.

[grillthegridmydear]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　The Good Witch　:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

pairing. F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Ollie Bearman x Leclerc!reader

summary ~ The baby of the Leclerc family experiences the worst heartbreak of her life while living in London, so she writes an album.

faceclaim ~ Maisie Peters

notes ~ This album has been my roman empire since it dropped and I am making it everyone else's problem now. My school level french is no use to me here so please pardon any terrible translations.

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gridgossip singer-songwriter y/n leclerc has blacked out all her social media pages and made them private, this comes following the abrupt news that the ferrari drivers sister cancelled the rest of her european tour dates. sources say that she has blocked her long time boyfriend yourbfusername. could the couple's split be the reason for the radio silence?

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f1gossip Heartbreak for baby Leclerc as photos of her long time boyfriend yourbfusername were released earlier this week outside of a popular london nightclub kissing another girl. y/n was spotted leaving Nice Côte d'Azur Airport with her brother Charles Leclerc late last night. The 21 year old pop star seemingly escaping her ex boyfriend and guitarist to return to Monaco.

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user10 ok this is why we dont give men rights cause WTF

user11 poor y/n, i cant believe it

user12 not what i was expecting

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It took 3 days to finally pull myself out of the pit of my childhood room. The sun bleeding through the crevices of the blinds screaming to be opened for some fresh air. coming back to Monaco felt like defeat but I knew that staying in London would kill me, plus the hushed whispers coming from downstairs reminded me that this was the best thing I could do, my brothers were dramatic enough without deciding to go on strike from racing until I finally agreed to come back.

Small snuffles under the door broke the serene atmosphere in the air, followed by tiny nails scratching to get in. finally pulling myself out from under the covers I cracked open my door enough to let a tiny four legged blonde into my cave, Leo weaved his way between my legs, herding me closer to the door. his persistence finally made me scoop him into my arms and make my way downstairs.

The already whispered conversation died as I took the last few steps into the living room. Four heads turned on a swivel to see me enter the living room. Maman sitting on the sofa with Arthur and Alex, Charles sitting at the piano in the corner of the room. "Bébé ? tu veux manger quelque chose ? nous étions sur le point de préparer le déjeuner." (baby? do you want to eat something? we were about to make some lunch.)

the idea of food made my stomach lurch, I skipped dinner last night in favour of crying into my sheets. Heartbreak had always seemed so stupid when I was young. How could girls spend all their energy loving someone who hurt them? I owe all those girls an apology. I could only nod as I set Leo down on the floor, he trotted over to Alex and with my arms free from the wriggling pup I sat down on the piano stool next to my brother. the guilt over cancelling my tour had been eating my alive for the last week, so many people would be so disappointed. I hadn't even entertained the idea of opening my phone since I landed, but Arthur had reassured me through the door that people were just worried about me, whether I was ok?

I had no idea if I was.

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charles_leclerc I remember the day you were born and you cried so much we couldn't hear ourselves think. you demanded to be heard and since that day you have had music in your soul. it has been an honour and a privilege to watch you grow into the woman you are today. happy birthday ange, thanks for letting your big brother watch you make an album.

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user21 ALBUM!?! SAY SIKE RN

user22 part time driver, full time stan

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user24 happy birthday!!! now back to the ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT!!

user25 EVERYBODY STAY CALM

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yourusername thanks cha! DID YOU JUST LEAK MY ALBUM!

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yourusername ok since SOMEBODY couldn't keep a secret for 3 seconds 😠 my father always taught me that boys weren't worth the energy and to hit them back twice as hard. so here I am papa, making you proud.

The Good Witch is now streaming on all platforms!

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Hey yall! just something a little short and sweet to get back into the swing of things.

i do want to eventually do a series based on this album for the grid cause i am obsessed.

let me know what you think

-A

[lilacgaby]

Your stories are wonderful ♥️♥️

I couldn't stop reading ✨✨

I was thinking about a fantasy AU, where we have the big dragon bakugou and his tiny fairy friend a Tinkerbelk vibe lol

And what would their routine be like, perhaps scaring away some treasure hunters?

I love your stories ♥️✨

dragonking!katsuki was the most feared king in all the lands. he was strong, wielding a sword he welded with his own flames, magic stronger than a clan of witches, and unforeseen knowledge that always gave him an edge.

how did he get this knowledge you ask? it was a secret to most, however.. only his most trusted dragonknight knew it was because of his pocket-sized fairy, you.

you wore a flower dress of your favorite color, always glowing and shimmery because of the fairy dust you used to keep yourself healthy and flying. you'd found katsuki when he was a prince, he was teary eyed as he sat out in the gardens, upset that his childhood rival had been revealed to have royal blood.

you were lost, still in a white, orchid gown as you slowly flew around, eventually landing on his knee. he eyed you oddly, jumping slightly when you landed on him. though, as he examined you further, he realized that he was being touched by a real fairy. something he'd only heard about in tales he'd hear at night. you spoke to him, though at first he could only hear a bell sound.

he saw you looked frustrated, until smacking your forehead with a "duh!" and flying up to sprinkle him with some fairy dust. after a bit of confusion, he kept his red eyes locked onto you as you cleared your throat. "can you hear me now?" you said, making him speechless. he managed a nod and you continued.

"i don't really know how to get back to my hollow so.. can i stay with you?" you asked, shyly putting one leg behind the other at your request. he sputtered, before managing a, "t-that's cool, fairy girl."

"it's actually [name] random guy!"

"okay [name], uh-- katsuki's fine."

he soon realized not everyone could hear you, and you explained that the fairy dust you used was too valuable to let just everyone use it. he smirked though, happy that he'd be special to you.

you were there as he was sent off on his crowning journey, telling him where to find the best loot, the best resting places you'd remember, and even how to scavenge for food. you'd keep him company through the uncomfortable nights, and he'd carry you in his gloved hands during winter, since your wing's would freeze over.

he'd make you tiny leaf beds and let you sleep a safe distance from his head, he'd make sure you ate and would take you to collect pixie dust from the various trees you'd remember.

with your help, he was the first successful one of all the heirs to help awaken the crimson dragon, officially crowning him king.

he celebrated with you, treating you to maple syrup and finding you the best flowers to finally make you a new dress, topping it all of with a baby's breath crown.

you were always on his shoulder, always hidden by the fur coat he'd adorn. people would find the king randomly smiling as he heard your jokes or comments, but when questioned he'd slam his fist.

the casual day for you two would usually be hunting for treasure. for some reason, fairies were hardwired with amazing intuition that was always correct, so you were like his own metal detector. he'd hold you close to him, a habit he formed after you were snatched out of the sky once by a hawk, and you'd point in the direction you'd need to go.

when he arrived, seeing the pirates already in process of looting the place, he'd ready his magic, whispering to you to get under his coat. he fought off the 20 some men alone, leaving with not only the treasure in the cave, but on the pirates ship too.

as he called his village people to come get their share of the fair amount of treasure, he smiled softly at you, who was now eating some more maple candy he'd got for you on top of his thumb.

he owed it all to you, his fairy.

can you tell i loved this req??? ty for the support always <3

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn started a raid at Cleo's face!

transcription under the cut:

Martyn: Bells. I hear bells. Oh god, there's a raid happening. Oh, no wait, did I trigger the raid? Oohhhhh. (five seconds of silence) Oh dear. Well, I did need to observer villagers. I forgot about my--thing. The bells were already going though, right? That wasn't me. That's not on me. (six seconds of silence, punctuated only by the villager's bells tolling) Um. I-I'm not equipped for this. (ten seconds of only the bells ringing) I mean, some of you look like you're geared up for war. That's fine, right? Oh, what's this? "Red Village," okay. Sure. (seven seconds of silence as he fixes his settings) There we go. Oh dear. Oh! Cleo's house. Oh, cool. What the--I'm not even going to look at half this stuff, damn. So is this-is this where Cleo lives? (ten seconds of just bells) Oh no. Oh, this isn't a good start, is it? I just wanted to go and look at a pretty glade, which is far over to the west. And you know what, I'm gonna go back to doing what I intended to do. I'd rather see the glade than be afraid, alright? That's my life's motto. (laughs) It's not, but.

Martyn: ugh, you know what, I think I was right there, wasn't I? Witch, vindicators, pillagers...there's an iceologer there as well...did I live there or did I live somewhere else? I feel like I did, I feel like I went north of this structure, and then I found the little campsite there. And then that-that raid is...that raid started over here. Yeah. Dammit.

Martyn: I need a nice cave to live in. "Oh no the consequences of your actions." I didn't mean to! You say that like I intended to do this. That was not the intention. Not at all, by no stretch of the imagination was I trying to do this. Is this the village where the raid started? "Civilization, question mark?"

Martyn: Oh no, there is, yeah, no, this is-this is the village where I started the raid--oh! So it (laughs) I think you'll find, chat, I'm a hero. Can you believe it? I actually led an entire raid--I singlehandedly did a flex, and basically pulled them all away. That's-that's-that's the way I'm reading the situation. There was a raid, and I managed to pull it away from there-I managed to strip it away to an abandoned location, and all the pillagers are too stupid to realize that-that they've been duped. I think I'm a pretty great guy at this point, or a pretty great dragon. I think every dragon's gonna say thank you to me as soon as they meet me, hundred percent.

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Martyn: Nobody tell Cleo, mmkay? Nooo-body tell Cleo.

[lilywily143]

Evolved Voices

The voices change depending on the story and path they are a part of! Thank you again to @beartitled for this concept! Part 2

[Warning: Spoilers, Blood, Gore, Cuts, Self harm scars and injuries]

Base Cheated 3rd Medal Wings Stab scar on his chest because he's been "cheated from life" Round Shape Language

Razor Cuts from Princess's attack Sharper Shape Language

Arms Race/No Way Out More cuts Even sharper shape language Slice cut where he lost his hand [if that happens in the last chapter] WormHole Design with galaxy parts [for the teleporting power]

Mutially Assured Destruction/The Empty Cup Cut marks turn into stars Sharpest Shape Language

I had a nice time drawing @itsonlypolite 's Cheated Design. He is super cool.

[Cold Wing design]

Base Cold He's just calm in his wings, it doesn't warm him, he's just cool within himself

Spectre Bloodstain on hands X on chest Little ghosty and phasey

Wraith Frostbite Stains More ghostly and skellie apperance

Princess and the Dragon Stetchy Stains [forgot to draw them] Dragon Features

[Drafting Page]

Base Contrarian Jester man with some sharp wings for his love of knife throwing

Throw it out the window!

Stranger Ending Extra Limbs Less sharp shape language +more bells

Base Hunted Declaws Plucked off feathers Bite marks on wrists Sharp teeth

[why he has bite marks]

Hero: HUNTED!

Hunted: W-wait I-I wasn't-

Hero: No biting.

Beast Talon-like Claws More Ripped off feathers Bite and Claw Marks Missing Wing [if you're digested] Little horn like the beast

Wild Mixed features with Princess Healed fully Made of nerves

Wounded Wild Feather stems when they were plucked become a crown Stays healed Heart and nerve markings

Den [Instinct Fight] w/ Stubborn Unhinged Jaw Lion Features as they mix No more marks from injuries Full Horn

Den [Recuse] w/ Skeptic Still has injuries Scuffed up from cave-in Bandages like the Den

Base Opportunist Overall "Appealing" features +Halo +"Healthy" hourglass body "Backstabbing" Sharp wings

Witch Appealing Features Shrink Small vines on ankles and wrists

Thorn Flowers [no thorns if you are nice] Stab wound in flowershape +blood stains look like petals/Center is the stab wound

Wild Mixed with princess No "ill-intent" features [no halo and the appealing wings are sharper] Made of nerves

Wounded Wild Halo becomes princess crown Nerves and heart branding

Hero: Those two look... happy.

Wounded Voices deserve the world <3

Base Paranoid Ruffled Up Few plucked feathers Big "ear" fluff Tired Eyebags Thinning body

[I accidently drew him with long arms and short legs, but I like it]

Nightmare Heart. Lungs. Nerves. markings More Plucked feathers sore through [can't draw it] more eyes to watch for danger

Clarity Nerve Marking turn to stitches Ying Yang Stuff [the whole "The good times will get better when the princess is around"]

Wraith Thinner from starving +stab wound if you use the knife Skillie Look Marking gone

Base Broken Broken pair of wings Plucked feathers Tower Princess crown branding Thinnging enough to see ribs

Tower Wings healed Feathers come back Branding glowers Extra eyes Healthier body type

Fury Wings decay More plucked feathers Fury crown branding Worst health

Apotheosis [If you join her side] Bibically accurate angel eyes Healthy body Fun head wings Crown Branding with eyes

Apotheosis (Fight Back) w/Paranoid No branding No extra eyes Scars stay, but he's healthy and strong

A part 3 is in the works still

[floridaboiler]

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy…

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good to know ya

The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew were in peril And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er

They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains are the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters…

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the maritime sailors' cathedral The church bell chimed. It rang twenty-nine times. For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early…

~ “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot

Image: “Every Man Knew” by David Conklin

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 3 EPISODE 13 || EYE OF THE STORM ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

“This way,” I said. Within ten paces, I saw the light. It was no more than a faint glow on the rocks of the passage, but it was enough to restore the gift of sight. Suddenly, I could see my hands and feet, though dimly.

My breath came out in something like a sob, of relief and fear. I felt like a ghost taking shape as I walked toward the light and the soft bell-hum before me. The light was stronger, now, then dimmed again as Jamie slid in front of me, and his back blocked my view. Then he bent and stepped through a low archway. I followed, and stood up in light. It was a good-sized chamber, the walls farthest from the torch still cold and black with the slumber of the cave. The wall before us had wakened, though. It flickered and gleamed, particles of embedded mineral reflecting the flames of a pine torch, fixed in a crevice.

“So ye came, did you?”

Geillis was on her knees, eyes fixed on a glittering stream of white powder that fell from her folded fist, drawing a line on the dark floor. I heard a small sound from Jamie, half relief, half horror, as he saw Ian. The boy lay in the middle of the pentacle on his side, hands bound behind him, gagged with a strip of white cloth. Next to him lay an ax. It was made of a shiny dark stone, like obsidian, with a sharp, chipped edge. The handle was covered with gaudy beadwork, in an African pattern of stripes and zigzags.

“Don’t come any closer, fox.” Geilie sat back on her heels, showing her teeth to Jamie in an expression that was not a smile. She held a pistol in one hand; its fellow, charged and cocked, was thrust through the leather belt she wore about her waist. Eyes fixed on Jamie, she reached into the pouch suspended from the belt and withdrew another handful of diamond dust. I could see beads of sweat standing on her broad white brow; the bell-hum from the time-passage must be reaching her as it reached me. I felt sick, and the sweat ran down my body in trickles under my clothes. The pattern was almost finished. With the pistol carefully trained, she dribbled out the thin, shining stream until she had completed the pentagram. The stones were already laid inside it—they glinted from the floor in sparks of color, connected by a gleaming line of poured quicksilver. “There, then.” She sat back on her heels with a sigh of relief, and wiped the thick, creamy hair back with one hand. “Safe. The diamond dust keeps out the noise,” she explained to me. “Nasty, isn’t it?” She patted Ian, who lay bound and gagged on the ground in front of her, his eyes wide with fear above the white cloth of the gag. “There, there, mo chridhe. Dinna fret, it will be soon over.” “Take your hand off him, ye wicked bitch!” Jamie took an impulsive step forward, hand on his dirk, then stopped, as she lifted the barrel of the pistol an inch. “Ye mind me o’ your uncle Dougal, a sionnach,” she said, tilting her head to one side coquettishly. “He was older when I met him than you are now, but you’ve the look of him about ye, aye? Like ye’d take what ye pleased and damn anyone who stands in your way.” Jamie looked at Ian, curled on the floor, then up at Geilie. “I’ll take what’s mine,” he said softly. “But ye can’t, now, can ye?” she said, pleasantly. “One more step, and I kill ye dead. I spare ye now, only because Claire seems fond of ye.” Her eyes shifted to me, standing in the shadows behind Jamie. She nodded to me.

“A life for a life, sweet Claire. Ye tried to save me once, on Craigh na Dun; I saved you from the witch-trial at Cranesmuir. We’re quits now, aye?”

Geilie picked up a small bottle, uncorked it, and poured the contents carefully over Ian’s clothes. The smell of brandy rose up, strong and heady, and the torch flared brighter as the fumes of alcohol reached it. Ian bucked and kicked, making a strained noise of protest, and she kicked him sharply in the ribs. “Be still!” she said. “Don’t do it, Geilie,” I said, knowing that words would do no good. “I have to,” she said calmly. “I’m meant to. I’m sorry I shall have to take the girl, but I’ll leave ye the man.” “What girl?” Jamie’s fists were clenched tight at his side, knuckles white even in the dim torchlight. “Brianna? That’s the name, isn’t it?” She shook back her heavy hair, smoothing it out of her face. “The last of Lovat’s line.” She smiled at me.

“What luck ye should have come to see me, aye? I’d never ha’ kent it, otherwise. I thought they’d all died out before 1900.” A thrill of horror shot through me. I could feel the same tremor run through Jamie as his muscles tightened. It must have shown on his face. Geilie cried out sharply and leapt back. She fired as he lunged at her. His head snapped back, and his body twisted, hands still reaching for her throat. Then he fell, his body limp across the edge of the glittering pentagram. There was a strangled moan from Ian. I felt rather than heard a sound rise in my throat. I didn’t know what I had said, but Geilie turned her face in my direction, startled. When Brianna was two, a car had carelessly sideswiped mine, hitting the back door next to where she was sitting. I slowed to a stop, checked briefly to see that she was unhurt, and then bounded out, headed for the other car, which had pulled over a little way ahead. The other driver was a man in his thirties, quite large, and probably entirely self-assured in his dealings with the world. He looked over his shoulder, saw me coming, and hastily rolled up his window, shrinking back in his seat. I had no consciousness of rage or any other emotion; I simply knew, with no shadow of doubt, that I could—and would—shatter the window with my hand, and drag the man out through it. He knew it, too. I thought no further than that, and didn’t have to; the arrival of a police car had recalled me to my normal state of mind, and then I started to shake. But the memory of the look on that man’s face stayed with me. Fire is a poor illuminator, but it would have taken total darkness to conceal that look on Geilie’s face; the sudden realization of what was coming toward her. She jerked the other pistol from her belt and swung it to bear on me; I saw the round hole of the muzzle clearly—and didn’t care. The roar of the discharge caromed through the cave, the echoes sending down showers of rocks and dirt, but by then I had seized the ax from the floor. I noted quite clearly the leather binding, ornamented with a beaded pattern. It was red, with yellow zigzags and black dots. The dots echoed the shiny obsidian of the blade, and the red and yellow picked up the hues of the flaming torch behind her. I heard a noise behind me, but didn’t turn. Reflections of the fire burned red in the pupils of her eyes. The red thing, Jamie had called it. I gave myself to it, he had said. I didn’t need to give myself; it had taken me. There was no fear, no rage, no doubt. Only the stroke of the swinging ax. The shock of it echoed up my arm, and I let go, my fingers numbed. I stood quite still, not even moving when she staggered toward me. Blood in firelight is black, not red. She took one blind step forward and fell, all her muscles gone limp, making no attempt to save herself. The last I saw of her face was her eyes; set wide, beautiful as gemstones, a green water-clear and faceted with the knowledge of death.

Someone was speaking, but the words made no sense. The cleft in the rock buzzed loudly, filling my ears. The torch flickered, flaring sudden yellow in a draft; the beating of the dark angel’s wings, I thought. The sound came again, behind me.

62 ABANDAWE ~ voyager

[joons]

Why is there so much purported spooky stuff in Appalachia? And do you have any personal stories of spooky things you encountered there?

Appalachian woods are dense and remote, so whether you're seeing a person while walking alone or some strange, ghoulish cryptid, there are places where help won't reach you (extremely spotty cell service, even if you're barely a mile out of town). It's just a spooky setting to run into anything off. Because of that isolation, you are also more likely to run into little communities that still practice folk medicine, dowsing (water witching), or specific regional spiritualism like snake handling or shape-note singing. Not saying that these are widespread, but old-world traditions are more likely to survive in places that the rest of the world passes by.

Appalachian cryptids include Mothman, the Woodbooger (Sasquatch), the Wampus Cat, the Bell Witch (famous for fucking up Andrew Jackson), Tailypo (my personal favorite - a monkey/weasel-like hybrid that gets its tail eaten by a backwoodsman and comes to reclaim it). Every third natural formation is called "the Devil's ____" and has an associated legend.

A very common phenomenon is hearing a raven mimic voices or chimes in the middle of the woods, which gives the impression of hearing ghosts. This may have given rise to the Cherokee legend of the Raven Mocker, which is like a human-sized raven that can shapeshift. Lots of foxes, which sound like humans when they scream. Lots of impenetrable caves. Lots of species that don't exist anywhere else in the world (mostly salamanders). Lots of kudzu swallowing all human endeavors.

I saw a ghost or something when I was like 2, so I have no memory of it beyond my grandmother's retelling (she claimed to see it too and only believed it had really happened because I had an instant reaction). But this was inside a normal house, not the woods! That's worse!

[damegorthaur]

So I saw the trailer a few times now. Here are the first (and second and third) impressions:

- Music. The music is gorgeous. Gave me goosebumps <3 it's gonna be another great album to listen to for years to come

- I wonder what was the language that the sacrifice was singing in though

- Love, love the prelude to meeting the Witch. The little details of the forest in the lead up to it - bells and ornaments in the trees, whispers in the cave. Fantastic.

- The fight itself is great. Really liked the parallels with Geralt's fight with Striga in W1 - use of the chain and Quen shield. Really well done and expecting some interesting mechanics in the actual game.

- Ciri looks like a cougar 👀

- Who spends a lot of time on Skellige (with her Queen Gf)

- Great to see that humanity is as disappointing as always.

- NGL for all that Unreal Engine 5 has been mentioned about 50 times in the release ....I'm not too impressed. It looks great don't get me wrong....just very bland. I quite liked the distinctive style of each previous game. So this is a bit meh in comparison but we will see. Early days and it's a cinematic trailer.

- Ok. But what about Temeria.

[golbrocklovely]

it's finally here: my favorite time of year again ! the third annual 13 nights of halloween, brought to you by me and my inability to have a sleep schedule. this year might even top the previous years, so don't miss a single post.

i'm keeping everything a secret until the day of, so come back to this to know what got posted. happy haunting !!

👻 - fic | 🎃 - moodboard | 💀 - miscellaneous

STARTS OCTOBER 19TH

1. sam and colby as chucky and tiffany | 🎃 2. a witching hour // vampire!sam | 👻 3. favorite sam and colby investigations: the shanley hotel and villisca axe murder house | 💀 4. sam and colby as themed halloweens | 🎃 5. hunger // vampire!colby | 👻 6. sam and colby as the monster and the phantom (part two) | 🎃👻 7. favorite sam and colby investigations: the queen anne hotel and fairfield infirmary | 💀 8. mr. fantastic // corrupt!sam | 👻 9. halloween dates with sam and colby | 🎃 10. favorite sam and colby investigations: bell witch cave and goatman's bridge | 💀 11. cultish love // corrupt!colby | 👻 12. costumes i want to see sam and colby in: ken from barbie and the grim reaper | 🎃 13. careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4) | 👻