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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.

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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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user11 poor y/n, i cant believe it

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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

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

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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!

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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.

(ZombieCleo joined the game) appears in chat

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

[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!

[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) | 👻

[starryseth]

hello, happy new year, hope you have a great year <3

do you think you can write a seth borden relationship headcanos? like what is like to date him

thank you, hopefully you write more and also any reactions including the whole group (seth, sam, colby, josh)

Hello, Happy New Years to you as well! I am so sorry that it has taken me a few to answer this! I am a CNA (Certified Nurses Assistant) and my place of work wants me to work more hours. But anyways, let's go!

Dating Seth Borden Would Include:

Seth Borden x Reader

I feel like be would be really shy at first, given his family's history, not many people got too close

But you liked him

Like a lot

You guys met during the Bell Witch Cave video, Sam and Colby allowed you to come along with them because your Colby's little sister and you begged to come along

You may not be in the video but you did experience every thing with them

You went to the back of the cave with Josh and Seth and you felt the presence of the Bell Witch and froze

Seth didn't think anything of it and hugged you, you were in shock and began the blush really hard, he was really comforting

You guys came back and he was stuck by your side and you didn't complain, although Colby was a bit protective and did the typical older brother thing

After the video, Seth asked you on a date

Typical dates for you and Seth are picnics, going to candy stores, and going to the movies

It is cute and he is super clingy, staying by your side the entire time and holding your hand

Of course everyone is happy for you

When you told Colby you are dating Seth he had told him to be kind and not to hurt you, he was your first boyfriend so it would all be new (mostly because Colby never thought anyone was good enough)

Sam thought of you as a little sister as well but was beyond excited for you because he knew that Seth is a good person

Nate sees you as a best friend after growing up with you and Colby and he had a bit of a crush on you but he wasn't gonna let that stop you from being happy with Seth

Seth is just over all a good person and a great boyfriend

He is clingy, loves to randomly dance with you without music

He loves to take you on trips with him and have a good time exploring places with him and his group

Sorry if that wasn't exactly the ask but I hope you like it!

[jungle-angel]

Sunshine Of His Life (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Spring has finally arrived in your home town and Calvin has a little surprise for you and your daughter

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, birth, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse Meggy dahling, he's back!!!!!! (lol).

"Alright buddy, c'mon, lets head home," Calvin said to Six-Thirty, loading him up in the car.

Six-Thirty yipped before Calvin unhooked his leash and pulled out of the parking lot of the college. Spring fever was already beginning to set in, not just with the students, but with the teachers as well, the weather nice enough to be able to hold classes outside and thank God he had two weeks off for spring break. No lessons, no planning, no having to be up at some ungodly hour to be at the college for eight in the morning. Just you, him, Six-Thirty and the baby.

He had parked the car next to the sidewalk, relieved that the little dress shop on the corner was still open. All week he had his eyes on the two dresses in the window, both of pale blue lace and the smaller baby's dress coming with a pair of little white buckle shoes to match. All week long Calvin had passed by the window, envisioning both you and Baby Ellen in those matching blue dresses, sitting with him, his mother, father, siblings, nieces and nephews in the pews at St. Mary's on Easter Sunday. After two weeks of scraping together the money for them, he could wait no longer.

He let Six-Thirty out, once again hooking the leash to his collar before going in. The tiny bell above the door rang and Mrs. O'Neil's gaze soon met his.

"Wondered when or if you'd finally cave and come by Calvin," she laughed. "How are you?"

"Not too bad, Mabel," Calvin answered. "Just getting off work."

"Ah I see," Mabel O'Neil answered. "And who's this handsome gentleman you've brought in? I don't think we've met before."

"Six-Thirty usually comes with me to work during the week," Calvin explained. "(Y/n)'s home with the baby at the moment."

Mabel gasped. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "You know, I remember your mother telling me when the rest of the girls were at the house for our Friday game of mah-jongg, but I hadn't seen head or tail of her since then. Are you here to buy something for the both of them? I am so sorry, me talking your ear off."

Calvin laughed a little bit. "Yes actually," he said. "If the two blue dresses in the window are available, could I by any chance take them?"

"Oh by all means!" Mrs. O'Neil told him. "And since it's getting close to Easter, I'll give you half off for the trouble."

"Oh no Mabel you don't have to...."

"Calvin, I insist," Mrs. O'Neil told him. "The other day Doris Barone and Anna Rubenstein were in here and they saw Freida Burns in here trying to buy it for that impossible pig of a niece of hers. (Y/n) and the baby deserve it more than that spoiled, wretched brat anyhow."

"Thanks Mabel," Calvin chuckled.

Mabel quickly took the two dresses and the shoes and packed them carefully in tissue paper. "Oh," she said suddenly. "I almost forgot. The wicked old witch was eyeing this too, but I certainly wasn't about to let her have it."

Out of the jewelry case, Mabel took a little pearl baby bracelet and placed it in a white and gold box with a little bit of cotton packing. "A little gift from me and Lenny, to you and (y/n)," Mabel told him.

"Aunt Mabel this is really too much," Calvin said with a huge smile. "Thank you so much."

"Think nothing of it," Mabel told him. "Last thing I'll give you is a Milkbone for Six-Thirty and send you on your way. Oh and let your mother know that Mariah Daniels and I will be at the house on Friday for mah-jongg and for Easter dinner if you can."

"Thanks Aunt Mabel, I'll let her know," Cal told her as soon as he had the box and had paid for it.

He left the shop and headed back to the car, carefully placing the box in the trunk and letting Six-Thirty lay down in the back seat. Calvin couldn't wait to get home and see the look on your face when you opened your gift.

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You absolutely loved spring and summer, the time of year when you could really be outside in the sunshine and when the weather was warm and perfect for gardening.

You clipped and pulled away all the old debris that had piled up in the fall while Ellen played on the red checkered picnic blanket. You smiled hearing her little baby giggles as she mouthed her favorite ball. You yourself were busy digging in the rose beds, clipping the stems back and covering the ground with fresh mulch and making sure your bluebells had enough room to grow too.

Your face lit up when you saw Calvin pulling into the driveway, letting Six-Thirty out into the yard, the dog making a beeline for Ellen who giggled as he sniffed and licked her face. "Well somebody's happy to be home," you chuckled.

"That makes two of us," Calvin said, sitting in the green grass next to you and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "Missed you two all day."

"And so didn't Ellen and I," you told him. "God I can't wait for that new teaching position at the college. It'll be so much less stressful and not only will the girls be able to help me, but I'll be able to teach the way I want for once."

Calvin hummed as his lips ghosted over the soft skin of your cheek. You felt your legs clench just a little bit as he pressed a feather-light kiss in that spot. "I got you a little something on the way home," he said.

"Oh?"

Calvin made his way to the car and back with the box, returning to his spot next to you. You carefully opened it up and gasped at the sight of the two blue dresses inside.

"Oh Cal! These are beautiful!" you exclaimed happily. "I'm afraid to touch them, I don't wanna get them dirty."

Calvin laughed before you kissed each other again. "I saw those in Aunt Mabel's dress shop and couldn't resist," he explained. "Besides, you and Ellen deserve to look your best on Easter Sunday."

You kissed your husband again before he went to go scoop Ellen up into his arms, littering her round little face with kisses. You carefully covered the box and brought it inside with you, following Calvin, Ellen and Six-Thirty inside for lunch. You stowed the dresses away and rejoined your husband in the kitchen, excited and happy beyond words at the little surprise he had brought home for you.

[drowningyoursorrow]

WALLFLOWER, PT.2

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 1)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: none W/C: 1.7k

IT has been weeks since your encounter with your customer regulars, and honestly, you didn't think it'd affect you this much. But there were many, many moments where you'd miss their banter echoing throughout the café. Sure, most of it was downright ridiculous and made no sense whatsoever from whatever they spurred to hold their place. It still entertained you nevertheless because they'd include you for your input, rather amused at your confused responses. You'd like to think you grew quite close to them because eventually you were even brought in their playful arguments.

They seemed to eventually like your presence as well, saying time to time that they enjoyed your shitty little café more than others. Which has grown quiet, you've begun to think that the guy that was freaking out in your café from before might've had something to do with it all. You've been thinking about the encounter of the whole thing for the time being, well, more about the ragged blonde. The guy started almost going batshit crazy when he couldn't see your face and didn't really speak well. So yeah, you'd say thinking about him was reasonable and not just you being randomly infatuated with him.

You eventually snapped away from your thoughts as you heard a ding from the entryway, shooting your head up. For a quick, fleeting second, you had hoped it would be the girls, maybe even with Kyle once more. It was just another customer, so you quickly got their order. Strange enough they decided they wanted to chat, more like flirting, but you'd pretend to be coy because honestly. You're just trying to do your job, and people like this make you want to chuck off your very own name tag and quit.

But this job was what was getting you food and your shitty apartment's rent, so you can only dream of making a scene to nobody when you quit. You zoned out for a quick minute and surprise, surprise, the jerk is still trying to woo you. Apparently, holding the bitchiest face that you could ever muster and not even staring at the guy is not a hint of disinterest. You wish the café wasn't so empty because he'd have a good reason to go away, but since he's not holding up nay customers. He can do as he pleases, and you're sure that your boss would give you hell if you yelled at a customer that the place barely receives.

As you were slowly going insane, the bell rang once more and there arrived your favorite group and the distinctive boy. They seemed to notice the guy's intentions and how uncomfortable you were, and quickly shoved past him as they ordered their usual. Then like before they made him order as they sauntered off to their seats, even Zoe went off with them. Giving Kyle a reassuring look, maybe to ease his nerves that were very evident on his features when he stood in front of you. You decided that it'd be easier for him if you just offered what he ordered from before, not acknowledging why you remembered.

“So, Caramel Macchiato, like before? If I am correct.” You held the sweetest smile which was strangely genuine in hopes he wouldn't cave into his nerves. He looked surprised that you'd remember what he got, which he struggled to tell you in the beginning. Kyle then fidgeted as he beamed at you now, his face contorting into deep thought. “No, No, I uh- don't want that. It was pretty gross.”

You lifted your brows, somewhat surprised that he spoke more naturally than he did before. Although he was still sort of sluggish with his words, you were impressed by the quick development. Is that why they were all gone? Helping him get better with his speech? The thought made you smile, “I like the speech improvement, impressive to say the least.”

Joking with him, but he seemed flattered nevertheless and just gave you a shy smile as his hands began to tap on the counter. “No caramel macchiato, then?” “Uh yeah- What would... What would you recommend?” He peered up at you, somewhat eagerly waiting for your response, a shy smile laced on his lips. You felt your face heat up lightly at his cheeky appearance, hoping to god that he wouldn't pick up on it.

“Oh, uh- well I don't really drink caffeinated beverages but just the espresso, it does it for me.” You cringed at your awkwardness, but still held a small smile to ease the conversation. Kyle looked deep in thought as he fidgeted before you, “can I get an...- Espresso, then?” His voice was light, and he spoke in a breathy tone, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. “Yeah, of course!”

Maybe you spoke to eager? Nobody is that cheerful to make just anybody an espresso. Before you bored more insecurities at yourself, you quickly headed toward the back. Missing the eyes that pleadingly followed after you when you headed out of view, away from him. You leaned on a wall in the back, cheesing out because a cute guy was happy to see you, or well you hope.

Your coworker studied you, sighing, “you're ridiculous.” They knew of your sudden infatuation with the hesitant boy and thought it was just hilarious. And honestly you did too, you don't even know why you're so interested with him. Perhaps it's because of how he talks like he's never dated anybody in his life before, an awkward teenager. You smiled at the thought of his cheekiness from earlier and pondered as his order was being made.

You quickly grabbed it, heading out to see if he hopefully likes this one rather than the other one from before. Like he was from earlier, he waited patiently for you to come back. He looked lost in thought, before he heard your footsteps approach him, perking up. A grin reappeared on his face as he stood straighter before you, focusing on your face. It was like he was trying to remember every feature of you, scanning you.

His eyes made you feel nervous, so you awkwardly handed him his drink with a smile, avoiding his gaze. He accepted it, his fingers encasing around yours in a quick, fleeting moment. “Thank – you.” “Hope you enjoy!” You turned around, feeling the nervousness bubble within you, yet you felt so happy.

You held your face, sighing, turning back around. Jumping slightly because Kyle still stood in front of you, studying you as he drank his espresso. A smile still being held, but a worried look took place in his eyes. You didn't expect for him to still be there, since usually the customers head back to their seats. The girls were still in the back of the café, chatting away, seeming to forget about Kyle.

“Are, you- okay? I'm sorry if I uh, scared you.” He held a look of shame, looking at his shoes now, lowering the drink in his hand. “What? No, it wasn't that, you didn't scare me, Kyle. I was just surprised!” You quickly tried to reassure him, feeling bad since he looked like a kicked puppy. Your answer didn't seem to make him feel any better, but he did look back into your eyes, embarrassed.

What you were going to say now is rather a quick thought and bold, but maybe shoot your shot now before it's too late? Get hurt now rather than getting hurt later. Besides, maybe this can cheer him up, “how about I make it up to you, yeah? I can buy you, uh, coffee later when I'm off work. Unless you don't want to-” “I want to.”

He interrupted you, now beaming at you as he wore a huge smile, his embarrassment from before long gone, “yes we can, w-we..- We should!” You were baffled at his response, kind of suspecting that he would only look at you with confusion and brush it off. But you smiled back eagerly, the same as him, in sort of disbelief with your sudden confidence. “Well uh, yeah great. If you want, we can do it tomorrow, or if you even can wait for me?” Your hands felt clammy, and you felt your throat swell up as you tried to sort things out.

Hell, you were ecstatic, but your nerves were killing you. “I... I can wait for y-youuuu after work. Yes. I will be right here.” Kyle looked at you attentively, still smiling ear to ear as he struggled to get the words out. Too happy at the moment to even properly remember his speech practice that he's been working on. For you.

He begged Zoe to teach him more proper English, so he could talk and interact with you, without seeming crazy. He's been huddled up all day, working and working on how'd he'd casually talk to you like those couples in the movies. Although he couldn't see you during those days, he remembered that he could be more open with you later on. For some reason, when he saw you, he felt as if he should protect you and be alongside you. In the short moment that you two spent together, he felt safe and comfortable because you didn't look at him weirdly.

You spoke to him softly and didn't even flinch during his tantrums, he only saw curiosity and understanding within you. You have enraptured him. Not only that, but you both were drawn to one another, not even knowing really why. Maybe it was foolish to ask him on a date first thing, but the way he looks at you as you smile at one another. Makes you think, perhaps it's good that you both were being hopeless for each other.

Before you guys could say any more he was being pulled away once more from you, the girls needing somewhere to be. You couldn't really hear them, all you could see and hear was Kyle as he looked back at you. His cheeky smile still there, this time he didn't try pulling away from them. Because now he knew that you'd still be there, waiting for him, and you two would be together. You've doubted the idea of soulmates at first, but now, maybe you were the one that was wrong.

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- I literally only watched AHS Coven for him - Frankenkyle is personally my preferred Kyle - I was listening to cheesy 80's music writing this - Proofread

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