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starsofang · 6 months ago

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Change of Heart

hitman!ghost x f!reader / part 3

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tw: alcohol use, brief mentions of suicide, soft ghost <3

When life has completely and utterly failed you, you hire a hitman to take you out, too afraid to do it yourself. Instead of killing you like you had planned, he strikes up a deal with you, and you're too stubborn to bail out.

Day six.

You made it another day in your deal with Ghost, and it was supposed to feel good. The entire point was to prove to him and yourself that you didn’t want to die, that you could figure out the demons in your head and summon them out, but it was proving to be a much more difficult task than you thought.

Waking up on the morning of your sixth day didn’t feel all that good like you thought it would. Ghost hadn’t returned to your apartment since he stayed to see you make it to day five, and you weren’t sure when he was coming back.

It wasn’t clear why you were taking a liking to his company. Maybe you were lonely, maybe you just needed a friend, and he happened to be there in the right place at the right time.

The thought of it scared you, though. You hadn’t let anybody into your life since your ex-boyfriend, and you always preferred it that way – keeping a distance meant you wouldn’t get hurt again, and certainly, this masked man would eventually do the same thing to you if he decided to stick around.

You wanted to call the deal off. Not because you still wanted him to kill you, not because you wanted your life to end, but because you didn’t want to grow attached, just for you to not have a change of heart in the end.

It would be fucked up of you if you allowed a bond to form between you and Ghost, only to take it away through an act of death after the deal was up. That would just be plain selfish.

So, you tried distracting yourself instead.

It was a nice day today, and the weather, albeit chilly with that slight bite of cold wind, was an almost perfect excuse to take a night off and have fun by yourself in a bar. Surely, that doesn’t count as you going against Ghost’s deal of self-healing bullshit if it’s just for fun, right?

That’s exactly what led you to appear at a local bar downtown. Ironically, it was right down the street from the coffee shop where you first met Simon in the meeting to discuss your self-proclaimed suicide mission. You passed it on your walk to the bar, and a slight feeling of guilt tugged at your heartstrings as your eyes drifted to it, even as it was already behind you.

Shaking the guilt away, you continued on your journey along the sidewalk. There was no reason to feel guilty. You owed nothing to Ghost, and you were still technically keeping up your end of the bargain. A harmless night of fun was something you needed to shoo away those demons, at least that’s what you told yourself.

The bar wasn’t packed, which you didn’t mind. After all, it was only a Thursday night and most people had work the next morning. Lucky for you, that meant the bar wouldn’t take a long time for your drink orders, so you wasted no time in diving in, conversing with the bartender as the night went on.

About four drinks in, you could feel the weight of the alcohol lay heavy on your mind. It made things a bit hazy, like a brewing fog was beginning to loom over you. Your arms rested comfortably on the bar counter, head slightly bowed down as you attempted to keep yourself upright. Being an ex-alcoholic (you absolutely were not an ex, you just loved to float down the river of denial), alcohol was unpredictable in the way it affected your body.

Sometimes, it forced you to loosen up and have fun.

Other times, it made the weight of your issues much heavier.

Right now, it was an awkward middle, like your body was torn between wanting to enjoy this moment of serene relaxation, and wanting to plop right into bed and sleep your worries away, pretending they never existed in the first place.

The sound of somebody plunking themselves down on the stool next to you forced your head to lift, and when you came in sight of that damned mask, you wanted to stand up and let your legs lead you right to the bar’s exit.

Ghost sat unbothered, ordered himself a bourbon from the kind bartender. She flashed him a polite smile, throwing me a slight glance, and when you gave her a shrug, she left the two of you alone after retrieving Ghost’s drink.

“You a stalker now or something?” you grumbled in feigned annoyance, letting your head loll back down on the counter with a huff.

Ghost’s hand wrapped around the glass of bourbon while the other lifted his mask enough to reveal his mouth. You noticed instantly that he wasn’t wearing his gloves, and you stared at the littered scars on his hands as well as the veins that ran up from his knuckles and beneath the cuff of his hoodie sleeve.

Swallowing, you forced yourself to look away from them, opting on his eyes.

“Somethin’ like that,” he hummed, tipping the glass to his mouth to take a sip of the bitter alcohol. You wrinkled your nose up at it, not quite fond of dark liquor (though, who were you to be picky, seeing your collection of scattered bottles that consumed your home?).

“‘M not gonna kill myself, y’know,” you slurred out in defense, rolling your head so your cheek rested flat on the counter as you stared at him with what you hoped was perceived as disapproval.

“I know, love. Wouldn’t hire me if you were.”

Touche.

Frowning to yourself, you observed the way his lips parted to allow more of the murky liquor to pour into his mouth and down his throat, your eyes dropping to see his throat bob as he swallowed. The small scar on his lips caught your eye, and you couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment more, taking in the slight curve of it over his top lip, the scar tissue white in contrast to the light pinkess of his mouth.

“Why are you here?” you managed to ask, having to practically pry your eyes away from him.

The alcohol must’ve been getting to your brain too much, because you had the brief thought that he looked pretty. Gosh, half of his face was still covered by the mask, what was wrong with you?

“Went by your place. Saw you weren’t there.”

“You mean broke into my place,” you corrected, and you swore you nearly saw stars from the way his lip curled up in amusement.

“Mm. Maybe that,” he agreed with a careless shrug.

He leaned one of his arms on the counter, tilting his head in your direction. You could feel his eyes taking you in, studying you as always, as if you were a book he was analyzing every time he saw you. They stare at your cheeks, flushed from the alcohol. Your hair, which was lazily falling in your face from where your head lay. Your mouth, which was pulled into a mix of a frown and a pout that you clearly had no intentions of wiping off.

“Why are you here?” He repeated the question back to you, and you gave him the same shrug he had given you.

“I can’t have fun?”

“This fun to you?”

“...No.”

He chuckled out a laugh that rumbled you to the core, and you blinked stupidly at him as he downed the rest of the bourbon.

“Thought so, sweetheart. It’s a bit dingy in here, innit?”

You shifted your eyes to take in the bar, and sad to say, he was right. The bar itself wasn’t all that great, though you didn’t necessarily come because it was lavish. It was pretty old and outdated, with wooden counters, old floors, and stools that creaked under every movement. But hey, they had a pool table and a dart board, so it wasn’t all that bad.

“Maybe just a bit,” you sighed out, and he smiled at you.

“Right. So why are you here?” He asked again, and you stared at him for a moment before sighing again.

“Figuring myself out like you wanted me to,” you offered, and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow under the balaclava.

“Figurin’ yourself out with half a dozen vodka cranberries isn’t somethin’ I see as helpful. Weird choice in drink, by the way.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but promptly shut it, because damn it, vodka cranberries really weren’t all that good.

His fingers tapped mindlessly along the empty glass in front of him, and you found your gaze once again drifting to take in the rough pads of his fingers and healed cuts on the back of his hand. For a moment, a very, very brief moment, you wished you could reach out and take hold of it, just to feel what it was like to hold somebody else’s hand again.

It had been a long time since you’d had any sort of touch, both innocent and intimate, and your ex-boyfriend certainly wasn’t the type of man to hold your hand like delicate glass and place kisses along the back of it.

Ghost let out a long sigh through his nose as he took note of your mental absence. “That pretty head of yours is always runnin’ around.”

Pretty head. He always said that, and now, it caused a weird clench in your chest.

“You’re pretty,” you blurted out drunkenly, and when Ghost stared at you in silence, you prayed that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Never in your life had something so embarrassing happened, and you weren’t even sure why you said that.

You’d met Ghost a total of three times, and it wasn’t under normal circumstances. Most people meet a man on dating apps or at a damn park where they accidentally bump into one another and have a moment of love at first sight. You met Ghost off of the fucking dark web.

“You’re pretty too, sweetheart.” He chuckled in amusement, seemingly unbothered by your sudden display of admiration, and you felt your cheeks warm.

You aggressively turned your head away from him, plopping your other cheek on the counter so you wouldn’t have to look at him. He made no move to stop you, which you were thankful for.

“Think it’s ‘bout time you start goin’ home and get yourself ready for day seven, yeah?”

Ghost’s voice sent a buzz through your already fuzzy body, and instead of protesting, you found yourself nodding despite him being unable to see your face.

Yeah, home sounded good. Your bed sounded good. Sleeping this shame off sounded good.

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, and when you felt a hand lightly rest on your shoulder, you picked your head up to look at him.

His mask was back over his mouth, but his eyes crinkled in a familiar smile as he gestured his head to the bar door.

Oh. He wanted to walk you.

You stood on legs of jelly, lightly swaying as you gained your balance. His hand reached out to grab hold of your elbow, and when you met his soft gaze, you felt small underneath it. Tall was what he was, towering over you, but instead of feeling intimidated like you did in your first meeting, you felt a wave of security.

Ghost had somehow knew you would be here, drinking away your sorrows, and he showed up with no judgment. Now he was offering to walk you to your apartment, even though he barely knew you.

Were hitmen always this sweet? Or was it just Ghost?

You let your mind run astray as he gently guided you out of the bar and on the sidewalk of downtown, keeping a light grip on you the entire way. No words were said, but none needed to be. The silence was comforting, and it allowed you your moment of serenity while you processed just how much this man was doing for you on his own free whim.

You expected Ghost to simply drop you off at your door and leave you to go inside, but when he fumbled with the doorknob and led you into your home, you realized he wasn’t that kind of asshole and he wanted to make sure you made it to bed instead of a heap on the floor.

His hand remained on your elbow as he took you to your room. The sight of your bed was one that could’ve brought you to tears, and you happily crawled into it, curling up in a ball the moment your head hit the pillow.

Ghost stood by your bedside as he waited for you to get comfortable, before stepping out of the room. At first, you thought he left you without saying goodbye.

Your mind plagued you in those futile seconds. Was he mad at you? Did you disappoint him by going out and drinking again?

Then you heard the tell tale signs of him rummaging around in cabinets, and you could only guess he was in the kitchen. You continued to lay there patiently while he proceeded with whatever task he busied himself with, eyes staring into the darkness that filled the room.

When he returned, he was holding a glass of water, which he set carefully on the nightstand near your head.

You didn’t understand. Nobody had ever shown you such kindness before. Life had only ever given you the hands of people who would use you up until you were wrung dry. People always expected things in return, and your fear was making you wonder if that was what Ghost was expecting.

To make things worse, you practically invited that idea into his head by saying he was pretty.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. It came out in a tone that revealed your hidden uncertainty, and he instantly took note of it from the way his eyes softened beneath the fabric of his mask.

“You’re drunk. Not goin’ to just leave you there to dehydrate.”

“No.” You shook your head, frowning up at him. “I mean, why are you doing any of this? The deal, helping me, watching me, I– I don’t understand. I can’t give you what you want.”

“And what is it that I want, sweetheart?” he asked you, crouching down by your bedside so he could be eye level with you. You wanted to look away, you should’ve looked away, but you had never seen such gentle eyes before.

“I… I don’t know. Sex? More money? Isn’t this all some sort of trick?”

“Sex? A trick?” His tone was slightly offended, perhaps even hurt, and you instantly wanted to take your words back. “No, sweetheart, that’s not why I’m doin’ any of this. I’m doin’ this ‘cause I care.”

“But why?”

The air filled with silence as we competed in a staredown, and the sobering side of you was regretting every moment of this conversation. Stupid girl, always ruining good things, why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut–

“I see myself in you,” he confessed, and you shut your mind up. You didn’t respond, only continuing to stare at him, waiting for him to continue. “You’re hurtin’. I can see that. Life’s treated you real bad, hasn’t it?”

His words felt both like salt being poured into your open wounds, while simultaneously placing a bandaid over them with loving hands.

“You’re the only person who’s ever tried to hire me to kill themselves. Couldn’t just leave you high ‘n dry like that, not when you’re hurtin’ that bad. I don’t want to kill you, sweetheart.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“But… you will, if I end up deciding that’s what I want, right?” You weren’t sure if you were convincing yourself or convincing him.

Ghost stared at you, eyes flickering over your face that was dimly lit up from the stray rays of moonlight peeking in through your sliding door of your balcony. Your eyes were slightly glossed over from both the alcohol and unshed tears that threatened to spill, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe them away, to encourage you to let them fall.

“Don’t know if I have the willpower to do that to you anymore, sweetheart.”

He stood up from where he was crouched beside your bed, and your eyes followed, staying locked on his.For a pause in time, the two of you said nothing, and the room filled with a deafening silence that made it hard to breathe.

It was broken when he carefully lifted his hand, reaching to your face to brush a stray hair that was hanging over your eyes. The rough pad of his finger lingered, tracing along your eyebrow and tracing out the feature before promptly pulling back.

“Get some rest,” he said, voice soft and quiet, but still with the tinges of gravelly undertone that made it sound like a sweet lullaby.

Your nod was confirmation for him to leave, and as he stepped out of your bedroom, you called out to him.

“Thank you for bringing me home, Ghost,” you thanked with a grateful smile.

He looked at you for a moment before smiling himself, evident in the way his eyes wrinkled.

“Call me Simon, love.”

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palmbleeder · 10 months ago

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with a taste of a poison paradise,

when: sunday, 7pm.

where: marina funeral home - the morgue.

who: mourad ramzi.

status: oops!

content triggers: poisoning, religious guilt & general pondering, death (in relation to) grief, needles.

Myria had always made all too fun - even more than it usually was, at times. Mourad would hear the music first, softened by the walls separating them in other rooms he's working on and know she'd started her day. Danced along to it when he couldn’t keep her company or when she didn't require assistance in the labs where she takes charge for the most part; Mourad's own work mainly having much to do with directing and presentation.

Tonight and the nights prior since, he had honored her wishes by having Britney provide ample entertainment to her unlively audience and partly himself. He never minded it, however when it came to his own work ethic regarding handling the dead, Mourad's was a little different. He preferred the silence; wishing not to disturb them in the eternal slumber they've succumbed to in ways natural or recently, obscenely unnatural. It also came with personal veering on spiritual views, particularly when it came to handling those of his own religion; a crucial reason why he'd considered an associate degree in mortuary science, he figured the places he'll be in could always use more Muslims in their staff. that included Marina.

Half-jokingly, he'd taught River how to wash him if it was his time to go — ‘I wouldn't want it to be anyone else.’ but what he meant is that it couldn’t be anyone else, as the religion that added a deeper layer to their already-profound bond prohibits anyone else. He'd also reminded himself to keep contact with others capable, in case river couldn't go through with it. It's already so much he would have to do, having to lift him into his grave, all the way back home. he'd already notified his mother that he'd like to be buried there - not France, but home. in Cairo, where her late husband and his father lay, all the way in Egypt. right where it all started; his first life, their first loss. She wasn't too comfortable and half participated in those morbid conversations he'd start casually on occasion but so long as he made his intentions clear, he figured, and cut those with a joke aimed at both his mother and river, ‘Ah, and you'd also get to have me in white for once! isn't that what you've always wanted of me?’

Humming along to Toxic - banger, he'd say if he was normal - Mourad wheeled the second to last cadaver back into its locker and returned to his station with another, tirelessly preparing the body through the easier processes from inspections to wiring jaws and securing lids shut, pouring the embalming fluid into the machine (sweetly named the Cauldron) that stood waiting to roar to life. Just then, the door to the morgue chimed in. They'd hung a bell above as a joke to clock running spirits desperate for a second chance at a life and knowing he wasn't meant to be with company, Mourad peered over his shoulder thinking they'd found their first ghost friend.

Not quite, but a puzzling visit all the same, it seemed.

“I... didn’t think I’d be having a guest over or I would've tidied up, hello." Mourad laughed in his confusion, his brows drawn together, a playful glint in his eyes at his the familiar figure. “What are you doing here? you seem lost, my friend.”

He'd found himself in stranger encounters, he thought, and on a whim suggests the unwise when he piped up; rather rushed, seeing the time.

“Shit. I have to get done here. Just... you don't mind hanging back here, do you? — Yes, perfect! So long as you can stomach all of this, of course - but please careful not to touch anything.”

Almost comical, how they'd barely found a rhythm, how all has gone eerily quiet the second the Cauldron started brewing, even as Britney sang away in what seemed to be the longest song ever compared to what befell him and his living company of the night, how the sensation he'd grown accustomed with to his right is now closer behind, when Mourad felt a rather harsh stab into his neck.

"Ah... Fuck, what the.." Dumbly and slowly, he stumbled back, his hand flying to the offending spot and then everything rushed back; the context, the bodies, Myria, this cursed town. Too late when his side hits the station and he winced before instinctively grabbing at a flying hand latching onto his jaw.

"St...op, what the hell are you doing? What did you do-" confusing himself by his own interrogation in his panic, his heartbeat already racing in trampling, arrhythmic steps made worse by the adrenaline. what else are they doing, Mourad? Their grip on his jaw tightened, almost to keep him quiet but then strangely pulling his jaw apart; open, inviting to something he hadn't known until the other arm came in, holding the tube attached to the machine. No.

It took too much effort left in him to push off; a breathless struggle that he realized, a little after he'd finally managed to send them slamming into the cupboard behind and then leaving him there, that he'd been struggling that entire time. that he was no longer pulling in air into his body, that he'd been fighting a losing battle anyway.

The strangest he'd felt, like a hole sucking inwards into his chest, trapping him in, doubling him over, dragging him knees first onto the ground. His head lulls to the side and there it was, the needle in his sights. Emptied out into his neck what could only be what they'd conjured for the Cauldron. Mourad frowns, This is it, his palms lock onto his neck and he's punching out a few breaths he desperately needs when he remembered, Oh, fuck.

Ash-

Mourad tried to say it. tried to establish the line between himself and his maker, tried to get there. How could he forget?

Ash-h... Shit, shit, shit.

His hands flex as he struggled to draw out more air. His shoulders shake, mourad doesn't realize he's sobbing now. He'd imagined it all so differently; so peaceful, a slumber lowering him into the ground to wait until he's called over. A complete circle of a checkered life, that he'd made amends and made it all better - and he couldn't achieve it now, far too suffocated and overwhelmingly exhausted. An instilled fear he never realized would come to him this way, never thought he'd forget; If you can't say your Shahada, you will never find peace.

No - You have to, Mourad. this is for you and your father, for River to carry you over. His shoulders shake as he renews his resolve. C'mon, die as you lived.

Ash-hadu alla ilaha illa Allah, wa ash-hadu anna anna Muhammadan Rasulullah

Relived, Mourad slumped back and let himself fall way away, his mind swirling; his initial fear overpowered by a last sliver of joy that he did utter it. Not think it, not pray that counts in his slipping mind but that he did say it.

He did say it.

Au revoir. All is well.

Right?

#* — ramzi › scripted.#* — verse › marina murders.#tw poisoning #tw death #tw needles #yuh

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akajustmerry · 2 months ago

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okay here are some reads I really enjoyed and found thanks to booktokers recs of niche and marginalised authors!

Leech by Hiron Ennes (they/them) - gothic body horror set in a distant future in which a doctor is dispatched to a Baron's manner to investigate a murder and discovers a parasite! Great read if you loved A Cure For Wellness

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon - science fiction set on a generation ship that's an allegory for the antebellum south where a civil war is brewing between the upper and lower decks.

Frankenstein In Baghdad by Ahmed Sadaawi - (I only just started this, full disclosure but I already KNOW it's brilliant). A retelling of Frankenstein set during the US occupation of Baghdad in which a young Iraqi collects body parts to make into a single body so the US soldiers will allow a burial.

The League of Extraordinary Women series by Lebanese Swedish author Evie Dunmore about 4 outcast women attending Oxford in the 19th century finding love and saying fuck you to establishment. If you're looking for something light!

Lakewood by Megan Giddings - psychological thriller about a young Black woman who takes a mysterious job in the top secret company town of Lakewood to pay off her debts, but she starts to suspect experiments are being done on her.

These are favourite booktok finds I've read/started reading. I have way more on my tbr :)))

booktok definitely has done some damage to literary culture as a whole and like with any subculture there's sooo much racism and ableism tied up in it etc etc HOWEVER. I'm really fortunate to have found some of my favourite reads in the last few years from niche booktokers of colour who are really dedicated to championing lit from marginalised authors and encouraging people to read outside of what they're used to. so, while I do think, there's a tonne to discuss when it comes to how booktok culture is changing how people engage with lit and not always for the better I think there's also room for discussing that there are a LOT of really smart and dedicated book bloggers who are helping a lot of people pick up a book for the first time in years!!!

#also shout out to booktok for helping me find Alyssa Cole and Stephen Graham Jones' books!!! I love them too!#/

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sa7abnews · 3 months ago

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I'm a travel planner. These 5 US destinations are my top recommendations right now.

People may not think to visit Milwaukee. Chris LaBasco/ShutterstockI'm a travel planner, and there are so many US destinations my clients are loving right now.Milkwakee is one of my favorite spots in the Midwest, and Newport is a great East Coast trip.Out West, there's the stunning Sedona, and Savannah is an underrated Southern town.As a travel planner, I book my fair share of national-park stays and Disney vacations, but my clients have also been loving some less advertised US destinations.If you're looking for a more under-the-radar spot for a family trip or romantic getaway, the States has plenty of low-key cities to choose from.Here are some of my favorites right now.Milwaukee is a Midwest gem.Milwaukee's Mitchell Park Domes is truly beautiful. Kelly Ermis/ShutterstockThe Wisconsin city is located on Lake Michigan's western shore, less than two hours from Chicago. For outdoorsy types, you can hit up Bradford Beach or hike and bike at Lakeshore State Park. If you like beer, tour some local breweries — Urban Harvest, Miller Brewing Company, Milwaukee Brewing Co. — and taste their offerings. Baseball fans can even spend a day tailgating and catch a Brewers game at American Family Field. Milwaukee has an expansive art museum and a spectacular zoo. The greenhouses at Mitchell Park Domes also showcase beautiful flowers and plants. Head west to experience the glorious Sedona.Sedona is a great destination for outdoorsy folks. suippi/ShutterstockLocated about two hours from Phoenix, Sedona is a nature-lover's paradise. The area's gorgeous red-colored rocks offer countless hiking opportunities, including braving Bell Rock butte. For more active adventures, there are great places to kayak and mountain bike, or you can head to one of the supernatural vortexes (energy hot spots) Sedona is known for. The natural water slide at Slide Rock State Park is a unique Arizona attraction, and Oak Creek is a gorgeous place to swim. If you're really brave, you can book a Pink Jeep Tour to see more of the nearby jaw-dropping sights while basically hanging off the cliffs. The Chapel of the Holy Cross is always at the top of my list, followed by an Old West chuckwagon dinner at Blazin' M Ranch. Downtown Sedona also has a plethora of retail and restaurant options, including the famous Cowboy Club.San Juan is a tropical destination that doesn't require a passport.Puerto Rico is a US territory. Sean Pavone/ShutterstockSan Juan is a great mix of beach fun and historical sightseeing. Plus, since Puerto Rico is a US territory, US citizens don't need a passport to visit.Visiting Old San Juan feels like taking a trip back in time. I suggest booking a tour that takes you to Capilla del Cristo, Santa María Magdalena de Pazzis Cemetery, and the San Juan Cathedral.Stay at one of the premier beach spots, like Hilton's El Conquistador Resort. And if you're looking for a thrill, book a snorkeling excursion at Icacos Island, hike through rainforests to search for waterfalls, or find a spot to go ziplining.My favorite experience, which cannot be missed, is kayaking to Laguna Grande at night to see spectacular bioluminescent water.Savannah has endless opportunities for fun, food, and relaxation.Savannah has some of the prettiest parks to stroll in. Sean Pavone/ShutterstockThe best time to visit Savannah, Georgia, is in the spring or fall when the weather is milder.Take some time to stroll the shops of River Street or hop on one of the city's famous ghost tours — Savannah is considered one of the most haunted cities in America. One of my favorite ways to see the city is by riverboat cruise, and if you have time, take a day trip to the lovely Tybee Island.History and architecture buffs should also explore the Olde Pink House, Forsyth Park, and the gorgeous homes on Jones Street.Mrs. Wilkes' Dining Room, which serves up southern delicacies, is the best place to grab lunch. Then, you can stroll the riverfront to grab a treat or drink.Newport is an East Coast delight.Newport is a charming coastal town. Marianne Campolongo/ShutterstockNewport, Rhode Island, is a mix of natural beauty, history, and stunning architecture — be sure to visit some of the town's historic mansions.I highly recommend renting a car and driving down the gorgeous Ocean Drive coastal road. But the city also offers Trolley Tours if you want to stick to the inland sights.You can also take in the views from the 3.5-mile Newport Cliff Walk or book a thrilling rail-bike tour.The town has many great restaurants, including The Mooring and Bar 'Cino. But if you can't choose, just book a food tour. There are also a number of nearby wineries and breweries, including Newport Vineyard and Greenvale, to check out.

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ghostsandgetaways · 6 months ago

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7 Destinations for a Spooky Summer Vacation

Summer is upon us and many of us will venture out to tropical destinations for some rest and relaxation. Some of us though will look for something a little less tropical and a little more supernatural (but who says you can’t have both?).

Below are 7 destination with plenty of paranormal history to satisfy any paranormal enthusiast. Grab your audio recorder and an EMF meter…………and let’s go!

Haunted Places in Savannah, Georgia:

The Marshall House: This historic hotel served as a hospital during the Civil War and two yellow fever epidemics. Because of its history, it is rumored to be haunted by spirits of Civil War soldiers and yellow fever victims. Guests have reported disembodied voices, shadow figures, flickering lights, and unexplained noises.

Sorrel Weed House: One of the most haunted houses in Savannah, the Sorrel Weed House is said to be visited by multiple spirits, including Matilda Sorrel, a young girl, and a woman that is seen and heard crying. Visitors have reported hearing disembodied voices and crying, and footsteps.

Bonaventure Cemetery: This picturesque cemetery is not only a popular tourist attraction but also a hotspot for paranormal activity. Established in 1846 and originally known as Evergreen Cemetery, this cemetery has over 100 acres of paranormal potential. Visitors have reported seeing shadow figures, the feeling of being touched, hearing disembodied voices, and finding EVPs in their evidence.

Moon River Brewing Company: The life of this historic building is quite interesting. It all began as a hotel but it also housed this brewery, a bank, a bar, a lumber and coal warehouse, and the United States Post Office. It is believed to be haunted by multiple spirits, including a ghost named Toby and the spirit of James Stark who was killed on the stairs going to the 2nd floor. Visitors have reported the feeling of dread, footsteps, apparitions, and the feeling of being touched and pushed.

Haunted Places in Edinburgh, Scotland

Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, is a city rich in history and folklore. It is also known for its numerous haunted locations that attract paranormal enthusiasts from around the world. Here are some of the most famous haunted places in Edinburgh:

Edinburgh Castle: This iconic fortress is said to be haunted by several ghosts, including hearing phantom bagpipes, a headless drummer and a young phantom piper. Legend says back several centuries ago a tunnel was discovered under castle rock. The opening was small but it was big enough for a child. A young piper boy was sent in and told to play his bagpipes so the people above could track his progress. Everything went fine until the music suddenly stopped. Despite multiple attempts to rescue the boy, no sign of the boy could be found. When there was no longer hope of a rescue, the tunnel was sealed. Since then, people claim to hear the music of the lonely piper boy still waiting to be rescued.

The Real Mary King's Close: This underground network of streets goes back to the 17th century. Ravaged by the plague, this tightly populated area saw death and devastation. It is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a little girl named Annie who became sick and was abandoned by her family. It is said that her family left her to die when they realized she no longer had a chance of recovery. Visitors have reported hearing her voice and laughter, feeling someone tug on their clothing, and hearing the pitter patter of little feet.

Greyfriars Kirkyard: This cemetery is infamous for violent poltergeist activity associated with the tomb of Sir George Mackenzie. The Mackenzie Poltergeist is said to haunt the graveyard, causing unease and fear among visitors. Be sure to check out the memorial for Greyfriars Bobby, a terrier who reportedly guarded his master’s grave for 14 years and was cared for by local police.

South Bridge Vaults: Located beneath the South Bridge, these underground chambers have a chilling reputation for being haunted. Many people suffered from illness and died. The location of your living quarters somewhat matched socioeconomic status…..the lower the level on which you lived, the lower your “station in life.” It is no surprise that disease ran rampant among the poor that lived below the South Bridge due to small cramped living quarters and poor conditions. Visitors have reported hearing whispers, disembodied voices and laughter, and footsteps. Visitors also report the feeling of being touched and shadows wandering about the vaults.

Haunted Places in New Orleans

If you're looking for a city steeped in paranormal history, look no further than New Orleans. This vibrant city is known for its rich culture, delicious cuisine, and of course, its haunted locations. Here are some of the most famous haunted places in New Orleans:

LaLaurie Mansion: This infamous mansion was once home to the evil socialite Madame Delphine LaLaurie, who tortured and killed many slaves in the 1830s. The atrocities she committed were well hidden until a fire broke out and everything was revealed. Firefighters and authorities discovered slaves that were chained and had been horribly mutilated. It is believed their tortured souls still haunt the premises. The mansion is a private residence and not available for tours.

St. Louis Cemetery No. 1: The oldest cemetery in New Orleans, St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 is home to over 700 tombs, and is the final resting place of voodoo queen Marie Laveau. Visitors have reported seeing her spirit and others wandering among the tombs.

The Sultan's Palace: This mysterious mansion in the French Quarter is said to be haunted by the ghost of a Turkish sultan and others who were murdered there one stormy night in the 1836. The morning after the massacre, a man walking down the street came upon the residence and saw blood trickling down the front steps and into the street. Once the authorities were summoned, they discovered dead bodies scattered about. Some had limbs missing, others were flayed open. As they investigated, bodies were found throughout the house and the Sultan was found buried in the courtyard. It is believed he was buried alive and that his spirit still roams the halls. A private residence now, this location is not available for tours.

The Old Ursuline Convent: Built in 1752, this historic building is said to be haunted by the spirits of the French nuns who once lived there. Visitors have reported seeing shadow skulking about, apparitions of nuns, and hearing phantom footsteps and whispers in the halls. There is also a legend that a group of young women known as the Casket Girls brought vampires into the area who then devastated crops and killed people all around town. The Casket Girls lived on the 3rd floor of the convent until the nuns kicked them out and sealed off the 3rd floor.

Haunted Places in Transylvania

Bran Castle: Known as "Dracula's Castle," this iconic and infamous fortress is said to be haunted by the spirit of Vlad the Impaler, the inspiration for Bram Stoker's Count Dracula. In reality it seems he did not live there but stories continue about ghosts wandering the halls of the castle.

Hoia Baciu Forest: Often called the "Bermuda Triangle of Transylvania," this forest is notorious for unexplained phenomena including ghost sightings and UFO encounters. The forest seems benign when hiking to through it but there is a large circular area in which no trees or plants grow. Only grass grows in that part of the forest and, according to various articles found online about multiple tests run on the soil, it is unknown why nothing grow there.

Corvin Castle: Built in 1440 as a fortress, this glorious castle offers plenty of dungeons and corridors to explore. The towers often held prisoners of war as well as criminals. It is alleged that the castle held a bear pit where prisoners were thrown and mauled to death by wild animals. The spirits that are believed to lurk within the castle said to be those prisoners and criminals. Guests have reported seeing shadows and apparitions, hearing footsteps, and disembodied voices.

Salina Turda: This stunning mine dates back the 1271. As you descend into the depths of this underground salt mine, be on the lookout for the ghostly miners that are said to still working hard in the shadows. their phantom presence felt by visitors.

Haunted Places in Gettysburg

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, is known for its rich history and storied past, especially its significant role in the Civil War. The town is also famous for its many reported ghost sightings and haunted locations. Here are some of the most haunted places in Gettysburg:

1. Gettysburg Battlefield: The battlefield is perhaps the most haunted location in Gettysburg, with numerous reports of ghostly apparitions of soldiers still fighting the battle. Visitors have experienced hearing phantom gunshots, drums, and war cries. We tried to investigate on our last trip in April 2024 but it was cold and raining so we will have to go back.

2. Jennie Wade House: Jennie Wade was the only civilian killed during the Battle of Gettysburg. Her house, where she was fatally shot, is believed to be haunted by her ghost. The door still has scars and bullet holes in it from the war. Visitors have reported seeing apparitions and hearing unexplained noises in the house.

3. Sachs Covered Bridge: Located just outside Gettysburg, Sachs Covered Bridge is said to be haunted by the ghost of a Civil War soldier. Visitors have reported seeing a figure in old-fashioned clothing walking across the bridge, only to disappear into thin air.

4. Haunted Orphanage in Gettysburg: The haunted orphanage was a place of sorrow and despair for many children during the Civil War. The orphanage was a place in which the children were allegedly not treated well. In fact, it is alleged the children were outright abused and the orphanage now stands as a chilling reminder of its dark past. Visitors have reported hearing voices and cries, as well as encountering shadowy figures wandering about. Some have even felt invisible hands tugging at their clothes or hair, sending shivers down their spines.

Haunted Places in Tokyo

Tokyo, Japan is a city with a rich history and vibrant culture, but it also has its fair share of ghostly legends and haunted locations. If you're a paranormal enthusiast looking for a spooky adventure, here are some places in Tokyo that are rumored to be haunted:

1. Aoyama Cemetery: Established in 1872, this cemetery became Japan’s first public cemetery in the 1920s. While many cemeteries have peaceful and serene vibes, Aoyama Cemetery is said to be a hotspot for ghost sightings. Visitors have reported encountering shadow figures wandering among the tombstones, and hearing voices and inexplicable sounds.

2. Tokyo Tower: This iconic landmark is a popular tourist attraction that is rumored to be haunted by a woman who tragically fell to her death from the observation deck. Some visitors claim to have seen her ghost wandering around the tower, looking lost and confused. Reports of paranormal activity also come from the elevator.

3. Akasaka Weekly Mansion: This apartment building is known for its high incidence of paranormal activity, including strange noises, flickering lights, and objects moving on their own. Some residents have even reported being touched or pushed by an unseen entity. There have been a few suicides on the property…..maybe that is why the property is haunted?

4. Okiku's Well: Located in Himeji Castle in Tokyo, this well is said to be haunted by the ghost of Okiku, a servant who was unjustly accused of a crime and thrown into the well to die. There is another story in which Okiku was killed when her employer became enraged over a broken dish. It is believed that her ghost still lingers near the well, seeking justice for her untimely death.

Haunted Places in Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona, known for its stunning architecture and vibrant culture, is also home to a number of haunted locations that will send shivers down your spine. Explore the eerie side of this enchanting city by visiting:

Poble Nou Cemetery: Be sure to check out the “Kiss of Death” sculpture when you visit this cemetery. This cemetery is said to be haunted by the spirits of those buried here. Visitors have reported hearing voices, seeing shadows darting about, and feeling cold spots as they wander among the tombstones.

Palau de la Musica Catalana: While known for its beautiful music and exquisite architecture, this concert hall is rumored to be haunted by a former musician who tragically died during a performance. Some have claimed to hear phantom melodies echoing through the halls.

Castle of Montjuic: This ancient fortress overlooking the city has a dark and bloody past, including being a site of executions. It has seen plenty of war in its lifetime, and has been taken and lost many times. Visitors have reported seeing apparitions wandering the grounds, a feeling of dread, hearing footsteps, and hearing disembodied voices.

Bar Marsella: One of the oldest bars in Barcelona, Bar Marsella is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a former patron. Bartenders have reported bottles moving inexplicably and hearing disembodied laughter late at night. Some visitors believe they have seen the ghost of Hemingway because he was known to be a frequent patron.

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Adding a paranormal twist to your next trip will create unforgettable memories. Pack your bags, muster your courage, and let's embark on a journey through the supernatural side of summer! If you aren’t quite ready to go it alone, please join us on our next haunted trip. Until next time……..make this beautiful day count!

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Moon River Brewing Company is a brewery based in Savanah Georgia. Although they are known for their beer, they are even more well known for their hauntings. The brewery is located in the building which used to be the City Hotel. After the hotel the building became other things such as a warehouse and a office supply store before being bought by the brewery. It is said that at one point the building was used as a makeshift hospital during the Yellow Fever outbreak of 1876. According to locals the building is haunted. There are legends of a lady in white who walks around the upper floors of the property. Another spirit is a ghost in the basement named Toby by the staff. Toby is known to hide in the shadows and is known to make visitors uncomfortable when they enter the basement. The second floor or the brewery is haunted by James Stark, who was shot and killed on the staircase after an argument about gambling. He is seen on the second floor near the stairs, he is also seen on the main floor. Reports of bottles flying off shelves, people being pushed and disembodied voices are also common in the brewery.

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Moon River Brewing Company Savannah, Georgia

One of the most haunted places in Georgia is the Moon River Brewing Company. The famous microbrewery once served as the first guest house in Savannah – City Hotel.

The hotel opened back in 1821 and it was the scene of a wide variety of very unsavory behavior including, but not limited to violence, brawls, beatings and even shootings. This probably explains why the building now houses so many aggressive spirits who have been known to push patrons and even cut in line at the bar!

The basement is said to house a spirit who the staff have dubbed ‘Toby’. He is often seen in the basement area creeping through the shadows. There are cold spots and visitors often feel uncomfortable and claim to hear voices whispering in their ears!

The second floor also has spirit connected with it. This one is said to be the ghost of James Stark. The shooting of James Stark by town physician Philip Minas is a famous one and depending on who you ask he died right there on the stairs or in the kitchen.

Either way, his spirit is frequently seen on the second floor.

Other hotspots include the women’s rest room in the dining area where female customers often find themselves unable to leave the cubicle because of an unseen force holding the door closed.

Female diners have also claimed to have had their legs touched by unseen hands while eating. The upper floors are said to be the domain of a Lady in White who pushes people down the stairs.

Construction crews have also been chased out of the building by unseen forces. The building is so haunted that they even offer ghost tours from time to time.

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12 Haunted Places in Savannah That Will Scare You Silly

Looking for spooky places in Savannah, Georgia? Here are a few of the city’s most haunted hotels and restaurants (complete with map below). Eat, sleep, and be scared in America’s Most Haunted City!

17Hundred90 Inn

The 17Hundred90 Innwas originally three separate residences but is now one of the oldest inns in Savannah. According to local legend, a young woman named Anna committed suicide after…

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Heliades’ Tears, Dog Fears & Magic In Motion

At the intersection of my love of beer & mythology (In this instance, Greek mythology):

According to myth, the tears of the Heliades turned to amber. Everything is here except for the trapped insect. My queen enjoyed this beer with its fruity finish:

Silverback is brave but the thunder is his kryptonite. With the thunderstorms today, he spent a few hours in my lap:

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GHOST ADVENTURES SEASON 2 (June 5, 2009—July 24, 2009)

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Podcast: Haunted Savannah

This is the transcript and sources for the podcast that just dropped this morning on Paranormal Housewife Podcast. You can listen to it on any streaming service you listen to your podcasts on. Please subscribe to my show to be alerted to when new episodes drop. Please let me know in comments what you thought about today’s episode! Hi and welcome back to the Paranormal Housewife Podcast! Welcome…

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Live Picks: 7/13-7/14

Sima Cunningham and Macie Stewart of Ohmme; Photo by Ash Dye

BY JORDAN MAINZER

7/13: Junius Paul/Tomeka Reid Duo, MCA

Tuesdays on the Terrace, free jazz performances (as in it doesn’t cost any money, though there’s definitely sometimes free jazz) at the MCA, is often one of the summer’s brightest music series here in Chicago. Tonight offers bassist Junius Paul and cellist Tomeka Reid in an improvisational duo. The two have played together before both live and on records, Reid appearing on Paul’s excellent ISM, for instance. Advance reservations are “sold out,” but you can line up starting at 4:30 PM to ensure your spot for this can’t-miss performance.

7/14: OHMME & V.V. Lightbody, Rockwell on the River

New local distillery? Might as well celebrate with some local bands. Rockwell on the River, the grounds where you can rent kayaks and drink Metropolitan Brewing lagers, is welcoming some new American whiskey makers Judson & Moore with a show with art rock masters OHMME and folk pop singer-songwriter V.V. Lightbody aka Vivian McConnell. Since we last interviewed OHMME, they’ve released their sophomore record, the terrific Fantasize Your Ghost, and a few singles. Their original drummer, Matt Carroll, will be playing with them, so it happens in town from Europe coinciding with this show. (Maybe they’ll play something from Macie Stewart’s just announced solo album Mouth Full of Glass?) A $15 suggested donation supports the bands; other vendors include Black Dog Gelato, Metropolis Coffee Company, Soul & Smoke, and Sparkling Botanicals.

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