#mysterious apparitions

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Conchita Gonzalez with Harry Daley - Miracle at Garabandal - Knopf Doubleday - 1983

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[signofthefloss]

various sketches from 2 years ago. more of an assignment actually, i had to complete a sketchbook by the end of the semester and draw every day at least one page. not the best one but im still proud of some of the pages (couldn't fit all on this post)

[corrupted-llama]

Video taken by A_Howie (rest in piece). Skinwalker encounter. In the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.

[sincerely-sofie]

Ark watching Twig go ballistic on Ruby's abusers from the sidelines is funny, but it also makes me wonder if that's moreso a hesitancy. Considering the things that almost took place the last time he allowed his anger to drive his actions.

(referencing these two posts)

:)

[the-green-buck]

Woman in black cloak at Art Gallery Of Ontario. Photo by the green buck. December 2023.

[rooksmoor-manor]

The Deviless; or, A Visitation on All Hallows' Eve!

This story happened long ago, when I was still young, and a Keeper's responsibilities were still not a burden upon my shoulders. Back then, Halloween was—and still is—one of the busiest nights in the year for Rooksmoor Manor. That old building, unlike today, still managed to keep a flickering glimmer of its grand past, like a faint reflection on the faded ormolu or in the faces of its many guests and residents. Those were happy times, indeed.

It all began around an hour after the banquet ended, that awkward time when guests still hold onto empty glasses as their conversations languish in agony. We were awoken from this tedious lull first by a gentle rapping, followed by the thunderous bell of the front door. It was a most welcome distraction, proven by the relieved whispering and murmurs that livened up the room. It was easy to ascertain the question in everyone's mind: Who could it be at this hour? All expected guests arrived punctually at sunset; there was no latecomer.

The air became heavier with curiosity and anticipation as the doors opened to welcome this unknown visitor. A figure stood right by the threshold wrapped in burgundy robes, their face obscured by a creaked, terrifying horned mask. Behind it, a pair of bright, honey-irised eyes darted around inquisitively, returning every one of the stares firmly fixed upon them. Only some brown locks of hair peering around the edges of the mask betrayed the seemingly hellish nature of this apparition as nothing more than a disguised individual. After lingering on the threshold for a long minute, she removed the mask, revealing herself as a young woman of barely twenty years.

Far from being reassured at the complete normalcy of our visitor, this only raised even more questions. It was crystal clear that she was not from around: no person from Town in their right mind would dare to venture so close to the Manor on such an eventful night. Also, she seemed too calm and collected to have lost her way or become separated from a group. Her choice of attire was also a concerning question, for despite its uniqueness, it did not look that much out of place among the rest of us. Of course, she was not to be rejected entrance. No one was willing to betray one of the most ancient beliefs upon which the Manor was built—even less on All Hallow's Eve.

Our unexpected guest was a marvellous listener, for she seldom spoke. She easily ingratiated herself with the rest of the guests, who decided to name her the Deviless, which she seemed to find significantly amusing. When it was finally time to begin the procession to the Manor's Graveyard, she gladly joined. As we walked by each other, I was sure I could see a smile on her face, lighted by the flickering flame of candles. It was not just a simple, courteous smile. That was the unmistakable expression of pure joy and delight of someone who had found a place they belonged to—a place to call home. Since we were still too young to join the adults for the rest of the night inside the family crypt, we returned to the Manor with the rest of the children. It had been quite a long day, and the clock was already in the small hours, so it did not take us long to decide the best course of action was to go to bed. The Deviless settled in the only room in the Manor that was empty for the night, a small but comfortable bedroom on the second floor, right beside mine. I bid her goodnight just as she locked the door, to which she responded only with a shy smile as sweet as honey.

I refuse to bore you with details about my troubled sleep that night. I will not linger about the many dreams of a pair of amber-golden, shiny eyes. I will not tell you how I rose the following morning with an acrid taste in my throat and a faint scent of brimstone in my nostrils. I am only going to tell you about how, a few hours later, we found the door to her room locked from the inside. When we finally managed to get it open, we found the room exactly as it was the night before. The bed was perfectly tidy; the curtains closed shut. There was only one notorious difference: all the candles had burned out completely, and the Deviless was nowhere to be found. She vanished just as she appeared. Sometimes, I feel I was the only person who did anything to search for her, to know who she was. I can only can only hope that, wherever she is, she is alive and well.

And may she come to visit again on this All Hallow's Eve.

[ghostlytales]

The mysterious picture with the "Marian Apparition" and (inset) Father Gobbi

The remarkable image appears to show the shape of the Virgin Mary appearing towards the front of a packed crowd, as if being beamed in from a source up above.

It was taken at a mass held by a high-ranking Catholic priest who claimed to receive messages from the Madonna herself.

Yet the shape of Mary is a striking white in contrast to the yellowish light behind her.

The person who handed the image to an organisation that investigates UFOs and the paranormal has not been named, however they sent in what appears to be a photograph of the original printed picture.

The source claims the original snap was taken in 1994 during a huge Catholic mass called a cenacle given by Italian priest Father Stefano Gobbi at the Paolo Soleri Amphitheater, in Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA.

[kennedyvietor1978blog]

[kestrelscribe]

Mostly concept work for The Deft Blade- though a tiny bit of The Dead Isle.

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[artinovo]

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[pluto231456789]

what is this should i be worried............

[theimaginationstationpodcast]

The Haunting of Dreadwood Forest: A Terrifying Tale of Ghosts and Secrets

In the eerie depths of Dreadwood Forest, a group of friends stumbles upon an ancient, haunted mansion. As they uncover its dark secrets, they must confront terrifying apparitions and unravel a chilling mystery. Suitable for ages 18 and up, this horror story is filled with graphic and unsettling elements, making it perfect for those who crave intense and frightening experiences.

[atangledfate]

📏+((Alkebu-lan's mobian form is 5'0, so maybe at Tikal?))

" ... I've lived long enough to not be bothered by height... Though, that aura is quite interesting... I wonder who they are..."

[geethr75]

Review of A Stab in the Dark by Suzannah Rowntree (Miss Dark's Apparitions 5)

Blurb Undead dancers, underhanded management…and a deadly opera ghost in 1890s Paris! Now comfortably wealthy for the first time in her life, Miss Dark finds herself looking forward to her crew’s newest assignment at the Paris Opera.  Certainly, it’s tough luck on the tenor whose grisly death has put an unceremonious halt to the new Wagner production. But helping Vasily to steal the Paris…