#pluckley

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[beautifullymacabre]

a tiny creek near the train tracks,

a small pond by a back-hoe stored under a wooden awning,

plants erupting from an old bathtub,

grass white and crispy with frost;

they say the town is haunted,

but maybe its only me

[02decay]

Pluckley Churchyard

[drenix004]

𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 - Part 1

141 masterlist Pluckley masterlist Teaser

Task forcé 141 x Oc!female (Au)

❝Small town, big hell❞

CWs -> fluf, angst, drugs, death, obsession, blood, torture, harassment, mental issues, eventual smut, Possessiveness, manipulation, kidnapping, themes related to cannibalism, drinking blood, Dark themes, among others.

->English is not my first language, there may be grammar or spelling errors.

W/c: 1,3k

The mist had turned into a drizzle as they entered the village. The streets were typical of any English town, just like the houses’ architecture. Modern designs were nowhere to be found; the predominant styles were Tudor and Cottage. If she happened to spot even a single house or building with a modern or industrial design, she would hit the accelerator and leave the place without a second thought. The style left a bitter taste in her mouth due to the memories it brought back.

She glanced at the rearview mirror again. The two children were pressed against the window, watching the place as they moved along. From their body language, she could tell they weren’t entirely uncomfortable, which was a good sign.

“Make sure your blankets are secure,” she said, turning a corner. The blankets she had wrapped them in were almost on the floor. “It’s cold, and we’re not used to this weather.”

“Nor to such an… open environment,” one of them replied, looking at her through the mirror. “Where are we going?”

“He marked a place on the map; I think it’s an inn.” She stopped before an intersection and looked at the map again.

“And is it safe to go there in the first place?” the other one asked. “Won’t people look at us strangely?” He touched his shaved head unconsciously, feeling uneasy. In fact, all three of them had shaved heads. “Can we trust him?”

“It’s the only option we have, considering we don’t have any papers. A hotel would be more complicated,” she answered the first question as she moved forward and turned right at the intersection. The inn had to be further ahead. “And as for him... we have no choice but to trust him. For better or worse, he got us out of there.”

The car fell silent for several minutes until they reached the inn’s parking lot. The White Horse—the white cursive letters contrasted with the Tudor design of the building. The two children shifted uncomfortably in the backseat. The second child’s question lingered in their minds.

“Will people look at us weird?” the second one repeated.

She turned off the car, folded the map, and left it on the glove compartment. Then she grabbed the bag from the passenger seat and began searching for something.

“Not necessarily. Plus, we have these.” She pulled out three wool hats. The two smaller ones had animal ears—a rabbit and a bear. The largest one, which would be hers, was plain. Turning in her seat, she showed them the hats. “We can hide the lack of hair, and since it’s cold, it won’t look suspicious.”

The children took the hats and put them on. She did the same, placing the bag on her lap again, searching for some identification—anything that could help them blend in. It would be suspicious if she had no documents for herself or the kids. She rummaged through the items absentmindedly, deciding to check more thoroughly later.

Finally, she found a woman’s wallet. Tossing the bag back onto the seat, she hurriedly searched it. Inside, there was cash, three bank cards from unfamiliar banks, and the item she was looking for: an ID card. Her photo was on the front, along with a name and surname.

“What about her?” the first child asked.

All three turned their attention to the baby carrier between the two kids. She slipped the ID into her jacket pocket.

“We’ll cover the top with a blanket to protect her from the rain.” She unfastened her seatbelt; the children did the same. Pulling a portable umbrella from the bag, she closed it. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

She stepped out, making sure to close the door properly before opening the umbrella. Inside, one child grabbed the bag from the front seat, while the other unfastened the baby carrier’s straps and covered the top with a blanket.

The oldest opened the door, letting the first child out. She handed him the umbrella and leaned halfway into the car to retrieve the baby. She lifted the carrier with one hand and took the umbrella again with the other, waiting for the second child to get out.

After confirming the door was securely closed, the children pressed closely against her, trying to stay dry and unwilling to stray far from her side.

“There’s a car,” one of them said as they walked toward the entrance. She glanced at what appeared to be a gray SUV with tinted windows, parked a few meters away.

“They’re probably waiting for someone or looking for the same thing we are. Don’t think too much about it,” she reassured them. Once at the entrance, she carefully set the baby carrier on the ground and closed the umbrella. “Here.” She handed the umbrella to the child who wasn’t carrying the bag.

Lifting the carrier again, she opened the door for the children to enter first.

A wave of warm air greeted them, making the younger ones sigh in relief. The place looked clean and spacious. The reception desk was made of beautiful brown wood, with a sofa set and a small central table in the middle of the room. Plants adorned a few corners, soft lighting filled the space, and a fireplace with several wooden ornaments added warmth.

“Let’s sit down first.” She guided the children to one of the larger sofas. Carefully placing the baby carrier beside her, she lifted the blanket slightly to check on the sleeping baby. Her breathing was normal, and her expression was peaceful. She lowered the blanket again—she didn’t feel comfortable letting others see her.

The reception area was empty, but she was sure that if she rang the small bell on the counter, someone would come. Which, of course, she did.

After a few minutes, an older woman appeared behind the counter.

“Welcome to The White Horse,” the woman greeted, typing something on the computer. “I’ll need any document with your name and registration number, please.”

“Of course.” She reached into her jacket pocket and handed over the ID.

The woman paused for a moment, staring at the identification. Her black eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before glancing at the children and then back at her.

“Calliope…” The woman looked at her closely when she said the name before offering a warm smile and resuming her typing. Calliope tensed slightly. The woman’s gaze suggested she knew things about her.

“I have a reservation under your name. It’s a large room with a king-size bed.”

“For how long, if I may ask? I made the reservation while half-asleep and don’t quite remember.” She lied. He must have made the reservation in a hurry without mentioning it.

“The system says two months.”

From a hidden drawer, the woman retrieved a key with the room number.

“The room is on the second floor. I’ll need you to sign this form.” She handed her the key and a sheet of paper.

Calliope took the pen the woman offered and began filling in the blanks. Every now and then, she glanced at the children, who sat on either side of the baby carrier.

A door opened somewhere behind her, likely another guest arriving. She paid it no mind.

“Mary, I’ve stocked the room with firewood,” a dark-skinned man said, approaching the corner of the counter; Calliope stood in the center.

“Thank you for coming despite the weather, Gaz,” the woman replied, handing him a coat.

Calliope remained silent, finishing the form and taking the key.

“Say hi to Price for me.”

“No problem, Mary.”

The children stood up as she approached them. She felt the man’s gaze following her as she turned toward the stairs, thankful the woman kept him distracted with a conversation about someone named Price and his wood.

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[generationexorcist]

A Journey Into The ‘Screaming Woods’ of Pluckley

The Dering Woods is also known by another name which ear-witnesses have applied to it. It is often dubbed The Screaming Woods. And for good reason. Shrill screams have often been heard coming from somewhere within its borders. When these terrifying and blood-curdling sounds are not heard, something else invariably is. 

Footsteps have been mentioned in other cases of strange noises. On days when fog shrouds the dense woodland, voices and whispers have also been subjected to anyone within earshot...

Spooky Isles

[connectparanormal]

The Screaming Woods of Dering

Situated in Kent, England, close to Smarden, Dering Woods is frequently the subject of ghostly lore, which has led to its unsettling moniker The Screaming Woods. This dense forest, believed to be among the most haunted places in Britain, attracts both paranormal researchers and curious tourists. It has lots of ghost sightings. There are many different types of legends about Dering Woods. Among the most enduring legends are the disturbing noises reported from the woodland at night. Many people think that the screams that visitors have reported hearing are the wailing of tormented ghosts. These eerie noises have added to the forest's sinister reputation by stoking conjecture about its ghostly occupants. According to some residents, these cries are the echoes of long-lost souls—possibly those who perished in the woods.

Another well-known story involves people mysteriously going missing in the woods. According to local legend, people who go too far into Dering Woods might never come back, which could result in ghostly kidnappings or other paranormal activity. Certain tales that describe eerie beings prowling among the trees further enhance the eerie ambiance of the woodland. Witnesses have reported ghostly shapes and apparitions that disappear as soon as they emerge, leaving an eerie feeling of fear. The area's past can also influence its haunting reputation. The location of Dering Woods is close to Pluckley, one of England's most haunted settlements. Many people report experiencing residual energy or spirits due to the area's past, which includes stories of terrible deaths and historical events. Many ghosts, like the Highwayman and the Watercress Woman, are rumored to reside in Pluckley itself, and their tales are woven into the spooky woods legends. Despite numerous reports of paranormal activity, doubt persists. Some people blame the odd sounds on natural phenomena, including nocturnal animal calls or the wind rustling through the trees. Some contend that the spooky ambiance and regional folklore just stimulate the imagination, resulting in inflated or misconstrued experiences. Environmental elements that contribute to the unearthly atmosphere include the forest's distinct acoustics and its remote location.

The charm of Dering Woods, however, endures. Its natural beauty and reputation for the paranormal combine to make it an alluring travel destination for paranormal enthusiasts. Visitors keep exploring the depths of this mysterious woodland, whether they are looking for excitement or are hoping to witness something unearthly. Adventurers can get a personal look at the eerie ambiance of the woods through organized ghost hunts and nocturnal tours. Dering Woods is essentially a monument to the timeless value of legend and the curiosity people have about the unknown. Legends and experiences from the forest highlight the blurred boundary between the real world and the paranormal, inspiring both believers and atheists to contemplate the secrets hidden within. Every distant cry or rustle of leaves can spark the imagination, and the forests continue to serve as a metaphor for the mysteries that lie inside the natural world.

[jaybeefoxy]

There are a number of haunted gins on offer in the UK. I am not sure that the 'spell' laid on it could be called a curse, and I quote “The blessing empowers the drinker to follow whatever their hearts desire – whether it is for good or evil.” That's not a curse, good people. That's leaving it to the drinker. In my humble opinion, that's kind of abdicating responsibility.

Besides, my money is on Hooting Owl distillery near York. Batalicious Gin is kept in an old coaching in with resident ghosts watching over it. It doesn't need curses, it has the approval of the dead landlord.

There's also Grey Lady gin from York Gin distillery, Haunted Orchard gin by Batch Spirits of Lancashire. So, Evil Spirit Gin of Pluckley, Kent, you have challengers. Looks like I have a bit of tasting planned... My hearts desire would be to drink this damned stuff without suffering any aftereffects. That's a curse worth having.

[brainypixel]

Character designs for Walter W. Winans, the greatest crackshot of all time! Check out Brannon's novella "Silent Night, Lady White" in the link below!

[rgf-populace]

Pluckley, "the village with a dozen ghosts," c/o Simon Moreton / Minor Leaves

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Cleaning Services in Melbourne Australia

Cleaning services Melbourne Australia offer a range of benefits to businesses and homeowners. From specialized cleaning to flexible scheduling options, these services can help maintain a clean and healthy living or work space without compromising on schedules or budgets.

Professional cleaners also use safe and specialised techniques to clean appliances thoroughly, extending their lifespan and reducing repair costs. Additionally, a professionally cleaned home offers better returns when it is sold in the future.

Clean House Melbourne

Clean House Melbourne provides professional cleaning services to ensure a tidy, hygienic home. They use non-toxic cleaning products that are safe for homes and the environment. Additionally, they offer specialised services like rug and upholstery steam cleaning to remove tough stains and grime.

They also provide window cleaning services that leave your windows squeaky-clean and streak-free. They use advanced equipment and techniques to remove dirt, grease, and other contaminants from the windows. Clean House Melbourne is committed to environmental sustainability and has a comprehensive vetting process for their team members.

They make it easy to book a cleaner by offering an online booking system that allows you to select your desired date and time. The platform connects you with insured and background-checked cleaners who are available at a price that fits your budget. They even provide a satisfaction guarantee. Their flexible cleaning plans and competitive rates make it easy to maintain a clean, healthy home.

Calibre Cleaning

Calibre Cleaning is a trusted house cleaning service provider that offers a range of services. From regular cleaning to spring cleaning, deep cleaning, and move in/move out cleaning, their professionals are trained to meet the needs of each client. They use advanced cleaning techniques and eco-friendly products to ensure a spotless living space.

The company also provides commercial cleaning services. These include office cleaning, standard and high reach window cleaning, carpet cleaning, and fascia & gutter cleaning. They offer competitive prices and free quotes. They are available to customers in Pluckley and the surrounding area.

When choosing a cleaner, make sure you check their online reviews and testimonials. You should avoid any cleaners that have made billing errors or been rude to their clients. In addition, look for red flags like low ratings and bad feedback. Moreover, you should also look for customer reviews from local directories. These can give you a better idea of the quality of a particular cleaner’s work.

Oneflare

Oneflare connects consumers with local service businesses, saving time for individuals searching for services and helping them find someone trustworthy and reliable. Its platform also helps customers get the job done for a fair price. The company was founded in 2011 and is based in Sydney, Australia. It has a 0% resolution rate for complaints and is well-known for its high standards.

OneFlare’s Cost Guides are a great way to set your budget, whether you’re looking for a small task or a larger project. The website offers a wide range of guides, including car services, tax accountants, cleaners, and more. Each Cost Guide includes an average price for each service, making it easy to plan your budget.

ASX-listed gig economy marketplace Airtasker (ASX:ART) has acquired the Oneflare service business for $9.8 million. The acquisition will accelerate Airtasker’s strategic expansion into high value service categories, such as trades and home improvement. The acquisition also strengthens marketplace network effects and provides more opportunities for service pros, including independent Taskers and verified businesses.

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In England’s Most Haunted Village, Halloween Means Screams and Skeptics

Pluckley is said to count at least 12 spirits among its 1,000 residents. Come October, ghost hunters arrive in droves to a place where even nonbelievers concede they’ve had eerie encounters. Source link

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In England’s Most Haunted Village, Halloween Means Screams and Skeptics

Pluckley is said to count at least 12 spirits among its 1,000 residents. Come October, ghost hunters arrive in droves to a place where even nonbelievers concede they’ve had eerie encounters. source https://www.nytimes.com/2024/10/28/world/europe/pluckley-england-haunted-ghosts-halloween.html

[drenix004]

 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 

141 masterlist

Task forcé 141 x Oc!female (Au)

❝Small town, big hell❞

Pluckley was a small and very strange town, the perfect place for misfits like them.

Teaser

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

CWs -> fluf, angst, drugs, death, obsession, blood, torture, harassment, mental issues, eventual smut, Possessiveness, manipulation, kidnapping, themes related to cannibalism, drinking blood, Dark themes, among others.

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

2 Terrifying PARANORMAL STORIES From England

In this bone-chilling video, we’ll explore eerie true stories of two haunted locations of The Flitwick Manor Ghost and The Ghosts of Pluckley Village from the east english countryside and southern England.

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