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USA Haunts…St. Augustine Lighthouse

Posted in History, October with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2015 by Mj Rains

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The St. Augustine Lighthouse is known to be haunted…and an amazing tourist attraction besides. My father, who just turned 79, boasted of climbing a few years ago the amazing spiral staircase (a Wit favorite!) within this cool historic tower.

spiral stairs and orbI asked my dad, who has a yen for the creepy stuff as well,  if he felt any ghostly specters about after that 100+ step climb… He said he had a strange feeling up there, a chill on his shoulder…but he didn’t see anything. A great shot was taken of a specter peeking over the upper banister, one of many photos of apparitions in this historic dwelling…ghost

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The Poison Garden…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , on October 22, 2015 by Mj Rains

the poison garden 3Welcome to The Poison Garden! The Alnwick Garden was established in 2005 by the Duchess of Northumberland. This uniquely creepy garden contains over 100 deadly and hallucinogenic plants, enough to put this Wit over the gruesome edge…

mw_poison_garden_tunnel.jpg__1072x0_q85_upscaleVisitors must enter through this tunnel…

poison gardenTouch or not to touch?

I wondered why so many gardens around the world focused on the healing power of plants rather than their ability to kill…I felt that most children I know would be more interested in hearing how a plant killed, how long it would take you to die if you ate it and how gruesome and painful the death might be.”

~ The Duchess of Northumberland

(A woman after my creepy-side heart…)

the poison garden 2So pretty…

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So deadly…

The dead…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , on October 20, 2015 by Mj Rains


Ethyl of Lawnswood Cemetery…


Until death do us part…


Southern Cemetery, Leipzig, Germany.

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Handling the Undead…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2015 by Mj Rains

Every October I try to read something on the creepy side. This year my selection is perfect: a bit scary, gross at times, and heartbreaking as well. This is on the milder side compared to Lindqvist’s Let the Right One In, which had a lot more blood, gore and horrifyingly graffic content…So far…

Get your creep on with An excerpt from John Ajvide Lindqvist’s Handling the Undead…

Scene set up: David is visiting his dead wife after her horrific car accident which involved an elk…

“He stared down at the floor. He did not see the white caterpillar that came in through the ceiling, fell, and landed on the yellow institutional blanket draped over Eva, digging its way in.

“My darling,” he whispered and squeezed her hand. “Nothing was going to come between us, don’t you remember?”

Her hand jerked, squeezed back.

David did not scream, did not make a move. He simply stared at her hand, pressed it. Her hand pressed back. His chin fell, his tongue moved to like his lips. Joy was not the word for what he felt, it was more like the disorganization in the seconds after you wake from a nightmare, and at first his legs did not want to obey him when he pulled himself up so he could look at her.

They had cleaned and prepped her as best they could, but half of her face was a gaping wound. The elk, he supposed. It must have had time to turn its head, or make a final desperate attempt to attack the car. Its head, its antlers had been the first thing through the windshield and on of the points had struck her face before she was crushed under the weight of the beast.

“Eva! Can you hear me?”

No reaction. David pulled his hands across his face, his heart was beating wildly.

It was spasm…She can’t be alive. Look at her.

A large bandage covered the right half of her face, but is was clear that it was…too small. That bones, skin and flesh were missing underneath. They had said that she was in bad shape, but only now did he realize the extent of it.

“Eva? It’s me.”

This time there was no spasm. Her arm jerked, hitting against his legs. She sat up without warning. David instinctively backed up. The blanket slid off her, there was a quiet clinking and…no, he had not realized the full extent of it at all.

Her upper body was naked, the clothes had been cut away. The right side of her chest was a gaping hole bordered by ragged skin and clotted blood. From it came the metallic clanking. For a moment, David could not see Eva, he only saw a monster and wanted to run away. But his legs would not carry him and after several seconds he came to his senses. He stepped up to the bed again.

Now he saw what was making the sound. Clamps. A number of metal clamps suspended from broken veins inside her chest cavity. They swayed and hit against each other as she moved. He swallowed dryly. “Eva?”

She turned her head toward the sound of his voice and opened her one eye.

Then he screamed.”

I would give even my soul for it…

Posted in Art, Books with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2015 by Mj Rains

Naoto HattoriIf only it was the picture who was to grow old, and I remain young. There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t give for that. Yes, I would give even my soul for it.

~The Picture of Dorian Gray~
(1945)

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