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- Tue, 02:09: They're all true. (even the lies. Especially the lies.) https://t.co/mWsg9qQep3
Oct. 20th, 2015
Halloween 2015: Friends on the Other Side
Oct. 20th, 2015 01:00 pmThis is classic monster week, and crafting will return next week. So today, it's all things of the Otherworld. Demons, devils, petty gods, ghosts and spirits.
Sounds of the Season:
A bit Lovecraftian, a bit of a monstermash (zombies, werewolves, unicorns, creatures beyond imagination) But worth the watch.
My ghost story:
You're welcome to tell yours, too.
I was in New Orleans for the Gay Romance Literature retreat. We were staying in the Bourbon Orleans, a very haunted hotel, which had been used as an orphanage and hospital during an epidemic. Everyone else was "what a lark, a haunted hotel, ha ha ha." I was constantly cold in the place. I was ill, so violently ill that I ended up bleeding internally (minor) from the force of the expulsions. I watched chandeliers swing in no breeze, doors open and shut with no one going through them, and orbs appear and disappear on photos. I talked to my mother one evening. I was sitting alone in a conference room, and my skin crawled and went full of goosebumps and a weight landed in my lap. I shut my eyes and Saw a little blond boy in a white nightgown, sitting on my lap.
Creepy Pics of the Day:
Hosted by a demon with whom I am intimately acquainted: Titivillus, he of typo and grammatical error, the bane of scribes.
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Sounds of the Season:
A bit Lovecraftian, a bit of a monstermash (zombies, werewolves, unicorns, creatures beyond imagination) But worth the watch.
My ghost story:
You're welcome to tell yours, too.
I was in New Orleans for the Gay Romance Literature retreat. We were staying in the Bourbon Orleans, a very haunted hotel, which had been used as an orphanage and hospital during an epidemic. Everyone else was "what a lark, a haunted hotel, ha ha ha." I was constantly cold in the place. I was ill, so violently ill that I ended up bleeding internally (minor) from the force of the expulsions. I watched chandeliers swing in no breeze, doors open and shut with no one going through them, and orbs appear and disappear on photos. I talked to my mother one evening. I was sitting alone in a conference room, and my skin crawled and went full of goosebumps and a weight landed in my lap. I shut my eyes and Saw a little blond boy in a white nightgown, sitting on my lap.
Creepy Pics of the Day:
Hosted by a demon with whom I am intimately acquainted: Titivillus, he of typo and grammatical error, the bane of scribes.
( Read more... )