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| Ghost Tales Turn out all the lights, unlock all of your doors & open all the windows ;) |
| The lantern bearer lights the way For those who no more seize the day Blind eyes peer out from every head That crowds the carriage of the dead. Nor crown nor coin can halt time's flight Or stay the armies of the night King and villein, lad and lass, All answer to the hourglass. Her hour had come, his mother smiled And sighed beside her infant child But he, too, answered to the curse And found himself an older nurse. A gentle hand will help the dead To find the way to their last bed Who engineers the mortal's end Will tell you he's man's best friend. ~Author unknown~ |
| Here is a small account, what makes this one chilling is that it is small, and thus believable to all.... "A man startled from his sleep, found himself laying in a pitch dark, silent room, longing for the comfort of a lighted candle. He searched for a match, and a match was put into his hand. |
| "Late one spring night in the last century a certain Englishman found himself, to his astonishment, standing in the garden outside his house. he remembered falling asleep in his bed, but he had no memory of waking and walking out the door. He turned to go back inside but the door was locked. The moon had set, and the familiar garden had become a foreign landscape painted in shades of black and gray. His prized privet hedge was an anonymous, humpbacked blur, larger than it looked by daylight, the still-bare branches of the trees were skeletal arms streched wide against the stars. But from the window of his wife's bedroom, light shone warm and welcoming into the night. He made for the window at once. His wife could be trusted to admit him to the house with out the usual jokes reserved for wandering sleepwalkers. He observed, with some disapproval that she had fallen asleep with the candles still burning. What disturbed him most was the unnatural effect of the candle flames. Her face sunk amoung the mounds of pillows, looked old and sallow not wshing to frighten his wife by knocking he stepped close to the panes and stared. Concentrating all his will on her to make her wake and see him there. Obedient even in sleep, she stirred and sat up. Her eyes focused on the window, looking directly into his own, and he gave a benign and reassuring smile. The result was not what he had hoped. For a moment his wife did nothing. Then her head began to bob and her shoulders to tremble. Her eyes widened and bulged, her mouth opened, the lips drawn tight. She screamed, as those in nightmares scream, with out a sound. Unnerved, he took a step backward. His wife found her voice, and her shriek rent the air and battered the windowpane. It went crazily on and on, punctuated by hoarse and gasping breaths. He raised his arm and knocked upon the window to put an end to the appalling noise. he saw a curious sight then. He saw it quite clearly and all at once: the gleaming white bones of his forearm, neatly articulated to the bones of his wrist, the pebbly joints of his five fingers loosely bound by frayed strings of ligament, and the fluttering shreds of his own winding sheet. Then darkness and nothingness swallowed him once again......." |
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