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I am the author of both of these nonfiction books. The first, "Riding with Ghosts, Angels, and the Spirits of the Dead" was published in September of 2020, and my second book, "A Knock in the Attic," was published in February of 2021. I'm working on my third now, also nonfiction, as well as a horror novel.
Both books are available online at all major booksellers: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, etc.
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Books on a Blanket for the flickr group, "Smile on Saturday!" and August 7th's theme: "BEGINS WITH B".
Hotel Europe is a 111 year old, six storey, flatiron style building, built on a pie shaped property, located at 43 Powell Street in Historical Gastown, Vancouver BC Canada.
The building was commissioned by hotelier Angelo Calori and built by Parr and Fee Architects.
Contractors had to be brought in from Cincinnati, Ohio for the necessary expertise; the Ferro-Concrete Construction Company began this project six years after constructing the first tall concrete building in the world.
Construction began in 1908 and the hotel was completed and opened in 1909.
It was the first reinforced concrete structure to be built in Canada and the earliest fireproof hotel in Western Canada.
For the first years, the hotel flourished as people arrived to Vancouver by Steamship and stayed at the hotel.
The ground floor was once a beer parlour and is now currently a store. Below this beer parlour was an underground saloon accessible by stairs from a sidewalk entrance.
The underground area, including the saloon is said to have extended under the sidewalks on both sides of the hotel. These extensions were known as “areaways,” a typical feature of buildings in the Gastown area. Areaways were used to load and unload freight through trap doors in the outside sidewalk.
The Hotel Europe’s areaways were eventually filled in and bricked up and the underground saloon is said to be now a storage basement.
A more luxurious, Vancouver hotel opened in 1919 and the guest traffic shifted to the new hotel. At sometime it was said that the Hotel Europe became a brothel.
This building was later renovated into suites and is currently an affordable housing complex.
Rumored haunted. It is believed there is one, possibly two ghosts residing in the Hotel Europe. The first ghost was reported in the early '80s by a contractor who had been working on some repairs alone in the cellar, near the bricked up areaway entrance. Supposedly, he had left the cellar briefly and when he returned he found his tools had been scattered all over the floor. He heard scratching noises coming from behind the brick wall (a wall said to have been previously filled in) and felt a bad presence. He grabbed his tools and fled. Also, reported was a man dressed in a black coat with a flat cap that appeared in the shop on the ground level. One evening in the early 2000's after the shop owner had closed the store, the owner saw a man/ghost clearly reflected in the convex security mirror at the top end of the store. She was surprised to see him as she was sure there were no customers left in the store when she locked up. When she went to investigate, there was nobody there. The man in the mirror had vanished. The owner was left shaken and fled the property. This man/ghost was reported to return again at a later date.
It is questioned if this was the same original ghost or indeed a second one.
**Please note: All information has been compiled from various online sources and in no way has been verified to be true or accurate.
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~Christie by the River
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Moreton Corbet Manor House, located near the village of Moreton Corbet, Shropshire, England. SY4 4DW
Moreton Corbet Manor House, Coordinates.... 52.8045°N 2.6541°W
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Morton Corbet Elizabethan Manor House..
In the 16th century, Sir Andrew Corbet filled the courtyard to the east of the keep with a new house, stretching in a straight line to the south and west of the medieval structure. The perimeter wall to the west and south of the tower is now almost completely removed, leaving a gap between the castle and the later house.
South of the castle, Corbet's son Robert had a wide but shallow house built in a more modern style, described by the noted antiquarian William Camden (1551–1623) as "a most gorgeous and stately house after the Italian model." It seems to have been influenced by the classical architecture of Italian buildings that he saw on his diplomatic travels, including Palladio's Basilica Palladiana in Vicenza. The building was faced with stone, but internally the walls were of brick. Although Italian in inspiration and elaborately decorated, much of the carving was of a rustic finish. After Robert Corbet died of the plague in 1583, his brothers Richard and Vincent Corbet carried on with the building of the new manor, leaving what was left of the original fortification.
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Erddig Hall, Marchwiel, Wrexham, North Wales LL13 0YT.
Erddig Hall Coordinates.... 53°1′38″N 3°0′23″W
Erddig Hall is a country house and estate in the community of Marchwiel, approximately 2 miles (3.2 km) south of Wrexham, Wales. It is centred on a country house which dates principally from between 1684 and 1687, when the central block was built by Joshua Edisbury, and the 1720s, when the flanking wings were added by its second owner, John Meller. Erddig was inherited by Simon Yorke in 1733, and remained in the Yorke family until it was given to the National Trust by Philip Scott Yorke in 1973.
The gardens were laid out between 1718 and 1733, and the surrounding park was landscaped between 1767 and 1789. The estate is approximately 1,900 acres (770 ha) in size, and includes part of Wat's Dyke and the remains of a motte-and-bailed castle of the Norman period. A pair of gates, originally located at Stansty Park and attributed to Robert Davies, stand at the end of the garden canal.
The Yorke family had an unusual relationship with their servants, and commemorated them in a large and unique collection of portraits and poems. This collection, and the good state of preservation of the servants' quarters and estate workshops, provide an insight into how servants lived between the eighteenth and twentieth centuries. The house is also significant for its collection of seventeenth-century furniture; this includes the state bed, a rare surviving example of a lit à la duchesse canopy bed which retains its original hangings and bed cover of silk satin embroidered with Chinese designs. The house was designated a grade I listed building in 1952.
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Ynysypandy Slate Mill, Cwmystradllyn, Dolbenmaen, Caernarfonshire.
Ynysypandy Slate Mill grid ref...SH5499043364
Ynysypandy Slate Mill, Map ref...SH54SW
The impressive three-storeyed Ynysypandy slate-slab mill, and its surrounding yard, rail-access and water-supply system, was built to serve Gorsedda quarry in 1856-7 by the local contractor Evan Jones of Garndolbenmaen, probably to the design of the distinguished engineer James Brunlees. It is ingeniously planned so that the natural fall of the site assisted the manufacturing process. An internal pit accommodated an overshot water wheel, supplied by the Henwy stream, and on the south side a long curving ramp brought branches of the railway from Gorsedda quarry into the mill at two different levels, serving the middle and upper floors. The grand, round-headed openings are closely spaced like a Roman aqueduct, and derive from foundry practice. The eastern gable is surmounted by a decorative feature incorporating a false chimney stack, and the windows were at one time framed. It is one of very few architecturally ambitious buildings in the slate industry of Wales.
The mill specialised in the production of slate slabs for floors, dairies, troughs, urinals, etc. In its heyday, in 1860, it was producing over 2,000 tons per annum, but seven years later production was down to 25 tons per annum (due to the poor quality of the quarried slate) and the business went into liquidation in 1871.
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Deadman Island is a 3.8 ha island to the south of Stanley Park in Coal Harbour in Vancouver, British Columbia. The indigenous Squamish name is "skwtsa7s", meaning simply "island." Officially designated Deadman Island by the Geographical Names Board of Canada in 1937, it is commonly referred to as Deadman's Island. In its long history, it has been a battle site, a native tree-burial cemetery, and a smallpox and squatter settlement. Today it is the site of Vancouver's Naval Reserve Division, HMCS Discovery.
Early history
One of Vancouver's first white settlers, John Morton, visited the island in 1862. Morton discovered hundreds of red cedar boxes lashed to the upper boughs of trees and one had evidently fallen and broken to reveal a jumble of bones and a tassel of black hair. The island was the tree-burial grounds of the Squamish people. Undeterred, Morton took a fancy to the island and attempted to acquire it. He changed his mind when Chief Capilano pointed out that the island was "dead ground" and was a scene of a bloody battle between rival tribes in which some two hundred warriors were killed. It's said that "fire-flower" grew up at once where they fell, frightening the foe into retreat. The macabre name of the island is thought to reflect this history, although the Squamish name is simply skwtsa7s, meaning "island."
Settlers continued to use the island as a cemetery prior to the 1887 opening of Mountain View Cemetery. Between 1888 and 1892, Deadman Island became a quarantine site for victims of a smallpox epidemic and burial ground for those who did not survive.
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Basingwerk Abbey, Holywell, Flintshire, North Wales.
Basingwerk Abbey Coordinates... 53°17′17″N 3°12′29″W
Basingwerk Abbey, What three word location...https://w3w.co/lecturers.lordship.action
Basingwerk Abbey (Welsh: Abaty Dinas Basing) is a Grade I listed ruined abbey near Holywell, Flintshire, Wales. The abbey, which was founded in the 12th century, belonged to the Order of Cistercians. It maintained significant lands in the English county of Derbyshire. The abbey was abandoned and its assets sold following the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1536.
The abbey was founded in 1132 by Ranulf de Gernon, 4th Earl of Chester, who had already brought Benedictine monks from Savigny Abbey in southern Normandy. Likely the first location of the abbey was not at the current location at Greenfields but at the nearby Hen Blas. The abbey became part of the Cistercian Order in 1147, when the Savignac Order merged with the Cistercians. It was a daughter house of Combermere Abbey in Cheshire, of which Earl Ranulf was a great benefactor. However, in 1147 the abbot and convent of Savigny transferred it to Buildwas Abbey in Shropshire.
Twenty years later, the monks of Basingwerk challenged their subjection to Buildwas, but Savigny found against them and sent a letter notifying their decision to the abbot of Cîteaux, the head of the Cistercian order.: 54 An Earl of Chester gave the manor of West Kirby to the Abbey.
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Twin Towers, Rhuddlan Castle, Rhuddlan, Denbighshire, North Wales.
Twin Towers, Rhuddlan Castle, Coordinates..53.2889°N 3.464528°W
Twin Towers, Rhuddlan Castle, Rhuddlan Castle (Welsh: Castell Rhuddlan; is a castle located in Rhuddlan, Denbighshire, Wales. It was erected by Edward I in 1277, following the First Welsh War.
King Edward I liked his castles to be on the coast. It was safer that way. If his ruthless campaign to subdue the Welsh ran into trouble, supplies could still get through by sea.
At Rhuddlan, several miles inland, the plan was to use a river instead. Just one problem – the meandering Clwyd wasn’t quite in the right place. So Edward conscripted hundreds of ditch-diggers to deepen and divert its course.
More than seven centuries later Rhuddlan still looks like a castle that was worth moving a river for. Begun in 1277 it was the first of the revolutionary concentric, or ‘walls within walls’, castles designed by master architect James of St George.
Most impressive was the inner diamond-shaped stronghold with its twin-towered gatehouses. This sat inside a ring of lower turreted walls. Further beyond was a deep dry moat linked to the River Clwyd.
This bristling statement of Edwardian intent guarded a new town surrounded by ditched defences. You can still clearly make out the medieval grid layout of the streets in modern-day Rhuddlan.
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This is Jenny Dixon Beach, #38 on my list of Central Coast beaches. And it is infamous as being Australia's most haunted beach. A women dressed in attire suitable of the mid 1800s appears, arms outstretched, beseeching the help of the observer. A nearby road, home to a phantom hitchhiker, a young woman who was murdered decades ago. Read on .... if you dare .....
1. The Lady in White
Just south of Jenny Dixon Beach is Norah Head, a piece of coastline that juts out into the Tasman Sea. There are numerous photos in my gallery of this area. It was notorious for the number of shipwrecks that occurred there with at least 7 ships running aground here over a 35-year period leading up to 1871 (with more since) and in 1903 a lighthouse was finally completed. In 1871 the coal schooner Janet Dixon sank with survivors gathering on the beach. Later that beach would be called, mistakenly, Jenny Dixon Beach. As for the ghost who haunts it.. many believe it is the ghost of a woman who was either killed in one of the many shipwrecks or had lost their baby to the deep who she continues to search for. Locals report seeing her on misty nights or during stormy weather, with the ghost disappearing into thin air as witnesses approach.
2. The Hitchhiking Ghost
If you are ever driving along Wilfred Barrett Drive, heading towards Noraville beware of picking up hitch-hiking women. This area, a narrow piece of land flanked by the trees of the Wyrrabalong National Park, itself flanked by two large bodies of water – the Tasman Sea and Tuggerah Lake, is well known to be haunted.
A pretty young woman may be standing at the side of the road, looking for a lift. You pull over and as you are going in her direction she climbs in. She does not take the front seat, but rather prefers to sit in the back. The conversation, if any, is short lived, her voice trailing off. Before long, you realise you are talking to yourself and a quick glance in the rear-view mirror confirms that indeed you are...... She is gone. For the past forty years people have reported seeing a young girl at the side of the road, at times she has nearly caused accidents due to people swerving to avoid her, at times people pick her up to have her disappear... It has been reported numerous times, even the police are said to have witnessed this apparition.
Her sad story follows, read on at your own discretion. The young woman was brutally attacked and left to die in the 1970s after a group of men picked her up near Jenny Dixon Beach. Against her wishes they drove her down to the local beach where she was sexually assaulted, beaten and left to die in the nearby scrub. She was found sometime later and passed away within a few days. Before she died, she stated that she would get her revenge. Unfortunately, the police were unable to get a clear description of the guilty party, they had their suspicions but nothing definite. The five guilty men went free but the young woman it would seem did get her revenge.
Within the year a series of strange accidents and suicides saw this group of five close friends die in grisly ways – 3 car wrecks, a hanging and a self-inflicted shotgun wound later, and the friends were dead. All of them had complained of seeing and hearing things leading up to their demises.
As for my trip to Jenny Dixon, I saw nothing more threatening or frightening than all the bluebottle jellyfish (Portuguese man o' war) washed ashore. And if you don't find those frightening then you have obviously never been stung or trod on one!
PS I thought a subdued edit might be appropriate ;)
Bree and Timmy spend some time by the beach before summer camp begins.
(Taken at Aeterum. *HIGHLY* recommended that you take a peek when able!)
Happy Caturday Theme for April 24th - "Memories"
Photo #2 is one of my all-time favorite photographs of Bat. Photo#1, there is no question...
" Well, a CAT who dresses up like a bat clearly has issues"...
or simply, Bat is Batman.
“Non tutti possono essere batman, ma batman può nascondersi dentro ognuno di noi.” ― Fabio Volo, Le prime luci del mattino
"Not everyone can be batman, but batman can hide inside each of us."
- Fabio Volo, The first light of the morning
HAPPY CATURDAY ♥️🐾🐾🐾🐾♥️
Maggie and Bats' mom, Shy, came for her dinner and then left.
How's that for gratitude?
She was never a mom; she hated her job and chose to abandon her three kittens in our backyard. After all, she was just a cat! A cat who was overwhelmed by the enormity of parenthood to three kittens.
Maggie was left to take care of her little brother, Bat. A sister and now his mother; she protected him and did a good job.
After all, she was just a cat - with a heart!
Good thing Maggie turned out right. Bat certainly, would not have faired well outdoors.
I wish we had done more to keep Shy and tame her: maybe she would have cared more for her babies. She is only a memory now and a screen saver.
Early mornings always remind me my cat Maggie has never forgotten. She will come and sit on my lap, snuggle, and purr, and the minute I open my computer and the screensaver comes on, she perks up and stares. She remembers.
“Mother is a verb as well as a noun. We all, male and female, have the capacity to mother others.
And we can each, always, mother ourselves.”
― Orna Ross
“His nerves, too, have suffered: he cannot even now see a surplice hanging on a door quite unmoved, and the spectacle of a scarecrow in a field late on a winter afternoon has cost him more than one sleepless night.” —M.R. James, “Oh, Whistle and I’ll Come to You, My Lad” (1904)
This is the second of a monthly series of photographs inspired by the incomparable ghost stories of M.R. James (1862-1936).
- something for the remembered soul...
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A day for night shot that came out with a moon light feeling that matches tonights full moon sky so well.
The deep shadows and colors remind me of early false-spring nights when we were kids telling ghost stories, and then playing "hide and seek" in places like this... with the hair on the back of our necks standing up... never quite knowing what you would find when you were "it" .-)
Loup Garou loose near Manigotapi Mississippi!
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The ghostbus is back.
Having departed this world nearly three years ago with the stench of Covid-19, the original ghostbus tour of Dublin is back, scary stories, graveyards & churches in a night time 2 hour tour of the city's murky past.
There's plenty of ghosts & ghouls lurking on O'Connell Street in the hours of darkness.
Ghostbus "Lucy " is seen on the first evening of the return on 13th September 2022 on O'Connell Street, operating three times a week at 7 & 9.30 pm....if you dare.
I love the lost in time look of Walberswick. Some rather liberal use of processing here to turn day into night
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
(Send in the Clowns
Song by Judy Collins)
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The ghost of Joseph Grimaldi, beloved actor, dancer, and pantomime clown during the Regency period, haunts the Theatre Royal Drury Lane
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Joseph Grimaldi was an English actor, comedian and dancer, who became the most popular English entertainer of the Regency era
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lucky for you, he is only allowed out to play in October, or under a new moon...unless of course he chooses to play at your house...then its best if you relocate until he leaves or burn the house down...its the only way you will get rid of him for good...he died in a house fire when he was 4...it was found to have been intentionally set...some said his mother had set the fire...others said it was his father(both took their own lives just days after the "accident")...still others said and I tend to agree, that he had set the fire himself or rather he had set fire to his nanny...and the fire had gotten out of control and the flames consumed him as well...this would not have been the first time or the only time he had set someone on fire...when he was three, the family dog, a Rottweiler named Julian...burned to death in Octavians play house while playing with Octavian...it had been ruled an accident by authorities, but they could never say how the "accident" occurred...the same year around Christmas time...two playmates (twins; Lavinia and Laurus) while playing with young Octavian, the twins fell from a five story window engulfed in flames, Servants who had witnessed the event...said, they saw young Octavian standing at the window giggling and clapping his hands with excitement at what had just happened...however the family forbid anyone to talk about it, and again it had been ruled an accident, but with no explanation or details...of course no one knows for sure if Octavian was guilty or not, only those who were there would know for sure...but perhaps you could ask him yourself should you ever find him in your home...although I wouldn't advise humoring him with conversation...or he just might take you with him.....
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When I spotted this cabin at the end of a trail here in Alaska - it reminded me of one of my favorite ghost stories . . .
Lucy at Roaring Fork
“Lucy” is the spirit of a young woman known to haunt the Roaring Fork Trail looking for a ride. Roaring Fork is a 5.5-mile-long, one-way loop in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park scattered with original homes and farms of early settlers. In 1910, a young man named Foster came upon Lucy in the mountains and offered her a ride on his horse.
He found her to be unusually “warm” that cold night, and he quickly fell in love with her. He went looking for her again the next day, but learned from her parents that Lucy had died in a cabin fire one year earlier. Today, visitors traveling up Roaring Fork have reported seeing a pretty, young woman standing on the side of the road without shoes, still looking for a ride.
Illustration for a creepy novella called 'The Ghosts of Blackrock Lighthouse' currently being serialised in the newspaper 'Asahi Weekly' in Japan.
A bearded fisherman with tattoos stands in front of a lighthouse, surrounded by waves and seabirds in a bright, colourful setting. He wears a green beanie and a striped shirt, evoking a maritime theme.
Illustration for the 12th and final chapter of my ghost story 'The Ghosts of Blackrock Lighthouse'. This illustration has just been printed in the newspaper 'Asahi Weekly' in Japan.
A vibrant harbour scene features colourful buildings and boats against a serene waterfront, with a lighthouse standing prominently in the background. Calm waters reflect the playful hues of the structures and vessels, creating a picturesque and lively coastal atmosphere.