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  1. The Theatre Royal on Drury Lane carries a lodger who never bought a seat. A tall gentleman in a grey cloak and powdered wig walks the Upper Circle and, at one unbroken stretch of wall, steps forward and is gone. A good omen to the company. A man was walled up there in 1848, a knife in his ribs. I cannot say the one is the other. I can say the tale has held together for a century and a half. bakerstreetholmes.substack.com

  2. In mourning black she asked the Bank's clerks, day after day, if they had seen her brother - hanged for forgery. They told the kinder lie. From my written studies, the Black Nun of Threadneedle Street. bakerstreetholmes.substack.com #GhostStory #CityOfLondon #History

  3. Personally, I think taking away a stretch of land from a noble's estate and adding it to the land of the community should not be considered "theft" but an act of class justice.

    #Germany #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Th

  4. kayes chronicles @kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com@kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com ·

    The Hour of 3:17

    Meher had only recently finished his studies and joined his first job. He never liked the chaos and noise of the city, so he rented a small apartment in a quiet colony just outside town, close to his office. Few people lived there. At night, the streets emptied quickly, leaving behind only the distant howls of stray dogs and the occasional whisper of the wind. It was the kind of silence he found comforting. For the first few days, everything went smoothly. Office in the morning, home in the […]

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  5. Strange lights can sometimes be spotted in the German countryside at night.

    Some of them are friendly, and some of them are... not.

    #Germany #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Th

  6. The ghosts of the old Noricans fled into the depths of the mountains when they longer wanted to witness the shame of their descendants losing to the forces of Napoleon.

    #Austria #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Th

  7. It is easy to be virtuous if you are rich.

    But for others, poverty can even deny a peaceful stay in the afterlife.

    #Germany #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Th

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  9. Exorcists have a bad habit of dumping malevolent spirits at the nearest convenient hill, swamp, or forest - without considering that other people might want to use those places, too.

    #Germany #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/An

  10. When you see two men carrying a heavy load across a lonely mountain one evening, it's best to leave them well enough alone.

    #Germany #folktale #folklore #ghost #ghoststory
    wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Th

  11. DeadHead

    The seat beside him was supposed to be empty.

    The man in the pilot’s uniform took the empty seat beside me just as they closed the cabin door, and for one impossible second I thought he was the person I had killed.

    Not because of his face.

    His face was wrong. Too narrow. Too pale. Clean-shaven where Gordon had worn a short beard to hide the scar under his chin. The man beside me had no scar, no beard, no blood on his shirt, no look of surprise frozen forever in the dark pupils of his eyes.

    But he had Gordon’s stillness.

    That was what made my hands tighten on the armrests. The same awful quiet. The same way of occupying space as if the world had already happened and he was merely waiting for the rest of us to catch up.

    He placed a black leather flight bag under the seat in front of him, buckled his belt, and turned to me with a small, tired smile.

    “Sorry,” he said. “Almost missed it.”

    I nodded because nodding was easier than speaking. My mouth had gone dry the moment he sat down.

    Outside the oval window, rain slipped in bright threads down the glass. Blue runway lights blurred and trembled in the dark. Somewhere beneath my feet, engines groaned awake, deep and animal, and the plane gave a little shudder.

    The man looked past me toward the window.

    “Bad night to fly,” he said.

    I forced myself to breathe.

    “Are you flying the plane?”

    He smiled again, but this time it seemed to arrive a second too late.

    “Not this one.”

    His uniform was dark navy, almost black in the cabin light. Four silver stripes on the sleeves. Wings pinned above the breast pocket. He looked like every pilot I had ever seen coming through terminals with coffee in one hand and the secret knowledge of weather in the other.

    And still, for half a second, some ugly little part of me wondered how he had gotten there.

    Not into the seat.

    Into the uniform.

    The thought came and went so quickly I almost missed it. But he didn’t. I knew he didn’t. His eyes shifted toward me, calm and dark and unreadable, and I felt suddenly exposed, as if the cabin lights had brightened just over my row.

    I looked away first.

    There was something wrong with him.

    Maybe it was the rain.

    Maybe it was the fact that no one had checked his ticket.

    Maybe it was because the seat beside me had been empty all through boarding. I had watched it, prayed over it, guarded it like a miracle. No one beside me meant no questions. No accidental touches. No one noticing the mud on my cuffs or the bandage wrapped too tightly around my left hand.

    No one leaning close enough to smell the smoke in my coat.

    “I’m deadheading,” he said.

    Read the rest of the story on Medium

    #AirplaneHorror #atmosphericArt #DarkArt #darkFiction #deadhead #Deadheading #DeathAndJudgment #eerieIllustration #FictionWriting #ghostStory #GothicFiction #gothicIllustration #HauntedFlight #HorrorFiction #juneteenth #kmls #moralReckoning #murder #mystery #PeaceGrooves #psychologicalHorror #Racism #shortStory #StormyNight #SupernaturalThriller #suspense #ThePassenger #ThePilot
  12. This evening's viewing distraction: a revisit to 1981's Ghost Story, based on Straub's novel, boasting a cast of elder Hollywood royalty: Fred Astaire, Melvyn Douglas, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., & John Houseman, & an early #film for Alice Krige.

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    #Horror #Horreur #GhostStory #1980sFilm #HorrorFilm #PeterStraub #AliceKrige #FredAstaire #JohnHouseman #DouglasFairbanksJr #MelvynDouglas

  13. 👻 Famous atheist philosopher claims to have seen *something* when he was *dead*—because who doesn't love a good ghost story from a guy who devoted his life to saying there's nothing to see? 🚫🧙‍♂️ Apparently, a brush with #pneumonia and the #afterlife turns even the staunchest #skeptics into spiritual storytellers. 🧐📜
    philosopher.eu/others-writings #famousathetist #ghoststory #philosophy #HackerNews #ngated