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  1. 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

  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. 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

  4. 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

  5. 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

  6. Creative Writing: Of Golden Light and Dappled Grays

    I went for a walk today under golden light and dappled grays. Everyone said it would be a beautiful day, and I could feel that. The sky was cloudless, and the grove of trees around the neighborhood diffused the sunlight. It is the one thing I loved the most about the neighborhood I lived in. Always calm and muted. Even with the tranquility, we had lots of visitors. Visitors who always seemed sad, like they were missing someone. The neighborhood was odd. These visitors would show up at the […]

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  7. Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night

    “If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]

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  8. Creative Writing: The Darkened…

    The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]

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  9. Will loved spending his evenings down by the #docks with her, the views were lovely, watching the planes land was cool, they could talk for hours about anything and nothing. So hard to find that nowadays.

    She was a #ghost - died 20 years ago. But he didn't care.

    #TellingStories #photography #London #silhouette #StreetPhotography #GhostStory #ThamesPath #RoyalDocks #Thames

  10. My annual spring trip to Riverside Greenhouse outside McVeytown (Home of the McVeytown Ghost Light) has become akin to Christmas morning for this gardening Old Timer. #greenhouse #gardening #gardener #plants #spring #mcveytown #ghostlight #ghoststories #ghoststory #planting