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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. 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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  7. 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

  8. Seven Sisters "A haunted mansion. A forgotten family secret. A dreamwalker with the gift to see what the living can’t" Sale: $2.99 to FREE by M. L. Bullock Rating: 4.0/5 (7,192 Reviews) #books #booksky #kindle #southerngothic #ghoststory #paranormal #mystery #fiction #hauntedhouse

    Seven Sisters

  9. 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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  10. 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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  11. 🎉 #CNN claims to have unearthed the DNC's 2024 "autopsy," but it reads more like a self-congratulatory ghost story that even Casper would boo at. Meanwhile, viewers are left pondering the real mystery: is the buffering wheel part of the plot twist? 😂🔄
    cnn.com/2026/05/21/politics/re #DNC2024 #Autopsy #GhostStory #BufferingMystery #PoliticalHumor #HackerNews #ngated

  12. My childhood brushes with ghost lore

    Despite writing about supernatural folklore, I rarely think about my childhood brushes with ghostly stories. I thought I might rectify that here—by reflecting on two examples of ghost lore I was exposed to in my youth.

    Before I begin, I should point out that children’s folklore is just as vital and dynamic a phenomenon as its adult equivalent. Children’s Folklore: A Source Book (1999) is one example of a text that documents the folkloric creativity of children (as opposed to their passive receptivity). The book shows that wherever children come together, they form what folklorists call “folk groups.” The only criteria for the existence of such a group is that “two or more people. . . share something in common—language, occupation, religion, residence”; that they “share ‘traditions'”; and that they have the opportunity to meet face to face.

    The Grey Lady

    I’ll start with my childhood experience of belonging to a large “folk group” at my prep school, Tockington Manor, in South Gloucestershire. Every child in the school belonged to this folk group, because everyone, at some point, learned about the Grey Lady who haunted the manor’s halls. The boarders at the school were terrified of this lady: they said she wandered the manor at night—the spirit of a nurse who’d fallen from a skylight when the building served as a hospital during the First World War. I don’t remember much about this nighttime revenant, but she’s clearly a variant of a folkloric figure found at boarding schools everywhere: the Grey, White, Black, or Brown Lady.

    In my school, older students, already initiated into the ghostly mystery, passed on stories about the drab-colored lady to the younger children, who did the same for the incoming class. I can only assume that telling stories about the Grey Lady allowed us to share anxieties in a fixed, personified form, which helped us adapt to unfamiliar surroundings. It also mythologized the building’s space, especially for boarders—those who couldn’t leave. Separated from their family homes, they created bonds and associations through the emotions that ghost stories evoke.

    The story of the Grey Lady may have been one of the most memorable aspects of our folk group. But one story doesn’t create a culture. We also played games like marbles and conkers and had a shared language (words like cave—Latin for “beware”—were used to signal that a teacher was coming). Sometimes we sneaked out of school to gather in an old stone quarry, a place now dense with ivy-covered trees. The aura of this place—which we called simply “Quarry”—will forever remind me of the childhood capacity to create mythological worlds in spaces dominated by adults.

    The Yellow Lady

    The second example of supernatural storytelling from my childhood occurred during a trip to a Catholic boys’ camp in the summer of 1991. There too the sharing of ghostly legends created belonging among the boys. Despite sharing a tent with my brother, a cousin, and members of my cousin’s family, I felt unsettled in my new surroundings, and I remember how powerfully the nighttime telling of ghost stories allowed us to bond through fear. 

    The only story I remember clearly (because it terrified me) was inspired by a local landmark. Visible from the camp was a house that glowed an eerie yellow at night. The sight of this building alone would be enough to inspire a haunted house tale. But in our case, the color became detached from the building, and we gave it to a supernatural figure who roamed the grounds at night. Apparently, a mysterious revenant called the Yellow Lady haunted that house, and she visited the meadow where we slept. Pricking up her disturbingly large ears to listen for wakeful boys, the Yellow Lady prowled the rows of tents, determined to steal a child. 

    Although I remember thinking at the time that the Yellow Lady must have been a ghost, she differs in one important way from the Grey Lady mentioned earlier. While the latter was merely a scary presence that never interacted with students, the Yellow Lady was relational, embodying the discipline of the adult world (“no talking after lights out”). Her eerie color and super-sensory abilities—a result of her inhumanly large ears—suggest that she was a kind of supernatural bogeywoman, perhaps even close to a fairy.

    The extreme effectiveness of this Yellow Lady legend meant that all of us had trouble sleeping that night. The next day we rushed to mass, hoping to find protection in proximity to a sacred ritual. The impulse was in keeping with much ghost lore, where holy symbols ward off supernatural threats.

    Interestingly, while researching “Yellow Lady” stories (to see how commonplace they are), I came across a blog post in which the writer talks about a Yellow Lady story he learned at a camp run by monks. He then turns the tale into a literary short story—an embellishment, perhaps, of a fragmentary tale like mine. It seems to me that the writer’s camp may even have been the one I attended. Either that or the Yellow Lady haunts a number of such camps.

    Haunted houses and witch houses

    Besides my encounters with the Grey and Yellow Ladies, the only other ghost lore I can remember from my childhood are stories about haunted houses. These were always abandoned homes in the neighborhood, their shattered windows revealing darkness inside, the absence of family life. Repeating things we’d heard or inventing stories on the spot, we called these houses “haunted” or the former resort of “witches”—words that described the rupture in our sense of what a home should look like. One of these houses sat at the corner of Charborough Road and Dunkeld Avenue in Filton, Bristol (I can still picture its dilapidated state). Another was on a road branching off from Charborough Road: they said that if you looked into its broken, upstairs window, you might see a witch looking back. (The latter is a vague memory that may even have been my own thought.)

    Considering all this lore, it seems to me that ghosts fill the gaps where social meaning decays, whether through separation from home, abandonment of a home, or maladjustment in a place that’s not yet fully home. When I consider these crucial functions, I understand why empirical approaches to ghostly “phenomena” bore me: they arguably fail to understand ghosts at all.

    Read about more ghost lore here.

    #books #england #EnglishFolklore #fiction #Filton #folklore #ghost #ghostLore #ghostStories #ghostStory #Gloucestershire #GreyLady #hauntedHouse #history #horror #TockingtonManor #witches #writing #YellowLady
  13. First ebook from my podcast, out this week!

    Leave scrolling behind with a walk in the spooky/funny/slightly delirious storybook world of "30% Wild"

    All the Season 1 episode intro stories, plus a bonus one, full of wise coyotes, underwater panthers, disappearing farmhouses, lost sharks, and wolves making poor hiring decisions.

    Not on Amazon, just right here: ko-fi.com/s/fc9563f5fd

    #rewilding #wildlife #campfirestories #ghoststory #ebook #indie #podcast #nature

  14. When Maeve Rua refused to marry the man she had been betrothed to because she loved another, her father became enraged and locked her in one of the turrets at Ireland’s Dunluce Castle. While attempting to escape this fate, Maeve was killed. A mournful wail still echos from her turret prison on stormy nights.

    #Folklore #FolkloreThursday #Ghost #GhostStory #Paranormal #Ireland #Castle #DunluceCastle #ofdarkandmacabre

    📷: K. Mitch Hodge

  15. When Maeve Rua refused to marry the man she had been betrothed to because she loved another, her father became enraged and locked her in one of the turrets at Ireland’s Dunluce Castle. While attempting to escape this fate, Maeve was killed. A mournful wail still echos from her turret prison on stormy nights.

    #Folklore #FolkloreThursday #Ghost #GhostStory #Paranormal #Ireland #Castle #DunluceCastle #ofdarkandmacabre

    📷: K. Mitch Hodge

  16. When Maeve Rua refused to marry the man she had been betrothed to because she loved another, her father became enraged and locked her in one of the turrets at Ireland’s Dunluce Castle. While attempting to escape this fate, Maeve was killed. A mournful wail still echos from her turret prison on stormy nights.

    #Folklore #FolkloreThursday #Ghost #GhostStory #Paranormal #Ireland #Castle #DunluceCastle #ofdarkandmacabre

    📷: K. Mitch Hodge