My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales… The sound of clicking dice echoed around the woods and open wild grass field. Absent were birdsongs and cricket chirps. No squirrels, no rabbits, no fox, nor raccoon chittering warnings to the unseen intruders. Two unsubstantial men, dressed in an odd formal suit and dirty work clothes respectively, kneeling inside a broken … Continue reading Odd man out
Goodwood Duxford tales... The mound of bricks was a haphazard scatter of broken masonry columns mixed with single terra-cotta bars, still a vibrant burnt orange. Tuffs of green poked up through cracks along the outer perimeter, but the weeds and field grass were remarkably tame considering the decades of opportunity to overwhelm the pile. The … Continue reading The walls came tumbling down
Goodwood Duxford tales... The group of ghosts and living stood at the trail head of a path that wended through old growth oaks draped in curtains of Spanish moss. That it was mid-day, and the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky, did not take away from the eerie atmosphere of the woods. A representative … Continue reading A load of bricks
Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a … Continue reading No man’s land
Goodwood Duxford tales... A motley crew of the living and dead milled around a stone bench at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. Goodwood Duxford, the leader of the group and caretaker of the graveyard, told the gathering about the mysterious wandering ghost and the forgotten section of Gramberly. “I first encountered the spirit two weeks ago,” … Continue reading Bridge between
Goodwood Duxford tales… The inside of the caretaker’s home belied the rustic outside. Covered in ivy, the house was nearly lost in the foliage. it’s front door only visible through a neatly trimmed opening. Goodwood Duxford, the hereditary caretaker and ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, was as meticulous in his housekeeping duties as he was … Continue reading Uncharted territory
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