My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales... A night like this didn’t happen often, but Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, could not return two of his wandering spirits back to their final resting place. Despite his annoyance, Goody had to chuckle when he thought of the Judson Brothers, and their “final rest.” Gramberly’s most … Continue reading Fowl deeds
Goodwood Duxford tales... Goodwood Duxford lived alone in the caretaker’s cabin that was tucked into the eastern corner of Gramberly Cemetery, the oldest graveyard in Pepperidge township. A blanket of ivy covered the face of the house, making it look like it was made entirely of green leaves. During the day, Goody crisscrossed the … Continue reading Gramberly ghosts
A youth spent enduring overnight snipe hunts at Fireside Scout Wilderness Camp prepared Tansy for competitive cross-country orienteering. When the opportunity presented to join the Braverman team traversing Moody Woods for regional finals, Tansy jumped at it. A broken ankle sidelined veteran team member Monica Brunelle, forcing her to drop out three weeks before the competition. … Continue reading Moody Woods
“I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in.” ~ Edgar Allen Poe, The Cask of Amontillado Where first the screams were like music to his ears, now they threaten to drive him mad. Eógan knew he should have stayed away, … Continue reading Walled in
The instruction email came only a few minutes after scheduling our home-visit appointment. We were told to not change any light bulbs in any of the suspected lamps - even if they burnt out prior to the actually reading - to not move or dust the shades, and to not unplug or turn off any lamps … Continue reading The lights are on, but no one’s home
A pair of French doors opened onto a broad veranda that extended the full length of the house, offering an unimpeded view of the overgrown backyard. Narrow paths, worn down through knee-deep grass, wended around the outer edge of the yard along the fence row, with an occasional side path meandering deeper into the meadow. … Continue reading Master’s voice
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