Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass.  What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.  Vincentís keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  continue

The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"  Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . . continue

The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood.  She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue

 

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The Legend of Pumpkin Carving

How Pumpkin Carving Carved Its Way Into the Americas

Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn

The Celtic roots of Halloween birthed visions of carved pumpkins beckoning All Hallows Eve. According to legend of pumpkin carving, beginning sundown on October 31st through November 1st marked a thinning of the veil separating earth from the realm of the dead.

 

As a welcoming light, chunks of coal were placed into carved pumpkins to light the way for loved ones, the light cozy and inviting.  The light supposedly also served to lock out the unwelcome evil spirits.  

During All Hallows Eve, carved-out pumpkins, turnips, gourds and melons were scattered outdoors, some placed in windows, some on porches.  Eventually, the coal was replaced with the more modern candle, but both served as the dividing light.

With the Europeans migration, the discovery of a larger pumpkin brought to life a new tradition in the Americas. Today, pumpkin carving has become an art with the pumpkin artist making use of more tools than the simple pumpkin cutter.

But one may still find lighted pumpkins anchored in houses perched on city streets and county lanes.  The legend of pumpkin carving is a tradition that will never die.

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