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Author Ransom Riggs was completely inspired by the following creepy Victorian photos for his film.
“One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh (with only a few exceptions, all "shells" belong to someone else)
A batch of interesting photos from almost 200 years ago.
NATALYA WILSON takes a trip back in time through the pages of a new book about Whitby’s yards
Women buy men? Rude and bawdy street names? What? We can only be in good old London!
Delve in the past and uncover the treasures hidden under the surface.
The blog of Artist and Illustrator Debra Styer. Showcasing her love of Victorian era, dark tales, watercolor paintings, writers portraits and history.
It’s finally October, and Sherlock Day… I mean, “Halloween” is swiftly approaching. So, here’s a load of silly old ‘ghost’ photos to kick off my favorite…
Many of our classic monsters were born in the dark and foggy streets of Victorian London. Literary or legendary, so many monsters seem to have been conjured up or at least written prominently about in that wonderful time. It’s no wonder that steampunk is also a product of that fertile era, the birthing ground of […]
Well, here's a Louisville ghost story that starts off with a bang. From the "Eau Claire Daily Leader," March 25, 1885: Annie Coleman rushed excitedly into Lucien Alexander's drug store this morning, and threw a small package on the counter. She requested that it be examined, and asked the clerk to tell her what it was. The clerk, on opening the bundle, found a large black thumb. The relic had been picked up on Congress street, between Eighth and Ninth. After leaving the drug store, Coleman went into Dr. Payton's office and asked his opinion of the fragment of mortality. From there she went to several neighboring places, in all of which she displayed her trophy and solicited opinions. In an old house on Congress street, between Eighth and Ninth, Annie Coleman and her husband live. Within the last year the woman claims that eight deaths have taken place in their present abode. The numerous persons deceased conspiring together in the spirit land have determined to render miserable the lives of those now residing in the former home of the departed. With this idea in her head, Annie very positively asserts that the ghostly visitors have haunted her house steadily for the past four weeks and unlike the ordinary every-day ghost, they kick up as much of a row in daylight as in darkness. As substantial evidence of the truth of what she says Annie produces a number of fingers, toes and ears which she has at various times picked up in a little side alley next to her house. The uneasy spirits who so disturb her began their unseemly conduct just two weeks ago yesterday. On the morning of that day she found in the side alley a tiny package neatly and securely sewed in silk. Opening it, she discovered two fingers, evidently those of a white person. She told several of her neighbors, who solemnly advised her to bury them. This was done with all the usual ceremonies incident to such an occasion. A few days later mysterious sounds emanated from the closed doors of closets, and Mariah Brent, another inmate, was startled to find a white form bending over her while at work ironing. Mariah could give no description of the specter, beyond that it was big and white, and she seemed paralyzed by its presence. After this, almost daily, packages were picked up, every one of which contained some portion of a human body, a few fingers, toes, or ears and an occasional nose. These were all buried with great reverence by the spook-ridden family of Coleman, who hoped eventually in this way to bury the whole of the specters by piecemeal. I wasn't able to find any more about this story, so I have no idea what happened next. I'm really rather grateful for that.
An overflow crowd for The Ticonderoga Historical Society’s program “Victorian Spirit Photography” has resulted in an additional program being scheduled for Friday, October 5 at 7 pm.
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Author Ransom Riggs was completely inspired by the following creepy Victorian photos for his film.
My friend Temple recently purchased this black velvet dress from my shop, and this song-poem accompanied her order (sung to the tune of "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Gurfunkel): hello darkness my old friend, i've come to shop for you again...with a velvet softly feeling and a dress that is a-peeling.... and the orange garments, that i did not pick over you, they sing boohoo, and you'll live in my closet! with garments deathrock in the back, they hang silent on the rack. i love them with their goth mystery from a time from my own history when...
This image puzzled me for days when I first saw it on Pinterest. Why would a Victorian photographer take a picture of this group facing the wrong way? Was it an accident? A modern photoshopped joke…
