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"Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a life?
Why live a life?" Emilie autumn-the art of suicide
I hate this! I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH! FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERY PART OF YOU! FROM YOUR CRITICISM TO THE WAY YOU CARRY YOURSELF! YOUR A PIECE OF SHIT WITH NO BOUNDARIES OR RESPECT FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF! FUCK THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU! ROT IN PIECES AND BURN IN HEL YOU SLACK JAWED DULLARDS!
I always strive to be the best husband and father i can be. Im always the first one up to help my little ones or my wife. Lately I've been feeling down and lost, and i don't know why quite frankly i hate it. I dont like feeling this way. I keep feeling this rift between myself and my family, all i want to do is cry in a corner until the pain in my heart stops. I keep feeling like i want to be reclusive and left alone. This sucks no one talks to me about how i feel either i always do do do. Maybe this is passing and its all just in my head. Idk i just needed to get that out and off my chest. Writing has always helped me get my feelings out and off my chest so this will be my threads of writing and how i feel. Should it reach and help people the awesome, should it promote people to talk me through my issues then cool. I welcome everyone.
In the ancient lands of Europe, treasures from the past can still be found hidden throughout the landscape, and that is exactly what happened on a warm summe...
Ancient Sword Found in a Swedish Lake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjYLZ54i62A
11- The Bell Witch
11- The Bell Witch (American Folklore).
The Bell Witch Haunting is a traditional American folklore legend from Tennessee. As the story goes, a mysterious spirit tormented and haunted the Bell Family and surrounding area between 1817 and 1821. The story has become one of the most infamous hauntings in America, and has been retold in various books and movies, most recently a 2013 film. While many of the specifics of the story have been debated, and the conclusion as to what exactly was taking place has been adamantly contested, the Bell Witch has become an integral part of American folklore.
The legend revolves around John Bell Sr., his daughter Betsy, and her betrothed Joshua Gardner. The haunting began with a series of unexplainable apparitions of various dogs, birds, and other classic witch familiars that supposedly stalked and pursued members of the Bell family and their estate. This escalated into Betsy being singled out by the spirit, who would hit, pinch, and harass her in multiple ways, such as pulling her hair. The spirit increased in ability, and was able to communicate through disembodied speaking, telekinetic altering of the physical environment, shapeshifting, clairvoyance, and bilocation (being in multiple places at once, traveling great distances in short amounts of time). The Bell Witch as an entity has much in common with poltergeists, jinn, hobgoblins, and various other creatures and cryptids from world mythology and folklore.
The most comprehensive analysis of the haunting came in 1894 when Martin Ingram published the “Authenticated History of the Bell Witch”. While some critics have labeled this a fraud, others have viewed it as a thorough analysis of American folklore. In the book, Martin claimed that the haunting was perpetrated by a spirit named Kate, or “Old Kate Batts’ witch”. The haunting culminated with the Bell Witch poisoning John Bell Sr. After his death, the spirit continued to harass the mourners by loudly singing drinking songs throughout his funeral and procession.
The witch was seemingly distressed at the union between Betsy and Joshua. After the death of her father, Betsy called off the engagement, at which point the spirit informed the family that it was leaving. She returned again after 7 years, in 1828, however the family chose not to engage with it and she again disappeared. Descendants of the Bell Family, as well as new owners of the original Bell Farm, have continued to experience harassment from the supposed entity. One prophecy from the spirit said that she would return 107 years later in 1935. In 1934, neurologist and grandson of John Bell Jr, Charles Bailey Bell, retold his family’s legacy through his book “The Bell Witch: A Mysterious Spirit” in which he discussed the periodical recurrence of strange events and unexplainable phenomenon.
The Bell Witch haunting went from regional hysteria to a national attraction. Visitors from around the country went to investigate the occurrence, including Andrew Jackson, whose men were supposedly terrified by the witch. Some have deduced that the spirit was the ghost of someone John Bell Sr. had murdered in North Carolina, while others connected the spirit to a Native American burial ground upon which the Bell Farm was built (various expeditions have been undertaken to find this, and it has never been proven). The legend continues to draw tourists to the area, and has influenced generations of folklore and paranormal portrayals, including the film franchises of Poltergeist, Paranormal Activity, and the Blair Witch Project. While there is no certainty as to exactly who, or what, the Bell Witch was, her harassment of the Bell Family has gone down as one of history’s most unexplained paranormal occurrences. While not a witch in the standard sense, the Bell Witch fits the archetype of spectral harassers that tormented victims and struck fear into the minds of hysterical townsfolk.
Sparky, and myself are coming for you meat bags! See you Thursday I'll make sure the voltage and amps are cranked to the max, too ensure your destruction! https://www.instagram.com/p/BpALUF7jCFIyhyrqWAOedhEwsTehtwBjTQUHTg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=z9ad53dcl8i5
Cyborg love, a couple that scares together stays together. #metallove #fieldofscreams #Sovereignrises #eeeeva #fos #cyborgs (at Field of Screams) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoXdxKpjb3xP_JOUT9YmE70NBAskXBqcKcm_3Y0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10owvanfbmj0m
Your angel of death awaits you. Come and see me this weekend for a mechanical horror your wildest dreams couldn't even fathom....end of transmission. #Sovereignrises #fieldofscreams #fos #hauntlife #scaringmortals https://www.instagram.com/p/BoKnD-hjEV8VDUdGYfbZLGH13OFaenJZIclBo00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wnv315zea08j
Sovereign is waiting for you! Come visit me to get the shock of your life! #sovereignthecyborg #fieldofscreams #hauntlife #scaringpeople (at Field of Screams) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn2MP9mBDPlPXDtRCR7cgwADEKpufIsge1Wt280/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xdp87cm5yxuo
Sovereign is waiting for you. Sovereign wants you for his army! #fieldofscreams #sovereignthecyborg #mountvillepa #readytoscarepeople (at Field of Screams) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnhuospDyU4IC6sdL4vea5ridr8SVAf3b-mAPc0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kcf3qv8kol2
The Grave of XYZ
The mysterious headstone of an unidentified bank robber was seen visited, every year, by a woman in black.
They were a gang of four: bank robbers who set their sights on the Deep River Savings Bank a year before they arrived that cold December night. Once the shooting was over, the number was down to three.
The lead man, caught trying to pry open one of the bank’s tall windows, was shot and killed. With a body unclaimed by family or friend, the town buried him in Fountain Hill Cemetery where his small block of a headstone sits in a remote corner. It’s marked only with the initials “XYZ.”
It was the winter of 1899, and the bank had been tipped off a year before to a possible robbery. They were ready with a hired guard, a local man named Harry Tyler who was vigilant and good with a gun. How the bank knew so far in advance isn’t quite clear, but they put Tyler on the case, and every night he sat, waiting for something to happen.
On December 13th the four showed up, including one “deep-dyed criminal” (that’s what the paper called him) with a long black mustache. After Tyler’s one shot, the other three scattered, never to be caught. The unidentified man was buried in a donated plot near the railroad tracks.
Shortly after the burial Tyler received a letter, anonymous, but in a woman’s handwriting. She asked that the grave be marked only with the letters XYZ, and the cemetery complied: first with a simple engraved cross, and eventually with a small stone.
The mystery of XYZ grew over time, kept alive by the yearly sighting of a woman in black who arrived at Deep River Landing every December. Without a word spoken, it’s said she would walk the tracks from the tiny station to the cemetery, only a mile or so away, visit the grave, and leave a small flower. For 40 years people claimed to see her.
The legend of XYZ is well known in this small Connecticut town, and most claim that the bank robber’s name has always been a mystery. But a look back at newspaper coverage did finally identify him: a professional criminal named Frank Howard, who went by several other names over the course of his career. But the one name that stuck has only three letters.
Know Before You Go Deep River is on the Connecticut River, in the south central part of the state. Fountain Hill Cemetery is just east of downtown, and the XYZ grave is located on the eastern back edge, towards the railroad tracks. Ask any groundskeeper or local, and they can surely point you in the right direction. The headstone is of the smallest on the grounds and is about the size of a shoebox.
Citizens Bank, at 141 Main Street, is not the original Deep River Savings Bank building, but here you can see the small display case with the gun, shell casing, and some photos and accounts of the story.
[Atlas Obscura; Photo by David Nelson]
As of late my mind has been a sporadic, ripped, its splitting. My personalites are tearing at my mind to leave but i cannot. I love way too much, i am a true Pisces through and through. I try my damnest to right my life, but i always feel like life is shoveing me backwards six feet. I am at wits end and i cannot take it anymore something will give. Even if it means leaving mt state for good and never returning
Today’s Walking Photo: So the deal is that today’s walk did not produce anything of note…but hoo boy, what we’ll call my “mini-walk” most assuredly did. Twice a week I stop at a local grocery store and pick up donations which I then deliver to a food bank; today this impressive behemoth sat in the parking lot.
Look, nobody should remember the godawful ‘70s TV series that was “Getting Together,” but its wacky songwriting main characters drove around in a hearse, which was unapologetically wacky, and so that’s my lifelong association with hearses rather than death and the Grim Reaper and other dark stuff. In some ways I wonder if that makes me just a little better equipped to appreciate this person’s vehicular choice…but it probably doesn’t.
In any case I was quite drawn to the thing, and after thinking about it for a while I finally got out of my car and walked over to snap a few photos. As fate would have it, the owner emerged from the store while I was doing this, and when he reached his car I gave him an abashed, tentative little smile and said, “Heh…I bet this happens a lot.” He smiled and said it does, and I wished him a good day. As I was walking away, though, he called out, “Do you want to see inside?” Well, I think you know the answer to that. I’m sorry the interior photos aren’t a little better, but I felt really self-conscious about taking up too much of his time. I didn’t need to worry, though – the guy was super-cool and obviously very proud of his rig. He knows a lot about it mechanically and cosmetically, and he takes great pride in the work he’s done on it. For me the best part was when he said, “When our kids were younger they really had a great time in here.” Somehow that just made me appreciate him a whole lot more. I bet those kids had tons of fun.
Click the photos to see the captions I added to each one.
Oh, I almost forgot – today I learned the term “coffin pits” and I’m pretty sure there’s a band in my future by that name.
finally. sounds of old will help create new. a new study and next chapter for NoordHravan.
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