The Witch House
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The Witch House
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Would it truly be a creepypasta fic without a few proxy oc's?
Molly Sinclair is perfect. She's got perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect hair, a perfect body, perfect skin. The rigid balance of ballet has been reflected into every aspect of her waking life. She's strict on herself, setting plans for her life that make yearly calendars tremble. She's met John the way most girls do: through her sorority sisters giddily bringing him over late at night. He was always respectful and overly polite, but she decided she didn't like him anyways. Boys who slept around like he did meant trouble, meant chaos; she needed perfection.
The Sinclairs are miserable. Their house is a mess, their affairs out of order. Molly has been trying to escape her mother's hysteria and her father's frustrations since she discovered the outside world. College has been the perfect escape from that life. It had to be. Molly was always perfect. That is, until that hysteria followed her out of state. He lingered in the blur of trees while she stared out the car window. He watched her from polaroids and darkness. Molly swore she wouldn't be her mother. She swore she was normal, sane. She had to be. Molly Sinclair is perfect.
You'll be meeting Molly at her fraying edges. She always blamed what she saw on her mother's paranoid rants, but now she's far from home and those sights followed her. Who knows what will come for her.
Another one of my ancient pokemon cards! Based the design off the ancient alakazam in the anime. I added blue haint bottles from voodoo. The blue bottles are put on trees in the southern US and they are said to trap haints or evil spirits. Then at day break the sun destroys the haints.
My friend commissioned me for this ^^ love how it turned out!
Haints: Ghosts Rooted in Gullah Tradition ππ―οΈ
The concept likely originated with the Gullah Geechee people, descendants of enslaved Africans who lived in the coastal low country and barrier islands of the Carolinas. In their belief system, haints are dangerous entities, often associated with fear, illness, and punishment. Stories about haints were sometimes used to scare children into behaving, describing spirits that would steal away those who misbehaved.
Haints are typically understood as malevolent spirits with the power to harm the living. While they donβt differ drastically from other ghostly figures in folklore, what sets them apart is the cultural context in which they appear. These spirits reflect a blend of African religious beliefs, American experience, and the development of Hoodoo, an African American spiritual practice, that was often misrepresented or dismissed. As with many traditions passed down orally, the details and interpretations of haints can vary widely from one community or storyteller to another.
Despite their threatening nature, not all encounters with spirits are seen as harmful. Scholar Kinitra D. Brooks has written about her own experience of being protected by the ghost of her grandmother, challenging the idea that all haints are evil. This reflects a more nuanced view of the spirit world within Southern Black traditions, where the dead can also offer guidance, protection, or warning.
One of the most well-known folk practices associated with haints is the use of βHaint Blueβ paint. This pale blue-green color, often seen on porch ceilings, doors, and window frames throughout the South, was believed to repel spirits. According to the tradition, haints fear water and would mistake the blue paint for a river or the sky, thus avoiding the home. This custom is especially associated with the Gullah people and has become a lasting visual marker of Southern folk belief.
SOURCE: keithdotson.com, easttennessean.com
South of Midnight - Haints Concept Art by Joao Bragato
Just read a hillbilly vampire book where the vamp repellent wasnβt garlic or a natural herb, but meth.