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Come Celebrate Spooky Season With Me
#21
(09-14-2022, 06:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: All of your adventures sound so exciting! I’ve been trying to talk my hubby into going with me to a cemetery close to here that is in the middle of nowhere. No luck yet but he’ll give in eventually.

I hope you share pics of your voodoo doll when you’re finished and of Cleetus and the gang too. I’ve just started decorating. One of the first things I grabbed is my skeleton buzzard. He’s perched on the top of my entertainment center. The more stuff I put out the more excited I get.

I will! The one I'm working on now is my "pattern" doll and is just made from an old curtain sheer that was bound for the trash but I will post a pic when she is done. I have some fabric that is a burlap/linen blend with metallic threads through it that I forgot I had and ran across last week and thought "That would make a lovely voodoo doll- I should make a big, cuddly one!" so that is what I will make my final doll from. I've been sewing and ripping apart, re-cutting, redrawing patterns, etc with the old curtain.

In the meantime here is a pic of Cleetus in his end of summer attire. Note that Cleetus is comfortable enough in his manhood to rock the pink and clamshell bra! We are still determining his spooky season costume for this year: 
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#22
(09-14-2022, 06:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: All of your adventures sound so exciting! I’ve been trying to talk my hubby into going with me to a cemetery close to here that is in the middle of nowhere. No luck yet but he’ll give in eventually.

Be careful of those cemetery trips. I'm gonna tell you a tale, a true one, that happened several years ago.

It was one year in the late '70s or early '80s, and I had been to visit a young lady who lived a couple miles from me. In those days, I walked just about everywhere I went around here, because I often went off road where nothing but a mule or goat could travel, and walking was easier than leaving a car beside the road and ending up walking anyhow when I went off-road.

It was actually Halloween night, Samhain, and there was a full or near full moon. I never carried a flashlight, because I had good night vision, and that night, with the moonlight bright and flooding nearly every nook and cranny, was almost as bright as day to me anyhow, so I didn't need one.

A little over half way home, there was a long hill called "Big Jim Hill", named after Big Jim Hess, I believe, and at the top of the hill stood an old barn with an old cemetery next to it. If you plug 36°57'18.89" N  82°00'49.49" W into Google earth or Google Maps and zoom in, you can see the barn and what appears to be a garden spot nearby, and the cemetery was a fenced-in area between the two.

So one thing led to another, and time slipped by faster than I thought it was slipping, and I got a little bit of a late start heading home from the visit. I left there at about 10:30 PM, and topped Big Jim Hill, on foot, at about 11:00 PM on that Halloween night. At the top of the hill, across from the cemetery, there is a low rock ledge, about seat height, and so I took a seat on it to rest and relax after climbing the hill. I was young and dumb, full of piss and vinegar, and was certain that I owned the night anyhow, so not much scared me. I wasn't worried about man or beast sneaking up and getting me, so I sat down for a relax, secure as could be.

I had sat there maybe 4 or 5 minutes when a breeze picked up, and running through branches and leaves, it made sort of a moaning sound that I was used to hearing, having spent most of my days and a good share of my nights outdoors in the fields and forests. So I thought nothing of it. Directly, I caught a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye in the moonlight, towards the little cemetery, and that drew my attention - being unafraid of the night is not the same thing as being oblivious to what is going on around you.

So I directed my attention to the movement, and lo and behold, across the dirt road in the cemetery, I saw in the moonlight what looked like columns of mist rising out of 5 or 6 of the graves in there. "What a curious thing" I thought to myself, and started to get up and cross the road to investigate, but about half way across the road, I realized that the breeze was strong enough that it ought to be dissipating those mists, yet there they were, rising like columns, undisturbed in the least by that breeze.

That struck me as just a little TOO curious, so I mended my direction of travel to the right, towards home, and picked up my pace a bit. A fairly BIG bit.

I have no idea what it was rising from those graves. A skeptic might say "decomposition gasses", but most of those folks had been dead and buried for between 50 and 100 years already, and to my mind should have already been as outgassed as they would ever be long ago. And there was the breeze to consider, the thing that first drew my curiosity. If it was natural decomposition gasses, or even a mere fog rising, why didn't that breeze blow it all willy-nilly? How did the rising columns stay discrete in the face of it?

So I hauled ass for home.
 
A further 300 yards or so down the road, the road passed under a rock cliff with a little hole or cave going back into it on my right as I passed. Just as I got under the cliff on my way, there was a bloodcurdling yowl from the top of the cliff. When I looked up, there sat a bobcat on the edge of the cliff in the moonlight, yowling at me. He looked like he was half again as big as any I'd seen before, but you know how your eyes can play tricks on you when the adrenaline is running high, so maybe not.

In any event, I mended my pace a bit more for speed, and made it back home in record time.

And that is my tale of that long ago Halloween night.


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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.

Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’


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#23
@Ninurta that growl sent a shiver down my spine. There seems to be some scary stuff in those woods. tinysurprised That right there is one of the main reasons I don’t have cameras here. I know it’s haunted here, I’ve heard people talking down by the creek and when I looked I didn’t see anything. I don’t want to be looking through my footage and see something jump out or hear anything growling at me!
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#24
(09-14-2022, 07:43 PM)GeauxHomeLittleD Wrote:
(09-14-2022, 06:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: All of your adventures sound so exciting! I’ve been trying to talk my hubby into going with me to a cemetery close to here that is in the middle of nowhere. No luck yet but he’ll give in eventually.

I hope you share pics of your voodoo doll when you’re finished and of Cleetus and the gang too. I’ve just started decorating. One of the first things I grabbed is my skeleton buzzard. He’s perched on the top of my entertainment center. The more stuff I put out the more excited I get.

I will! The one I'm working on now is my "pattern" doll and is just made from an old curtain sheer that was bound for the trash but I will post a pic when she is done. I have some fabric that is a burlap/linen blend with metallic threads through it that I forgot I had and ran across last week and thought "That would make a lovely voodoo doll- I should make a big, cuddly one!" so that is what I will make my final doll from. I've been sewing and ripping apart, re-cutting, redrawing patterns, etc with the old curtain.

In the meantime here is a pic of Cleetus in his end of summer attire. Note that Cleetus is comfortable enough in his manhood to rock the pink and clamshell bra! We are still determining his spooky season costume for this year: 
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Cleetus looks just as awesome as I imagined! I can’t wait to see what you come up with for his next costume.
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#25
(09-14-2022, 08:10 PM)Ninurta Wrote:
(09-14-2022, 06:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: All of your adventures sound so exciting! I’ve been trying to talk my hubby into going with me to a cemetery close to here that is in the middle of nowhere. No luck yet but he’ll give in eventually.

Be careful of those cemetery trips. I'm gonna tell you a tale, a true one, that happened several years ago.

It was one year in the late '70s or early '80s, and I had been to visit a young lady who lived a couple miles from me. In those days, I walked just about everywhere I went around here, because I often went off road where nothing but a mule or goat could travel, and walking was easier than leaving a car beside the road and ending up walking anyhow when I went off-road.

It was actually Halloween night, Samhain, and there was a full or near full moon. I never carried a flashlight, because I had good night vision, and that night, with the moonlight bright and flooding nearly every nook and cranny, was almost as bright as day to me anyhow, so I didn't need one.

A little over half way home, there was a long hill called "Big Jim Hill", named after Big Jim Hess, I believe, and at the top of the hill stood an old barn with an old cemetery next to it. If you plug 36°57'18.89" N  82°00'49.49" W into Google earth or Google Maps and zoom in, you can see the barn and what appears to be a garden spot nearby, and the cemetery was a fenced-in area between the two.

So one thing led to another, and time slipped by faster than I thought it was slipping, and I got a little bit of a late start heading home from the visit. I left there at about 10:30 PM, and topped Big Jim Hill, on foot, at about 11:00 PM on that Halloween night. At the top of the hill, across from the cemetery, there is a low rock ledge, about seat height, and so I took a seat on it to rest and relax after climbing the hill. I was young and dumb, full of piss and vinegar, and was certain that I owned the night anyhow, so not much scared me. I wasn't worried about man or beast sneaking up and getting me, so I sat down for a relax, secure as could be.

I had sat there maybe 4 or 5 minutes when a breeze picked up, and running through branches and leaves, it made sort of a moaning sound that I was used to hearing, having spent most of my days and a good share of my nights outdoors in the fields and forests. So I thought nothing of it. Directly, I caught a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye in the moonlight, towards the little cemetery, and that drew my attention - being unafraid of the night is not the same thing as being oblivious to what is going on around you.

So I directed my attention to the movement, and lo and behold, across the dirt road in the cemetery, I saw in the moonlight what looked like columns of mist rising out of 5 or 6 of the graves in there. "What a curious thing" I thought to myself, and started to get up and cross the road to investigate, but about half way across the road, I realized that the breeze was strong enough that it ought to be dissipating those mists, yet there they were, rising like columns, undisturbed in the least by that breeze.

That struck me as just a little TOO curious, so I mended my direction of travel to the right, towards home, and picked up my pace a bit. A fairly BIG bit.

I have no idea what it was rising from those graves. A skeptic might say "decomposition gasses", but most of those folks had been dead and buried for between 50 and 100 years already, and to my mind should have already been as outgassed as they would ever be long ago. And there was the breeze to consider, the thing that first drew my curiosity. If it was natural decomposition gasses, or even a mere fog rising, why didn't that breeze blow it all willy-nilly? How did the rising columns stay discrete in the face of it?

So I hauled ass for home.
 
A further 300 yards or so down the road, the road passed under a rock cliff with a little hole or cave going back into it on my right as I passed. Just as I got under the cliff on my way, there was a bloodcurdling yowl from the top of the cliff. When I looked up, there sat a bobcat on the edge of the cliff in the moonlight, yowling at me. He looked like he was half again as big as any I'd seen before, but you know how your eyes can play tricks on you when the adrenaline is running high, so maybe not.

In any event, I mended my pace a bit more for speed, and made it back home in record time.

And that is my tale of that long ago Halloween night.


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That reminds me of the tales of The Wild Hunt. You were smart to change direction and get yourself home.
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#26
Here is the "remastered" orb video. It was captured on another of my security cameras on November 14, 2021, just after midnight (14 Nov 2021, 00:55:15 AM). Since the original posted in my thread had two "glitches" where the equipment recorded a few frames out of sequence, I broke it down into the individual frames, re-ordered them, deleted a few empty frames, and recompiled it into video again. I left the sound out, because it didn't add anything but file size to the subject of the video.

An interesting thing I noticed is that in the first 3 frames, there is NOTHING there, and then suddenly in frame 4, POOF! it just appears.






Here is a frame from the same camera, same view, same  day, in daylight. You can see that when it goes above the buildings, and between the one on the left and the one in the middle (the "building" on the right is an addition built on to my house), there is nothing there, no surface for it to reflect from but trees and branches and sky, and it doesn't illuminate them individually nor does it change shape to "wrap" them, so not a spot from a light beam.

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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.

Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’


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#27
@Ninurta I remember that thread, it was a good one.

At first I thought it could be a bug but bugs are more zigzaggy than that and you can usually make out their wings. That thing seems to float on its own. Then I noticed the date. I don’t know about there but here we don’t usually have bugs flying around in November.

Very interesting. Thank you for sharing it here.
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#28
@VioletDove 

I finished the "tester" voodoo doll. Will start the real one this weekend most likely.

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"As an American it's your responsibility to have your own strategic duck stockpile. You can't expect the government to do it for you." - the dork I call one of my mom's other kids
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#29
If there is a God, help me........
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#30
(09-15-2022, 06:16 AM)GeauxHomeLittleD Wrote: @VioletDove 

I finished the "tester" voodoo doll. Will start the real one this weekend most likely.

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So cute! That almost makes me want to learn to sew so I can be crafty too.
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#31
(09-15-2022, 07:38 AM)kdog Wrote: If there is a God, help me........

tinylaughing It could be worse. She could try to pick up a new hobby such as playing the guitar and only play the first part of a song over and over very badly...my poor hubby is a saint lol. 

I have begun to worry though after I learned about a piano playing ghost in Seguin Lighthouse in Maine. A lighthouse keeper there bought his wife a piano that only came with sheet music for one song. She played it over and over again apparently driving the lighthouse keeper insane leading him to smash the piano to pieces and murder her.
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#32
(09-15-2022, 08:02 AM)VioletDove Wrote: So cute! That almost makes me want to learn to sew so I can be crafty too.

I don't have a sewing machine so grab a pair of scissors and a needle and thread and go for it girl! All you need is an idea and some spare time.  minusculebeercheers
"As an American it's your responsibility to have your own strategic duck stockpile. You can't expect the government to do it for you." - the dork I call one of my mom's other kids
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#33
(09-15-2022, 05:09 PM)GeauxHomeLittleD Wrote:
(09-15-2022, 08:02 AM)VioletDove Wrote: So cute! That almost makes me want to learn to sew so I can be crafty too.

I don't have a sewing machine so grab a pair of scissors and a needle and thread and go for it girl! All you need is an idea and some spare time.  minusculebeercheers

I’m gonna try it and see what kind of mess I can make  tinylaughing
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#34
@beez was here

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#35
(09-18-2022, 05:35 PM)Snarl Wrote:
@beez was here

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I’m sad...I know that must be a good pic but I can’t see it
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#36
(09-18-2022, 05:41 PM)VioletDove Wrote:
(09-18-2022, 05:35 PM)Snarl Wrote:
@beez was here

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I’m sad...I know that must be a good pic but I can’t see it


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Makes me wonder if there's some sort of caching issue going on.  Let's ask one of the big dogs: @Ninurta 
 
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#37
(09-14-2022, 01:59 PM)Snarl Wrote:
(09-14-2022, 01:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: Sometimes a little dose of fun

I'm partial to the costumes Halloween generates.
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Oh man, that was the best time of year when I was briefly at college  tinylaughing
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#38
(09-14-2022, 01:42 PM)VioletDove Wrote: The nights are getting cooler here, I'm starting to feel that crisp feeling in the air. It's seems like it is upon us, my favorite time of the year!

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So I thought it would be fun to share memes, stories, videos EVERYTHING spooky season! 






So if you have a frightening tale or two or a scary video that you would like to share, bring them here! I need them in my life lol!

Of course funny Autumn memes would be welcome too. Sometimes a little dose of funny can help you sleep better after getting a good fright.

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So grab a sweater, if you don't have one I have an extra and sit by the fire. There's mead, I haven't opened it yet but I made it with a recipe I got from @Ninurta so it has to be good and let's see if we can scare up a good time.




I'm with ya VioletDove, it's my favorite time of year as well.  I absolutely loathe summer unless I'm at the beach.  The cooler air, the changing leaves, the entire atmosphere of Halloween, can't beat it in my book.
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#39
@Schmoe1 I was looking forward to cool weather now they are saying October is going to be hot here. i refuse to believe it! They’re always wrong with their rain predictions so it’s only fair they are wrong about this heat business.
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