Amy H. Sturgis (eldritchhobbit) wrote,
Amy H. Sturgis

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"his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury"

First, links to some fascinatingly atmospheric and evocative places:
Derelict London: Cemeteries and Graveyards
Kensal Green Cemetery, London
All Souls Kensal Green
Underground Paris: A Virtual Tour
WebMuseum, Paris: The Catacombs of Paris
The Catacombs of Paris (Wikipedia)

Second, a meme:

Halloween Picks for You
Favourite Color
Your Halloween song is "Night on Bald Mountain"
Your Halloween movie is POLTERGEIST
Your Halloween TV rerun episode is from THE TWILIGHT ZONE
Your Halloween story is THE VAMPYRE by John Polidori
This fun quiz by eldritchhobbit - Taken 53 Times.
New! Get Free Daily Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz

And now, here is an excerpt from the second scariest book of all time (according to the Edmonton Journal):

I only slept a few hours when I went to bed, and feeling that I could not sleep any more, got up. I had hung my shaving glass by the window, and was just beginning to shave. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard the Count's voice saying to me, "Good morning." I started, for it amazed me that I had not seen him, since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me. In starting I had cut myself slightly, but did not notice it at the moment. Having answered the Count's salutation, I turned to the glass again to see how I had been mistaken. This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed, but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself.

This was startling, and coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near. But at the instant I saw the the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin. I laid down the razor, turning as I did so half round to look for some sticking plaster. When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.

"Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous that you think in this country."

- from Dracula by Bram Stoker (1897)

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