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The Saga of “Dear David”

The Saga of “Dear David”

“So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he’s trying to kill me. He started appearing in dreams, but I think he’s crossed over into the real world now.

“The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed. He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side.

“For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed. I couldn’t move.

“Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.”

What you’ve just read is the beginning of a chilling ghost story. The twist is, it’s being told as a series of tweets and is, as I write this, still ongoing.

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Disney Imagineer and “Grim Grinning Ghosts” Lyricist Passes Away

Disney Imagineer and “Grim Grinning Ghosts” Lyricist Passes Away

“When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a swinging wake;
Happy haunts materialize
And begin to vocalize,
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize!”

Francis Xavier Atencio, better known as “X” Atencio, passed away on September 10th, 2017 at the age of 98.

Born in 1919, X became a Disney animator in 1938, working on such classics as Pinocchio and Fantasia. In 1965, he became an Imagineer, which led to being tasked by Walt Disney to write the script for the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction. He also wrote the lyrics to the ride’s theme “Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me)” and lent his voice to several characters.

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The Man Who Invented Christmas

The Man Who Invented Christmas

“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?”

“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost. “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you?”

Scrooge trembled more and more.

“Or would you know,” pursued the Ghost, “the weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself? It was full as heavy and as long as this, seven Christmas Eves ago. You have laboured on it since. It is a ponderous chain!”

Wait, this is a site about ghosts and the like, why am I writing about Christmas?

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Get Your Haunt On At Home Depot

Get Your Haunt On At Home Depot

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

No, it’s not Christmas, it’s the first week of September, and the retailers have this year’s Halloween decor out. For myself, as a budding yard haunter, the best place to get real quality props and decor is the Spirit Halloween pop-up store, which I’m lucky enough to get in our town. Last year I waited too long to get the best stuff there, but hope to rectify that this season.

That said, other retailers have been stepping up their Halloween game the past couple years, in some kind of macabre (severed) arms race. Maybe the best I’ve seen so far is Home Depot. You know, the place you go for tools and raw materials for stuff you’ll never build? Well, my wife and I stopped in the other day, and I was blown away with what they had out this year.

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Those Who Play For Ghosts

Those Who Play For Ghosts

The little girl, or rather, what was once a little girl, timidly approached, a yellowed songbook in her outstretched hands. She looked up at Miss Eliza, who nodded in reassurance.

Jacob slowly reached out, his hand trembling, took the book and propped it on the decrepit piano. The little girl backed away, and he could almost detect a smile, though it was impossible to tell if a corpse was smiling.

Jacob turned to the piano, leafed to a bookmarked page and positioned his fingers over the dusty keys. He hesitated for a moment, still unsure. Miss Eliza rested a supportive hand on his shoulder, which was strangely comforting, despite the hand resembling that of a mummy.

Jacob took a deep breathe and gently laid his fingers on the keys. The townsfolk, who had gathered behind him, leaned forward in silent anticipation.

And he began to play…

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