“Cimitero Delle Fontanelle” is a cemetery that takes its name from the rivers which ran under the town of Naples. It contains over 40.000 remains of people who died during the plagues of 1656 and 1836. It became famous because of “anime pezzentelle” (beggars souls) The practice consisted in the “adoption” of a skull and praying for its soul in return of protection.
ONE HELLUVA COMMISSION FOR @the-wizard-dipper! Yah’ll know that Masters Academy AU we keep batting back n forth? Well here’s a bunch more for it! >vO now including Spectra as the schools councillor
For this round of commissions I decided to do an exploration of what the school looks like, with the added bonus of our first good look at Danny and a few funny scenes.
I’m glad to see y’all understand that Dipper’s height functions according to a scientific theory known as the “One Punch Man Principle” (OPMP for short). For those unfamiliar with the OPMP, here’s how it works: How short will Dipper be? Short enough for the situation to be demeaning for him, and therefore funny (and also cute) for everybody else (especially the audience) … UNLESS a specific situation would be made more funny by him somehow being too tall for it.
‘All The Wrong Questions’-illustrator Seth returns this year with another set of classic Christmas Ghost Stories in his effort to resurrect the legacy of fireside tales at Christmas. Pre-order any of the newest three titles below (out Nov 11):
You can, of course, get all the previous years’ entries in the series right now… We’ve reported on them here. These beautifully illustrated little paperbacks also offer themselves as perfectly spooky October reading.
I have some very exciting news to announce: 365 Days of Terror has found a new home on Patreon!
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“My friend Taylor was a beautiful, fun, down to earth girl. Sweet as can be and always willing to help a friend in need. She had been playing ouija board, non stop for a few months straight. Sometimes it consumed her entirely. A few girlfriends and I went to her house to hang out & have a few drinks. Taylor suggested that we play ouija board, and we all agreed. Taylor turned off all the lights and lit candles. She had been drinking heavily so at this point she was really drunk, and slurring her words a bit. We all got ready & put our fingers on the patchulet, Taylor stops us before we start and looks each one of us in our eye.. She breaks the silence by saying “before we start, you have to say you don’t believe in God” .. We were all very confused.. We looked at each other not knowing what to do or say. She said it again, but this time with a bit more aggression. I remember the room becoming heavy… I felt something in the room but kept quiet. We finally started the game, active almost immediately. Taylor was obsessed, it was like she was in some kind of trance. The rest of us were creeped out, and one girl walked away saying she was done. We made contact with an angry spirit, who, when asked, said he wanted Taylor… Whatever that meant. It answered questions to situations that had happened to each of us. Stuff that only we would know the answer to. Taylor seemed out of it, and we asked her if she was okay, she didn’t respond to us. She just sat there staring off in front of her, and her muscles started to spasm a little bit. The air in the room felt thick & heavy.. I felt an energy in a dark corner behind me and felt a tug at my shirt. My 2 other friends and I got scared and decided we were also done playing the game. Taylor suddenly snapped out of her trance.. Eyes full of anger.. She slammed her hand on the table and said “we are not done here… Don’t you fucking walk away from this table” it didn’t seem like Taylor at all! It was like something had taken over her. We were all pretty spooked so we grabbed our things and left. Taylor blew out the candles and stood in the doorway, staring at us in the dark until we drove off. That was one of the creepiest ouija experiences I’ve ever had. A couple weeks later, Taylor cut off all her hair, jumped on a freight train and literally became a hobo. She has never been the same since that night, and she hardly comes around anymore.. She has completely lost it, I’m not sure whether or not the board is to blame.
*I tried to make this story very short and to the point so there were some details left out*”
One time, I was forced to go with my siblings to a late night sports event for youth. I got bored really easily cause I didn’t know anyone, so I went outside for a walk while most people were in the gym.
There was a baseball field outside (The school we were at was up in the hills surrounded by forest). It was dark, but the were some lamps. I noticed some people out on the field, but ignored them and continued my walk and enjoyed the scenery.
Then I heard them talk louder and caught a few phrases of, “No you go!” “Go check!” I looked over and saw them get closer to me, so I stopped and looked at them. One of them broke off from the group and cautiously approached me.
“Hello”
“Hi?”
They all burst out with sighs of relief. I realized they thought I was a ghost which was so funny cause I was wearing a bright pink Hello Kitty sweater which was the warmest thing I had in my closet. Not exactly the ghost aesthetic if you ask me.
I wonder what would have happened if I kept quiet and started walking towards them. Probably would have scared the shit out of them.
Gothic, Horror, and Haunted Houses, Part 3: The Shining(1980),Poltergeist(1982),The Others(2001), Coraline(2009),The Awakening(2011),The Woman in Black(2012),The Conjuring(2013).
Gothic, Horror, and Haunted Houses, Part 1: Dracula(1931),Frankenstein(1931),The Old Dark House(1932),Rebecca(1940),The Uninvited(1944),The Ghost and Mrs. Muir(1947),The House on Haunted Hill (1959),13 Ghosts(1960).
New comic book ! The Shadow Festival / La Fête des ombres
The 1st copies of The Shadow Festival have arrived at our publisher’s and they look splendid. It’s such a relief to see how beautifully printed they are. We can’t wait to get our own copies! Preorder the book: https://www.issekinicho.fr/editions/
*** Les 1ers exemplaires de La Fête des ombres sont arrivés chez notre éditeur et ils ont l'air superbes. Quel soulagement de constater une telle qualité d'impression et de façonnage ! On a hâte de les avoir dans les mains ! Et il est toujours temps de précommander le livre ici : http://issekinicho.fr/editions/
Love how when you dig down into it, Portal 2 is a ghost story. Glados is the ghost of a murdered woman who turned around and murdered everyone else back and now she’s trapped forever in an empty decaying facility. This is what does it for me. The blending of scifi and horror, the ghost in the machine. I’m gonna marry a dead murderous lesbian in a supercomputer
“Unless we again begin to tell fairy tales and ghost stories before going to sleep and recount our dreams upon waking, nothing more is to be expected of our Western civilisation.”
My last drawing of 2021! This is something inspired by the ghost story of Captain Evan MacClure, a skipper of the whaling ship Moncton. According to legend, his crew mutinied and put him overboard on a small rowboat off the coast of Oregon in the 1870s, and was never seen again. Captain MacClure is said to haunt taverns in the form of a skeleton sporting a red beard, searching for someone to “join him in death”.
A big thanks to Monsterfuzz Podcast for sharing this amazing ghost story on their podcast!
Welcome to the blog dedicated to my webcomic, A Ghost on the Roof!
It is a story loosely based on the novel The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux, set in modern times.
After I post the first pages of chapter one on September 1st, I will continue to post one page a week, on Sundays. Of course, if life gets in the way the updates may be delayed but I am determined to keep posting regularly. For information, the whole story is 18 chapters long.
I hope you will enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed creating it, and that you will follow me on this journey!
I’m six years old when I hear my first ghost story; it’s Halloween and they file us in a dark classroom where a teacher whose name I do not recall tells us of an old man in a top hat—his black, sullen eyes contrast against his translucent skin that hangs off his cheeks. He waits on the edge of the forest for a stay child to walk just far enough away from their group before he lures them into the trees. They do not tell us what happens of the child; we do not know the horrors that happened, that is only between the man, the child, and the trees— their bark rotten with secrets, poisoned by the stories no one dares to talk about.
You see, everyone loves a good ghost story; they love to feel their blood run cold as they start to feel the hot breath of someone else’s tragedy on the back of their neck; a tragedy they get to walk away from, because it is not their burden to bare, not their ache to feel.
They never warned you what it was like to become your own ghost story; what it is like to haunt your own life; what it’s like to feel your pulse, air fill your lungs, but never truly know the feeling of being alive.
When they tell you ghost stories, the speak in past tense, speak in wonderment, and hushed whispers because it is meant to be a secret, something to be tucked away in your back pocket, unseen by the everyone. You walk around, disconnected from the world, looking for anyone to listen to your tragedy.
