Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever felt one?
Visual apparitions are rare. I waited my whole life to see a clear one.
I’ve always noticed the amorphous, ephemeral shades:
thin wispy white ones, bulbous black blobby ones, and
the darting quick grey cat ones. The human form eluded me,
until I moved to New Orleans. I hope to tell some of those stories
in the next installment. I wish I understood more about them.
Once again, I’m sorry to say that I culled these images randomly,
and have no idea of their provenance. As always, enlighten me
if you know, and automatic mad props are due to their creators,
be they living or dead. Have you ever photographed a ghost?
If so, I’d love to see it. I love spirit photography, even fakes.
This one tends to creep me out. For some reason, I always imagine
that the bannister railing is her long arm gone all stretchy. Eeep!
I see the dead in dreams. Usually it’s the dead parents of my friends,
asking me to look out for them. I think parents have a hard time leaving
this plane when their children are still here. I’ve only seen my mother
there a handful of times. I get the sense that she passed through long ago.
I’ve seen poltergeists, or more accurately,
seen objects moved or damaged by unseen hands.
It can be alarming. Also, phantom odors and sounds and chills.
☛ More more muertos y musicas attend to Verhextland: Many Ghosts
☛ Supernatural Collective Nouns from Wondermark
(thanks for showing me this, Mlle. Elizabetha et Mlle. Ghoul!)
☛ Hammer of the Witches – FOR NEGLECTED MURDERESSES
Tempting, tempting!
☛ Sea of Ghosts is another great dark/magic/elegant fashion blog that I enjoy.
Lots of inspiration and drool inducers there! My lustful wishlist is starting to grow very, very long…
☛ These ghost stories from Platform are really, really good and creepy!
Be sure to read all three parts, eh? I hope there will be more to come…
☛ Hey Austin kittens, why don’t you join me Thursday night at Lambert’s
to see Hello Lovers and Faith Delphi? It will be very wonderful, and it would
do me good to see your lovely face. We can have a whiskey and hold hands.
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Thank you so much for the shout out, your blog is lovely! Have added it to my faves xx
I have so much love for the Angeliska Gazette. New posts are among the highlights of early mornings.♥
Many moons ago in Paris this happened to me:
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/l_efdcd374fbde04bcd405ca097b0fe0eb.jpg
Oh, swoons and raptures! Ghosts and ghouls and goblins and this sort of phantasmagoria are my favourite things to dream&wonder upon! ‘course, were I actually to see one, I might change my mind. Everyone around me sees them, but I seem to be cursed with the steady, solid temperament that calms down hysterical ghost-seers. Sigh.
AS IF I needed to peruse any more fashion related blogs! But with names like sea of ghosts and hammer of witches, what am I suppsed to do – ignore them? HAHAHA…no. Of course not. Thank you, as always, for the bewitching links!
PS
If you like ghostly photography (usually sans ghosts, but eerie still), try Simon Marsden:
http://www.simonmarsden.co.uk/
I live near the oldest city, St. Augustine, FL where Ponce De Leon came ashore. For my anniversary (which is the 29th) we went to the old city for dinner and then walked the graveyard. Many many areas around the water and old clapboard houses have spirits and the cemetery has the most activity during warm weather. They like the females most and I captured a glowing orb in my photographs that my husband wasn’t getting in his camera. We could both feel the cool air near where we stood but only I was capturing the image. It seemed to follow us to the gates of the city which are just across the street from the cemetery. My pictures are up at my tumblr: http://flutterby3.tumblr.com/page/3 but can be viewed larger and with notes if you click through to my flickr page.
There are many Ghost tours in the town but my husband and I always find we see more and feel more when we just walk through the old city and let it pull us to the spirits. It’s wild how full the city is. Abandoned houses have faces peeking out of windows, that’s something we’ve seen a lot, especially this one house we always visit but the girl never shows on our camera. I think she’s shy. The cemetery has a little boy that people always see. Usually he is up in a tree, he likes to climb them. I always wonder what keeps a spirit grounded, why do they stay here. Why are so many in St. Augustine? It intrigues me to no end….
oh, i’m clawing and climbing at the walls itching to hear your nola stories! i keep my eyes and ears and senses open always for small signs and messages, especially after the death of my mother. she used to tell a story from when she was a little girl of living under a family with a small disabled child that had passed at some point during the course of their neighboring, and of the day a friend visiting my mother’s family, unaware of the death of the poor bundling upstairs, remarked offhand “oh that little girl is crying again,” (something they heard a lot while she was living – but could not have been mistaken for anyone else as she had been the only child on the floor above in the two-story house). i think she believed there was a connecting thread between the living and the dead, and i choose to hold on to and believe in the tiny signals that have sputtered across the frequencies here and there.
i created the séance room http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Seance-Room/150797534511 as a small gathering place for favourite conjuring stories and images (co-administering with miss rebecca/undream who started the vintage spirit photography flickr group – so many ghostly images and ghoulish trickery http://www.flickr.com/groups/877262@N20/).
you know my first and only true ghostly encounter, and by “true” I mean one that I feel was legit and pretty darned real, was in your upper floor castle apartment in NOLA. I still remember the way he looked, the clothes, his hair. that was an amazing experience.
Beautiful pitures! I know the 3rd one is a still from the wonderful silent movie “L’ inferno”
Angel!
I have ghostly encounters to recount from the NOLA castle as well. You and Carrin and I should put something together about it…
My mom also sees the dead in dreams in the same way that you do. .
everyday such magnificent posts! ah yes ghosts, my family hails from a small town in rural Iowa where a horrible murder of a family took place in 1912. (My great grandmother knew two of the little girls)and I have had some interesting encounters as a child and at other times in my life, with one of these girls. Its sad how the house today is owned by an individual who the community feels is exploiting the house’s past in some ways. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villisca,_Iowa
very excited to hear these tales of yours, and what beautiful photos as always!
Absolutely I will read your next installment – can’t wait! (& it’s fun reading everyone else’s stories, too.)
My mother & aunt have had supernatural stuff happen to them. At 16, my mom predicted her father’s death & told my grandmother “daddy’s dead” at the exact moment (they found out later) that he had died of a heart attack on the street. She & my aunt have also had several “visitations.”
Because these stories scared me & I felt like it ran in the family, I actually grew up announcing to empty rooms “I can’t handle anything scary – please don’t visit me” & nothing ever did (although I’ve had some very weird, very vivid dreams that felt like visitations.)
Sometimes I’ve felt strange, uncomfortable energy in places, but nothing manifested & I was grateful. (I found the real world enough of a challenge w/o taking on the unreal world.)
When my dad died, I felt like a door opened & it’s never completely shut again. As a result, I’m more curious about supernatural experiences than I used to be & maybe a bit less scared.
I’m really-really looking forward to hearing more about your ghosts.
I’ve always had the occasional mild ESP type experience since I was a teen, but only in the past 3 years have I ever seen what I would call a ghost.
It started out with a sort of ghostly image of a happy young greyish-colorless cat in my upstairs hallway. Frisky and mischievous, I could hardly believe my eyes! It was a fantastic sight. It ran from me like a cat that knows you but does not want to be picked up at the moment. It ran to go up my 3rd floor steps around the corner and when I got down there I could not see it anymore. I knew it was not real, but I went back downstairs to see all my cats still eating in the kitchen.
Then months after that while washing an aquarium filter out in my claw foot tub, I was looking into a big mirror leaning against the wall behind it. I was looking at one of my cats, when suddenly a dark wisp 5 or 6 feet off the ground, could be seen behind me (in the mirror), and in front of my cat. It only lasted a few seconds, and I might have dismissed it, but my cat and I looked at it at the exact same moment. We both lifted our heads up to see it, and it was gone within 2 seconds. The cat just looked away and I was still stunned looking around for it but no luck. I must say I didn’t get a pleasant feeling from it. It sort of creeped me out.
Last summer while visiting a friend in Cape Cod I saw a man in her living room. I could see his short sleeved shirt and kaki pants, but I could not see his face. Then he just moved in a blur out of sight past the door way. He gave me the impression by his clothes that it was 1940s to 60s.
Later trying to make sense of who it might have been I wondered if it was her father, since she had placed a small piano that her father made for her when she was a child in that area of the house, just the day before, to see if my guy might be able to repair it.
My most recent experience was this summer with the same friend only at her Pittsburgh home. She was sitting outside on her back porch when we arrived.
I glanced at her face but my eyes were immediately drawn off to the side of her to the face of a Schnauzer up in the air.
It all happened so fast. She used to have a beloved Schnauzer years ago that I’ve never met.
Strangely she was sitting with a life sized antique statue of a dog she is fond of and has named it as if it were a real dog. It had been water damaged recently. It was on it’s side with paws up in the air to dry. The face I saw was up in the air above the paws. So I do question if my mind was trying to fill in some sort of blanks, yet I wonder if her beloved Schnauzer sort of hangs out around the statue of the dog that she dotes over as if it were alive.
I hope that was not too much to share….it was sort of long, but I think some detail helps people understand the experience.
Please, please tell us your stories of your ghosts, with details!
Because you asked if anyone recognized an image and knew the source. The little boy ghost by a stair railing (above the stretchy ghost) is from the Amityville house. It was taken by Gene Campbell when he visited with the Warrens. As I understand it he set a camera up over night in the house. More info here: http://ghoststudy.com/galleria/july09/scare1010.htm
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