this is halloween

[slumber]

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Neil Gaiman said:

I did not believe in witches, not in the daylight. Not really even at midnight. But on Halloween I believed in everything.

Source: NY Times

Do you believe in ghosts? I've always wanted to know. :P

And, on the night of the thousand spookies, TELL ME GHOST STORIES. Or urban legends. Personal experiences, tales of a friend of a friend, your own village haunting. Make it extra creepy. :D

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[boho.livejournal.com]

Pliny the Youngers' ghost story will always have a special place in my heart.

[boho.livejournal.com]

Just so you know what I mean, a quick googling gives this:

Erat Athenis spatiosa et magna domus, sed infamis et pestilens. Per silentium noctis sonus ferri et strepitus vinculorum procul, tum e proximo auditi sunt. Mox apparebat senex macie et squalore confectus, qui barbam magnam et capillos villosos habebat; pedibus et manibus catenas habebat.

Inhabitantes domus(gen) noctes diras et non somnum habebant. Morbus et etiam mors ex timore veniebant. Deserta et damna casa in silentio remanebat. Titulum positum est, sed nemo casam desideravit. Venit Athenas philosophus Athenodorus. Legit titulum, et pretio audito, multa rogat. Omnia audit, sed tamen casam capit.

In vespera, Athenodorus lumen, stilum, et pugillares in prima parte casae posuit; tum omnes servos dimittit. Animum, oculos, et manum cum pugillaribus occupat, quod vacua mens multos timores fingit.

Primo silentium est. Tum vincula procul audiuntur. Philosophus oculos non movet; stilo scribit. Soni in casa, tum in camera sunt. Athenodorus spectat; figuram videt. Senex stat et digito vocat. Athenodorus stilum iterum capit. Vincula audiuntur super caput. Nunc philosophus lumen capit. Senex tarde ad ianuam ambulat, et Athenodorus etiam ambulat post senem. In area casae senex philosophum deserit. Desertus philosophus in loco herbas ponit.

Postero die magistratum vocat et magistratus locum effodit. Ossa inserta in vinculis invenit, et, collecta, publice sepeliuntur. Numquam iterum senex videbatur.

Which translates roughly (also through google) as the following (although I remember my translation being pretty much the same, but more poetic and flowery lol):

The residents didn't sleep very well. Some even died from fear. Eventually the house was empty.

Finally, deserted, it remained quiet. When it was put up for sale no one was interested.

Then one day Athenodorus, the philosopher, came to town. He saw the FOR SALE sign on the house, learned the asking price, and asked a great many other questions.

No one held back on the horrific details, but still the philosopher decided to go ahead and buy the place.

That very evening, his first in the house, Athenodorus took a torch, stylus, and writing tablet to the front of his house. He let the slaves off for the night. Then he determined to keep himself busy writing because, he thought, an idle mind is the devil's playground.

At first, all was still. Then from afar came the rattling of chains. Stoically, Athenodorus didn't even bat an eye, but kept on writing. The sounds grew closer and closer.

Soon they were in the cottage....

Then they were in his very room....

At this Athenodorus laid down his stylus and looked up. There was the ghost. It beckoned him with a finger, but Athenodorus just took up his stylus again. When the philosopher heard the chains rattling above his head, he picked up his torch.

Slowly the ghost ambled to the door with Athenodorus close behind. As it reached an open area in the house, the ghost disappeared. Athenodorus grabbed a handy nearby clump of grass and placed it on the spot where the ghost had vanished.

The next day, Athenodorus called the magistrate. In his official capacity, he dug up the spot that had been marked. There they found chains and inside the chains, the bones of a man.

The magistrate gathered the bones for a proper burial. Never was the ghost heard from again.

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http://fatale.livejournal.com/204460.html :P

[wenelda.livejournal.com]

a few years ago.

i've had a lot of freaky shite happen to me, and i believe in ghosts. there are too many stories to tell, though.