Just a prohibitively pithy poem about periodic dyspathy in time for Halloween.
A GHOST STORY.
“Out of their dark abodes
I have roused up the screech-owls.
Through the rents
Of the gray mouldering walls they
are fled out,
Into the hated daylight–Here’st
thou them?
There seizes me a horror.”
[from King Yngurd, Adolphus Mullner
[Editor’s note: All graphics from the Internet Archive on Flickr, copyright free].
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Halloween Stories From Previous Years
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A 2015 New Hampshire Halloween – Halloween poetry et al
Ghastly and Ghostly Halloween Stories Gleaned from Old New Hampshire Newspapers (2015)
More Ghostly Stories from Long Ago (2017)
New Hampshire’s Haunted Halloween History
New Hampshire Customs and Games for Halloween in 1916
The Dark Elements of A New Hampshire Halloween
New Hampshire’s Witches’ Night of 1879
Old Haunted Houses Reported in New Hampshire Newspapers
A White Mountain Ghost Story (2014)
Poem: Ghost House, by Robert Frost
The Ghost of Mount Washington Hotel, Bretton Woods
New Hampshire: Palace Theater Ghosts
Poem: The Ghost (of Abel Law)
