Impromptu Photo Shoot

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2010-12-31 23.00.00-33Did that grab your attention? lol Does a new photo shoot make up for my disappearance from the blog? Probably not, but at least it’s sort of exciting. My birthday was on September 16 and it seems like Summer ended super abruptly. It was barely 40 degrees yesterday! Not even remotely okay. I had a wonderful birthday and received a lot of housewarming gifts, which is awesome. I’ve got all my bathroom accessories now. 😀 I always splurge on myself around my birthday, too. That included buying a $100 pair of adorable cat face creepers and a bunch of stuff from VampireFreaks which I’m modeling in the photo shoot. The fishnet has returned. haha Let’s jump on in!

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Look Number One was a cute gothic style. I’ve wanted bone hair clips for a long time and found some on VampireFreaks. That’s also where the shirt with the creepy kids in the graveyard came from. How freaking cute is that?! I also got the spike choker and neon green bracelet from VF. Am I the only person freaked out by chokers? I’m afraid they will cut off my air supply. XD I actually cut a new hole in the choker to make it looser on my neck. I overcame the fear for the look. lol And then there are my adorable creepers. I have a real white cat at home and I couldn’t resist. I hope I don’t have to relinquish my Goth card now.

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Look Number Two just sort of happened. A bit Cybergoth on the sexy side. I don’t think I’ve ever shown this much skin on here…I suppose I’m growing more comfortable with my body. I’ve never been skinny, I have skin problems and I don’t care. I love fishnet and being edgy, so that’s what I went with here. I hope I didn’t go over the top. But, that’s just who I am.

I had a blast putting these photos together and I’m so glad I made time to take them. I was all set to take the photos in my bare bones new house, but fate had other plans. I still pulled it off I think. Next, I think I’ll post some tags and soon comes my biggest announcement ever. You don’t want to miss it…trust me!

Possession: Part 1

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Based on true events…

One chilly Autumn night, two friends set out in search of a tiny old graveyard. Neither realized that it wouldn’t be the ghosts  giving them a fright…

At last, they came upon the creepy destination. Dusk was falling as they neared the iron gates. A thicket of trees surrounded the enclosure, obscuring what lie beyond. The smell of burning wood filled the September air.

“They’re locked,” said Jocelyn as she pulled on the metal chain connecting the gates. She was a pretty blonde girl with an exuberant spirit. Always positive, Jocelyn was rarely seen without a smile on her face. “Think you can jump the fence?”

“Hang on,” said Zander. He was the clear-headed one, opting for critical thinking over impulse. “There’s no lock on this chain.”

Zander unwrapped the chain from one of the gates and they creaked open. The gravekeeper mustn’t have minded visitors.

“This place is so pretty,” said Jocelyn. “It must be quite old…”

“About 150 years old, actually,” explained Zander. “The founders of this town are buried here.”

“Wow,” whispered Jocelyn. “Look at this gravestone.”

Jocelyn bent down to inspect a weathered marker nearby. Tree roots had pushed the headstone back and the inscription was barely legible.

“Annabelle Williams,” she read. “I wonder who she was. What do you think she was like, Zander?”

“She could have been the daughter of one of the founders?” he guessed.

Zander ran his pale, spindly fingers over her worn name.

“This would make a great backdrop for a photo,” said Jocelyn as she laid down next to the headstone. “Please take my picture? The Goth in me can’t resist.”

“Alright,” he laughed.

Jocelyn got her picture and the pair explored the rest of the graveyard, treading slowly to avoid tree roots and fallen markers. Some of the headstones were broken or completely unearthed, but the land appeared to be cared for.

“There is a lot of history here,” said Zander.

“I can feel it,” said Jocelyn. “It’s a peaceful energy. Nothing has been left unresolved here. Such a lovely place.”

“I know of another place you might want to visit,” suggested Zander.

“The bar?” joked Jocelyn. “I sure could use a beer if you’re buying.”

“Not what I had in mind this time,” laughed Zander. “Have you ever heard of the old Sebastian Sanitarium?”

“Nope. Cool name, though. What’s the story?”

“How about I tell it to you on the drive there? It’s getting a bit cold out here.”

“Okay,” said Jocelyn eagerly. She couldn’t hide her curiosity. But, Jocelyn figured she would hide her gift for now. She didn’t want to freak out Zander and push him away like she had done to many in the past.

The adventuresome pair left the graveyard and headed for the decrepit hospital. Zander had been there plenty of times before and never had a bad experience. This night would prove different.

To be continued…

Eloise Graveyard

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It’s time to get creepy, y’all. Not too long ago I blogged about Eloise Asylum and its creepy history fraught with medical experimentation and locked psychiatric wards. The nightmare doesn’t end there, though. Few people know that Eloise Asylum had its very own graveyard. Many patients died in the asylum, so this was a necessity. It is said that more than 7,000 former patients were buried in the graveyard between 1910 and 1948. Poor patients with no family to claim their bodies were dumped here. Today, the unkept field doesn’t even resemble a graveyard, but with a little research I managed to find it.

Being the weirdo that I am, I visited Eloise Graveyard just the other day. What I discovered deeply disturbed me. Now, the graveyard is not new to me. I had been there several times before and I don’t find the graveyard itself to be very scary. It’s located across from a low-income housing complex and the other buildings in the area are pretty dilapidated. The area is often frequented by the police because of a crime problem. Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be caught there at night. I’ve always visited the graveyard with friends in the past, but this time I decided to go alone. I felt comfortable with it and I was familiar with my surroundings, so I wasn’t worried.

I entered the graveyard through a gate and followed a path into the field. On my right was a farmer working the land, so I felt at ease that I wasn’t alone. Sadly, the graveyard hasn’t been cared for in years and many of the gravemarkers have been covered up by overgrowth. There are no tombstones with the names of the dead; just numbered blocks. The graveyard is enclosed by pine trees and a small forest. It’s very peaceful and beautiful. The random shopping carts strewn at the entrance detracted slightly from its beauty, though.

I love to investigate and discover new treasures at every visit. Finding gravemarkers is a challenge, but it’s exciting when you see them. I spent my time taking pictures of the graves and the pretty nature. I even played around in the forest a bit. I definitely want to do a photoshoot here with the forest as a backdrop. Of course I’ll wear crazy outfits and make a fool of myself as usual. 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyways, I came upon some graves that I had never seen before in a far corner of the graveyard. They appeared to have been recently cleared of overgrowth. I saw something white sticking out of the ground near one of the gravemarkers. It was a long white candle! This warmed my heart. The graveyard had been visited by someone who took the time to clear some brush and leave a token of acknowledgment. And here I thought I was the only one who knew and cared about this place! I found candles placed on several gravemarkers, which was really cool. Nearby, I saw a large hole had been dug between two of the gravemarkers. I thought this was odd, but continued taking pictures and exploring. I can be so slow on the uptake sometimes. 😉 I found some pretty flowers and an interesting clump of fallen branches. But, that weird hole remained on my mind, so I made my way back to it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I read the numbers on the graves at either side of the hole: 665 and 667. Oh FUCK. I had finally realized it. Gravemarker 666 had been dug up and stolen. I couldn’t believe it. Who would do such a horrendous thing? That is beyond disrespectful and so very wrong. Then I thought about the significance of the number 666. From what I know, that’s the number of the devil. I’m not religious at all, but that’s fucking scary. I just stood there in horror. The person who cleared off the graves had only done so to find one to steal. So disgusting. It ruined my whole visit. I can’t say that I stayed much longer after this discovery. I was really freaked out and upset. My hope is that someone left the white candles on the surrounding graves to cleanse the area and make peace with the disturbed spirits. Perhaps they made the same discovery as me and tried to make it right. If the candles were left there for a sinister reason, then that makes me sick. Vandalizing a grave is pure evil in my book.

There is another old graveyard (William Ganong Cemetery) just down the road that is said to have vandalism problems. Pentagrams have been found painted on some of the tombstones. Supposedly a kettle was found there with bones and feathers inside of it. I would never set foot in that graveyard, but maybe the same people who vandalized this graveyard stole the 666 gravemarker. The graveyards are so close to one another that I don’t think they are coincidences. Regardless, I doubt I will be back to Eloise Graveyard anytime soon. I don’t feel safe there anymore with crazy people stealing gravemarkers. It makes me really sad, because I truly love this place. I like to visit the spirits and show them that someone cares and remembers them. Their stories need to be told and I won’t let them be forgotten. The asylum will always be a part of my life.