Clocktower Superstitions

Clashes over religion were a never-ending battle with England. The church was being used for corruption and power, and citizens had the Catholicism religion forced upon them. They had no choice but to accept this religion because going against the church meant going against the king. So many people dealt with the situation and conformed to Catholicism. However, there was a vast majority that didn’t. These rebels would start something that would forever be a major part of history. It may seem as though these non-conformists did good, but they actually did not. Puritans did not set a good example for England to learn from, the Quakers did.

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw a bright red 1:06 AM. The door creaked slowly and a dark figure entered the room. The silhouette walked closer to me, heels clicking on the vinyl floor. A sinister smile spread across her rotting face.

The story opens on the Allgood house, everyone is sleeping peacefully, when the New Order (N.O.) break down their door. The N.O. is the new form of “government” that has taken over the country. They despise all things creative, and are led by “The One Who Is The One.” The N.O. break into the Allgood home accusing the two children, Wisteria (15) and Whitford (17), of being a witch and a wizard. Wisty and Whit, as they are nicknamed, had no idea they had any magic, and don’t understand why they are being falsely accused. With the help of one of their stuck up classmates, Byron Swain, they are kidnapped from their homes and held in a prison until their trial. At their trial they plead not guilty, but are still sentenced to death by hanging. According to the law though, you cannot be executed until you're 18, so Whit is scheduled to be killed on his birthday in one month. They are taken back to the prison to be held until they’re execution. At this point they have discovered some of their powers already, Wisty can set herself on fire and transform people into animals, and Whit can make objects levitate and slow down time. These are just a few of the many powers they discover later on. One day while they are sitting in the prison, they are visited by this strange “Half-life,” or ghost, who reveals herself as Celia, Whit’s old girlfriend who disappeared months ago. She had been killed by the N.O. for information on Whit and Wisty. She helps them escape the prison by entering a portal to the “Shadowland,” which is basically like Purgatory. Before they leave, Wisty turns Byron into a weasel, and he accidentally gets taken with them. They escape the Shadowland with help from Celia and a kid named Sasha. They make it to Freeland, and hide in a Garfunkel's, which houses hundreds of other persecuted children. There, Whit and Wisty’s powers are welcomed, and are used to help fight th N.O. Whit and Wisty don’t want to

The rain streaked down the velveteen cloak and Brother Malcolm trembled in the chilly night air. He staggered towards the monastery’s door, highlighted in the purple streaks of thunder that blazed across the sky. Every time he brushed his hood into his bony mantle, it plummeted down again under the hefty burden of the sodden rain. The echoes of each bolt ricocheted inside the clock tower, turning a ghastly shade of vanilla behind the aged clock face, its glassy skin weary and frail.

To start with, the idea that sometimes the dearly departed has not moved on to a better place and hangs around the living has been a long trending superstition. Back in the 1800's, this belief was made stronger because of William Mumler. Photographs and cameras were relatively new when Mumler started dabbling in photography, but he took the most amazing pictures. Not only did his pictures capture the images of the customers, but they also supposedly caught the images of the customer's deceased relatives (Mahnke, 2018). While there has been much debate about whether or not Mumler's photographs were "doctored" into looking as if a someone else was in the photo, the phenomenon still happens today with more advanced cameras and technology.

The Skeleton Key is a movie about belief in the magic-centered practice of Hoodoo. The movie has many themes centered on the power of belief. Magic and rituals were vehicles used many times during the course of the movie. Throughout the movie, its protagonist, Caroline, transforms her belief system through a series of events that will be explained in this paper. The movie also shows how the beliefs and individual approaches to magic and religious practices drive the actions and interactions of the movie’s antagonists, Papa Justify and Mama Cecile, as well as secondary characters such as Jill, Caroline’s roommate.

“THREE!”, “TWO!”It perpetually exclaimed. One candle was left shining upon me. I was petrified, oblivious to the passage of time. Adhered to the floor in disquietude, I ponder about the detrimental impacts that were about to be inflicted on to me. It was as if the final ball of glowing ember suspended above me, would decide my fate. ”ONE!” the ghost yelled. With that, the ember was extinguished; creating a puff of grey smoke. It was seemingly as if the flame was prognosticating my future. Silence, abnormal silence; shrouded the currently dilapidated restaurant from all corners. Abruptly, a woman in a worn-out, white gown was hanging from a noose. With a clap of thunder and lighting, the woman vanished; leaving only the noose behind. Out of the blue, the abhorrent woman came flying at me. It felt as if my soul was being sucked out. As a result, I

I set the box back onto the desk and paced back and forth with the rhythm of the clock. I felt myself watching it, as I passed by. All I could hear was the ticking and all I could think about was the clock inside. Oh! What kind of devilish clock must have been inside? I could only imagine, its grotesque features, twisting and curling, its sharp edges, its dark aura, its stark callous face, always ticking. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I bound toward the box, tearing the bow and parchment away, with such furry. I flung the lid open, prepared to end this fiendish terror clock, ceasing it infernal racquet, but to my surprise, I was ridiculed by an empty box. “What is this?” I shouted with disbelief. “How is this possible?” I hurled the

Henry and Colleen arrive to the address of Ava Badeaux , it was a little shop off Bourbon Street in the city. The outside was a old red brick two story building with bars around the long rectangular windows . They opened the dark green door walking in. The smell inside was of mold and a smokey fruit scent . Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling , jars of spices and potions on the stained wood shelves covered in spider webs. A altar to there right by the entrance with a sign saying “ do not touch or you shall receive bad luck.” The altar was full of change , dolls and other gifts placed by strangers in hopes of no bad luck in there life. Every step they took , a creak noise appeared step by step . “ May I help you?” They jumped from a female voice

On May 25, 1904, a fire destroyed over 200 residences and nearly every business in Yazoo City. It was the strange and fierce winds that were blowing on that fateful day, unusual for the time, that lead many to blame the witch. The flames were said by witnesses to have jumped through the air, as if driven by some forceful winds. The weather reports for that exact day, never mentioned of high winds in the area. A group of citizens made their way into Glenwood on the day after the fire, and found the large chains around the grave of the witch broken in two. In addition to the chains being broken, they had a mysterious meaning to go along with them, and the mystery may still be taking place right now.

I straighten my posture and glance at the antique mahogany clock, gifted to my family by The Nazi Leader Hitler. It peacefully rests on the wall, a fine piece of handcrafting. Until it’s abrupt ticking begins pounding in my mind and becomes a horrific animal, restive and full of anger, ripping at my inner core with its claws. It hurts. For I wish I could hurt it as it is hurting me. But instead, I pray to God, that he will create a great and all powerful tempest to descend upon this place and offer me with the opportunity to escape this hell hole.

There is a place in Scotland that has some activity that some people would call “Unnatural”. It is Glamis castle. This castle has three poltergeists that haunt the place, Earl the Beardie, The Grey Lady, and The Monster of Glamis. This is the story behind the haunting of The Earl the Beardie. The Earl the Beardie was a man who the night before the sabbath he got into a drunken rage because he wanted someone to play cards with him. Since it was 10 minutes till the sabbath, no one wanted to play with him. He than said that he would play with the Devil himself, as he said it there was a knock on the door. A man in all black walked in and asked if The Earl still needed someone to play cards with with, The Earl said yes. They started to play cards, but a

Once I have approached the familiar engraved door, I have forgotten that one of the other servant closed the door behind her when we were leaving and has the key to the door. But I had noticed it was unusually cracked open. I tiptoed inside and found two men standing at the door

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had

The floorboard in the hallway creaked again. Emma flew off the bed and dashed for cover behind the silk dressing screen. Her heart pounded. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Trembling, she peeked around the edge of the screen and watched as a tall figure entered the room. When he stepped into the light of the fireplace, her hand flew to her mouth to silence the gasp. It could not be him. He would never poison her mother. Would