Delmarva Folklore

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

Many Elizabethan bedsides were haunted from “the terrors of the night”. Back then their ghosts were nothing like the pasty blobs we call ghosts now. Theirs were quite gruesome. Ghostly visitations were claimed to have been very unpleasant. Not only this, but they claimed it cast them into a state of spiritual confusion.

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

Today, the Brandywine Battlefield historic site sits on fifty two acres of the location that was the location of the encampment of the Continental Army. The historic site offers many

The midnight sky is pitch black with only a slight gleam of light emanating from the moon. The night is so silent that even a pin drop could be heard from miles away. No one is stirring and the world has drifted off into a deep sleep. The night seems blissfully peaceful. But the silence is torn by the sound of rustling leaves in the distance. Two dark shadows emerge from the forest and gaze heavily at the sleeping house. The two figures slowly creep towards the house with devious thoughts racing through their minds. They begin to tear open the window screen and quietly crawl into the house. A flashlight pierces through the darkness and flutters through the rooms. The figures begin to rummage through the house and fill their hands with wealth.

I pondered it over, everyone knew about that cabin. It was haunted, I even knew about, even though I just got here. The cabin looked like it was a hundred years old, made of wood. It had broken windows and missing shingles. It was every kid's nightmare. Whitler disappeared twenty years ago and everyone thought he was dead. They said Old Man Whitlers ghost haunted the cabin. I hoped it wasn’t true.

Charlotte Gilman, through the first person narrator, speaks to the reader of the stages of psychic disintegration by sharing the narrator's heightened perceptions: "That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don't care--there is something strange about the house--I can feel it" (304). The conflicting

“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

We will first go to where it all started, your childhood. To let you know, they cannot hear nor see us.” They flew into a blur of light and to a place that appeared to be a school called “Mr. Prickles Overnight School” where many children played in the snow and enjoyed themselves. With a tear in her eye Piniella whispered to herself “This is my old school” “You remembered” the Ghost said softly.

The Fox family lived in an old farmhouse, and they kept hearing tapping on the walls. It happened every night, until one of the daughters started clapping her hands, and the ghost rapped back in the same rhythm. This was the start of establishing a channel of communication, and the Fox family then asked the ghost a series of yes and no questions. News of what was deemed a man who had been murder in the house, spread throughout the community. Though others heard the rapping, it was more frequent among the two youngest daughters, which led to them being considered “mediums.”

Helen,the maid,was cooking the stew,until she heard Patchi,she got nervous, so she took out a needle(and yes Helen assumed they were such thing as “small spirits” and “talking bugs”).While walking slowly and quietly,holding the needle and two pins,Helen heard Patchi again,this time from Anne’s room.Patchi kept on saying things like”Cami,are you there?” and “Cami,I know where you're hiding~.”Helen saw the one-eyed doll and hit it’s head with the needle and pins,Helen thought that took out the rag doll,but Helen hit her head so hard against the master bed it gave her a bloody red mark,and she was unconscious.When Cami came home,she didn’t she Helen”That's weird,I always hear her hum while cooking”the little brown haired girl thought.As checking the rooms she thought Helen left,until she saw her unconscious body,laying face down,and near was Patchi.As Anne came home,she heard her daughter say”Mom,Helen has been knocked out!”.The hospital took Helen’s body to the ambulance,and the next day,the hospital announced Helen,as

In this way the reader uses imagination to deduce what will occur. Moreover, the author employs diverse factors with this purpose, for instance the sound of ghostly music, inexplicable events, voices, the presence of strange figures, shadows, ghosts, and the night.

Many rumors have been all over Paris about how an opera ghost or the phantom has taken over the opera house and it’s workers, with a constant conscience of fear. This so called “Phantom” is thought to be a ghost and many seem to think that they are haunting the opera house. One very vital fact of this case is that the Phantom may not even be a ghost at all.

“Ooo, maybe we’ll see a ghost,” I say, shrugging my jacket off in trade for a thick sweater from my suitcase. I forgot how cold this house can get in winter. I remember once when I was little I found a dead bird in the backyard with its

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.