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Halloween Countdown, Day 10
Oct. 10th, 2011 07:16 amI'm back home from a fantastic colloquium in gorgeous Portland, Maine.
I have exciting news about Lenoir-Rhyne University's Harry Potter Fest 2011, which takes place on Friday, October 28, 2011!
( Click here for the complete schedule of events. All are free and open to the public! )
Today's picture is by yours truly; I took it earlier this year at the Bentalou Graves in the Westminster Hall catacombs in Baltimore, Maryland.
Text of the Day: Today's chilling short story is "The Monk of Horror, or the Conclave of Corpses" by Anonymous (1796).
Excerpt:
Some three hundred years since, when the convent of Kreutzberg was in its glory, one of the monks who dwelt therein, wishing to ascertain something of the hereafter of those whose bodies lay all undecayed in the cemetery, visited it alone in the dead of night for the purpose of prosecuting his inquiries on that fearful subject. As he opened the trap-door of the vault a light burst from below; but deeming it to be only the lamp of the sacristan, the monk drew back and awaited his departure concealed behind the high altar. The sacristan emerged not, however, from the opening; and the monk, tired of waiting, approached, and finally descended the rugged steps which led into the dreary depth. No sooner had he set foot on the lower-most stair, than the well-known scene underwent a complete transformation in his eyes.
Read the complete story.
I have exciting news about Lenoir-Rhyne University's Harry Potter Fest 2011, which takes place on Friday, October 28, 2011!
( Click here for the complete schedule of events. All are free and open to the public! )
Today's picture is by yours truly; I took it earlier this year at the Bentalou Graves in the Westminster Hall catacombs in Baltimore, Maryland.
Text of the Day: Today's chilling short story is "The Monk of Horror, or the Conclave of Corpses" by Anonymous (1796).
Excerpt:
Some three hundred years since, when the convent of Kreutzberg was in its glory, one of the monks who dwelt therein, wishing to ascertain something of the hereafter of those whose bodies lay all undecayed in the cemetery, visited it alone in the dead of night for the purpose of prosecuting his inquiries on that fearful subject. As he opened the trap-door of the vault a light burst from below; but deeming it to be only the lamp of the sacristan, the monk drew back and awaited his departure concealed behind the high altar. The sacristan emerged not, however, from the opening; and the monk, tired of waiting, approached, and finally descended the rugged steps which led into the dreary depth. No sooner had he set foot on the lower-most stair, than the well-known scene underwent a complete transformation in his eyes.
Read the complete story.