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The Face at the Window: October 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Haunted Songs for All Hallow's Eve. In a pioneering collaborative cross-post with my music-geek brother over at Pop with a Shotgun. I offer here a selection of songs that have unnerved, unhinged, disjointed, disturbed, and/or flat-out frightened me over the past year and in years past. Happy Halloween hope y’all find some sweet candy in your bags, heh-heh. This song’s autho...
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The Face at the Window: January 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Tuesday, January 31, 2006. There is No Known Passage. Fred has a different method of alerting each individual on his list of "friendlies." The method he has assigned me is this:. Fred dispatched me this. Item earlier today. The mansion in question stands a mere 10 blocks south and three west of where I work every Monday afternoon. Fred may be trying to tell me something. I don't know what...I don't k...
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The Face at the Window: March 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Saturday, March 25, 2006. Meanwhile, somewhere in Zurich, an aging gentleman remembers. The only thing for me to do was to keep on keeping on, to have faith in my whim, and remember that for me, as for the saints, illumination when it came would probably come from some unexpected source. Posted by Devin McKinney at 4:36 PM. South Pennsylvania, United States. View my complete profile.
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The Face at the Window: February 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Tuesday, February 14, 2006. Black Dogs on Meon Hill. This harmless, by all accounts fairly dotty old man is considered to be the last victim of a ritualistic witch-killing in England's long history of ritualistic witch-killings. I first came upon the Charles Walton case as a youngster, by way of a brief but intriguing account in Strange Stories, Amazing Facts. It came out in evidence that this man fo...
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The Face at the Window: September 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Saturday, September 23, 2006. Pages from an Imaginary Album, Vol. 1. Georgetown, July 2000. St Louis Cemetery #2. New Orleans, January 2005. September 11, 2006. Posted by Devin McKinney at 5:49 PM. South Pennsylvania, United States. I suspect that it may be regrettable, but, though I am much of a builder, I can't be somewhat happy, as a writer, unless also I'm mauling something." Charles Fort.
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The Face at the Window: October 2005
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Sunday, October 30, 2005. It's possible to spend too much time in the company of the dead even the fictive dead. I feel caught in some kind of festival of the dead that seems to exist in the world as a whole these days, but probably exists nowhere but in my own little mind and the immediate space around it. And It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. And something called Most Haunted Live! Remember te...
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The Face at the Window: July 2006
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The Face at the Window. Weird stories, eerie sounds, vivid dreamscapes, and oddments of the otherworldly. Saturday, July 29, 2006. It was an ordinary Friday evening. It began innocently enough. My wife was out in the kitchen, making her dinner. I was reading a magazine story in the bedroom. End of the week. Relaxing. Nice. Little did we know what the next few hours had in store for us. New York Times Magazine. But last things first. In the UK, most haunted must be synonymous with least active. And found ...
