#haunted bookshop

[unrighteousbooks]

Tell Your Cat Not to Worry

Yesterday an annoyed gentleman came down from the second floor of the shop and looked at me with obvious irritation. "You don't know anything about cats, do you? Your cat was very worried. I've taken care of the problem. But for your future reference, you should know this..." He paused and said, very deliberately:

"You have to tell your cat not to worry. You cannot simply tell the cat, 'I'm going to get your food. I'll be back.' The cat doesn't know when you'll be back. The cat doesn't know how you plan to get the food. The cat will be worried sick. You must say it like this:

"Don't worry. I'll get your food. Don't worry. I know how to do that. Don't worry, I'll be right back."

He shook his head disdainfully. "Honestly, I don't understand why you would even have a cat if you don't know these very basic things."

He wagged his finger at me, glared, and stormed out.

Strangely, this happens quite often: Visitors talk to me about the cat. So let me state on the record, once again: I do not have a cat. I admit, now and then I have caught a glimpse of a cat in the shop, but it is not mine, and I do not know how it gets inside. Even now, in fact, I can hear faint sounds from upstairs. But that happens every year around this time.

I suppose that if I do see the cat again, I will tell it not to worry.

[dirtyriver]

Is it any wonder I love the Haunted Bookshop cozy mystery series so much?

(From The Ghost and the Haunted Portrait, where the theme is pulp painted covers)

[oktobercountry]

Slammers Day. From a begging tradition on Thanksgiving Day, Brooklyn New York 1910.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith literally jumped out at me until I Finished It for it’s Previous Owner, and then I started from the beginning to read it for myself. At the very least, one of the best books I’ve ever read. Highly recommended.

Betty Smith is almost exhausting in her Home Run Artist habit of knocking it out of the park every few pages, without becoming formulaic.

[witchee1014]

My Favorite Cozy Mystery Book Series: From Murder, She Wrote to The Coffeehouse Mysteries

In this blog post, I share my favorite cozy mystery book series, including Murder, She Wrote, The Coffeehouse Mysteries, and The Haunted Bookshop. I discuss what makes these series great and encourage readers to try cozy mysteries for themselves.

Hey there, fellow cozy mystery enthusiasts! Are you a fan of curling up with a cup of tea and a good whodunit? Do you secretly fantasize about solving a murder mystery in a small town where everyone knows everyone else’s business? Well, you’re in good company, my friend. As a self-proclaimed cozy mystery addict, I’m always on the hunt for the next great series to binge-read. In case you’re new…

[bibsoutdoorscamper]

[aliceaddsocks]

Another old house in the woods I discovered while Geocaching. I think the first pic is a covered well, maybe? Also discovered a Munzee QR code, so now I’m trying that out as well!

I love imagining who lived here and what their thoughts were when they last left. Did they know it the last time? Or were they all too aware? This is it. Sigh. Speculation, I know.

I’m also headed out to check out a civil war era morgue/ funeral larlor that now exists as a lawyers office. The current tenants claim that the phone system calls itself from unoccupied offices, and doors open and close on their own.

They say ghost orbs are sometimes captured on film traveling between the house and the next door building, which is where they stored the bodies. Decision time- ghost orbs or Jeopardy?

Probably ghost hunting wins, as I’m also going to follow up on a rumor of a Haunted Bookshop! I’m a little annoyed that there is a bookshop here in Hamilton that I didn’t know about! Welp, that’s it for now. It’s sunny and beautiful out today, if a little chilly. Hope you have a lovely day!

[thesargasmicgoddess]

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[madcat-world]

Daily Concepts 1 - Gaius31duke

[san-sebastienne]

I will never in my life get over how much better in every way Anthony Hopkins’ Hannibal Lecter is than Mads Mikkelson’s.

Hopkins is having fun. He’s playing. He’s talking shit. He jump scares Starling and Graham because he thinks it’s funny. Because it gives him power in a situation where he’s powerless. In two movies he’s probably onscreen for 20 cumulative minutes, but he’s somehow still a main character. He’s magnetic.

After powering through three seasons of Hannibal I remember plot relevant things that Mikkelson did, but not a word of what he said.

(This is not entirely Mads’ fault. Hannibal the show prioritized elegance and sleekness, in the style of a regional theater saying they’re going to do groundbreaking performances this season and then spending a lot of money on another production of Macbeth where this time the witches get their tits out)

Anyway I love the cool and collected villain as much as the next goth but emotions aren’t minimalist. Let characters be messy. Let them out of their sleek plastic boxes sometimes. Let actors play.

[businesshub83]

Tales Of Mystery, Horror and the Unseen

The Pumpkin Patch Horror

In the small, picturesque town of Millville, nestled deep within the heart of the countryside, there was a legend that haunted its people every autumn. The legend spoke of a sinister place known as "The Pumpkin Patch Horror." Every year, as the leaves turned a fiery shade of orange and the air grew crisp, the town's folk would speak in hushed whispers about the cursed patch of land that lay just beyond the edge of the woods.

The tale had been passed down through generations, an eerie reminder of an ancient evil that had once gripped Millville. It was said that over a century ago, a wicked sorceress named Elara resided in the town, practicing dark magic in secret. She was obsessed with the idea of eternal life, and her twisted experiments led her to create a sinister, sentient pumpkin patch that would feed on the life force of anyone who dared to venture near.

The pumpkins she grew were not like any others; they were monstrous, their faces carved in sinister, wicked grins, and they hungered for the souls of the living. Elara, before her mysterious disappearance, had bound herself to this patch, ensuring that her spirit would live on through the malevolent pumpkins.

As the legend went, every year, when the first pumpkin ripened, the patch would come to life, emitting an otherworldly glow that cast an eerie light on the surrounding area. Those who ventured too close would feel a sinister presence watching them, and their life force would be slowly drained away. If they were not careful, they would be transformed into lifeless husks, their spirits trapped forever in the cursed pumpkins.

Despite the legends, a group of adventurous teenagers decided to test the story for themselves one fateful October evening. They gathered at the edge of the woods, daring one another to enter the infamous Pumpkin Patch Horror. Armed with flashlights and the bravado of youth, they ventured into the heart of the patch.

As they moved deeper into the pumpkin patch, the eeriness of the place became palpable. The pumpkins seemed to watch them, their carved grins turning malevolent. Unseen eyes followed their every move, and the air grew thick with an unsettling energy.

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet quivered, and vines shot up from the earth, wrapping around their legs. The pumpkins came to life, their grins stretching wide as they absorbed the essence of the terrified teens. Desperate cries filled the night as the malevolent spirits of the pumpkins claimed their souls, leaving behind empty shells.

When morning came, the Pumpkin Patch Horror returned to its dormant state, and the town of Millville was left to mourn the loss of its young residents. The legend was reinforced, serving as a grim reminder that some stories were best left untested, especially when they concerned the horrors that lurked in the heart of the pumpkin patch. Every year, as autumn descended upon the town, the legend of The Pumpkin Patch Horror was told again, a chilling tale of the cursed patch that would forever haunt Millville, warning all who dared to venture near.

[leer-reading-lire]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge

May 17: Favorite Bookstore

[dirtyriver]

Taking the week off, went to the Old Family House, trying to walk a little every day, reading the latest Haunted Bookshop mystery before the next one comes out, rereading some TMNT, listening to Bach.

[coochiequeens]

I wonder if there are other authors or subjects this bookstore doesn’t carry? Or is this just a desperate bid for last minute holiday shoppers?

These reviews give me hope

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Aziraphale, you cunt.

[tiny-huts]

The fact of the matter is that R.A. Salvatore is a Masshole and so am I so I have been haunted for a week now by the image of every single person from Menzoberranzan having a heavy Boston accent

[bibsoutdoorscamper]