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Ghost Tours (3D) || Group Thread

TIMING: Current PARTIES: Inge, Nora, Jonas, Archie, and Helene SUMMARY: A fun ghost tour turns ghastly when the guide is revealed to be more than anyone expects. As the tour group is decimated in service of a mysterious entity, survivors are left wondering what they have just seen, and what is to come.

Dirty gray buildings lined what used to be a scenic little cobblestone road. The old maple tree that used to sit proudly at the end of the road was long gone and replaced by cold concrete. It was a shame, Helene decided, that a living relic of the past that could have survived turned into a park bench littered with obnoxiously colored bags. It was a small kindness that her feet made no sound or that she couldn’t really feel the ground at all. She had always loved the sound of the leaves crunching under her boots. There may have been a stray vibrant red leaf still left on the tree this late in the season, but most of them would have turned a shade of rust and fallen to the ground.

She rounded the corner anyway though the path remained largely unfamiliar to Helene. It had been a month now, she believed, and she was so close to having delivered her end of the bargain. She didn’t like to remember Wicked’s Rest this way, as it was now. This wasn’t her home and the wear on the buildings as they approached the part of town called Worm Row indicated that it hadn’t been for quite some time. The path she followed was the only she knew of the abnormality. Someone on one of the tours commented that the drive they were walking down now was private land, but it was long abandoned. The one shed she could make out at the end of shades of slate never showed even a flicker of light or life.

The group chattered absently behind her as they finally reached a small shack of a house labeled ‘historic’ by the town. This was admittedly Helene’s favorite story of the tour, one she got to tell with a wicked glint in her eyes because the Farfoots had gotten what was coming to them. “This was once the home of an author named Madison Farfoot. He was a boisterous man,” she narrated with a smirk playing at her translucent lips, “They call it the roarin’ 20s now and even by his own account, he was a loud man.”

Too loud, she remembered. His main home where he threw all his lavish parties had been taken by the flat some time long after his death, but his death had been here in this shack. Something about that delighted Helene. “His book The Rest Way Home went on to become a bestseller, though that was posthumously, but their land had a rich history.”

The land had been her family’s once, after all, but betrayal had much more dire consequences in a place like Wicked’s Rest. Helene didn’t worry much about that herself. She’d been long dead, long trapped under the black darkness of the abnormality. After tonight, she could feel something besides the earth and rocks one last time before going to live out the rest of her numbered days far away from the town that was as wretched as its name suggested.

Perhaps she was a little wretched, too, leading her last group of patrons closer and closer to the abnormality. They would be taken under it too. Helene had to think they’d understand once they’d lived it. Perhaps died it was more apt.

“The business deal that led to the Farfoot family acquiring the land that once went all the way out toward the mineral abnormality had been questionable to begin with. Handshake deals often are,” Helene recited, “But it was ultimately a squabble over inheritance that led to the end of the family line. Both brothers had very different ideas of what to do with the land. Madison wanted to build a hotel and shopping center, his brother Melvin wanted to farm tobacco believing it would be far more profitable.”

Their precious land belonged to the flat now too.

“The small house here was a den of sorts where Madison did much of his writing. Many today say they can still hear the sound of his typewriter in the darkest hours of the night.” She wondered if any knew or lived the strange anecdotes she would share over the rest of their tour. The small little evidence of phenomena that marred the path to the flat. “Keep close,” she advised with a falsely cautionary smile that gave some air of caring what happened to the living who uglied her town with metal and gray walls, “The hour is approaching twenty two hundred.” She turned back to the crowd, looking up at them from above her brow bone in a way she knew could chill. Scaring them wasn’t actually part of her bargain, that was more for entertainment value. “The hungriest hour of the night.”

—

Wasn’t there something ironic about it, going on a ghost tour when you were undead yourself? Sometimes she almost felt like a ghost herself, or at least those past versions of who she was. Ingeborg de Jong had been a young girl, raised in a country reeling from past war, the middle of five children of whom only four would live to adulthood. That had been a different girl, a different woman, a different wife — and though Inge might pretend she was gone and someone different, she remained.

Like a ghost in the lives of her siblings, of her ex-husband, of her former friends. Not dead, not really, but not there either.

Ingeborg Endeman was hardly a ghost. She was delightfully undead, but as present as any alive being was — and though she might flit from one plane to the other, and though she might haunt like some ghosts did, she thought herself more whole. Still! She felt a pull towards those fellow creatures that existed between the blurred line of alive and dead, and that was maybe why she was here. Enthralled by their tour guide, more keen to listen to her stories than to focus on her surroundings too much.

Worm Row, was, as neighborhoods went, a bad luck charm after all. The indent on her arm, where a piece of flesh was and would forever be missing after her altercation with that zombie. The presence of a Cortez hunter. The sheer threat that hung in the air. That last one didn’t scare her the way it would have scared her former, mortal self, though.

Her eyes moved across the people on the tour with her, a smile spared to the girl who could cast illusions. Was she here for inspiration as well? Inge moved nearer to her, eyes glued to Helene again. “Do you intent to cause some havoc tonight?” It was asked with a level of excitement, because it would be glorious, if the tiny thing was to explode in some kind of ghostly phenomenon and scare all those present.

She listened to the story, too, amused by the way Helene spoke of the late hour, glancing at the small house, “And how did their family line come to an end, exactly?” That was the story Inge was more intrigued by — she was well aware that the night was the time where the monsters came out. It was when she was at her strongest, when she could appear and disappear at will and haunt any person’s dreams and transform herself into something monstrous, stronger and more terrifying than her boring, mortal-seeming form. No, she wanted to hear about a story of what she hoped was fratricide, eyes gleaming as she hungered for a dramatic tale.

—

Were he a being capable of critical thought, maybe Archie would be able to stop and wonder why he hung onto every word of Helene's. Maybe he would be able to notice that in any other circumstances, this would bore him to death. But Archie was never the smart one, never a man of details, and Leon made no appearances here to guide his brother down a realistic (more like deeply pessimistic) path.

However, as much as Archie was stuck in Helene's stories, he retained almost none of the information, flying in one ear and out the other at twice the speed. And yet, he didn't wander off like he would if his will was his own. What truly caught his attention, was Inge's morbidity. Despite having met death, the concept of it feels so far removed from him. It was easy to remove himself from it, after all, he spent every moment he could pretending to be something he wasn't: a beating heart. "Ooo!" He exclaimed, almost cutting off Inge's words. "Yeah, how did they die? Was it like one of those old-timey shoot outs? Did they have guns back then?"

Helene's smile sent a shiver down his spine. Archie isn't sure if he'd felt such a sensation since coming back wrong. He laughed, nervous but with enough energy to attempt to mask it. "When are we gonna see some spooky shit?" He asked, not aware of what he was really asking for. "You know, you should definitely sell booze here. Drunk people are way easier to scare." He chuckled, then he turned to Inge, leaning in close to whisper. "You don't have anything for us on you, do ya?"

—

Jonas had dealt with many ghosts in his time, but having one lead a tour was definitely a first. Normal ghosts did not possess enough power to be projecting themselves in front of a small crowd while talking, what was even more strange was the fact that he wasn’t the only one who could hear her. Or at least that was what he was gathering from the reactions of his tour group members. It was hard to keep track of that many lips, it didn’t help that he was in the back of the group. He fiddled with his cardigan as he tried his best to keep up with the conversations. He should have gotten Lil to come along.

Still his focus was the ghost more than those walking with him. Jonas had come with the intent to help her move on, but he hadn’t wanted to interrupt the tour and make a show in front of everyone as he suddenly made their tour guide disappear. He also thought that perhaps if the ghost got to show off she would be more amicable to his desire to help her move on. Though her level of power was a bit worrying. Normally only poltergeists were so strong.

Jonas wasn’t affected by ghost stories the same where others were. He had been talking to ghosts since he could form words so no fear was held for them only pity. “I hope Madison is not still there trying to type.” He mumbled out. Blue huffed a little at her boy, he couldn’t understand the conversations happening but she could and she was thinking these people were strange and that Jonas was focusing on the wrong thing.

—

There had been a rumbling in the graveyard about ghosts who didn’t know their places. Ghosts who could be seen by the mundane and not just the exceptional. Ghosts who would bring in a new age, destroy the living and put ghosts at their rightful place. At the top. The ghosts in this town were ambitious, Nora would give them that. Nora followed along the party, in the outskirts, hands shoved in her pocket where another ghost was nestled safely. Tied down by a hair tie and paper clip to stop him from making a scene. The group consisted of one woman she did know and then other people she didn’t know. But the woman she did know was a question, because Nora was curious to see if this fellow fear eater was here to help cause panic in any way necessary, going to help the living, or just in the right place at the right time.

“Someone should tell Madison no one wants to hear his typewriter at night.” Nora mumbled, shifting her gaze to look over their tour location. A man was joking with the professor about getting drunk to be easier to scare. For a brief second Nora allowed one of her illusionary monsters to flicker in his sight. In honor of it being a ghost tour, she recreated the man himself, dead and ghostly, approaching the man, arms outstretched before it disappeared into nothingness. Maybe that would be a good indication if he was drunk or not.

Another man seemed interested in the story and was talking about Madison’s typing as well. He didn’t want Maddison to type more. Nora, having never read any of Madison’s work, assumed it was because his stories were the worst ever read and that was how he obtained his posthumous fame. But Helene was talking about the hungriest hour and Nora’s stomach let out a large grumble that reminded her it’d been awhile since her last meal. Her pocket ham had run dried and now she was scraping by on scraps she could find around town. “Yeah, I am hungry.” Nora agreed. “Are you going to feed us?”

—

Much like the town, the people seemed to have taken a turn for the more agitating as well. Helene wondered if that was just the natural progression of time. She wasn’t sure she remembered what that was like, but she was certain her former acquaintances had the decency to retain their manners during a tour. Really, who raised these people? They knew nothing of manners or tact. It was easier that way. She supposed she might feel a thread of guilt if she were to find any of the tour-goers likable. They were a means to an end.

“There is a bar up the road we can stop at if you insist upon refreshments,” Helene relented with a roll of her eyes. The form she had been granted had been given its own allure of sorts, they wouldn’t go too far, but she still couldn’t risk them getting bored of her tour and running off all the same. She couldn’t bear another night trapped in this hellscape of a town she once called home. “I was not under the impression that food and beverage was customary on ghost tours,” she spoke with an air of indignance, “I am certain you will find the offerings at the 9/13 to be more than suitable.”

Not that Helene had tried anything there herself. Even if she was visible to the people of the town, her hands still passed through objects and the drinks they sold would do nothing to cure the sense of yearning she’d lived and died with all these years. The woman’s question made her perk up a bit. At least someone was interested in the spirit of the tour… though the fellow who wanted a drink wasn’t too far off. The scares would be there soon enough and surely there would be regret in having asked for them in the first place.

“Perceptive woman,” Helene turned to Inge with a pleased grin, “Most can’t resist a tale of family betrayals. The whole thing was rather bloody… yes, they had guns at the time, but their fight was far more gruesome.” She turned to the group with a wicked chortle. “Madison was something of a collector and fought his brother with an ax… curious choice of weapon, really though Melvin did have his hunting knives on him. Clearly… Madison was better equipped. The reports at the time said Melvin died with 22 ax marks decorating his corpse.” It sounded like Madison got out scot-free and she shook her head with a bit of delight. “Madison did take some stab wounds from his brother, though nothing quite so deep or fatal. It was infection of the wounds that led to his ‘untimely’ death.”

The only thing untimely about it was it hadn’t happened decades sooner, but Helene tried to tell the tale absent of her own tie to it. “The house is locked this time of day,” she looked at Jonas with a daring glance, “It is open during the day. I suppose you could listen for him then if you’d like.”

—

Archie and Nora prattled on about drink and food as if either of them really needed it to sustain themself. Inge found it amusing, eyes flicking between the two familiar faces and wondering how many of the others here were like them — supernatural. With Nora’s skills, they could create their own ghost story here, after all. She leaned towards Archie, shaking her head, “I don’t, no. Carrying a flask around is a little bit gauche.” He had a point, though: inebriated people were easier to scare. Their dreams were more chaotic, too.

She raised her voice, “It’s fine. We can grab a bite after,” Inge said, glancing at the tiny bugbear with a look of amusement. If she was hungry, she could use her illusions to scare the living daylights out of everyone around them. She’d like to see it. For now, though, she wanted this Helene to answer her questions and explain why this place was allegedly haunted.

And on she went, lifting the veil and speaking of a family betrayal. Gruesome murder, a tale you might hear on a podcast hosted by men with grating voices who threw in a sponsor for beard oil in between speaking about gore-y actions. “Twenty two ax marks …” Inge found it easy enough to imagine what it must have looked like, but had to admit she was on Melvin’s side, here. Anyone who brandished an ax as a weapon was something she considered an annoying individual, if not possible hunter. The memory of Sanne’s beheading was far in her head, nagging. “So a slow but painful death? I suppose that’s what you get for instigating a fight like that, hm?” She looked at the house, then back at Helene. “Can’t you open it to us? Or is it … locked for our own ‘safety’?” She used air quotes around that lsat word.

—

"Maybe our good mate Madison is having a grand ol' time typin' away!" Archie suggested humorously to the faces he didn't recognise. "Who are we to get in the man's way–" The jovial zombie halted all of a sudden. What was once fluid movements and loose shoulders were quickly seized into a tense bundle of muscles. Leon's face appeared, but it wasn't his presence that stitched discomfort into his features. It was the un-Leon-ness of it all.

The ghost reached for him, wordlessly, arms outstretched. "What're you–" Archie mumbled as the ghost drew closer. Perhaps someone else would scream, maybe they'd take off running and wouldn't stop till their lungs were empty and stinging. Archie only moved his head back when those ghostly hands got too close. There was no horror on his face, only confusion when he blinked and Leon's face was gone. Archie looked over his shoulder, no awareness for how strange his movements might look to those who don't see what he saw. He cleared his throat, and the jovial zombie was back.

"I ain't been on a ghost tour before, ain't got the faintest clue what's customary." He dragged out the last word almost mockingly, a far too sophisticated choice of vocabulary for a man who didn't so much as pass secondary school. "Wait, twenty-two? Seriously? Damn. Savage. They really didn't like each other, huh…"

Features softened by laughter morph into confusion as he leaned closer to Inge again. "Did you just say gooch?" Confusion kept his brows furrowed, but Archie began to laugh again. "I feel like you're too much of a lady to say gooch at a ghost tour." He laughed again, the notion of Inge being an upstanding woman in society was plenty amusing.

"C'mon, Helene! You can't tell us it's spooky in there and then refuse to let us in! What, you forget your keys? 'Cause listen, I can get the door open. If none of you tell on me for a bit of light breaking and entering."

—-

Jonas was not one who was very big on going to bars. Normally when he drank it was over heart break and those nights always ended with him at home bent over a bucket. He was a little glad the woman in the front suggested skipping it. He didn't want ot show that side to some strangers, it would be a horrible first impression. Not that he was really here to get on their good sides, he tried to remind himself that he was here for the ghost and what she needed. Though that didn't stop him from going through his many pouches and pulling out a packet of skittles along with a packet of peanuts and offering them to the younger woman in the group. “If you are hungry you are more than welcomed to have these.”

“If it is closed we should leave it till morning.” Jonas was used to a little breaking and entering but that was usually done when a client forgot to give him their keys and normally it as Lil who did the deed. Though he did make a note to come back and help Madison move on. Even if he did something as horrible as killing his sibling he was a danger to people if left alone especially if he carried anger still towards his brother.

It wasn't the first time he heard of siblings doing horrible things to one another, but it was always a little hard for him to understand why. Perhaps it was his closeness to his own siblings that made the thought of someone else killing theirs something he just couldn't wrap his mind around. Sure, sometimes siblings had disagreements but it was never something to get violent over.

—

The scare got a little frightened reaction, but it wasn’t as deep and wonderful as Nora had wanted. However, she was rewarded with a bag of peanuts. Which was a very bad reward, but Nora was a homeless young adult who, now that Emilio’s house was sludged, didn’t have access to a steady kitchen. Nora gobbled down the bag in one giant swallow, shoving the plastic bag into one of her many pockets. She’d tuned out of most of the conversation until the topic of breaking and entering entered the discussion.

“We don’t even have to mess with the locks.” Nora was good at locks, but locks weren’t the only way of getting into buildings. Nora looked down at the ground around them until she found a suitably big garden rock. “Oh no,” Nora dead panned, making direct eye contact with the ghost who told them they were not allowed to enter the house at this time of day. “My hand slipped.” The rock soared out of her hand and shattered the glass to the nearest window. “Looks like we’ll have to go in and clean up.”

—

The moment was approaching. As Helene watched the group banter and make suggestions about entering the house, a mixture of frustration and amusement danced behind her old eyes. She hadn't anticipated this level of eagerness to break in. Something like jealousy flashed through her. Oh, to be able to revel in such chaos like these simpletons. She was long past the point of such earthly emotional pleasures, but her time would come soon. "Breaking and entering was never part of the tour package," she chided, a wry smile on her face. "I'm afraid you'll have to content yourselves with the stories for now. The locks are for your safety as much as for the preservation of this... historical site."

And then came the rock. Helene felt the hour in her insubstantial bones, and she was determined to make this work. So what if they didn’t follow the script. She would flip it in her favor. “You’re right, child. Go in, go clean. In fact, why don’t we all get a long look at the history hidden away inside? You might even become part of it, part of this town forever.” A sudden cold gust of wind swept through the area, rustling the leaves, but sending not a shiver down Helene’s spine. Her form flickered momentarily, transparent figure wavering in the breeze. Now. It had to be now.

A subtle shift in the air signaled the impending change. Could they feel it? Even mortals such as themselves had to be attuned to such great power on some level. It started as a faint shimmer, barely perceptible, then the earth rumbled, a fierce blue glow beaming from the cracks. And out poured the abnormality. It coated the ground, obsidian-like rock and blue crystals circling the group and the old house. The young man happened to be in the epicenter. The abnormality crept, enveloping and hardening around him in seconds, his screaming turning muffled and distant as he was sealed to the ground, to the town.

And Helene, for the first time in so many years, felt a surge of power run through her body, her real body. She floated from the ground, no longer caring to keep up the harmless charade, and the black and blue substance hardened in a lattice pattern around the remaining souls-to-be-trapped.

—

Inge was not immune to being swept up in the excitement and she found the prospect of breaking into an ancient house increasingly exciting. Of course, their host was against it and she huffed, “The stories would be embellished if we could actually properly go on site though, wouldn’t you say?” She wasn’t even sure if her words carried much weight, as they were with plenty and there was enough being said.

Besides, she was quick to forget her words, quiet admiration for Nora spreading through her. She was an aspirational young thing, that one. Much more skilled and clever than Inge had been at that age, decisive in a way that made actual moves. The window shattered and it seemed something else shattered with it. The notion that all this was just a ghost tour — as if there was such a thing in a town like this, where two undead were part of the clientele and a bugbear was causing a havoc. There was something strange about Helene’s words, something strange about the air and she wondered, for a moment, if she should be thrilled or wary.

There it was: the earth seemed to be shattering next, pouring out that goo she’d been avoiding, the crystals she’d up until now managed to not touch. Hasty boots jumped back, tip-tapping until she found a clear spot — but her eyes soon fell on Archie, who had not been so lucky. “No —” Inge was surprised by the exclamation that fell from her lips, her proximity to Archie rather shallow, but still. He was good company and undead like her, and she very much disliked hearing his screams, nay, his cries.

Helene was rising and she supposed it was time to be wary, or even better, time to run. Inge had never been much of a hero and preferred to run from the fights she got into, and that was what she intended to do now. But a strange woman was stumbling, grabbing her arm for balance and she was stuck, unable to reach her darling astral. “Let go of me you –” She busied herself with prying off the terrified hand on her coat, eyes flicking to Nora and the others around her. Despite her wariness, Inge wanted to know what was bound to happen next — call it her incessant need for inspiration, and stared daggers at Helene, “What is this?”

—

Jonas felt his breath hitch in his throat as the rock flew through the window. He frowned, turning to say something to the girl next to him when the ground began to shake as Blue wrapped herself around him. The dog began to growl as the ghostly figure ascended to the sky. Others in the party were panicking and the young man who started the conversation about breaking and entering ended up engulfed by the abnormality. Jonas’ hand went to his mouth and he gasped at the sight. He had avoided the goo rather successfully until now, his only run in was when he went with Lil to see if he could talk to other ghosts about what was happening, that was how he learned of this tour in the first place.

His hands gripped Blue’s fur as he tried to refocus on the now. It wasn’t his first time in a dangerous situation made by a ghost, it wasn’t his first time seeing someone die either which wasn’t a very pleasant thought. He looked up at Helene, if she was a poltergeist, as everything was now suggesting, then there was little Jonas could do. It would be better to focus on getting the other members out of whatever trap Helene had just forced them in. “She may not answer you. It would be best to get away for now.”

—

Pride swelled through Nora at the sound of the shattering glass. Pride that was quickly diminished as their ghost tour guide went wild with it. Nora didn’t understand, it was just a house, and Helene was a ghost, she didn’t need a house anymore. But rock was surrounding them, eating one of their numbers and capturing them. “No.” Nora reached into her deep pockets, pulling out a knife. She was tired of the geological abnormalities in this fucking town. Rocks weren’t supposed to take people away. “Give him back.” Her monotone was shifting into something emotional, something angry.

Knives didn’t work on most ghosts. Most ghosts couldn’t summon hordes of obsidian rocks to eat people. The others, unrecognizable faces, in the tour group were panicking. Sheep to the slaughter, doing nothing except cry and scream. Not a single one of them capable of fighting for their lives, except Inge, Nora knew. Call it the influence Cass was having on her, but Nora wasn’t going to let these people die because she broke a window. “GIVE. HIM. BACK.” Or he would always be the nameless man she’d gotten killed. Another death on her shoulder. A new sin.

Nora propelled herself on the shoulders of strangers, using them as a ladder to scale the slick rock wall. Emerging from the top Nora threw her body at the ghost, knife aimed to strike down through her neck. The knife slid through the ghost like air, quickly followed by Nora, tumbling onto the grass, winded from a rough landing. “Fuck.” It would have been so sick if that had landed.

—

A couple from the group were spirited, Helene would give them that. On another day, she might have enjoyed toying with them a bit, but this was her time, and the minutes spent dealing with these pests were the most valuable ones in her long, long afterlife. She would not let them take it from her. She brushed at her shoulder as if wiping off dirt, but of course, the child who leaped at her had just fallen right through. Helene took pleasure in the rough landing. “He’s gone now. There is no giving him back. He’s not just trapped, like the others. His life has been extinguished.” Helene looked at the older of the two of them. There was an inner strength to this one. Yet she was breaking, and that made pride swell within her ghostly chest. “It’s a ghost tour, dearie. You signed up for it. Didn’t you read the fine print on those waivers? We are not responsible for any harm that may come to you from the ghosts.” She cackled, like the old bat she was. That was enough of that.

The crystals poured up from the earth, mazelike and jagged, growing tall and dividing up the group. They were fish in a barrel now. The two troublemakers split from the cautious little boy and his dog, who were both split from the unruly, confused crowd she intended to lap up. “I will deal with you later,” she said, turning to the two who knew too much. Not that they seemed especially brilliant, but they weren’t terrified and suppliant like most. She found herself smiling at them, wicked and full of more life than any ghost should possess. How long had it been since she’d really felt such glee? If her turning away from them incensed them even more, well, she didn’t mind. They needed to learn their place – which was as nothing more than fodder for the Great One. But first, they needed to see how small and insignificant they really were. With a flick of her wrist, a small window formed within the tall crystal – just enough for the two to peer through and see what was about to become of the others on the tour.

She floated higher. She wouldn’t let that child take another leap at her during such a momentous occasion, and she wished to soar as high as she felt. Helene watched, the smile never leaving her face, as the crystals encircled and closed in on the clamoring crowd. An old woman, a father with his sons, a large family donning tourist shirts, a man who just looked like a lost tagalong. One by one, the goo spiraled around them, climbing up their legs. As the ooze hardened over their faces, their screaming was quick to die. Helene could feel the energy, the life, being siphoned away from them. A meaningful but meager portion was diverted to her, but the rest would be for the Great One. “Quiet at last,” she said, looking back at the two that remained. She didn’t bother checking on that little boy and his dog. They were no threat to her, and she’d had her fill.

But these two, she would relish giving over. “You two are plucky, aren’t you? Did you enjoy seeing all of those people die? It’s the crown jewel of the tour.”

—

There was a genuine look of horror on her face as she tried to process what had just occurred. Inge hadn’t thought the goo a problem for herself and her ilk, had assumed that the undead could not die again and properly by the ooze. She had assumed they’d get trapped, but that the lack of oxygen, water and food would not bother them — but Helene said his life was extinguished. (Maybe she didn’t know, what Archie was, maybe she didn’t know, about undead: but she was a ghost, and she seemed to know everything and Inge figured assuming the worst was wisest in a high stakes situation.)

Nora was angry, was jumping into action whereas Inge remained grounded and silent. It felt like a betrayal to all she knew, that Archie might be gone, truly and fully. She should go, but something tugged at her — and when she and the other were trapped by crystals she felt something dissatisfying: responsibility. She couldn’t leave Nora behind with this woman. Even if it would be so easy to disappear and reappear in the safety of her own home.

So she didn’t jump to the astral, not when the goo started forming around the rest of the tour’s crowd. Humans, all so very human and mortal in their existence — so very different from herself and Nora. Fear-eaters. Was the other getting her fill? Inge tried to search within herself and she wasn’t sure what she felt. It wasn’t horror. It wasn’t her usual intrigue, either. It was a kind of anger. She didn’t like it when the tables were turned on her, she didn’t like it when she was made watcher in stead of instigator. She did not enjoy their screams, because she wasn’t causing it — and though it didn’t quite break her heart, it didn’t sit well with her either. Especially in the case of the children.

There was no point to this. Her nightmares, those had a point and purpose. What she and Siobhan had done to Rhett, that had been for good reason — but this? This was plainly and simply stupid. Never mind what Helene’s motivations might be. Inge found she didn’t much care about the woman’s story: why she was dead to start with, how she managed all this. She cared most about her own back and also, surprisingly, about that of Nora. She was stoic and silent, slow to turn around and glower at the ghost. “It was a sight,” she said, her jaws clenched but her tone mostly controlled. “Seemed rather pointless to me.” Why kill so many? Death had never enticed her. She liked her nightmares and her art; she liked being alive, and those things were part of being alive. Decay and decease were ugly things, best avoided unless it was portrayed in dreams or paintings. She didn’t look at Archie. She couldn’t look at what had once been Archie. “Well. Then. Now that we’ve had the crown jewel, I reckon you’re finished?” Nothing to be done about those kids, those tourists, the little lady any more. Inge figured the next best thing was to run — but not alone. She looked at Nora, inquiring.

—

Knife didn’t work. Knife didn’t work. Knife didn’t work. The words ran through Nora’s head over and over again. A constant and unhelpful barrage. What was the point of all this training? The late nights of work if the knife didn’t work? Knife didn’t work. Stop it. Stop. It. Nora’s fingernails dug into the palm of hands, gripping hard enough to feel the skin break away and small pricks of blood pool under her grimey nails. She would just have to accept that knife didn’t work. Sometimes you can't help everyone. Sometimes you need to stop obsessing and think. Think. But how could she think? People were dying, people who hadn’t done anything. Nora’s breath was hitched in her chest, memories flashing over her, the hunter��s head rolling on the ground, her knife in Debbie’s chest, now this. Knife needed to work.

Inge was next to Nora, as Nora stood up and brushed her clothes off. A useless activity, considering they were already coated in a thick layer of dirt since before the tour. Truly, what were a few more falls in the dirt at this point? “You need a new crown jewel.” Nora snapped back at Helene. Her fingers reached into her jacket, shaking uncontrollably as she fumbled around inside. “Not now, but soon.” Nora mumbled, a response for Inge. Inge was right, they needed to run. Her fingers landed on a warm metal object. She would need to work on her shock reaction, her fingers couldn’t keep trembling like this when there were things to be done. Nora pulled the lighter out of her pocket. One flick. Two flick. Three. It finally lit. “You’re also going to need a new home.” Nora announced to helene before tossing the lit lighter into the home of the ghost tour. “Now I’m ready to run.” Hands still trembling, she took Inge’s in her own. Boots met ground as a burst of speed pushed through her.

In the movies, the house would have exploded behind them. There would have been a fortunate oil spill or gasoline bottle nearby and the house would have been eaten alive by the licking flame. Helene’s body would have been burned inside, sending her to whatever hell she deserved to live in. This wasn’t a movie, and Nora didn’t look back to see if the fire took. Nora hoped it would catch on something, but she was aware that the likelihood was it wouldn’t take and die, just like everyone they’d been touring with. Nora would be back with gasoline.

—

“No!” As she watched the lighter fall, she called out of reflex, more out of surprise than fear. She had lived a long life, an even longer afterlife, and the work was done. Setting the house alight was smart – smarter than trying to charge through a ghost with a knife. Helene watched, fire reflected in her otherwise empty eyes, as the home of her body caught flame. Old floorboards creaked and a beam snapped, causing a section of the roof to cave in as huge plumes of black smoke billowed out. She wasn’t sure what would become of her, though she was ready for anything. She had new power, but she was not alive, and that old lump of bones buried beneath the home was what tethered her to this place. It was possible the lives she had just snuffed out broke her free of that connection, but at the end of the day, she suspected, a ghost was a ghost, and this would be her true end at last.

Helene could feel her toes grow numb, then searing, sensing something for the first time in a great many years (and how awful, yet rapturous, for that something to be pain). She knew now that this was it for her. But she would grant these troublesome lives no satisfaction. They turned to run, and Helene’s voice, though laced with a kind of self-righteous desperation, surrounded them no matter how far they and fast they darted away. “What’s done is done,” she howled, turning into the wind itself, “you have no idea how momentous tonight is, how lucky you are to be witness to such a great power resurfacing. I may be gone, but so are any chances you might have had of getting answers from me. Unprepared as you are, soon you will know.” As the flames ate away at the house, it crumbled and crumbled, and pain spread across Helene’s ghostly body just as it lapped up her remains. She yowled as her ability to speak was stolen from her.

In place of her voice was a low and ominous rumble that made the air tremble with static and vibration – building gradually and swelling into a terrible thunderclap, that seemed in equal parts to come from above and below. Now? Already? Even Helene was shaken, though she didn’t have bones for the sound to pour into and rattle and, soon, she didn’t have any substance at all, even metaphysical. But the sky quaked once more, and the last thing Helene felt, had thought, had known, as she became nothing but ash, was the knowledge that she had served her Great One.

#group writing #ghost tours 3d #season 2

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Holidays 3.5

Holidays

Act Goofy Day

Alimony Equality Day

Anthass Day (Kerala, Fans of Indian actor Mukesh)

Arivee de l’Evangile (Gospel Day; French Polynesia)

Babysitter Safety Day

Boston Massacre Day (Massachusetts)

Brain Injury Awareness Day

Charity Day (Iran)

Children’s Day (New Zealand)

Cinco de Marcho

Cincomarzada

Cornwall Day (UK)

Crispus Attucks Day

Custom Chief’s Day (Vanuatu)

Day of Physical Culture and Women in Engineering & Technology

Dr. Doolittle Day

Eighth Day

Erotic World Book Day

Excited Insects (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Flip the Box Day

Gospel Day (French Polynesia)

Hula Hoop Day

International CVS Awareness Day

International Day for Disarmament & Non-Proliferation Awareness (UN)

International Day of Energy Efficiency

International Day of the Seal

Iron Curtain Day

Judiciary Employee Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Katyn Massacre Day

Learn from Lei Feng Day (China)

Madison Beer Day

Mother-in-Law Day

Movement Hour (UK)

Multiple Personalities Day

National Dissociative Identity Disorder Day

National Emetophobia Awareness Day (UK)

National Industrial Design Day

National Journalist Day (Thailand)

National Kalpak Day (a.k.a. Hat Day; Kyrgyzstan)

National MAR5 Day

National Potty Dance Day

National R&B Music Day

National Tree Planting Day (Iran)

Panchayati Raj Divas (Odisha, India)

Reel Film Day

Running of the Reindeer (Alaska)

Say Hi to Mom Day

Scouts’ Day (Taiwan)

Spitfire Day

Spread the Word to End the Word Day

Stapler Day

Stop the Clocks Day

Temperance Day

305 Day

World Sustainable Energy Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Absinthe Day

National Cheese Doodle Day

National Mobile Food Vendors Day

National Pasty Day (UK)

National Poutine Day

Ramen Noodles Day

Nature Celebrations

Corn Flower (Happiness; Korean Birth Flowers)

Goat Day (French Republic)

Green Hellebore Day (Hellebrorus viridis)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Rebellion Anniversary Day (Iraqi Kurdistan)

Trujillo Anniversary Day (Peru)

1st Wednesday in March

Discover What Your Name Means Day [Wednesday of Name Week]

Global Day of Inclusion [1st Wednesday]

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

International Board Certified Lactation Consultants Day [1st Wednesday]

National Surface Finishing Day [1st Wednesday]

Spread the Word: Inclusion Day [1st Wednesday]

Stop Bad Service Day [1st Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wheat Beer Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Wilderness Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Witch Day (Ancient Wales) [1st Wednesday]

World Maths Day [1st Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning March 5 (1st Week of March)

Charleston Wine + Food Week (Charleston, South Carolina) [thru 3.9]

Lent (Christian Fast) [thru 4.19]

Festivals On or Beginning March 5, 2025

Elevate Festival (Graz, Austria) [thru 3.9]

National Collegiate Skiing Championships (Hanover, New Hampshire) [thru 3.8]

North Dakota Winter Show (Valley City, North Dakota) [thru 3.9]

Red, White & Snow (Park City, Utah) [thru 3.8]

Tampere Film Festival (Tampere, Finland) [thru 3.9]

Feast Days

Adrian and Eubulus of Palestine (Christian; Martyrs)

Blessing of the Fleet by Isis (Ancient Egypt)

Ciarán of Saigir (a.k.a. Kiaran of Ireland; Celtic & Christian; Saint)

Clive Cahuenga (Muppetism)

Diasia (Festival of Zeus Meilikhios; Ancient Greece)

Eusebius of Cremona (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Orthodoxy (Greek Orthodox) [1st Sunday in Great Lent; 2023]

Feast of Saint Piran (Cornwall)

George Carlin Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Gerasimus (Christian; Saint)

John Joseph of the Cross (Christian; Saint)

Kieran of Saighir (Christian; Saint)

Momfuku Ando Day (Pastafarian)

Navigum Isidis (Blessing of the Vessel of Isis; Ancient Egypt; Everyday Wicca)

Navigum Isis (a.k.a. Ploiaphaesia; Poseidon’s Day; The Festival of Navigation; Ancient Rome)

Orthodox Sunday (Orthodox Christian) [1st Sunday in Great Lent; 2021]

Phocas of Antioch (Christian; Martyr)

Piran (Christian; Saint) [Cornwall]

Roger (Christian; Saint)

Serpent Mother Day (Ancient Minoa; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Solon (Positivist; Saint)

Theophilus, bishop of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)

Thietmar of Minden (Christian; Saint)

Virgil of Arles (Christian; Saint)

Wedding of the March Dryads (Shamanism)

Ash Wednesday [1st Day of Lent, 46 Days before Easter] (a.k.a. …

Askeonsdag (Denmark)

Carnaval (Panama)

Cussing Day

Hash Wednesday (Church of the SubGenius)

Jour Chômé d’Usage (Guadeloupe, Martinique)

Lent begins

Mercredi des Cendres (French Guyana)

National No Smoking Day (Ireland)

Oskudagur (Iceland)

Purgatory Banquet (Gradoli, Italy)

Pulver Wednesday

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 6 (Gui-You)

Day Pillar: Water Rooster

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Destruction Day (破 Po) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: Insects Awaken Day

Secular Saints Days

Guerrino Boatto (Art)

Peter Brandes (Art)

Antoine Cadillac (Exploring)

Mark Z. Danielewski (Literature)

Samantha Eggar (Entertainment)

Fred (a.k.a. Frédéric Othon Théodore Aristidès; Art)

Rex Harrison (Entertainment)

Murray Head (Music)

Robin Hobb (Literature)

Sarah J. Maas (Literature)

Asif Mandvi (Entertainment)

Gerardus Mercator (Science)

Frank Norris (Literature)

Elliot Page (Entertainment)

Howard Pyle (Art)

Giovanni Battista Tiepolo (Art)

Jan van der Heyden (Art)

Hector Villa-Lobos (Music)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Stalin's birthday.)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [17 of 57]

Premieres

Airport (Film; 1970)

Alice in Wonderland (Film; 2010)

Amos & Andrew (Film; 1993)

Analyze This (Film; 1999)

The Ant and the Aardvark (Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

The Ballad of Nessie (Disney Cartoon; 2011)

Barnyard Blackout (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Big-Hearted Bosko (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Bobby Bumps Adopts a Turtle (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

Bongo Boris or The Hep Rat (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 103; 1961)

Bosko at the Zoo (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Buddy the Dentist (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

Buddy the Detective (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

Catch My Soul (Hollywood Musical; 1968)

Colonel Herzl Liar and the Pirates (Paramount-Bray Cartoon; 1916)

Coming 2 America (Film; 2021)

Creem Magazine (Music Monthly Magazine; 1969)

Cruel Intentions (Film; 1999)

Diner (Film; 1982)

Donald’s Diary (Disney Cartoon; 1954)

Down on the Levee (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Drip Dippy Donald (Disney Cartoon; 1948)

Evil Under the Sun (Film; 1982)

Fire! Fire! (Flip the Frog Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1932)

For Your Love, by The Yardbirds (Song; 1965)

Foucault's Pendulum, by Umberto Eco (Novel; 1988)

Fry Folic (Aesop’s Fable Cartoon; 1932)

The Gentlemen (TV Series; 2024)

Hop, Skip and a Chump (Blue Ribbon Hit Parade; 1949)

Human’s Lib, by Howard Jones (Album; 1984)

Industrial Investigation (Criterion Komic Kartoons Cartoon; 1915)

Kindly Scram (Phantasies Cartoon; 1943)

The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula K. Le Guin (Novel; 1969)

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (Film; 1999)

The Mad Dog (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

Mad Dog and Glory (Film; 1993)

Neon Bible, by Arcade Fire (Album; 2007)

Out of the Inkwell (Fleischer Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1919)

The Railway Children, by Edith Nesbit (Novel; 1905)

Raya and the Last Dragon (Animated Film; 2021)

Red Hot Music (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Rival Romeos (Ub Iwerks Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Road to Serfdom, by Friedrich A. Hayek (Political Theory; 1944)

Room and Bored (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1962)

Run Baby Run, by Nicky Cruz (Novel; 1969)

The Saint to the Rescue, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories 1959) [Saint #35]

The Secret of Kells (Animated Film; 2010)

Shaun the Sheep (Aardman Animations TV Series; 2007)

Songs For Swinging’ Lovers!, by Frank Sinatra (Album; 1956)

The Spies of Life or When a Fella Needs a Fiend (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 104; 1961)

Stairway to Heaven, 1st performed live by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1971)

Stowaway Woody (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1963)

Superman in Jungle Drums (Famous/Fleischer Superman Cartoon; 1943)

Surf and Sound (Herman & Katnip Cartoon; 1954)

Swing Kids (Film; 1993)

Symphony No. 7, The “Leningrad Symphony,” in C Major, by Dmitri Shostakovich (Symphony; 1942)

Us Again (Disney Cartoon; 2021)

Where Do Teenagers Come From? (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1980)

Today’s Name Days

Dietmar, Jeremia, Olivia (Austria)

Hadrijan, Lucije, Teofil, Vedran (Croatia)

Kazimír (Czech Republic)

Theophillus (Denmark)

Laila, Laili, Leila, Leili (Estonia)

Laila, Leila (Finland)

Olive, Olivia (France)

Gerda, Dietmar, Olivia, Tim (Germany)

Arhelaos, Evlogios, Konon (Greece)

Adorján, Adrián (Hungary)

Adriano, Foca, Giovanni, Giuseppe, Virgilio (Italy)

Aurēlija, Aurora, Austra (Latvia)

Giedrė, Klemensas, Virgilijus, Vydotas (Lithuania)

Patricia, Patrick (Norway)

Adrian, Adrianna, Fryderyk, Jan, Pakosław, Pakosz, Wacław, Wacława (Poland)

Conon (Romania)

Fridrich (Slovakia)

Adrián, Adriano, Eusebio (Spain)

Tora, Tove (Sweden)

Ciara, Ciera, Cierra, Keren Keri, Kerri, Kerrie, Kerry, Kiara, Kiera, Kieran, Kierra, Sierra (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Scott Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 64 of 2025; 301 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 3 of Week 10 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 6 (Gui-You)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 26 Amshir 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Willow (Mar 1-10) [Day 5 of 10]

Hebrew: 5 Adar 5785

Islamic: 5 Ramadan 1446

Julian: 20 February 2025

Moon: 39%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 8 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Solon]

Runic Half Month: Tyr (Cosmic Pillar) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 75 of 90)

SUn Calendar: 4 Green; Foursday [4 of 30]

Week: 1st Week of March

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 15 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 21 of 30)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 12 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 17 of 23)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 18 of 24)

#Holidays

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Cw death, cw parent death

I woke up to a few text messages from my grandmother, my sister, and my great aunt. My mom died sometime this morning. She has congestive heart failure and was on oxygen. She died as an ambulance was on the way for her, as she said she couldn't breathe. I called my sister and she explained all of this to me. My husband couldn't take the day off, because his job needs more than an hours notice of absence. He fetched my package that contained my cane that was delivered at 8am this morning. He had to leave, and kissed me goodbye. I got up because I couldn't sleep anymore, and went to make breakfast after making sure my cane was a good height. I watched an episode of John Oliver, but I couldn't tell you what it was about. I message my discord friends about what's happened and they're so very supportive and kind. I'm so grateful for them. Carefully, I filled a backpack of what I need going upstairs, so water bottle, ice pack, some pop tarts in case I get hungry, and a little energy drink. I get upstairs using my new cane and I think it's going well. I sit down and open Netflix and watch a doc series about Ashley Madison that I don't care about as I play Lost Ark. My aunt messaged me and asks to meet up because they're over at my mom's apartment to look after her dogs. I say I'd love to but I'm waiting on a delivery for a leg splint because I fell down the stairs. They say okay and to let them know. My cousin who lives in Portland messages me on Facebook and is a little passive aggressive about me not answering her last message sent in 2012 when I was barely 18. But regardless she says she loves me and says she'll be here for whatever I need.

I do want to go to my mom's apartment but I'm worried about my leg. I know my mom wanted her ashes spread over the big tree at Riverbend, and idk if we can make that trip during the height of summer vacations. I don't know what I'll say at whatever service we have. I don't want to say anything. She was a terrible burden to the entire family, but at least I'm glad she did not take her own life as I was always afraid of. She never acted like she wanted to live. She was incredibly self destructive and acted like she didn't have a care in the world. The most selfish person I knew, save for my ex best friend. I always wondered when she would die, because researching her condition always said Maybe 2 months, maybe 5, but who knows. So apparently it really was that bad.

She mentioned her doctor didn't want to see her for at least 6 months. I wonder if they'll be feeling guilty now. I don't blame them. I'm not mad at anyone, not even my mom. I'm still trying to process this. I hope my leg doesn't get worse.

#bmotxt

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brookston · 2 months ago

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Holidays 3.5

Holidays

Act Goofy Day

Alimony Equality Day

Anthass Day (Kerala, Fans of Indian actor Mukesh)

Arivee de l’Evangile (Gospel Day; French Polynesia)

Babysitter Safety Day

Boston Massacre Day (Massachusetts)

Brain Injury Awareness Day

Charity Day (Iran)

Children’s Day (New Zealand)

Cinco de Marcho

Cincomarzada

Cornwall Day (UK)

Crispus Attucks Day

Custom Chief’s Day (Vanuatu)

Day of Physical Culture and Women in Engineering & Technology

Dr. Doolittle Day

Eighth Day

Erotic World Book Day

Excited Insects (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Flip the Box Day

Gospel Day (French Polynesia)

Hula Hoop Day

International CVS Awareness Day

International Day for Disarmament & Non-Proliferation Awareness (UN)

International Day of Energy Efficiency

International Day of the Seal

Iron Curtain Day

Judiciary Employee Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Katyn Massacre Day

Learn from Lei Feng Day (China)

Madison Beer Day

Mother-in-Law Day

Movement Hour (UK)

Multiple Personalities Day

National Dissociative Identity Disorder Day

National Emetophobia Awareness Day (UK)

National Industrial Design Day

National Journalist Day (Thailand)

National Kalpak Day (a.k.a. Hat Day; Kyrgyzstan)

National MAR5 Day

National Potty Dance Day

National R&B Music Day

National Tree Planting Day (Iran)

Panchayati Raj Divas (Odisha, India)

Reel Film Day

Running of the Reindeer (Alaska)

Say Hi to Mom Day

Scouts’ Day (Taiwan)

Spitfire Day

Spread the Word to End the Word Day

Stapler Day

Stop the Clocks Day

Temperance Day

305 Day

World Sustainable Energy Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Absinthe Day

National Cheese Doodle Day

National Mobile Food Vendors Day

National Pasty Day (UK)

National Poutine Day

Ramen Noodles Day

Nature Celebrations

Corn Flower (Happiness; Korean Birth Flowers)

Goat Day (French Republic)

Green Hellebore Day (Hellebrorus viridis)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Rebellion Anniversary Day (Iraqi Kurdistan)

Trujillo Anniversary Day (Peru)

1st Wednesday in March

Discover What Your Name Means Day [Wednesday of Name Week]

Global Day of Inclusion [1st Wednesday]

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

International Board Certified Lactation Consultants Day [1st Wednesday]

National Surface Finishing Day [1st Wednesday]

Spread the Word: Inclusion Day [1st Wednesday]

Stop Bad Service Day [1st Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wheat Beer Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Wilderness Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Witch Day (Ancient Wales) [1st Wednesday]

World Maths Day [1st Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning March 5 (1st Week of March)

Charleston Wine + Food Week (Charleston, South Carolina) [thru 3.9]

Lent (Christian Fast) [thru 4.19]

Festivals On or Beginning March 5, 2025

Elevate Festival (Graz, Austria) [thru 3.9]

National Collegiate Skiing Championships (Hanover, New Hampshire) [thru 3.8]

North Dakota Winter Show (Valley City, North Dakota) [thru 3.9]

Red, White & Snow (Park City, Utah) [thru 3.8]

Tampere Film Festival (Tampere, Finland) [thru 3.9]

Feast Days

Adrian and Eubulus of Palestine (Christian; Martyrs)

Blessing of the Fleet by Isis (Ancient Egypt)

Ciarán of Saigir (a.k.a. Kiaran of Ireland; Celtic & Christian; Saint)

Clive Cahuenga (Muppetism)

Diasia (Festival of Zeus Meilikhios; Ancient Greece)

Eusebius of Cremona (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Orthodoxy (Greek Orthodox) [1st Sunday in Great Lent; 2023]

Feast of Saint Piran (Cornwall)

George Carlin Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Gerasimus (Christian; Saint)

John Joseph of the Cross (Christian; Saint)

Kieran of Saighir (Christian; Saint)

Momfuku Ando Day (Pastafarian)

Navigum Isidis (Blessing of the Vessel of Isis; Ancient Egypt; Everyday Wicca)

Navigum Isis (a.k.a. Ploiaphaesia; Poseidon’s Day; The Festival of Navigation; Ancient Rome)

Orthodox Sunday (Orthodox Christian) [1st Sunday in Great Lent; 2021]

Phocas of Antioch (Christian; Martyr)

Piran (Christian; Saint) [Cornwall]

Roger (Christian; Saint)

Serpent Mother Day (Ancient Minoa; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Solon (Positivist; Saint)

Theophilus, bishop of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)

Thietmar of Minden (Christian; Saint)

Virgil of Arles (Christian; Saint)

Wedding of the March Dryads (Shamanism)

Ash Wednesday [1st Day of Lent, 46 Days before Easter] (a.k.a. …

Askeonsdag (Denmark)

Carnaval (Panama)

Cussing Day

Hash Wednesday (Church of the SubGenius)

Jour Chômé d’Usage (Guadeloupe, Martinique)

Lent begins

Mercredi des Cendres (French Guyana)

National No Smoking Day (Ireland)

Oskudagur (Iceland)

Purgatory Banquet (Gradoli, Italy)

Pulver Wednesday

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 6 (Gui-You)

Day Pillar: Water Rooster

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Destruction Day (破 Po) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: Insects Awaken Day

Secular Saints Days

Guerrino Boatto (Art)

Peter Brandes (Art)

Antoine Cadillac (Exploring)

Mark Z. Danielewski (Literature)

Samantha Eggar (Entertainment)

Fred (a.k.a. Frédéric Othon Théodore Aristidès; Art)

Rex Harrison (Entertainment)

Murray Head (Music)

Robin Hobb (Literature)

Sarah J. Maas (Literature)

Asif Mandvi (Entertainment)

Gerardus Mercator (Science)

Frank Norris (Literature)

Elliot Page (Entertainment)

Howard Pyle (Art)

Giovanni Battista Tiepolo (Art)

Jan van der Heyden (Art)

Hector Villa-Lobos (Music)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Stalin's birthday.)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [17 of 57]

Premieres

Airport (Film; 1970)

Alice in Wonderland (Film; 2010)

Amos & Andrew (Film; 1993)

Analyze This (Film; 1999)

The Ant and the Aardvark (Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

The Ballad of Nessie (Disney Cartoon; 2011)

Barnyard Blackout (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Big-Hearted Bosko (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Bobby Bumps Adopts a Turtle (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

Bongo Boris or The Hep Rat (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 103; 1961)

Bosko at the Zoo (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Buddy the Dentist (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

Buddy the Detective (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

Catch My Soul (Hollywood Musical; 1968)

Colonel Herzl Liar and the Pirates (Paramount-Bray Cartoon; 1916)

Coming 2 America (Film; 2021)

Creem Magazine (Music Monthly Magazine; 1969)

Cruel Intentions (Film; 1999)

Diner (Film; 1982)

Donald’s Diary (Disney Cartoon; 1954)

Down on the Levee (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Drip Dippy Donald (Disney Cartoon; 1948)

Evil Under the Sun (Film; 1982)

Fire! Fire! (Flip the Frog Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1932)

For Your Love, by The Yardbirds (Song; 1965)

Foucault's Pendulum, by Umberto Eco (Novel; 1988)

Fry Folic (Aesop’s Fable Cartoon; 1932)

The Gentlemen (TV Series; 2024)

Hop, Skip and a Chump (Blue Ribbon Hit Parade; 1949)

Human’s Lib, by Howard Jones (Album; 1984)

Industrial Investigation (Criterion Komic Kartoons Cartoon; 1915)

Kindly Scram (Phantasies Cartoon; 1943)

The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula K. Le Guin (Novel; 1969)

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (Film; 1999)

The Mad Dog (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

Mad Dog and Glory (Film; 1993)

Neon Bible, by Arcade Fire (Album; 2007)

Out of the Inkwell (Fleischer Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1919)

The Railway Children, by Edith Nesbit (Novel; 1905)

Raya and the Last Dragon (Animated Film; 2021)

Red Hot Music (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Rival Romeos (Ub Iwerks Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Road to Serfdom, by Friedrich A. Hayek (Political Theory; 1944)

Room and Bored (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1962)

Run Baby Run, by Nicky Cruz (Novel; 1969)

The Saint to the Rescue, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories 1959) [Saint #35]

The Secret of Kells (Animated Film; 2010)

Shaun the Sheep (Aardman Animations TV Series; 2007)

Songs For Swinging’ Lovers!, by Frank Sinatra (Album; 1956)

The Spies of Life or When a Fella Needs a Fiend (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 104; 1961)

Stairway to Heaven, 1st performed live by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1971)

Stowaway Woody (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1963)

Superman in Jungle Drums (Famous/Fleischer Superman Cartoon; 1943)

Surf and Sound (Herman & Katnip Cartoon; 1954)

Swing Kids (Film; 1993)

Symphony No. 7, The “Leningrad Symphony,” in C Major, by Dmitri Shostakovich (Symphony; 1942)

Us Again (Disney Cartoon; 2021)

Where Do Teenagers Come From? (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1980)

Today’s Name Days

Dietmar, Jeremia, Olivia (Austria)

Hadrijan, Lucije, Teofil, Vedran (Croatia)

Kazimír (Czech Republic)

Theophillus (Denmark)

Laila, Laili, Leila, Leili (Estonia)

Laila, Leila (Finland)

Olive, Olivia (France)

Gerda, Dietmar, Olivia, Tim (Germany)

Arhelaos, Evlogios, Konon (Greece)

Adorján, Adrián (Hungary)

Adriano, Foca, Giovanni, Giuseppe, Virgilio (Italy)

Aurēlija, Aurora, Austra (Latvia)

Giedrė, Klemensas, Virgilijus, Vydotas (Lithuania)

Patricia, Patrick (Norway)

Adrian, Adrianna, Fryderyk, Jan, Pakosław, Pakosz, Wacław, Wacława (Poland)

Conon (Romania)

Fridrich (Slovakia)

Adrián, Adriano, Eusebio (Spain)

Tora, Tove (Sweden)

Ciara, Ciera, Cierra, Keren Keri, Kerri, Kerrie, Kerry, Kiara, Kiera, Kieran, Kierra, Sierra (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Scott Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 64 of 2025; 301 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 3 of Week 10 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 6 (Gui-You)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 26 Amshir 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Willow (Mar 1-10) [Day 5 of 10]

Hebrew: 5 Adar 5785

Islamic: 5 Ramadan 1446

Julian: 20 February 2025

Moon: 39%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 8 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Solon]

Runic Half Month: Tyr (Cosmic Pillar) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 75 of 90)

SUn Calendar: 4 Green; Foursday [4 of 30]

Week: 1st Week of March

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 15 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 21 of 30)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 12 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 17 of 23)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 18 of 24)

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madi2112 · 3 months ago

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Go hiking with me! Part 21

The Trail:

The Panther Point Trail is relatively new and designed as an out and back. Meaning you return on the path you left on. My least favorite kind.

The first 3.5 miles were boring. Lake Hancock obscured by trees 150 yards to one side, smaller lakes 50 yards to the other on a path that was flat, straight and functioned as a service road.

After those first miles though things got good. Really good.

For the next 4 miles the trail ran right next to the lake. Often sandwiched between the main lake and smaller ones.

Well worth the poor start.

The Wildlife:

Lots of it! I saw (and photographed) Gators, Raccoons, Hawks, Turtles and too many other birds to name.

See my Madiimages page to view those pictures as they are posted.

The Stats:

This was the longest hike I've done since September in Oregon. The last three miles were difficult, made worse by the most dull part of the trail.

But I was able to finish thanks to the morning walks I do and the reduction in the body weight I was lugging around!

~Madison

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sagarrajput09 · 3 months ago

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Godrej Madison Avenue: Flats for Sale in Top Area in Hyderabad

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wutbju · 4 months ago

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Donald Eugene Weiss, 92, went to be with the Lord on January 24, 2024. He was born to Hilbert and Bernice Weiss on November 21, 1931, the seventh of eight siblings: Lester, Vera Mae, Bob, Virginia, Evelyn, Deloris, and Larry, who was born nine years after Don. He was born at home, on Indiana State Road 331, just south of Wyatt.

During these years of the Depression, the family moved from farm to farm, ending up west of LaPaz. He graduated from LaPaz High School in 1949. He met his future bride, Kaye Beals, through the LaPaz Bible Club, of which her folks were sponsors. They were married on June 16, 1961, in Plymouth, IN, after both had graduated from Bob Jones University. Don's major at BJU was Practical Christian Training because his burden was to lead others into a real relationship with their Creator God! He began his ministry leading Bible Clubs in the Youth for Christ International organization, beginning with the Marshall County YFC.

He followed this work with a pastoral ministry, serving churches in Walton, IN, Stephenson, MI, Annandale, VA, and Elkhart, IN.

Don's parents preceded him in death, as well as all seven of his siblings. He has left behind his wife, Kaye, and their four children - Brian (Joy) Weiss, Kathryn (Eric) Woods, Shelly (Jeff) Carroll, and Pamela (Bret) Baker - who have given them ten grandchildren - Erica and Brandon Woods, Dylan and Sean Carroll, Carly and Madison Weiss, and Zachary, Drew, Seth, and Alison Baker. Brandon Woods married Larissa Mohl and gave us our first great-grandson, Allan Woods, whom the LORD took home to be with Him at birth. Don is also survived by brother-in-law Dwight Handschu, sisters-in-law Marjorie Weiss and Diana Weiss, and 14 nephews and nieces.

Don was glad to "spend and be spent" for the people he ministered to. He loved flowers, and gardening was a respite for him from the cares of ministry. Farming was the "lot cast into his lap" by his father. He did not want to farm for a living, BUT any time there was a farmer in his congregation, he very readily offered to help out with the plowing and planting in the spring if they'd let him! While living in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, he enjoyed working in the woods, cutting trees for extra money, which was the trade of many in our church there.

A memorial service will be held in his memory on Saturday, February 10, 2024 at Community Baptist Church, 5715 Miami St., South Bend, IN. There will be a gathering at 1:00 p.m. for fellowship with friends we haven't seen in a long time coming from faraway places! The service will be held at 2:00 p.m. with Community Baptist Pastor Joe Fant and Pastor Matthew Elliott of Grace Baptist Church, Plymouth, sharing the service. Anyone interested in giving gifts in Don's memory may donate to either of these two churches or to Bob Jones University for the training of future pastors. Online condolences may be sent to the family at www.mishlerfuneralhomes.com

#Bob Jones University #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #BJU Hall of Fame #Rest in Peace #Class of 1953 #Donald Eugene Weiss #Youth for Christ

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infoblogifyzen · 6 months ago

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Discover the Best Flower Delivery in NYC with Lenox Hill Florist on the Upper East Side

In a city that never sleeps, the Upper East Side stands as a symbol of elegance and sophistication. Whether you’re gifting a bouquet for an anniversary, marking a special event, or simply brightening up your space, flowers are a timeless expression of beauty. But how do you find the Best Flower Delivery NYC Look no further than Lenox Hill Florist & Events, your go-to destination for stunning floral arrangements and top-notch service.

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andreanne-ams · 9 months ago

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Spruce Up Your Tennessee Property with Larry's Fence Pro!

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oldsalempost-blog · 9 months ago

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THE OLD SALEM POST

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 33 Week of August 5, 2024 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing EDITOR: I don’t prefer the rules people agree with to live in a HOA. I pay taxes and should be able to live the rural life I love, and have a boat or chickens in my yard. Recently we visited a friend in Easley. The big joke was that we were driving “Pa’s hideous truck” nicknamed by our grandchildren, and in this HOA the homeowners cannot have a truck in the yard. We did not get towed, but it was a good joke, but in reality, it is no joke. Although, I understand people can choose to live in HOAs, just as I choose not to live in one. Zoning, Land Trusts and Conservation easements are forms of land and property protection. Most people say they don’t worry about the land because nothing will happen until they are dead and gone. But it could happen while you are living. Now is the perfect time to keep your family property, and keep it safe from development and an HOA butting right up beside you possibly placing requirements on you and your property. LRM

TOWN of SALEM: 5 Park Avenue Monday-Friday 8AM-5PM. Closed 12-1 for lunch. * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Hours 8am-12pm. A new water line project is coming soon through downtown Salem. SALEM LIBRARY- Open Mon-10-6, Tues-Fri 9-5 Closed each day for lunch 12-1.

Jottings from Miz Jeannie by Jeannie Barnwell Cognitive Dissidence Have you ever been frustrated by seeing BOTH sides of a situation? Here is an example: A teenage girl comes sneaking back into the house at 3:00 AM clutching a Gideon Bible. Among the conclusions that her parents consider are: Praise God, she's found religion! or She's stolen this Bible from a hotel room. or She told us her boyfriend was taking her to the movies, but they really went to a motel! Is the sight of the daughter clutching a Bible to be celebrated or despised? Here is my situation of COGNITIVE DISSIDENCE. I love going down to my dock, BUT there is this gigantic black snake residing under the gazebo. On one hand, I know the black snake kills copperheads. On the other hand, I am chilled to the bone at the sight of ANY SLITHERING CRITTER. This situation brings me angst. What I've decided to do is to retrain my brain to equate the Black Snake to a CIA agent. If I see her, I thank her for keeping me safe. And I have seen her kill a copperhead. She stretched out tall and swayed back and forth as she subdued the poisonous snake and then devoured him

SONY 107.9 WFBS- Jeff Bright with the 107.9 WFBS nonprofit radio station in Salem has almost met the $1500 goal to meet the expenses for a new antenna to be able to continue his unselfish service to our communities and enjoy the music of the 60s, 70s, and 80s! Mail donation to Jeff Bright 178 Madison Pointe Drive, Seneca SC 29678.

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Hester CACHE OF OLD GERMAN RIFLES FOUND IN TREE TRUNK - (The following story was in the July 16, 1964 Keowee Courier). . .How a cache of seven German Mauser rifles came to be hidden in a hollow chestnut tree deep in the woods of the upper Cheohee Valley--as well as who put them there and why and when--is a mystery two Salem young men would like unraveled. . .The young men, Edward Talley, 20, and Tommy Queen, 19, were starting to return home from a fishing trip Monday about noon when they found the firearms near the banks of Crane Creek, a stream which flows into Lake Cherokee. . .The firearms, ranging in vintage from 1900 to 1918 models, came to light when they spotted the partially decayed butt of one of them sticking out of the hollow trunk of the old tree, which had died and fallen to earth. . .When they pulled it out another came with it, since they were caught together. They then widened the opening and found five others. Two were still in fairly good condition although the ravages of time had worked on the stocks and other wooden portions. . .All but one had their muzzles closed with metal plugs, a precaution taken by the unknown person who hid them there to keep their bores clean. . .Queen and Talley brought the rifles back to their homes on the Jocassee Road, near Salem. Not certain what steps they should take, they called the FBI office in Greenville and carried the guns over for the agents to examine. That was where they learned they were German Mausers and the years they represented. . .The agents told them there was no reason they shouldn't keep the guns, so they carried them back home with them. . .Since then, speculation regarding the mystery has run high among those who have seen the rifles. The most plausible theory seems to be that some local man who fought in World War I brought them back home, and decided that the hollow chestnut tree would be an ideal place to store them.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Opening on Tuesdays 12pm-7pm during the summer season. Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm. Events this week: Wed: FOOD TRUCK: BLUE RIDGE GRILL Music: BLUE GRASS JAM 6:30PM Thursday: Food Truck: BLUE RIDGE GRILL 4PM OLD TIME JAM 6:30PM Fri: Music: Mark Campbell 6:30PM Food: �� MAC ATTACK Sat– Food: Pa Chuys Music: FINKELSTIEN 3 at 6:30PM Sun: 12pm-7pm Food: BLUE RIDGE GRILL Music: GOERS & ALLEN 4PM.

2024 UPCOMING EVENTS Treasure Store open every Sat morning 9AM-12PM. For donations call 864-557-2462.

August 24th, 7PM Make Reservations for Dinner and a Show with Luke Riley Smith– Enjoy the tunes of the Big Band Era, Swing and more! Fried Chicken, 2 sides, roll, dessert, tea or coffee. Tickets $25 Call 864-280-1258.

YOUNG APPALACHIAN MUSICIANS– Sign up for YAMs for an evening class each week on Tuesdays at 5:30PM. Cost is $50 each month. 3rd grade through adult. Call 864-280-1258

HOMETOWN PROUD: BEVERLY CHESSER was our speaker on Saturday, August 3, 2024. She arrived early so I suggested Sister’s Restaurant to enjoy some food and rest before she spoke. Beverly reported how thrilled she was about her whole trip to Salem and raved about the food and friendliness of the people at Sisters and at the speaking engagement at ENAC. LRMartin

CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), 580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. August 11 Mel Davis. Come Visit Us! Boones Creek Baptist Church, 264 Boones Creek Road, Salem invites you to join us for regular worship service on Sunday morning with Sunday School at 10am and followed by worship at 11am.

Salem Methodist Church, 520 Church Street, Down town Salem. Salem Methodist is an independent church. Sunday Breakfast at 9AM with Sunday School at 9:15AM and Worship Service at 10:30AM. Holy Communion the first Sunday each month. All welcome! Tune in to our live service on Facebook or view it later on our website. Women’s Community Bible Study each Monday morning at 10AM led by Sherill Carothers. NEW PRAYER GROUP: To begin August 8th at 7 PM at the Salem Methodist Church every second and fourth Thursday each month.

Clemson Rural Health Mobile Unit Coming to Salem: August dates are Aug 13th and Aug 29th Time: 9AM-3PM Location: gravel parking lot across from the Salem Fire Department. They will offer comprehensive primary care that includes chronic disease management and acute care. The website: https://www.clemson.edu/cbshs/clemson-rural-health/patients.html I will update the scheduled days each month. .

MOVIE SUGGESTON: A 2024 Disney movie Young woman and the Sea is based on the true story of Trudy Ederle who changed the coarse of women in sports forever when she became the first woman who swam the English Channel and beat the men’s record by 2 hours.

FOR YOUR HEALTH— “There is no pill that will replace the health benefits of exercise.” “ Make Exercise a priority and make it part of your day. You will feel better about yourself, look better, and will boost your mood. “ (Beverly Chesser)

FRIENDS OF JOCASSSEE FALL EVENT– Sept 14th 9AM-NOON VIP DAY Volunteer, Improve, and Protect. This is the clean and sweep of areas. We welcome divers, boaters, kayakers and more to help! Come be a part of protecting and preserving this beautiful lake we all love and enjoy. See friendsof jocassee.org for more information. Be a blessing this week! LRM

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