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From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this
sequestered glen has long been known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboring country. A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
–Washington Irving (The Legend of Sleepy Hollow)

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#halloween #halloween2023 #horrorstories #booktube #authortube #weirdtales #skeleton #lake ‘Stumbling from the mountains with winds screaming against me, Wet window-panes, and ghoulish hinges, greeted defiantly, Faux bravery secured my soul inside laughing a cowardice jest. But the wind shrieked admittance with an evil, torturous request.’ —Jeffrey LeBlanc (Phantoms of Skeleton Lake) https://youtube.com/@dwellerofthedark?sub_confirmation=1 https://youtube.com/shorts/gaZAcayE96s?feature=share https://youtu.be/3UjTY8cLLPc https://youtube.com/shorts/z48NBlWR2uk?feature=share https://youtube.com/shorts/yQkChZJGTK4?feature=share […]

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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”–Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven)

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‘We lay, my love and I

Beneath the weeping willow

But now alone I lie

And weep beside the tree

Singing “Oh willow waly”

By the tree that weeps with me

Singing “Oh willow waly”

Till my lover returns to me

We lay, my love and I

Beneath the weeping willow

But now alone I lie

Oh willow I die

Oh willow I die…’

—George Auric & Paul Dehn (O Willow Waly)

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“The man repeated the names slowly and distinctly, as if to fix them in the memories of his audience, every member of which was now attentively observing him, but with a slackened apprehension regarding his possible companions somewhere in the darkness that seemed to enclose us like a black wall; in the manner of this volunteer historian was no suggestion of an unfriendly purpose.”—Ambrose Bierce (The Stranger)