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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: The Essex Whaleship: the True Story Behind Moby Dick

Welcome to Weird Wednesday! Today we’re headed to the middle of the Pacific Ocean in the year 1820, where we’re about to meet the real-life Moby Dick.

Moby Dick is an 1851 novel by Herman Melville, a sailor-turned-author. The story of Captain Ahab battling a giant white whale who sinks a ship might seem unlikely—but surprisingly, Melville based his story on real events. Let’s set the scene:

Whalers in the 1800s sought out sperm whales partly because the whales’ heads contain mass quantities of oil (which resembles semen, hence the name) that was used as a pricey lamp fuel. However, the supply of sperm whales close to shore was soon exhausted, so whalers had to start taking years-long journeys to the middle of the Pacific to ply their trade. Sperm whaling was a cruel, bloody process in which men with harpoons were pitted against creatures with massive teeth (sperm whales are toothed whales, like orcas) and bodies nearly as big as a whaling ship itself. And the men didn’t even hunt whales from that ship, but small, open whaleboats.

At the close of Nov 20, 1820, those little boats were all the sailors of the Essex had left. A giant sperm whale—estimated at 85 feet—repeatedly rammed the ship Essex, opening a large gash in the bow while its sailors were pursuing other whales. No one knows why—the Essex wasn’t the only whaling ship sunk seemingly on purpose by a whale, but such occurrences were rare. It’s possible the whale acted in defense of its pod, which is only fair.

But imagine being in a tiny boat and turning around to see your ship mortally wounded, while between you and the nearest land is hundreds of miles of ocean, storms, sharks, and starvation. 

Fortunately, we know exactly how the Essex crew felt at that moment, because some of her sailors survived. 

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Lost at sea. Ships sometimes vanish without a trace, even in this digital age. Chillingly, we don’t know how many sinking ships put out lifeboats of survivors, if those boats are never found. You could write a horror story about all the ghosts in doomed lifeboats that must sail the open ocean. Maybe a psychic can speak to them, or a necromancer raise them to tell the fate of their lost ships. Or you could have a sci-fi story about lost lifeboats ending up on another plane of existence. What would the sailors of different eras say to each other?

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 On this day in 1912, eight people were murdered with an axe in their home in Villisca, Iowa. Josiah Moore (shown above), and his wife Sarah, along with their four children and two neighbor children, were killed in their beds by a person who has never been identified. And I mean never—the internet doesn’t even have a favorite suspect.

I used to live in Iowa, and I have actually been to the “Villisca Axe Murder House,” now a museum and historical site, and a frequent host to ghost tours. Visitors are free to leave their mark on the rafters in the barn, writing messages which range from the usual names and dates to oddly creepy warnings like “Don’t stand on your head in the kids’ room.” On my visit I was struck by how little has changed, though Iowa has traveled more than a century into the future: at the end of our tour, we were discussing suspects and expressing sympathy for the victims, exactly as people have been doing outside that house for over 100 years.

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some creepy writing prompts, such as:

Midwestern serial. My personal favorite Villisca suspect is a serial killer riding the rails, as posited in the book The Man From the Train by Bill James and Rachel McCarthy James. This is because there were a lot of similar axe murders at the time, all over the country, and even internationally. You could write a story about several killers with the same M.O., or one really prolific murderer who likes to travel. On the paranormal side, you could have someone killing in a pattern to cast a spell or harness a demon. You could even have a ghost train that carries your phantom killer on a never-ending mission.

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On this day in 1948, songwriter Stan Jones released Ghost Riders in the Sky, which tells a version of the Wild Hunt legend.

As the riders loped on by him

He heard one call his name

‘If you wanna save your soul

From hell a-riding on our range

Then, cowboy, change your ways today

Or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the devil’s herd

Across these endless skies

A mighty hunter and a pack of dogs, horses, or other beasts racing across the horizon, making a terrible noise as they rush above you! What could it mean? Well, that depends on who you are.

Let’s say you might be an average citizen in a time of political upheaval and great anxiety about the future (seems rather timely). For you, the appearance of the Wild Hunt may not be so helpful. In some traditions, the Wild Hunt is a bad omen— not just for those who see it, but for the entire society they represent. That’s right, those huntsmen chasing howling wolves across the sky means you’re going to have a war! Except! If the guy leading the hunt happens to be King Arthur or some other long-dead hero. Then you may be relieved, as the day is about to be saved, supernatural-superhero-style.

Check out my Weird Wednesday blog post on the Wild Hunt for the whole story and some writing prompts, such as:

King Arthur returns. This is some Angels of Mons type stuff, where visions in the heavens presage victory for one side or the other. But what if your character finds they recognize Wild Hunt Arthur as somebody they know? A grandparent, neighbor, or lover? Maybe someone could get abducted into the Wild Hunt only to realize they themselves are the supernatural hero.

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 Who is the third who walks always beside you?

When I count, there are only you and I together

But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you

–TS. Eliot, The Waste Landwritten about Ernest Shackleton’s 1916 third man experience.

On this day in 1916 Ernest Shackleton reached a whaling station in Stromness in the South Atlantic, completing an epic 26 day journey to reach help after losing his ship. While crossing the mountains, starving and without climbing gear, Shackleton famously saw a fourth person in his group of three desperate sailors.

And he’s not the only one. The “third man,” named for the poem above, is the phenomenon where people in life-threatening or highly stressful situations sense another person (of whatever gender) with them. The solo hiker has a companion, or the group of four becomes five, of which most or all report seeing the extra person.

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The Evil Leaper. History is written by the victors, and survival stories by the survivors. If there’s a benevolent voice which tells freezing mountaineers to get up and keep walking toward safety, might there also be a malevolent voice telling people to lie down and give up? We’d never know, because those who die don’t report back. Your plot could have various degrees of an evil third man here: a comforting voice telling people to let go and pass on, an evil voice giving bad advice, or a malicious presence causing all kinds of mischief. Who might experiencers see as the third man here? The devil or an attacker? Or still an angel or loved one?

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: Old Green Eyes: the U.S. Civil War’s Strangest Ghost

Welcome on this Weird Wednesday! Today we’re off to Chickamauga, Georgia, to look for something weird in the woods.

In 1863, Union and Confederate soldiers met on a battlefield near Chickamauga, Georgia. The two-day battle had nearly 35,000 casualties—the second-highest in the US Civil War, second only to Gettysburg. The Confederacy won the battle, but ultimately lost the war. Today the site is part of Chickamauga & Chattanooga National Military Park.

If ghosts are created by trauma and tragedy, then battlefields would make for heavy hauntings. Civil War battlefields are no exception—Chickamauga’s got the usual phantom sounds of canons and fighting, ghostly lanterns of grieving family members come to find their dead soldiers, and even a White Lady searching for her lover. But then there’s one guy that just doesn’t fit.

Old Green Eyes is pretty much just that—green eyes, floating in the woods. Sometimes he’s got a body, and sometimes that body is human-like, but most of the time, he’s just a pair of glowing eyes. And nobody seems to know what the guy is doing there. What on earth does he have to do with the Battle of Chickamauga? Or anything else?

Naturally, Old Green Eyes is a fan favorite among ghost hunters and Civil War buffs. He’s even got his own festival. So let’s take a look at some theories about this unique ghost and scare up some glowing writing prompts.

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Creature feature. Some accounts of Old Green Eyes do give him a body—just not a human one. Supposedly, he’s appeared as a cougar, while others say the green eyes belong to a horse with a ghostly rider. The second one is easier to explain on a Civil War Battlefield—horses and soldiers both died there. But the big cat is just weird. There could conceivably be a present-day, live cougar in the Georgia woods, either migrating from a population in Florida or escaped from a zoo. Or maybe there was a cougar present during the battle and it was killed and became a very unexpected ghost. Explanations aside, what effect would a large ghost cat have at the site? Is it scarier than a human ghost or more cuddly? Does it have a reason for still hanging around the woods? Does it still get hungry?

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It’s almost spooky-blue-flames day in Dracula! So here’s some info about ghost lights.

In the novel Dracula, poor Jonathan Harker endures a perilous nighttime carriage ride, during which the creepy coachman repeatedly stops to make piles of stones in places where blue flames are blazing. Apparently, Jonathan has managed to arrive in the area on the eve of St. George’s Day (given as May 4 in the book), a night when evil freely walks the land. It’s also the one night a year when buried treasure can be located by blue flames. Anyone brave enough to go out on that night can mark the treasures’ locations and dig them up later, which probably explains why Dracula’s got piles of gold coins lying around his castle.

But guess what—unlike some of the other paranormal topics discussed on this blog, ghost lights are actually real. So what the heck are they? Let’s look at some theories!

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Just a little filthy lucre buys a lot of things. So Dracula probably didn’t give a flying mirror (haha) about the supernatural provenance of the gold he dug up, but the rest of us might want to take more care. Because what are the odds that treasure marked by blue flame on the most evil night of the year is not cursed? A story could get into different aspects of this idea: where does the gold come from, anyway? (In Dracula, it’s wealth hidden during times of war.) Who buried it? Are they planning to come back and get it? Why would a treasure cause a blue flame once a year? And if you did manage to get your hands on the treasure, is there a way to un-curse it? Perhaps if you give most of it to good causes, or have it blessed by a priest—unless of course it’s so unalterably cursed that the priest dies and the good causes have a horrible spell of bad luck…

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 Hey, y'all Friday was Arbor Day! You can celebrate by planting a tree, and if you’re in the mood to write a story later, you can check out some superstitions about trees and get writing prompts on my blog.

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Divination

Telling the future via trees is known as dendromancy, and it includes all sorts of fun stuff. A fruit tree blossoming out of season (flowers with mature fruit) is a bad omen, but a heavy crop of apples or nuts means a good year for twins! If you put an even ash leaf (meaning it has the same number of leaflets on each side) in your pocket, you are sure to meet your future lover that day. I grew up with the tradition of twisting an apple stem while reciting the alphabet: whichever letter was spoken as the stem broke would be the initial of your future spouse.

A couple of farsighted prompts:

He loves me, he loves me not. The Oxford Dictionary of Superstitions lists a few ash-leaf lover rhymes: Even ash-leaf in my glove, the first I meet shall be my love (recorded 1831), Even ash or four-leaf clover, you’ll see your true love before the day’s over (1846), The even-ash is in my hand, the first I meet will be my man (1978). This, and/or the apple stem bit, could easily work for a soulmates-trope romance.

Something is off. On the other side of things, the apple blossoms and ripe fruit together thing is actually quite creepy, the sort of just-slightly-wrong eeriness that sets the tone of a horror story. What evil could be so powerful that the trees themselves give warning?

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 On this day in 1865, President Lincoln’s funeral train arrived in New York City. 14 years later, the Rockland County Journal (New York) published the following account of Lincoln’s train making a ghostly reappearance:

“It is said that on that night, every year, all the train men that are on the road at a certain hour…hear and see and feel the spectre train rush by them. It sounds hollow and awful. Its lights are yellow, pale and funeral. Its train hands and passengers are sepulchral figures. … It even carries with it a whirl of wind as fast as trains do, but it is a cold, clammy, grave-like atmosphere, all its own. As it passes another train the shriek of its whistle and clang of its bell strike terror to the hearts of those that hear them.”

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Memento Mori. Hauntings that replay tragedies are called residual hauntings. They’re like an old movie, where none of the actors are actually present in your living room, but you can watch them over and over. Grieving characters might be drawn to the scene of a train crash on its anniversary for a last glimpse of a loved one who died on the train. Or they might hear rumors of vanishing-hitchhiker passengers and hope they might recognize one. A character could even contact a necromancer (a person with the magical skill to summon the dead) to try to keep the hitchhiker from vanishing.

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Want to write about a haunting? Take inspiration from history

Find six haunted places on my Weird Wednesday blog, with writing prompts:

The Amityville Horror: Infamous American Haunted House

The Mystery of the Moving Coffins: A Locked-Tomb Whodunit

50 Berkeley Square: the Scariest House in London

Borley Rectory: Haunting or Hoax?

Why the Nederlander Theater is Haunted: Chicago’s Little-Known 1903 Disaster

The Haunted Rail: Ghost Trains

A prompt for 50 Berkeley Square

  • Hold my beer. It’s funny how when you say things like “Nobody can spend a night in this house,” you get a long line of brave idiots volunteering to do exactly that. (There is a related trope, where they absolutely do not volunteer, such as in the story The Vampire and St. Michael, which I found when researching my post on vampires being compelled to count objects.) There are various possible motivations for a character willing to spend the night in a haunted house. It could be money or treasure (as in the movie House on Haunted Hill), bragging rights, an attempt to “cleanse” the house, overconfidence, or curiosity. The idea that someone can experience something life-altering in a very short amount of time is desperately fascinating. Some people are willing to risk death to find out what it is.

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: Benjamin Bathurst: How to Become an Enduring Mystery in Just 10 Seconds

Welcome to Weird Wednesday! Today we’re going to follow a guy around a corner and see him vanish forever. Sound fun? Let’s get started.

In 1809, Europe was in the midst of the Napoleonic Wars. 25-year-old Benjamin Bathurst was a British diplomat sent to Austria to do diplomat things against the French that did not end well, and thus he needed to hurry home. It was thought the safest route from Vienna to London would pass through Prussia. Unfortunately for Bathurst, the route turned out to be terminally unsafe.

So why is the death of a random diplomat in dangerous territory still so famous? Because Bathurst didn’t simply die. He vanished. And according to legend (popularized by writer Charles Fort), he did it in a rather spectacular way.

Let’s join in on the night of Nov 25, 1809: Bathurst and his personal secretary, whose name is Krause, are traveling in Prussia under assumed names. Pretty wise in wartime. They stop at a post house in the town of Perleberg to get fresh horses for their carriage. They dine at the nearby White Swan Inn, and afterward Bathurst goes into a private room and writes a bunch of letters. 

The new horses are ready at 9 p.m. Bathurst comes out of the inn to get into the carriage, and then Krause comes out of the inn to get into the carriage, only Bathurst is not in the carriage. Bathurst is, in fact, nowhere.

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History’s mystery. What if the problem is not that you don’t see a missing man, but that you see him too much? A residual haunting is like a recording that plays over and over on the site of an emotional event. So say you’re a traveler stopping for fresh horses at a small inn, and while hanging out in the courtyard, you see a man in an expensive coat that’s a decade out of style. He walks around your carriage and then vanishes. When you run shrieking to the inn, the staff says, Oh, yeah, that’s Bathurst. His ghost shows up once in a while to disappear and we still don’t know what the hell happened to him. How maddening would it be to watch the vanishing over and over, and still not have a clue about where he went?

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: Borley Rectory: Haunting or Hoax?

Welcome to Weird Wednesday! Today we’re headed to another World’s Most Haunted House (sure are a lot of those), this time in Essex, England. Borley Rectory’s claim to fame is a years-long investigation by professional parapsychologists. So what did they find out about this spookiest of houses? Let’s step inside and see…

Okay, so first of all, we can’t actually step inside, because Borley Rectory no longer exists. The house was torn down in 1944, after being largely destroyed by a fire in 1939. But before that, the rectory led a full life.

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Pious fraud. Pious fraud is when a believer in a paranormal phenomenon is engaged in faking that phenomenon. The classic example is that of a church with a weeping statue of a saint: a certain congregant truly believes the statue miraculously weeps, but when observers come to test it, the statue remains dry. The believer is thus tempted to fake the crying, just this once, if it’s necessary to make others believe. So in a haunted house, this would be someone who believes there is a ghost, but fakes the haunting when the researchers are around, in order to prove what they think is the truth. As author, you get to decide: is there a ghost or not? If there is, why does the ghost not perform for the researchers? If not, what (or who) convinced your pious fraudster so completely?

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On this day in 1959 searchers discovered the abandoned tents of a group of friends near what would become known as Dyatlov Pass.

On Feb 1, 1959, nine young Soviet hikers died on Kholat Syakhl in the Ural Mountains. They were a group of experienced skiers led by 23-year-old student Igor Dyatlov. The group missed a planned check-in by telegram on Feb 12, and on Feb 26, searchers found the hikers’ camp in a very unexpected condition.

*The tent was partly covered in snow, and had been cut open from the inside

*The group’s shoes had been left in the tent

*Footprints led down to a nearby wood, where there were the remains of a fire and two bodies dressed only in underclothes.

*A nearby tree had broken branches, suggesting it had been climbed.

*Three other bodies were found nearby.

*The last four bodies were found in the spring, lying in a stream. Some of these were wearing clothes belonging to bodies that had been found undressed. 

*Some of the bodies had severe blunt-force trauma that likely killed them, and others apparently died from hypothermia

*There were no footprints from anyone outside the group

*One of the bodies had traces of radiation

*One witness at a funeral described the victims’ skin as being tanned

*Much later, witnesses reported that they saw mysterious lights in the sky on the night of the incident

In 2021, a study was published in the journal Communications Earth & Environment which showed that a slab avalanche was a probable explanation.

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A link in the chain. There are at least two similar events to Dyatlov Pass. The Chivruay Pass incident took place in 1973 in the Lovozero Massif mountain range and involved the deaths of ten hikers from hypothermia. The Hamar-Daban pass incident refers to the death of six of seven members of a hiking team from hypothermia in the Hamar-Daban mountain range in 1993. Your story could involve some sort of curse or other paranormal bad luck. Maybe an old legend warns of hikers staying on mountains on a certain night, or perhaps a ghost wanders the area, and those who see it are doomed to be lost.

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: Rogue Waves: Oceanic Monsters

Rogue waves are single waves or small series of waves which tower over the surrounding sea. Also called freak waves, they’re not tsunamis, which are quite small at sea and grow large only when they hit shallow water. They’re just monstrous, unexpected waves, up to three times the height of the waves around them. Sometimes they’re generated by a storm, and sometimes by an ocean that’s otherwise as calm as can be.

Early study of rogue waves ran into a problem: according to wave models of the time, a wave so much higher than its neighboring waves was physcially impossible. So despite sailors’ eyewitness stories and ships with damage high above the waterline, rogue waves were thought to be a myth.

Another reason for the disbelief was probably because the best evidence was no evidence at all. The thing about seeing something terribly dangerous on the open ocean is that unfortunately, you may not live to tell about it, and that seems to be the case with a lot of suspected rogue waves. Waves big enough to sink ships did, in fact, sink ships, leaving no one to tell the tale.

And then came the Draupner Wave

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The Sinking Dutchman. A whole ship’s worth of people dying suddenly via rogue wave on an otherwise uneventful day would be a good recipe for a ghost story. The ship might reappear on the anniversary of its sinking, (like the Palatine Light), or your story could have a modern ship that picks up a few hundred vintage ghosts every time it passes through certain waters. Might they try to warn the captain or passengers if another rogue wave threatens?

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Crisis Apparitions

February 9th, 1884.

In the higher part of the door was a glass window, and I all at once, in the darkness, saw a face looking through that window. The face was very well known to me, though for the instant I did not associate it with the original, as she was 300 miles away. I instantly opened the door, found nobody there, and then searched the ivy with which the porch and house are covered. Finding nothing, and knowing it was impossible anyone could have got away. … I at once knew the face was that of a married sister-in-law of my wife’s. I told all our family of the circumstance directly I got home, and judge of our dismay when we had a letter to say she died at the very hour I saw her. Monday was the evening I saw the face, and on Wednesday, when we were at dinner, the letter came.

W. Goodyear.

From Apparitions of the Living Vol 1 (free to read online).

The story goes like this: when someone is in a moment of crisis, whether it be death, near-death, or just a time of great anxiety, they can project an image of themselves to a loved one. The image can speak or be silent. It can look ghostly— someone floating above the floor, shining with radiance, or resting in a coffin— or it can seem exactly like a real person visiting. Many times crisis apparitions are comforting: a beloved family member coming to say a last goodbye.

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Loose lips and ships. A common story involves the mother of a shipboard soldier receiving a crisis apparition of her son at the moment of his death. The military doesn’t like to announce the loss of ships right away, but knowing that her son has died gives the mother advance notice of a sinking. What would she do with that information? Inform the other families? Press the military for details? Go to the press? Try to save other ships from befalling the same fate?

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How to Write a Laughter Murder Game 

Writers, if you’re looking for a way to be creative and entertain your friends without producing an actual written story, this is for you! 

The Laughter Murder Game is a low-effort version of a dinner party murder mystery game. Guests play characters in a setting, but rather than solve a mystery, they simply try to “survive” the night—by not laughing. That’s right, at this party, you laugh, you die! Obviously, the game is written to be as silly as possible, because therein lies danger. When the game is over, only one person will still be alive, and they win a prize.

I wrote this game for a neighborhood Bunco (dice game) group’s Halloween party, where we didn’t have time to get into a detailed mystery and play out clues—which meant I didn’t have to write a detailed mystery or clues! It was a great time with 12 women trying very hard not to laugh themselves…to death

Anyhow, here’s how to kill your friends.

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On this day in 1921, the ghost ship Carroll A. Deering was found aground on the Diamond Shoals with its sails still set.

The ship had clearly been abandoned; the life boats and navigational aids were missing. The ship was damaged, but it is not known if that occurred before its abandonment or not. It seemed the crew had left in a hurry, as food preparations were underway. But no trace of the crew has ever been found.

Check out my Weird Wednesday blog post on the Deering for more on the story and some ghost ship writing prompts, such as:

Creepy cottagecore.The Deering was deemed a hazard to shipping and was dynamited in March, 1921. When wreckage washed ashore, locals used the boards to build houses on Hatteras Island. Perhaps using the wood from a ghost ship to build houses might lead to some sort of horror story plot?

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Want to write a mystery based on history? Check out my blog for posts about the unsolved past, with writing prompts!

Roopkund Lake Skeletons: unexplained remains of at least 300 people found at an isolated lake in the Indian Himalayas, from 800 and 1800 CE

The Beast of Gevaudan: History’s most well-documented werewolf, France, 1764

The Mystery of the Moving Coffins: tales of supposed unexplained movement of heavy coffins in burial vaults, most well-known in Barbados, 1808-19

The Female Stranger: unidentified decedent, Virginia (US), 1816

Spring-Heeled Jackwell-documented apparition or cryptid, England 1837-1904

The ghost ships Mary Celeste (1872) and Carroll A. Deering (1920)

Lizzie Borden: unsolved double murder, Massachusetts (US), 1892

The Flannan Isles Vanishing: disappearance of three lighthouse keepers, Scotland, 1900

Disappearance of Everett Ruess: missing person in the Utah (US) desert, 1934

Planes lost in the Bermuda Triangle: Flight 19 (1945) and The Star Tiger and Star Ariel, (1948-49)

Dyatlov Pass: mysterious deaths of 9 hikers, Ural Mountains, 1959

A werewolf prompt:

Escapist fiction. It’s possible the Beast of Gevaudan was not a wolf or dog, but another large creature, like a hyena or lion. Local zoos would have been private, so who knows what people were keeping? Obviously, once the killing started, the owner would have taken down the lost pet posters, so nobody owned up to owning the beast. People were not expecting to see anything other than local creatures in the woods, and they might not have had much familiarity with lions anyway, so it would probably make sense for them to call it a “wolf.” As for plots, there’s room for a sweeping historical novel starting in the place where the wild beast was captured, on the ship sending it to France, in the private zoo, and then out into the woods to become the Beast. Or what if it was not one lion that escaped, but a breeding pair? How would the locals cope with a growing population of big cats in the woods?

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Wondering what the new year holds? Looking for some weird writing prompts? There are two articles on divination on my Weird Wednesday blog:

What Next? Methods of Divination

Divination is telling the future through supernatural means. You’ve probably heard of cartomancy (Tarot or playing cards), crystallomancy (crystal balls), and chiromancy (palm reading). Read about some rarer rituals, including keys (cleidomancy), pearls (margaritomancy), and the dead (necromancy).

A writing prompt: The past is present. What if necromancy could be used to solve crimes? People with talent for necromancy do it as a job, and produce ghosts who testify in court or advise investigators. Pretty simple: ask the dead guy who killed him. But what about stranger or older mysteries? Take the disappearance of Amelia Earhart. Maybe her ghost is also missing: tied to her resting place, which no one can find. So the search for her would include necromancers flying over the ocean, performing rituals in a hired jet. History professors could hire necromancers to interview people who lived hundreds or thousands of years ago. What if necromancers could raise dinosaurs?

Monday’s Child is Fair of Face: Divination Rhymes

Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for a living.

And the child born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

(Curious about your day of birth? Plug your date into this calculator.) 

Read all about rhymes that tell the future via counting birds, sneezes, or dreaming about specific sounds.

A writing prompt: Soulmates AU. There are soulmate tropes that involve shared or matched dreaming, but you could use a rhyme to predict certain sounds that would link a character to a future mate. They might grow up hearing a certain bird or a tolling of bells every morning, or even a particular piece of phantom music, a tune only they and their soulmate would know.

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: Omens of Death: From Broken Clocks to Butterflies

Welcome on this Weird Wednesday! Today we’re asking existential questions of insects.

People like to know what’s coming, even (especially) if it’s bad. It’s said no one wants to know the hour of their death, but we wouldn’t have a whole list of death omens if that were true. Traditionally, signs of impending doom are found in two places: the natural and the supernatural. So come have a seat by the fire, and let’s hope we don’t cast headless shadows. (No, really.) 

Some natural omens of death can be summed up as “animals acting strangely.” Birds coming inside the house, a hen crowing (that’s the rooster’s job), a cow trampling the vegetable garden. Obviously, it’s a bad sign (and very sad) if a bird dies flying into a window. This is the same kind of idea as a ship’s cat getting worked up before a storm: animals are supposed to sense something bad coming, and they’re either trying to warn us or they’re uncomfortable with the approaching dark clouds.

You can actually get this with plants as well: flowers blooming out of season are a death omen, though presumably the apple tree is not doing it on purpose to warn us. It does seem a little strange to me that nature would react weirdly to death, when death is a completely natural process. But maybe it’s also natural to receive warning?

Then there are the times when animals act completely normal, but it still counts as a death omen. 

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some writing prompts, such as:

What’s wrong with your dog? So animals can, in fact, sense things humans can’t. There are stories of dogs sniffing out illnessbirds acting weird before earthquakes, and, particularly relevant to this article, cats knowing which nursing home inmate will be next to die. A lot of death omens predict someone in a certain household or extended family will die before the next major holiday, or within the next year. You could write a story about an animal trainer who made a living by providing those kinds of answers. Kind of like Groundhog Day, but creepier (or maybe not). How much would those answers cost? Who would buy them? And what if the answers were wrong?

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This month in 1906 the E.F. Benson story The Bus-Conductor was published in Pall Mall Magazine. It’s one of the earliest appearances of the urban legend Room For One More?

The story goes like this: a traveler is staying the night at a friend’s house. Shortly after midnight, a sound from outside brings them to the window. On the driveway below, the traveler sees a hearse pull up. There is no coffin inside, but instead a group of living people. The hearse driver, a man with a sinister appearance, looks up at the traveler in the window and says, “There’s room for one more.”

Shaken, the traveler returns to bed, and in the morning, dismisses the creepy encounter as a dream. But later that day the traveler goes to board a bus, and finds the driver looks exactly like the hearse-driver from the night before. And he repeats his invitation— “There’s room for one more.” 

Terrified, the traveler backs away from the bus, letting it leave without them. A moment later, a truck slams into the bus, killing everyone on board.

Read all about it on my blog, and get writing prompts, such as:

Destination unknown. The story always ends with a crash. But there are other potentially horrifying fates. Perhaps the bus is hijacked, or takes a wrong turn down a foggy road and never arrives at its next stop. Maybe the elevator reaches the first floor unscathed, but with all its passengers vanished. Could it have opened at floor 13, which everyone thinks does not exist?

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