Darkschunt 
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
C is moving out of the flat tomorrow! Gonna miss her!
We went down to cole's to stock up on food and stuff and i spend on loads because i needed to get essential kitchen stuff like a chopping board and colander since i won't be able to borrow her stuff anymore :p
I helped C move some stuff over to her new flat. It's by the main road so you can see across to the field and the woods so you've got a much better view than from our flat. But for some reason her flat seems a little creepy and darker. I mean like, yeah, our current flat hallway is haunted and all, but you're used to it and even though half the hallway lights don't work, those that do seem just a bit brighter.
Tonight is cold again but the sky is clear so you can see the stars in the velvet blue sky. The moon isn't so full anymore, and it's a little bloated and orange-y today.
We watched Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban tonight. Harry, Hermione and Ron have more outfits in this movie. They're becoming more fashionable!
The movie was pretty long - it was eleven something by the time it was over and when i went back to my room the curtains were ajar. I went over to pull them shut and that was when i saw Joaquinn and Tar-ga outside my window. It scared the shit out of me at first because they've got the most ghostly faces...all pale.
Anyway, they came to say hi, and they wanted either blood or a story. So i gave them the latter...
The ghost which lived under Willowy Bridge.
Have you ever heard of the ghost which lived under Willowy Bridge? It was the ghost of a woman who had a husband and three children. She also had a lover. She was to run away with her lover but then her husband found out about it and threatened to harm their children if she left him. She begged him to allow her to go meet her lover, who was waiting, just to bid him farewell forever. After much tears and pleading, he allowed her to go say good-bye but she must return within the hour or he would kill their children. She was also not to tell her lover the real reason why she was not running away with him.
So the woman went out to the spot where she had arranged to meet her lover and told him she would not be leaving with him. As she had promised her husband, she did not tell him the real reason why, saying instead that she could not leave her husband and her children. Her lover was wild with grief and refused to believe her, holding onto her and refusing to let her go. Heartbroken and at the same time, frightened for her children's safety, the woman begged him to release her and let her return to her family. But he refused to relinquish his hold on her and insisted that she come with him. Time passed by and still he refused to let her go. The woman begged over and over again for him to let her go, insisting that she had changed her mind and did not love him as she had said she did. At last, overcome by grief and heartache, her lover loosened his grip on her arm and she tore away from him and ran back to her house, tears streaming down her face and her heart pounding in her chest. She ran as fast as she could, but it was no use! She was only five minutes late - five fatal minutes.
As she burst through the kitchen door, she skidded to a stop and screamed. Because in front of her was her little Lizzy, headless in a pool of blood on the floor, little Robert hanging from the ceiling lamp, and baby Margret's face all blue and swollen from being smothered in her cradle. And her husband, sitting in the middle of all this, with his wrists slit and a ghastly mad look in his dead eyes.
Terrified, she turned and ran from the house, ran and ran and ran. She ran back to her lover, desperate and with nowhere to go and no one to comfort her with her loss. But when she returned to the spot where she had left her lover, she found him dead, hanging from a yew tree, where he had killed himself because he thought she did not love him.
This last discovery sent the already grieving woman completely out of her mind. Crazed and horrified, she wandered the cold streets until she came upon Willowy Bridge. As she stood upon the bridge, looking down at the cold river rushing below, she thought she could see the face of her lover below her, holding his hand out to her. And eagerly she held out her hand to touch him, and as she did so, she slipped from the bridge and tumbled into the river and was carried away to be dashed to pieces upon the rocks.
Now they say that those who cross the river can often hear her voice, crying out to her dead lover, as she reached out across the gulf which separates the dead and the alive, to hold him, to join him...
But was it her lover? Or was it the spirit of her dead husband, spiteful and vengeful even in death? Is she at peace now or does her spirit cry for release from the cold waters of the river below Willowy Bridge?
Joaquinn and Tar-ga left after the story. They had to go home before the moon's phase draws to an end. But it was nice to see them.
We went down to cole's to stock up on food and stuff and i spend on loads because i needed to get essential kitchen stuff like a chopping board and colander since i won't be able to borrow her stuff anymore :p
I helped C move some stuff over to her new flat. It's by the main road so you can see across to the field and the woods so you've got a much better view than from our flat. But for some reason her flat seems a little creepy and darker. I mean like, yeah, our current flat hallway is haunted and all, but you're used to it and even though half the hallway lights don't work, those that do seem just a bit brighter.
Tonight is cold again but the sky is clear so you can see the stars in the velvet blue sky. The moon isn't so full anymore, and it's a little bloated and orange-y today.
We watched Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban tonight. Harry, Hermione and Ron have more outfits in this movie. They're becoming more fashionable!
The movie was pretty long - it was eleven something by the time it was over and when i went back to my room the curtains were ajar. I went over to pull them shut and that was when i saw Joaquinn and Tar-ga outside my window. It scared the shit out of me at first because they've got the most ghostly faces...all pale.
Anyway, they came to say hi, and they wanted either blood or a story. So i gave them the latter...
The ghost which lived under Willowy Bridge.
Have you ever heard of the ghost which lived under Willowy Bridge? It was the ghost of a woman who had a husband and three children. She also had a lover. She was to run away with her lover but then her husband found out about it and threatened to harm their children if she left him. She begged him to allow her to go meet her lover, who was waiting, just to bid him farewell forever. After much tears and pleading, he allowed her to go say good-bye but she must return within the hour or he would kill their children. She was also not to tell her lover the real reason why she was not running away with him.
So the woman went out to the spot where she had arranged to meet her lover and told him she would not be leaving with him. As she had promised her husband, she did not tell him the real reason why, saying instead that she could not leave her husband and her children. Her lover was wild with grief and refused to believe her, holding onto her and refusing to let her go. Heartbroken and at the same time, frightened for her children's safety, the woman begged him to release her and let her return to her family. But he refused to relinquish his hold on her and insisted that she come with him. Time passed by and still he refused to let her go. The woman begged over and over again for him to let her go, insisting that she had changed her mind and did not love him as she had said she did. At last, overcome by grief and heartache, her lover loosened his grip on her arm and she tore away from him and ran back to her house, tears streaming down her face and her heart pounding in her chest. She ran as fast as she could, but it was no use! She was only five minutes late - five fatal minutes.
As she burst through the kitchen door, she skidded to a stop and screamed. Because in front of her was her little Lizzy, headless in a pool of blood on the floor, little Robert hanging from the ceiling lamp, and baby Margret's face all blue and swollen from being smothered in her cradle. And her husband, sitting in the middle of all this, with his wrists slit and a ghastly mad look in his dead eyes.
Terrified, she turned and ran from the house, ran and ran and ran. She ran back to her lover, desperate and with nowhere to go and no one to comfort her with her loss. But when she returned to the spot where she had left her lover, she found him dead, hanging from a yew tree, where he had killed himself because he thought she did not love him.
This last discovery sent the already grieving woman completely out of her mind. Crazed and horrified, she wandered the cold streets until she came upon Willowy Bridge. As she stood upon the bridge, looking down at the cold river rushing below, she thought she could see the face of her lover below her, holding his hand out to her. And eagerly she held out her hand to touch him, and as she did so, she slipped from the bridge and tumbled into the river and was carried away to be dashed to pieces upon the rocks.
Now they say that those who cross the river can often hear her voice, crying out to her dead lover, as she reached out across the gulf which separates the dead and the alive, to hold him, to join him...
But was it her lover? Or was it the spirit of her dead husband, spiteful and vengeful even in death? Is she at peace now or does her spirit cry for release from the cold waters of the river below Willowy Bridge?
Joaquinn and Tar-ga left after the story. They had to go home before the moon's phase draws to an end. But it was nice to see them.
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