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24x7newsbengal · 2 years

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England's most haunted castle: Chillingham Castle

Subhajit Makhal: Have you ever heard about the Chillingham Castle. Chiilingham castle's stories are as chilly as it's name. Probably had read somewhere?? Maybe Yes, Maybe No ?? . Chillingham castle is a medieval castle located in the village of Chillingham, Northern England. It is believed to be one of the most haunted places not only in Britain but all Europe. Let us learn about the brief history of the castle. Chillingham castle was built as a monastery in the late 12th century but later converted into a castle which kept switching hands. The castle became a strategic point and location in the medieval ages when England and Scotland battled each other. King Edward 1 stayed at the castle while on his way to a battle against the legendary William Wallace of Scotland. The castle was a post for England to advance English armies into Scottish armies attacked multiple times and took control of the castle.

Haunted Chillingham castle at night. Anne of Denmark, who was also Queen of Scotland stayed in the castle. James 1 of England who brought England and Scotland under one roof also stayed there. Therefore the castle housed royals of that age. The castle had a torture chamber where hundreds of people like captured soldiers, spies and ordinary people gave their life. There are executioner's block in Chillingham Castle. All sorts of tortorus devices like thumb screws, chains, leg irons, cages, man traps and branding irons etc. There are executioner's and the serene face of the Iron Maiden supported by a horrible, hinged and spiked casing to hold a live body. Several ghosts are said to reside inside the Chillingham castle. The most famous was the Blue Boy Ghost also known as The Radiant Boy. The castle has a pink bedroom where the blue boy's ghost believed to haunt. His pitful cries could be heard at midnight and he would appear as a halo of blue light .

Blueboy or radiant boy whose ghost said to haunt the castle. The glowing figure then manifest itself as a little boy dressed in blue. People believe that radiant boy's ghost to be a boy who was killed there. Bones of a boy had been discovered walled up in the castle. Even mouldered blue fabrics have been found. The bones were reburied with proper Christian ceremony. After which ghost of the Blue Boy was no longer seen. Another ghost which is quite famous also haunts the castle. This time it is a lady. The famous ghost of Lady Mary Berkeley who probably died in 1719. She was the wife of Lord Grey of Wark and Chillingham village. Lady Mary Berkeley was abondoned by her husband who ran off with her sister named Herietta. Lady Mary Berkely was heart broken as she was left all alone with her only baby. She alone wandered the halls of castle longing for her husband to return.

Lady Mary Berkeley whose ghost still haunt to this day. She died with sadness and grief and was buried just beyond the castle in the tiny medieval church of St Peter's in the village of Chillingham. Visitors of Chillingham castle have reported painful wailing of Lady Berkeley. Another Lady dressed in white who suddenly appears begging for a drink of water and then vanishes suddenly in mid-air. It is believed that she is victim of poisoning. Another disputed haunting that is believed to be existing is of John Sage Or John Dragfoot. It is thought that John Sage was a depressed, sadistic ex-soldier who turned into a torturer.

The witch who both curse and protect Chillingham castle. The take of John Sage is very gruesome Apart from these ghosts who haunts Chillingham Castle there are voices in the chapel, phantom monks on the Devil's walk as this was a monastery before castle. There is also a story of a witch who both cursed and protects Chillingham Castle. Finally Chillingham Castle is pre-medieval 800 year old castle where kings resided, bloody torture chambers tore human flesh and blood and also be used as a bunker for world War 2.As of current news the castle are open to public for late night ghost tours and castle's outbuildings are available for holiday rentals. Read the full article

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redwineisredfine · 3 years

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Honestly fallen angels based off of ancient Egyptian mythology and embalming have such great gore horror potential. The predatory animals, the bugs, the mummification process, heck you could even draw inspiration from the Ten Plagues from the Bible. I would also like to see the idea of a world boss fallen angel based on the medieval Iron Maiden, something about that particular torture/execution device just feels like it has a lot of potential for something all bloodied and rotten.

Most fallen angel tribes are too cute or pretty, you could list those green pigs from Angry Birds as a fallen angel and it wouldn’t look out of place. Aizen is only 6’7” and looks like some guy you could beat up in a bar fight, Conchi is literally a little girl, and Spectra has all of these dumb and needlessly edgy skulls all over its outfit, we’re supposed to be scared of these guys? The closest we ever really get to something actually intimidating is the Uke Mochi Enhanced, and even that spends more time looking like a pretty blonde girl in a meat bikini. Same thing goes for Tsuchigumo, but at least Orochi looks kind of disturbing with its corpse-like skin and dull colors.

Food Fantasy’s general appeal is targeted towards older teens and young adults, and they clearly don’t feel shy about getting bloody, so why hold back on the creatures you advertise as being this big scary threat that caused a partial apocalypse? There are plenty of food souls for fanservice if that’s the answer, and even if you wanted more there are still ways to put sexy and grotesque together in a horrifically horny way(ex. Double from Skullgirls).

Prajna, a puppet that could easily be made demonic, looks like he hangs out with Pinocchio on the weekends and Sea Bunny looks like she'd sit at the edge of a crib.

I find Uke Mochi Enhanced creepy, but more gross than anything else. I would feel more concerned about getting drool on me than getting hurt by it. Orochi has a look on it of a face being sliced open despite it being a mask, so I find it decent.

With the iron maiden, Bloody Mary carries one around. Something could easily be done with just that. Blend them together. Have someone crawling out of it. Make it a person with spikes and spines coming out. Even have a human split in half or two stabbed together that attack by impaling you.

#food fantasy #fallen angels #bloody mary inside the iron maiden #crawling out to attack

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nukyster-blog · 3 years

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Changing Course Chapter 22) Crossfire

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Ivar was brought back to the shed and dropped on his stomach, although he wasn’t aware of his transition. Unconsciousness momentarily redeemed him from the flaring pain spreading all over his back like a wildfire. The battered skin in between his shoulder blades had ruptured due to the lashes, leaving large bloody gashes.

In a flash, he regained consciousness as his faithful guardian took it upon herself to disinfect his wounds. Although her touch was soft, pain seared through his upper body better than a branding iron.

Bloody cloth after bloody cloth dropped aside Ivar’s writhing body; pain taking over a good portion of his brain. It was all consuming, his mind conceding in agony but aware of the necessity of Piglet’s torture. So he balled his fist and tried his best to lessen the primeval noises that come from his mouth; that of a dying animal.

The pain burned and radiated, it should have shattered his soul but deep down Ivar saw the blessing in his pain, it brought him closer to his Gods, it made him realise he was inviolable.

Piglet applied a salve, which smelled of honey, plantain, and chamomile while humming her song in candlelight. Ivar listened and turned his head so that he could look up to her. The young woman’s face revealed how badly his wounds were; her forehead puckered, lips set in a grim line and her hands were shaking.

“Lay flat,” she said matter-of-factly, which was an unnecessary order, because he wasn’t planning to move, not even an inch. He lay still as hay tickled his face and nose.

Piglet eventually curled up on her side to face him properly.

“Thick-head,” she sneered, eyes clearly upset over the hell he’d put himself through.

“Savage cunt,” Ivar murmured back apologetically.

“Did he come for you?” Ivar asked when Piglet was done rolling her eyes skywards, “last night?”

“No, he walks funny now,” Piglet revealed with a devilish grin, “you’re a mad dog.”

Ivar gave her an all-tooth smile, very pleased with the thought of marking the young ruler.

.-.-.

Ivar’s punishment had caused a change inside the castle’s walls. Although daily routine started as winter swiped through the shed with icy claws like an eagle, the atmosphere was different. The Giant spat his orders into Piglet’s face, but kept far away from Ivar’s box, as if his cripple slave was stricken by the plague.

Ivar had expected the brute to give him another kick after, definitely now that he lay battered and defenseless on the floor.

But the Giant left along with Piglet, leaving Ivar to face boredom and cold. His mobility was close to none, every moment hurt and could cause the cuts to rip further. Being exposed to fresh air would accelerate the healing process; the downside was being awfully cold.

Ivar slept for the most part of the day and was awoken by the fluttering footsteps of the two linen maidens. Both young women seemed anxious to step over the threshold, but eventually curiosity got the best of them.

With large doe-like eyes the two maidens kneeled down at his box and took in every inch of Ivar’s battered body.

Being the main act of their freak show wasn’t actually how Ivar had planned his afternoon, but aside from throwing daggers with his eyes there wasn’t much he could do about it.

One of the two maidens then did something unexpected, she clasped her hands together and started a soft prayer while the other placed two thick woolen blankets next to his trough.

After a brief hail Mary, both maidens hurried to get up and fled the shed, leaving Ivar completely dumbstruck.

That same event occurred two more times with different people. A peasant mother and daughter snuck inside the stable to behold Ivar’s beat down form and placed a bowl of goat milk aside his box before leaving. Two youngsters ogled him for a while before daring to enter the stable and, instead of throwing stones, left one of their most treasured possessions; a sling and a wooden miniature toy horse.

Piglet was less humble about entering and burst out laughing when she noticed all the gifted items. Shaking her head, she nicked the milk and brought it closer to Ivar. It was awkward drinking milk while lying flat, but Ivar managed without spilling too much.

“Ivar the bloody,” Piglet sniggered and drank some herself, “martyr.”

And so, Ivar learned he’d been given a new nickname among the poor population of de Haar. ‘De martelaar’, The Martyr, as Piglet put it. She explained as good as her Nordish vocabulary allowed her that a martyr was someone who suffered persecution and death for advocating a religious belief or for a good cause. Apparently, Piglet’s life was useless, yet her virtue was considered sacred enough to fight and nearly die for in the eyes of the slaves, serfs and servants.

Although Ivar completely despised the way his punishment was now silently considered a holy statement, he did enjoy the benefits; proper food, warmth in forms of decent clothing and blankets. And he must admit, the smoldering eyes of the female population fully in awe of his quote on quote ‘scars of true heroism’, flattered his ego greatly.

Piglet managed to keep her lips in a proper shape and hands clasped together as she registered all the gifts and from time to time ushered spectators out who dared to take too much time of the healing martyr.

After a few days Ivar managed to turn on his side without rupturing the gashes, Piglet wasn’t happy with it, but Ivar had to place himself in another position. Laying still for an extended amount of time caused so much ache in his legs he’d rather cut his own skin open again.

His body was no longer an unblemished canvas, but he had come to treasure his first won symbols of victory. He victored a Christian death, for even his crippled body was stronger than that of the enemy.

Was Ivar simply a stubborn young man, willing himself to survive torture, or did he lay there as something sacred in the punishment brought upon him?

Whatever it was, his new near holy status made it possible to survive the upcoming cold. The Giant did not bother him and stayed away from the shed.

It even placed him on a pedestal of the more fortunate of castle De Haar...

.-.-.

A week. It took Ivar a week to be able to place himself into a sitting position. It hurt, badly and he couldn’t maintain the position for long, for it was impossible to place his back against the solidness of a wall.

But it allowed him to massage his legs. Kneading his calloused fingers into the poor muscle tone of his calves his heart ached for a hot bath. And the warmth of a fire. And the satisfaction of a belly filled with mead.

The fallen prince extended his wish-list and glanced up puzzled as the door creaked. It was an odd hour for his so-called worshippers to risk a peek. Everyone should be working, it was way past lunch.

Cocooned in the finest of silk and furs, the fair maiden desecrated her sandals as she tiptoed into the shed. Ivar’s mouth dropped as she came closer, Kattegat was known for their beautiful women but this maiden outshone them all.

He could not breath, eyes drawn to her golden locks that gently caressed its way down to her neck, reaching her bosom. If her God was real, Ivar told himself, then this woman was one of His masterpieces.

She was scared, petrified. Ivar failed to find reason in her fright, for he was still recovering and enchained for the matter. Her hurried glances over her shoulder revealed her true dread; she wasn’t supposed to be here.

Now, this drew Ivar’s full attention. Why would a noblewoman, with so much to lose, put herself at risk for a crippled? Now this was interesting.

She kneeled down, and with that pulled her cloak around her tighter to stave off the keen wind. Closing her eyes, the fair maiden started to pray, clasping her hands together and bowing her head.

Now this was very interesting. Her submissive demeanor drew Ivar closer. As his chains rattled, the fair maiden hunched further forward and trembled. Oh, she was scared, a lamb willingly walking into a lion's den. And why, for gossip and rumors spread by her lessers?

Ivar edged closer, as close as the chains allowed him. And he waited for the fair maiden to finish her prayer, out of curiosity, for he wondered what she’d do next as she’d face him from up close. Lowering her trembling hands the fair maiden found enough bravery in her heart to look up. And her eyes, they were, in one word, beautiful. Her eyes were a perfect spring sky and along with terror they were incarnated with sanctity.

Ivar found himself bizarrely fascinated by the fair maiden’s utter devotion of her faith. She was risking hers to lay eyes on his skin, for he who was De Martelaar.

With one swift move Ivar grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. She was close, so close that he could see her heartbeat gallop underneath the fair skin of her neck. She smelled of rose water and jasmine, pure and unblemished.

Ivar looked down at her trembling hands, her ring finger still lacking a wedding ring.

“Poor little lamb, you’re sold off to a monster,” Ivar murmured with pity, “but I bet you already know that.” Their eyes locked like magnets and although the fair maiden couldn’t understand his language, his humble bit of sympathy didn’t go by unnoticed. With wide eyes she watched as the crippled martyr slowly rose his free hand and pressed his index finger down in between her brows. She took in a sharp breath as he drew a small cross and spoke a blessing with sencernity:

“God zegene u.”

They were the words their holy man spoke at the end of every service. Ivar didn’t know the depth of the words, but witnessing how the fear drained from her face and got restored with hope, he knew he did little right today.

“How lost you must be, if you perceive me as something biblical,” Ivar scoffed soft, lips turning in a sideway smirk, very pleased that she still allowed him to touch her. A noblewoman on her knees in filth and animal dung, so desperately in need to find a shatter of hope.

Ivar’s fingers ran down the bridge of her nose fully aware that he was playing with fire, enough to burn the entire castle down.

Ivar did not know what emotion drove him, was it a simple payback in regards to her fiance? Was it selfishness? Weakness? Lust? Or a simple consideration towards a beautiful young woman, to briefly veil her from the terrible truth; that she was going to be married to a monster?

Whatever it was, Ivar kissed the fair maiden and the world fell away. The touch was light and soft, comforting in ways words would never be, for language was their barrier. His hand moved and rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled.

The sounds of a tearing potato bag broke their spell. The fair maiden jerked her head in the direction of the sound and Ivar managed to look over her shoulder.

Piglet lingered in the doorway, holding the torn bag against her chest with a pile of potatoes spread around her feet. Still as a statue the slave gawked at the scene in front of her.

It was the fair maiden who broke the awful silence. As being touched by fire she jolted back, struggling to get on her feet. Shame-faced she whispered something to Piglet and managed to shove something in her hands before evacuating the shed.

Piglet managed a deadpan expression all while striding with large steps into Ivar’s box. There she exploded, beating her fists into his chest and smacking him across the face.

Alongside the curses in her mother tongue she managed to slip in some Nordish:

“Thick-head, do you have a death wish?!” She repeated numerous times before dropping on her knees and staring up skywards.

“IDIOT!” She exclaimed and thrusted her fists into the ground. “Hamar! Stupid idiot!” When Ivar failed to speak she crawled back on her feet and marched off. At the doorway she took a small pause and threw the fair maidens item across the shed.

Ivar played marble until he no longer could see the back of Piglet’s head before reaching forwards in the way. He picked up a woman’s necklace. A golden cross dangling at the end.

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A/N Yeah, so this happened. This was not supposed to happen. But then again, Ivar is into blondes so yeah maybe I shouldn’t have let her get down on her knees. Also I didn’t have the intentions of making Ivar a Martyr, but it’ll get the pair of them through winter and c’mon you know how good this is for his ego. Mister God complex. But fuck, why did they had to kiss. Yes I’ll I seriously need to recover from this.

Also ‘God zegene U’, means ‘God Bless you’ in Dutch. So at least he blessed her before making out with the fiance of the guy who’s responsible for tearing his entire back open. I’m team Piglet with this one, he’s a complete and utter idiot.

So, what are your thoughts of our young Prince smoothing up with the WORST OPTION in the entire castle….

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toogoodmusic · 3 years

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THE TOO GOOD TEN with Hand Made House

Los Angeles pop band Hand Made House - made up of life-long friends Tucker Click (lead vocals) and Josh Nardine (drums) with Maison Thomas-Eudy (guitar/vocals) and Amin Mortada (guitar/vocals) - celebrate the release of their latest single, “Like The Weather” which follows up the seven song project Honestly, Honesty that released late last year. “Like The Weather” gives fans a taste of an edgier side of pop for the four-piece band and one that they’re excited to explore. Get to know know about the new song and the guys of Hand Made House by checking out their Too Good Ten interview below:

1. Hand Made House was originally started and created while pursuing degrees at Berklee College of Music. What aspects/techniques/advice from your time there do you still implement in your music or personal lives?

TUCKER: I think we learned to time manage well. We were working, going to school, and trying to start a band from the ground up. I personally took a lot of inspiration out of being surrounded by such talented people all the time as well. I had some professors that really believed in me and the band and I think that set me on fire with direction and drive.

JOSH: Obviously many of us have direct skill sets that we learned from being at Berklee whether that be production, songwriting, or music business. But one of the best things I feel we learned at Berklee was how to be in a band. Berklee gave us the opportunity to mess up and learn as we go without major consequence. We learned how to build our business and write with people. I attribute a lot of our growth to that community whether we knew it or not.

2. Hand Made House is such an interesting and cool name for a band. What’s the story behind it?

TUCKER: I was writing a song about my friend who was going through a really difficult time and was feeling very alone. The last verse of the song had the lines:

“If hand made house / And heart makes home / You’ve got what it takes / To build one of your very own”

I felt like we had built a home within our band and it felt like we had built it from the ground up. I remember telling the other guys I wanted that to be our “thing” we bring to the music industry. I want our fans to want to feel like a community when they come to ours shows. So, we pulled that line and named the band!

3. Being in a band can feel more like being in a family which can have its benefits and challenges. What’s each member’s strongest contribution to the band? How do you guys normally sort out creative differences?

MAISON: Yeah, I feel like we can identify as a family more than most since most of us live together and have lived together for years. We always talk about just how crazy it is that it just works. I mean, we obviously have our moments but we usually sort everything out when it comes up. I don’t think we ever leave a room still dwelling on a problem - we always just talk it out until everyone is back to messing around again. As far as strengths, I think Tucker and Josh have a really good sense of organization. They are the ones to make sure projects get done. Tucker always pushes people to be their best selves and do everything they need to. Josh is always right there with him doing the fun nitty gritty behind the scenes stuff. Amin is the most creatively driven, he always wants to write new stuff and sends new ideas to our group chat every week. I’ll throw my strengths to comic relief.

AMIN: Generally, all our songs are collaborations within the entire band. Usually, Josh and I are heavily involved in the early stages of a song. We’ll workshop an instrumental track a few times before its picked up by Tucker and Maison to be developed even further. When it comes to dealing with creative differences I take the approach of thinking about what’s best for the song rather than what I think is right for me. I think it’s important to separate your emotional attachment from an idea and look at the bigger picture. Generally when the band is running things that way we come to an agreement/compromise much faster.

4. Congrats on the release of “Like The Weather” which you guys have described as your “edgy comeback” after last year’s pop-driven EP, Honestly, Honesty. What was the inspiration behind this one? Why did you feel inclined to comeback “edgy” than straight pop-focused?

TUCKER: I remember writing this on our drive to LA, while we were still releasing Honestly, Honesty. I think I had a lot of bitterness from being stuck inside due to quarantine and was generally upset with the direction of the music industry at the time. I also had a conversation with Amin and Josh about how I was getting serious imposter syndrome about our last EP, because they’re generally happy songs, and I simply wasn’t happy. I feel like “Like the Weather” is my first touch on a slightly different lyrical style I’ve always wanted to do, and pushes us in a direction I’ve always wanted to try.

JOSH: You know, for the most part we all come from Rock/Punk backgrounds. It’s what we all grew up on and pulling from that felt right for us. About a year ago we had a pretty strong realization while writing Honestly, Honesty about what our identity and sound as a band would be and could be. Back then we struggled to know what the right move was when we were writing those “pop” songs that made it on that EP. We didn’t know how we could possibly transition to that sound and It was a bit of an identity crisis for us as a band. I think we all realized the nature of modern music is very Genre-Fluid and that’s been the approach we’ve taken ever since. “Like The Weather” I feel is the culmination of all those things. I think it’s the beginning of Hand Made House working to create music without restraint.

5. One of the lyrics in "Like The Weather” is “I get drunk / I go and get tattoos” What’s every members go-to drink order when out at a bar? Have you guys drunkenly gotten tattoos before?

TUCKER: It depends on the bar, but I have to say - I love a margarita. And funny enough, the first month of quarantine I gave myself a stick and poke tattoo at like 5 AM after a night of multiple spicy margaritas. It turned out surprisingly good.

MAISON: Well, I’m definitely allergic to alcohol. So, probably water. However, I do wish I could drunkenly get tattoos. One time I had a dream I got a tattoo, and I still want that tattoo.

AMIN: If it’s the afternoon, definitely a Bloody Mary. Night time, I’ll take a nice IPA. Yup...I don’t wanna talk about it.

JOSH: I’m not a big drinker, in fact I barely ever. However margaritas are really wonderful mostly for the salt rim.

6. You guys recently played the Music Lives 2021 Live Stream festival. What was the experience like? What’s one of the biggest learnings from putting together a performance for a massive live stream like that?

AMIN: Honestly, it was just like any rehearsal. You guys got a sneak peak of what rehearsal looks like during that show. It was super fun and its a great feeling being part of such a great line up.

JOSH: It was a ton of fun! I think it was cathartic for all of us knowing we haven’t played a show in over a year. Playing that set was one of the first times in a while I felt like I was really performing for someone even though it was over a computer screen.

7. How was it finding out your single “In Bloom” had gained traction without much promotion? Does it make you rethink promotion strategies each release?

TUCKER: It was really interesting to see “In Bloom” grow the way it did. “Through You” had been our biggest song for over a year, and “In Bloom” slowly grew until it popped up to our #1 spot. I think it goes to show that - even if we promote a song a ton, the people will always listen to what they want to listen to. Especially with indie artists like us who don’t have the means to promote a song like major label artists do.

8. What’s one piece of advice or quote – related to career or life – that you wish you would’ve known sooner?

TUCKER: Success is all a mentality. I know there are people who wish they could be in my shoes, just as much as I wish I could be in other people’s. I think it’s important to realize where you’re at currently, respect that spot and continue to try and grow.

MAISON: As far as career advise, growing up with family in the industry and spending so much time with people working at the top of their career paths. I’ve learned that just being a good person and fun to be with will get you far. Other than that, my dad told me once, “be better” not meaning that I was doing bad or that I wasn’t “reaching expectations”. He just wanted me to be better than my own expectations or limitations that I put on myself. As small and simple as it was, I think about it everyday.

9. For each member, if you could only listen to (5) artists for the rest of your life who would they be?

MAISON:

Kings of Leon

Young The Giant

Nothing But Thieves

Foo Fighters

The Band CAMINO

TUCKER:

Nothing But Thieves

Lil Peep

Phoebe Bridgers

The 1975

Frank Ocean

AMIN:

A Tribe Called Quest

Stevie Wonder

Children of Bodom

Steel Pulse

Iron Maiden

JOSH:

Elton John

Jesse McCartney

Frank Sinatra

The Fray

James Taylor

10. What’s the rest of 2021 look like for Hand Made House?

TUCKER: It’s hard to tell for sure with the state of everything that’s going on, but I think we’ll start playing shows again once we feel it’s responsible. I think we’ll be releasing new music that’s outside the box for us, and continue doing what we do best - playing shows and writing music!

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The Too Good Ten interview series is dedicated to giving you a quick glimpse at some of the freshest voices in music. Ten Questions. One Artist. Too Good. Let’s go.

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book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure · 7 years

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A Book Boys’ Halloween #2

Imagine: Camping out with the Marauders and sharing scary stories on Halloween.

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A/N: DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T LIKE SCARY STORIES! Also, I just combined all the versions of Bloody Mary I’ve heard, so it’s not necessarily accurate.

You were camped out on Hogwarts’ grounds with your best friends, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. It was Halloween, you had just enjoyed the feast full of amazing treats, and Sirius had suggested you camped out outside for the night before the snow came. You snuck out under James’ invisibility cloak, and set up a disillusionment charm around your campsite.

“We should tell some scary stories!” James suggests. The boys begin arguing about which story to tell, all of them mentioning myths and stories that all wizard children hear, you decided it would be more fun to tell them a Muggle story that they’ve never heard.

“I have a story,” They all shut up and turn to you. You turn off all the lanterns in your tent and illuminate your face with the small light of your wand, “Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a young woman named Mary. Mary was incredibly vain; she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Mary believed that bathing with the blood of young girls would preserve her beauty. Over the years, she tortured and killed 600 young girls with hot pokers, iron maidens, pins, blades, and freezing water. Eventually, the kingdom found out about Mary’s crimes, and she was walled alive in her own castle, the last thing she saw before they put the last brick in was her own face staring back at her from the mirror across the hall.”

The boys were staring at you wide-eyed, you chuckle at their reactions and continue, “Legend has it, if you shut off the lights, go in front of a mirror, and say the name “Bloody Mary” three times, she will appear. If you see her face in the mirror, either she will rip your eyes out, your dead body will found covered in claw marks, or you will disappear and be trapped inside the mirror with Mary for the rest of eternity.”

James and Sirius looked impressed by the story and Remus looked very skeptical, but Peter on the other hand looked terrified, “What’s wrong Peter; you look like you’re ready to go back to the castle.”

Peter glares at James, “No! I’m fine!”

“Is that so?” Sirius smirks, “Then we should try it.”

Peter’s clearly petrified, but he tries to play it off, “Sure, why not?”

“Guys, I don’t think that’s a good idea...” You mutter.

“Don’t tell me you believe this bullshit Y/N,” James chuckles.

“Not necessarily,” You say, “But I don’t think we should mess with it.”

“Aww come on Y/N,” James says, “Why don’t you try Peter? That is, if you’re not too scared...”

“Leave him alone James,” You say, putting your arm around poor trembling Peter, “If you’re so brave, then you two do it!”

James and Sirius exchange a glance and shrug, “Sure.”

You wink at Remus and Peter before sneaking into the bathtub, behind the shower curtain before James and Sirius enter the dark bathroom. They light a candle and stare at the mirror, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Blood-”

You cut them off by burst out of the tub and screaming at the top of your lungs. The boys drop their candle, let out high-pitched, feminine shrieks, and run out of the bathroom. You follow them out of the bathroom, trying to control your laughter, Peter and Remus are both on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter, and James and Sirius are breathless and red faced.

“Who’s scared now boys?” You smirk. Sirius chucks a pillow at you and you catch with ease, attacking him with it instead.

The rest of your night is spent telling more stories and have more pillow fights.

End.

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