The trees of the forest shiver and shake.
Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.
White is the color of my nightgown
As I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
But I must go where the wind might blow.
Explore the darker side of the Ferguson Collection
With Hallowe’en just behind us, in the first of a series of spooky-themed blog posts by the University of Glasgow Archives & Special Collections, we delve into 19th century literature on the occult. In this article we look at Sir Walter Scott’s (famed writer of Ivanhoe) conception of the supernatural, before moving on to explore the significance of a rare anthology of ghost stories https://www.exploreyourarchive.org/the-darker-side-of-the-ferguson-collection-part-1/
A town laden with mystery
and cursed by dark history
appears peaceful by day
until the cursed ones play
with the inhabitants' lives
like bears attacking bee hives.
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I open the guest room door
as violent winds pummel the inn.
Lightning illuminates the blood
dripping onto the floor.
I shiver in fear.
Who else is here?
Are the Penobscot Indians friends or foes?
If enemies, Elizabeth doesn't want it to be so.
But would she rather have enemies within her friends?
I don't believe so.
The storm ravages the inn,
As my heart drums a frantic beat.
In this place as dark as sin,
I hear the sound of pounding feet.
A shriek.
A thud.
The lights flicker to darkness.