We’re standing in a circle, a bunch of strangers holding hands in a pitch black room, at the back of Sunderland’s old community theatre, The Royalty.
Is there a spirit that wants to connect with us? Make your way to the group and find a way to communicate with us. We mean you no harm.
Today would have been Poe’s birthday. Born on 19 January 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States, he died aged 40 on 7 October, Baltimore, Maryland, United States.
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This is an old post from a previous blog of mine. But, as it’s very likely I’ll be watching A Nightmare on Elm Street again this Hallowe’en, I figured it was worth a re-publish on Raven in a Graveyard.
I am assuming that most people know the story of A Nightmare on Elm Street before I begin, if not, my comments might not make sense and may contain spoilers.
Last night the Raven took flight and left the relatively safe confines of her beloved cemeteries and headed to the latest Hallowe’en attraction in the North East of England: Psycho Path.
WARNING: this article contains spoilers of sorts so please don’t read if you want the experience to be completely fresh.
The crazy winds of the past few days have reminded me of a trip that the Prodigal Geordie and I took to New York in 2010. We were there on September 16 when tornadoes hit Brooklyn and Queens. I remember being downtown, somewhere in SoHo I think. The sky got darker and darker. For three in the afternoon, it was pretty much night for us.