A bare-bones true Victorian ghost story from a Derbyshire doctor.
Hearing mysterious music on the sickbed and at the death bed. The ideal of Spiritualist music was etherial, but the reality was accordions.
A shamelessly commercial post today: Kestrel Publications is draping itself in black in celebration–The Victorian Book of the Dead has arrived!
A peculiar incident involving an undertaker, Hoosier poet James Whitcomb Riley, and a locked room mystery.
Stories of poisonous spiders are much in the news. Here is a terrifying tale of being trapped and tortured by tarantulas.
Stories of coffins and crape used as threats. Some were quite effectively lethal.
An unusual haunting: the ghost of a murdered man haunts a suitcase filled with his viscera, used as evidence at his doctor’s trial.
To whet your appetite for The Victorian Book of the Dead, an excerpt from that book about a strange Marian-type apparition seen by multiple witnesses at a wake.
In honor of the death of Edgar Allan Poe on this date in 1849, a tale about a macabre artifact from Poe’s tomb.
The Gilded Age was a golden age for the conspicuous consumption of coffins and other funerary goods, inspiring a kind of mortuary arms race. Keeping up with the Boneses…. Two Victorian examples.