A grim and grewsome look at people who drink blood and plunge their children into entrail baths–all in the name of health. Comes with a doctor’s warning: “the appetite for blood becomes even stronger than that for liquor, and cases have been known where it has produced mania of the most violent type.” You have been warned.
Some vintage blather from opera singer Madame Helen Alberti on the possibility of human flight, the cosmic laws of the ancient Greeks, levitation, and the engines of the human body. Top-flight stuff.
While today we are all too well-educated by the Internet to believe the canard about the evil mummy from the British Museum sinking the Titanic, a decade before that maritime disaster there was much discussion about the malign coffin board and about other “cursed” mummies, either whole or in pieces. Every visitor to Egypt, it seemed, brought home a lethal souvenir….
“It wasn’t war, it was murder.” Twenty acres of skulls at the Civil War battlefield of Malvern Hill–a memento mori for Memorial Day.
“It was rather dark, for the lower half of the windows were boarded up; but in one corner, on the floor, was plainly distinguishable what looked like a heap of clothes flung together in disorder. It appeared to be in motion, however, and the mistress of the house once more turning to her follower had just time to utter the mysterious words—”Don’t be frightened. If she likes you, she’ll hoot; if she doesn’t, she’ll scream…”
It was widely believed in the 19th century that whatever a pregnant woman gazed upon would affect her baby. The papers were full of stories of children born with birth defects or phobias ascribed to their mother being frightened by such horrors as a snarling dog, a rat crushed in a trap, a lightning storm, or a ghost. They are disturbing reading for it was an insensitive age and those born deformed were referred to by journalists in terms like rat baby, human frog, infant monster, or “It.” This is a look at some of those maternally influenced monsters.
Get our your bug spray. From Kissing Bugs to the Death Bug of Chicago, we look at some mystery insects from the past.
A collection of stories of ghostly, disembodied heads, mostly malevolent and usually in a state of vilest decomposition.
An article about a gruesome experiment with the consciousness of severed heads reminded me of my file of mummified head stories. Here is a cabinet of mummified curiosities–merely because I am interested in the grim and gruesome. An upcoming post will share stories of hauntings involving disembodied heads.
The life of a graveyard guard was a thankless one. He had to walk the grounds of a cemetery in the dark and in all weathers, ever vigilant for the dreaded body snatchers. More than one watchman was murdered by these ghouls or exchanged gunfire among the tombstones. It was no wonder that, in the 1880s, a new occupational disease emerged.