A diabolical story of involuntary cannibalism from a French writer of depraved tastes.
In 1895 the skeletal remains of the Devil were smuggled out of Japan, then put on exhibit in New York.
A “Devil’s Backbone,” a treasure cave with a giant skeleton, an imposter on a grand scale, mysterious faces in window glass, big snakes, fiery devils, and sin-induced levitation—who knew that one small and very rural Kentucky county could be so infested with fortean excitement?
Stories of the discovery of two midwestern “treasure caves,” that were claimed to be the tombs of giants. What happened to the artifacts and the giant skeletons?
In an isolated valley in Western New York lived a colony of strangely malformed settlers. It was almost as though they had been marked by the Devil himself.
A tyrannical Russian governor forces a young girl to marry him, then extracts a death-bed promise that she will not marry her former beloved after he is gone. When she is persuaded out of that promise, on the very night of the betrothal feast, she is found beaten and bitten by what she said was the ghost of her dead husband. This went on, night after night, until she was at the point of death….
A child whose skin was covered with Bible verses, numbers, and words. “A periodical chamelon letter-press.”
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…”